Pretending to be husband and wife

He has been under house arrest these days, the young man from before has rarely paid attention to him, Zhong Yang can only sit in front of the bay window and look at the lawn downstairs after eating every day, without any other entertainment Activity.

But today was different. Someone led him out of the room near the evening.The person leading the way in front of him was very silent, Zhong Yang didn't talk much these days, and now he lost the desire to ask.

The man led him around the villa, and finally stopped at the door of a room.

Zhong Yang watched him knock on the door lightly, and there was a lot of fear in that voice: "Seventh Young Master, someone has arrived."

Seventh Young Master...?

Zhong Yang frowned, as if there was no such a person in his impression.

It took a while to hear back from inside—it was a young man who sounded young: "Let him in."

So the man who had brought him pushed him into the room, stood outside and closed the door himself.

The room was very dark, filled with a faintly scented fragrance.

From light to darkness in an instant, Zhong Yang's eyes still couldn't get used to it, he closed his eyes and paused, it took a while before he could roughly see the facilities in the room.

Facing the door is a desk, and a person is sitting in front of the desk, facing him at the moment.

There was actually a smile in the young man's voice: "Come here."

Zhong Yang pursed his lips, finally walked over and stopped in front of that table.

There was only one step between the two of them across the table, and Zhong Yang noticed that the other party was wearing a silver mask, but it only covered the upper half of his face, and his thin lips curved into a gentle arc.

"How are you going these few days?" The silver-faced young man asked, and even stood up and pulled out a soft chair for him with his own hands, motioning him to sit down.

Zhong Yang squinted his eyes, and finally sat down.

"You imprisoned me and asked me how I was doing?" Then he sneered, raised his eyebrows and asked, his tone full of sarcasm.

"It's just slightly restricting your personal freedom, so it's not considered a prison, right?" The young man didn't seem to care about his attitude at all, and even stretched out his fingers like white jade to make tea for him. No relief at all.

"Whatever you say, I just want to know when I can leave." Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't say that, but he has been imprisoned here for nearly half a month, and he is a clay figurine with a bit of temperament.

He was even thinking, why not break the jar.

"It's still too early." The silver-faced young man didn't seem to care about his bad attitude at all, and handed him a small cup of tea. Although through the mask, Zhong Yang could feel that the other party's eyes were full of tears. With a smile, "Yongchun bergamot, try it."

Zhong Yang didn't understand why the person in front of him indulged him so much, but after thinking about it, he sneered again, he didn't have Stockholm Syndrome, why would he have some vague emotions towards the person who bullied him.

The cup of tea was served in a white porcelain tea set, showing a beautiful brown-yellow color, with a strong tea fragrance, Zhong Yang stared at the cup of tea for a long time before taking a small sip.

He was very cautious, lest the other party make some messy actions again.

The young man didn't mind, he stared at him with a smile and took a sip: "How?"

"It's okay." Zhong Yang responded lightly, he had been paying attention to the movements of the person in front of him, so he didn't feel much when the tea entered his throat.

The young man took out another kind of tea and started to make tea, Zhong Yang recognized that it was pumpkin tribute tea, the color of the brewed tea was golden, the young man handed him the first cup as before.

Zhong Yang couldn't figure out what the other party was going to do, he didn't think that this person called him here just to taste tea.But the other party is pretending, and he can only accompany him to the end.

After drinking no less than eight cups of tea, Zhong Yang no longer had the interest to wait. He looked at the silver-faced young man in front of him and asked, "What do you want to do?"

The other party wiped the tea set slowly, and replied after a while: "Nothing to do, I just want to drink tea with Mr. Zhong."

"Hehe, I don't think you only want to do this." Zhong Yang sneered.

"That's right... I still have a lot to do..." The young man finally stopped cleaning the tea set, but looked at him leisurely, "I have a new pair of charm|medicine here, I heard that it will be fine if it is only a little bit contaminated. It will make people feel overwhelmed, Mr. Zhong just drank a lot, right? Do you feel anything now?" There was a deep smile on the corner of his lips, Zhong Yang's pupils shrank, and his face instantly became ugly.

He didn't see the person in front of him move any hands or feet, but the rising enthusiasm in his dantian made him take back his luck.

It seemed that he was really planted here.

The young man watched him slowly struggle until he was completely powerless, with a soft smile on his lips all the time, that smile was like maggots attached to the bones, making people feel extremely cold.

Zhong Yang finally collapsed into the soft chair, the young man pushed the tea set aside, stood up and walked towards him.

do not come……

Zhong Yang pinched his palm fiercely, but he couldn't even feel the pain. He didn't know if it was because he was not strong enough or he lacked the ability to feel the touch.

The young man stood in front of him, stretched out his knuckle hand to gently touch his side face, Zhong Yang stared at him fiercely, but he didn't know that this trapped animal's appearance would only stimulate people's desire to humiliate.

The young man opened his mouth with a sweet and greasy ending, like a venomous tongue licking his skin, bringing chills.

"Mr. Zhong, I have missed you for a long time, and this time I have this opportunity to take you..." The man leaned down, and his warm breath hit his ear, "Prison me for you..." In the golden cage made..." He half pressed on Zhong Yang's body, and the soft chair under him bore the weight of two grown men, making an unbearable creaking sound.

Zhong Yang wanted to ask him what he was going to do, but the young man tore off the tie he was wearing and stuffed it into his mouth.

Zhong Yang couldn't stop whimpering, the young man lowered his face, carefully scrutinized Zhong Yang's unwilling expression, and suddenly let out a burst of high-pitched laughter.

"Mr. Zhong, what's so good about Huayan? Why do you fall in love with him? Is it because of power? I have it too. If you need it, I'm willing to give it to you... But why did you fall in love with him?" Are you done?" The young man asked in a low voice, his tone was ambiguous like a whisper between lovers.

Those cold hands grabbed his chin fiercely, as if they were going to crush his bones, Zhong Yang frowned and panted in pain.

Only then did the young man retract his overly tense fingers and relax his strong force.

[Please refer to the reader group for some deleted plots (stupid than the author's mentality exploded)]

The young man held his ankle and rubbed it, the other's fingertips had some rough calluses, rubbing against the skin brought an unknown feeling.

"It's suitable to wear something here, such as a chain or something, it must look good." The young man looked down at Zhong Yang's white and fragile ankle, and said suddenly.

"You are a pervert and a lunatic." Zhong Yang finally spoke, but there was a strong disgust in his words.

The young man laughed: "Yes, you are right." Then he moved closer to Zhong Yang, "Zhong Yang, I thought you knew I was crazy." His tone was low, with joy in it .

"Get out!" Zhong Yang raised his other foot to kick him, and without accident, he was grabbed into his hands again, and the man lifted his two legs and pulled him towards him, finally holding Zhong Yang half in his arms inside.

"Help me, I'll let you go today, how about it? It's a good deal, right?" Zhong Yang half leaned on the young man's chest, his chest vibrated, and his deep voice followed.

Zhong Yang gritted his teeth and cursed at him, but the young man just looked at him with a soft smile.

——As if the owner is watching the pet act coquettishly and cutely.

Zhong Yang vomited for a while, the other party picked him up and put him on the big table, his dexterous hands moved, pinching his chest to a full circle...

Finally, he was about to touch the place he was thinking of, but the door was pushed open, disturbing the beauty of the room.

"What are you doing?" The person who came in was the young man with misty blue hair. Zhong Yang was used to the darkness of the room. At this moment, he clearly saw the change in the person's expression, and he curled his lips and clicked his tongue. .

"Why are you here?" The "Seventh Young Master" who suppressed Zhong Yang asked impatiently.

"I heard that you took Mr. Zhong away, so come over and have a look." The young man had already walked beside them, and he could naturally see the mess everywhere, Zhong Yang saw that pair of glazed eyes flickering. , passing through an undercurrent of unknown meaning.

"What can I do to him? It's too late for me to love you, right? A Yang." Qi Shao lowered his head and kneaded his lips with his fingers, smiling softly like spring water.

"Stop messing around, I still have something to discuss with you, so send him back first." The youth with foggy blue hair said.

"I gave him medicine, and he's very uncomfortable now~" Qi Shao looked at the young man again, "Tell me what should I do, Jin Su."

"Tsk, just go take a cold shower." Jin Su frowned, "Anyway, he didn't take care of it either?" He pointed his chin at what Zhong Yang just leaked, and spoke in a careless manner.

Zhong Yang was overwhelmed with shame, he didn't expect that such a private matter would be seen by outsiders, and...not an outsider yet.

He closed his eyes and didn't want to look at it again, but in the next second a piece of clothes with a cold fragrance was covered on his head, and Jin Su's abstinent and indifferent voice came: "Wipe it casually, put on the clothes good."

Enduring his tiredness, Zhong Yang raised his arms and draped the coat over his shoulders, and took paper tremblingly to wipe out all the corpses and traces before he got dressed.

He looked very messy, but he was much better than before.

The person who sent him here before took him back, Zhong Yang lowered his head and silently followed the other person's footsteps, away from this perverted place.

As soon as Zhong Yang left, only the two of them were left in the room.

Just as Jin Su was about to speak, he was pressed against the wall the next second.

"What do you want to do?" He frowned and looked at the silver-faced young man in front of him, his glazed eyes were filled with coldness.

"Do you like Zhong Yang?" Seventh Young Master pressed his throat and asked, as if his breath would be cut off if he responded.Jin Su pulled the corner of his lips and pushed him away.

"I'm not that interested." It was true.

He loosened the tight tie, with a dull and indifferent expression.

"I hope what you said is true." Qi Shao smiled inexplicably.Jin Su scolded "lunatic" in his heart, and then went out to change places to discuss things.

[The author has something to say: go home immediately!Another two or three chapters of ducks?

The deleted part will be read by the readers]