Thriller Night Talk

Wei Fuyuan closed his eyes reflexively when he was kissed.

In the darkness, he encountered a piece of warmth and softness.

The long-lost touch immediately made Wei Fuyuan, who was still a little tangled, think about nothing.

He held Beiquan's back of the head, like a hungry and thirsty traveler in the desert finally drinking his first mouthful of nectar, pressing on Beiquan's body, sucking and biting fiercely, entangled his lips and tongue, so that even the breath would be plundered The momentum is entangled.

Beiquan's lips were soft, and he pressed his tongue to taste it carefully, and there was a faint smell of blood, which was the wound he had bitten out to save him.

All of this was so beautiful, Wei Fuyuan felt a sense of stimulation that came from instinct.

——It was so delicious.

Wei Fuyuan didn't let go of Beiquan until the air in his lungs was almost exhausted.

He felt his body visibly evoked.

--very good.

Wei Fuyuan thought to himself:

——Since I have such feelings, it seems that I really love Beiquan.

Thinking of this, Wei Fuyuan shook his heart, closed his eyes and began to explore.

--and many more!

When he touched Beiquan's flexible waist, Wei Fuyuan finally noticed that something seemed wrong.

Even though Wei Fuyuan's whole body is dry and hot, and his thoughts are hard to calm down, he is not completely confused after all.

He clearly remembered that in his own eyes, Beiquan was a brawny bronze-skinned muscular man with a height of nearly 1.9 meters—if that was the case, how could it feel so slender and flexible to the touch! ?

Wei Fuyuan suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Beiquan, or the Beiquan he is most familiar with, is lying on his back on the bed, his eyes are crescent-shaped, the maroon pupils are faintly glistening, and his thin lips are being bitten by some rough sucking and kissing It was red and swollen, and she was smiling gently at herself.

"you……"

Wei Fuyuan was stunned:

"You're not...that..."

He compared the outline of his chest muscles with his hands.

Beiquan finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Haha, hahahaha..."

Bei Quan laughed so hard that he curled up into a shrimp on the bed:

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

Even if it is a husky, it should understand at this time - he was played by Beiquan!

"So that's not what your 'past life' looked like at all, is it!?"

Angered from embarrassment, Wei Fuyuan grabbed Beiquan's shoulder and forced him to turn over.

"you you--"

He was so angry that even his voice began to tremble:

"It's in vain that I have spent so long mentally building!!"

"Hahaha……"

Beiquan raised his hand to wipe away his tears from laughing.

"I'm going to be blind...have you forgotten about Dai Boqian?"

Wei Fuyuan was furious.

- What a fool!How stupid of me!

He beeped frantically in his heart.

When he was going to Citigroup, Beiquan had used a trick to disguise himself as Dai Baiqian, using someone else's identity to deceive him, and even the customs couldn't do anything about him.

Just now, Beiquan [-]% just repeated the same trick, turning himself into a muscular man who is completely beyond his aesthetics. I don't know if it is to test him or to play him, anyway, it is definitely intentional!

After figuring this out, Wei Fuyuan felt even angrier.

He was angry from the heart, evil to the guts, without saying a word, he held the person down, kissed, gnawed, licked and bitten, with the strength that almost wanted to eat the other person's skin and bones, and beat Beiquan hard Rub it.

Kissing and kissing, the reaction that was already aroused became more and more obvious.

When the blood was rushing straight to the top of his head, Wei Fuyuan almost wanted to ignore him and directly punish him on the spot.

It's just that he is a gay guy who has been aware of his sexuality very early. Although he has never tried it himself, in the modern society of information explosion, as long as he is willing to understand, there is no "knowledge" that cannot be found.

Therefore, Wei Fuyuan is very clear about the mess between men and men. He knows that if he is unprepared and reckless, neither the attacker nor the receiver will be able to experience the complete refreshment. , and may be injured.

Thinking of this, he could only forcefully suppress a certain important part that was about to move, took a deep breath, let go of Beiquan, and sat up.

"So what did you look like in your last life?"

Wei Fuyuan wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand and asked angrily.

Beiquan curled his lips into a smile, and used that universal phrase:

"I do not remember."

In fact, although Beiquan has already forgotten most of the past, he still remembers what happened to him in his previous life.

Because he died in a corpse breeding ground, the corpse was soaked in the brook where the yin and resentment were deposited, and it had not been corrupted at all for hundreds of years.

Therefore, it can be said that Beiquan kept guarding his body until he became half a ghost fairy.

But it was precisely because Beiquan remembered that he didn't want to show the true appearance of his previous life in front of Wei Fuyuan.

One is because more than 650 years have passed, and Beiquan really doesn't want to make more memories, and the other is because Beiquan knows that his appearance in his previous life also suits Wei Fuyuan's appetite, and it may even be easier than the current body. Make the other person feel good.

Beiquan admitted that he was a little jealous of himself.

"Okay, don't think about it."

Bei Quan also sat up from the bed, and patted Wei Fuyuan's puffy cheek lightly:

"It's getting late, there are still two hours before dawn, hurry up and squint for a while."

As he spoke, he smiled slightly:

"Are you going to sleep with me? Or go back to your attic?"

Wei Fuyuan was taken aback for a moment, and then came back to his senses in a second.

——What kind of great opportunity is this? ! ?

The quick-witted classmate Xiaowei immediately realized that this was the best time for him to enter the house in an upright manner. Maybe he could not only stay in "Santuchuan", but also bid farewell to his small attic and sleep on the same bed with Beiquan from now on.

"Me and my luggage are still in the apartment hotel!"

He immediately put on a fierce and domineering look, took off his coat three times and five times, and shook the quilt from Beiquan, "I, I will sleep here!"

Beiquan nodded, smiled and said hello.

Without saying anything more, he also took off his own clothes, and lay in the same bed with Wei Fuyuan.

&&&&&&&&&

April 8th, five o'clock in the morning.

In an old apartment, a girl suddenly woke up.

"Ugh, vomit vomit!"

As soon as Xu Lei opened her eyes, she felt that her eyes were dark and the world was spinning. She couldn't tell the north, south, and north at all. Naturally, she didn't notice that she was actually lying on the edge of the bed, so she struggled to turn over, and moved from the narrow single bed to the bed. The person rolled off the bed and fell heavily on the ground. Before he could feel the pain, he covered his chest and vomited.

It wasn't until she emptied all the chyme in her stomach, and even the yellow-brown bile, that Xu Lei felt that the almost suffocating nausea had finally eased a little.

This is not the first time she has had a "foretelling dream", but it is the first time she has been so clearly aware of what her dreams mean.

Yes, Xu Lei finally realized one thing, that is, her so-called "precognitive dream" might not be a simple dream at all, but an unconscious intentional murder.

"no, I can not……"

Xu Lei lay in her vomit, holding her arms with her dirty hands, her nails deeply embedded in her flesh, unconsciously pinching out crescent-shaped blood marks one after another.

"No...it shouldn't be like this..."

Her throat was sore from the stomach acid, and even her voice trembled:

"I...I...wouldn't be me, wouldn't be me..."

But no matter how much she denied it, Xu Lei could still clearly recall everything in the dream.

Xu Lei knew that she went to "find" Wei Fuyuan, and almost jumped off the top floor of the apartment hotel with her senior.

And the reason she did this was because she subconsciously wanted to make the "precognitive dream" come true.

The "truth" that Xu Lei has been deeply resisting for a long time, and which she has tried her best to deny, can't be more clear now.

That's right, from her father's accident, to her sister's car accident, and the suicide of anchors one after another, they were all caused by herself!

Thinking of this, the girl bit her lip, tears streaming from her eyes.

She cried and laughed:

"I killed... hahaha... I killed..."

Xu Lei staggered up, scratching her arm unconsciously, trying to calm herself down with the pain.

But it didn't do any good.

Having lied to herself for 20 years, Xu Lei almost went crazy when the truth was revealed, and she didn't know how to face it.

——No wonder my sister told me not to say it!

— No wonder you can’t say it!

—if not so!

—if I can refrain from saying it...

Xu Lei frantically tugged at her hair.

—If I hadn't said anything, they wouldn't have died at all!

At this moment, Xu Lei thought of killing herself.

After killing so many lives and committing so many crimes, Xu Lei felt that she had lost the courage to live.

Thinking of this, she opened the drawer, took out a utility knife from it, and slashed at her stained wrist.

First there was a chill, and then a sharp, burning pain.

A thin bloodstain appeared on the girl's slender wrist. It was not deep, but the pain was very clear.

Xu Lei suddenly shuddered, and suddenly woke up.

She stood stiffly by the desk like a clay sculpture, staring blankly at the blood line on her wrist, motionless for a long time.

The wound stopped bleeding quickly.

"Do not……"

The girl's lips fluttered slightly, exuding a vague breath:

"I...I don't want to die..."

Whether it's "precognitive dreams" or the ability to kill people, it's not what she wants.

No one ever told her what it was all about, and no one taught her what to do.

"Yup……"

The girl seemed to be talking to herself:

"It's not my fault...it's not my fault..."

——Since it was not her fault, why should she make atonement with death?

She put down the utility knife, raised her head slowly, and cast her eyes on the deepest night before dawn outside the window.

- If no one else knows about it...

Xu Lei thought of it this way:

——Then I don’t have to die?

The author has something to say: JJ's backstage is so hard to get mad!

I can't help but throw it into the manuscript box first, and I will catch the bug when it stops smoking~QAQ