How to raise the president

When An Ziyu met those eyes, he felt that all the usual tenderness had disappeared, and there was only a strange coldness, so cold that it was so cold in his heart.

An Ziyu was so frightened that he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, glanced to one side, and moved back little by little trembling, not daring to look at the person above.

I don't know why I didn't dare, but in short, I feel that Fang Youyi in front of me is extremely dangerous, and it is completely different from the gentle and considerate Fang Youyi some time ago.

Fang Youyi gave an irritated "tsk", pulled out his tie, grabbed An Ziyu's two palms and raised them above his head, avoiding the blood-stained bandage, and tied it with the untied tie.

An Ziyu's heart trembled, and he panicked for a moment: "What, what are you doing... Woo!" Before he could finish his sentence, his mouth was tightly gagged.

Fang Youyi's rationality finally collapsed, and he swallowed all An Ziyu's words and sobs mixed with body fluid.

He brutally kissed An Ziyu's lips, sucking and biting fiercely as if punishing him, hooking his tongue that was hiding everywhere, not even giving An Ziyu a chance to breathe.

Kissed deeply, furiously and sadly.

After a while, both of them had a rusty smell in their mouths, but Fang Youyi didn't intend to let him go, instead he kissed deeper and harder, and the fluid slid down the corner of An Ziyu's mouth.

An Ziyu felt dizzy and dizzy due to lack of oxygen in his brain, he was about to be unable to breathe. He tried to struggle a few times with his palms, but it didn't help at all, and even involved the wound.

Finally, there was a gap to breathe, and it was blocked again.

An Ziyu was really on the verge of crying, he was afraid that Fang Youyi would die now.

"No... woo!" An Ziyu bit Youyi's tongue below him, but in exchange for an even more ruthless attack.

Finally catching a gap, An Ziyu tilted his head to the side, gasped and said intermittently: "Please, please stop..." He breathed in the fresh air with great gulps.

Fang Youyi also stopped, breathing slowly.

An Ziyu was lying on the sofa cushion as if he was useless, his whole body was weak, and just about to say something, he heard Fang Youyi say: "How to do..."

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An Ziyu turned his head in doubt, looked up at Fang Youyi above him, his heart skipped a beat, and then a cold tear fell on his face.

Fang Youyi bit his lip, tears blurred his brows and eyes, and the anger on his face disappeared without a trace, replaced by pain and fear... Countless complex emotions were intertwined on that face. It hurts.

An Ziyu breathed slowly, seeing Fang Youyi's appearance that he had never seen before, his heart ached like a needle.

"What do I have to do so that you can trust me?" Fang Youyi choked on his sobs, he lowered his head and said almost desperately, "How to do so that you will admit me, what to do so that you won't hurt yourself... tell me, I I will do it well, I will..." As he spoke, he buried his face in An Ziyu's neck, his voice twitching.

The moment he saw the blood-stained gauze on the table, God knew how scared he was. The pain of suffocation made him unable to perceive everything outside.

When he heard the front desk say that An Ziyu would be kicked out, when he heard Gu Yufei say that An Ziyu was his younger brother, at that moment he felt powerless and angry, the kind that for the first time he tried to do anything in vain frustration.

The moment he saw the person, An Ziyu ran away without even looking at him.

At that moment, he felt very helpless, very cold, very ironic, and felt that everything he did was nothing in An Ziyu's eyes.

He was bewildered.

He didn't know what he was doing was right, okay...

Listening to the forbearance of the breathing, the body feels that very reliable and tall body is now lying in his arms, trembling slightly, that excellent person would lose his composure in front of him, helpless like a torrential rain A bird with wet wings.

But all this is his fault.

An Ziyu felt unspeakably uncomfortable, distressed, and guilty.

At that moment, An Ziyu's mind became clear.

He doesn't want to care about Weibo, celebrities, or comments, he just cares that the person in front of him is his sweetheart.

He wanted to hug Fang Youyi, but his hands were tied and he couldn't break free.

He opened his mouth that was smashed by Fang Youyi, and said pitifully: "It hurts."

Fang Youyi froze, sat up quickly, wiped away tears, looked at him nervously, and asked worriedly: "Where does it hurt, did you get it?" As he spoke, his hands trembled and he was very careful He quickly untied the tie that bound An Ziyu's palm, for fear of touching those wounds.

The tie was thrown on the ground, An Ziyu withdrew his hand, and sat up straight while covering his aching chest.

Fang Youyi sat beside him a little at a loss, lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "Let me see if the wound is open..."

Before he finished speaking, An Ziyu stretched out his hand through his armpit, hugged him tightly, and buried his face in his arms.

Fang Youyi's breathing was stagnant, as if his heart had stopped beating, and his whole body froze, his hands stopped in mid-air, he didn't let it go, and he didn't let it go.

"My heart hurts," An Ziyu tightened his arms and said in a muffled voice, "You."