After being scummed by four men

He Zecheng lowered his head, forced a smile and said:

"...Leave? You, you are still angry with me."

Fu Heisher slightly curled his fingers on his lap, looked at He Zecheng who lowered his head, and moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

"That's right, I used to... go too far. You should be angry, and you should feel disgusted by me." He Zecheng smiled reluctantly, and slowly let go of Fu Heisher's hands , Said that in the end, there was even a little despair in his tone.

He Zecheng stood up abruptly, turned around in a hurry to get his luggage, trying to hide the tears pouring out of his eyes, but Fu Heisher hugged him from behind.

He Zecheng turned his head in a panic, afraid that Fu Heisher would notice that he was crying, but Fu Heisher turned around and raised his head without refusal.

Fu Heisher stroked his eyelids and cheeks with his fingers, wiped away his tears, and then kissed his eyes lightly.

He Zecheng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, subconsciously closing his eyes, he saw a darkness that made his heart sway, and his fingers could not help but tighten the clothes on Fu Heisher's chest.

"I'm not angry with you, and I don't think you're disgusting." Fu Heisher pressed his lips against his eyes, and said in a low voice, which made He Zecheng's skin numb slightly.

He Zecheng couldn't restrain a surge of joy in his heart, and he couldn't help but climbed up Fu Heisher's back with the hand holding Fu Heisher's lapel, and shyly grabbed it lightly.

Just when He Zecheng thought that the misunderstanding between them would be resolved and their relationship would improve, he heard Fu Heisher say:

"Let's go, Cheng, get out of here quickly."

That kind of incomprehensible grievance and bewilderment surged into He Zecheng's heart again, he raised his head slightly, and looked at Fu Heisher's eyes with indescribable emotions in disbelief.

"Why? Don't you hate me?" He Zecheng's eyes were red, as if angry, he stood on tiptoe and hugged Fu Heisher's neck, looking into his eyes and questioning.

But Fu Heisher slowly brushed off his hand, and looked at him lingeringly, as if wanting to remember him forever.

"Let's go, Cheng, don't stay for anyone's private wishes, be yourself freely." Fu Heisher grabbed his hand, stared at him, and put it on his lips to kiss him lightly.

Fu Heisher's voice was full of expectation and pain, he looked deeply at He Zecheng and said:

"He Zecheng, you are free, you don't have to be threatened by anyone's despicableness anymore, you are completely free."

He Zecheng was stunned, and at the same time, a kind of expanded emotion gently spread from the bottom of his heart like a butterfly flapping its wings.

He looked at Fuhesher, his pupils trembling slightly, it was a kind of emotion that did not contain any sex, and it quickly permeated in his eyes.

Fu Heisher, this seemingly rough-looking man, a jerk and arrogant man, is actually extremely delicate in his thoughts, and he sensed the pain of He Zecheng's lingering for Wujo Wu and others.

Therefore, he who loved He Zecheng deeply decided to let him go free.

"It's worth it to see you so happy." Fu Heisher looked down at him and smiled lightly, which was full of indifference to the sadness of the upcoming parting.

He Zecheng couldn't bear it anymore, plunged into Fu Heisher's arms, and hugged him tightly.

"Er..." He Zecheng called him in a soft voice, which sounded like coquetry and pure touch and joy.

Fu Heisher's fingers trembled, and he slowly raised his hand to hug He Zecheng.

Fu Heisher kissed the top of He Zecheng's hair lightly, and said solemnly as if swearing:

"Just leave, those people, I will never allow them to disturb you."

He Zecheng buried his face in his chest relyingly, gave a soft "hmm", hugged Fu Heisher and refused to let go.

"Let's go, Cheng, don't stay for them, including...including me," Fu Heisher gently pulled him away, and there was a kind of sadness in his eyes, "I don't want to force you, so, let's go."

Fu Heisher went downstairs with He Zecheng's luggage and sent him to the door.

"I'm leaving, Shier." He Zecheng said while pulling the suitcase, looking at Fu Heisher gently.

After speaking, the two fell into a silent stare at each other.

In the end, He Zecheng was the first to drop the suitcase, stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, held Fu Heisher's cheek, and kissed him lightly on his thin lips.

"I'm leaving," He Zecheng lowered his eyes, straightened his clothes, and said softly, "I'm really leaving this time."

Fuhesher responded with a low voice.

He Zecheng took one last look at the man who was holding back his sadness, pursed his lips, and pulled up the lever of the suitcase to leave, but was suddenly pulled back.

A longing and eager kiss covered He Zecheng's lips. He Zecheng obediently opened his lips, and his arms eagerly climbed onto the man's shoulders. The two kissed at the door inseparably.

"Shener——" He Zecheng's lips were red and swollen, and his eyes seemed to be filled with water waves, looking at Fu Heisher, who was breathing heavily, and called him in a hoarse voice.

"Don't forget me," Fu Heisher gently stroked his hair, begging forbearance in his voice, "Don't forget me."

He Zecheng clung to his arm tightly, and responded:

"I'll never forget you, definitely not."

Fu Heisher watched the door being closed in front of his eyes, and the warm sunshine was also shut out.

Regret and pain swarmed out from the bottom of his heart, those dark thoughts of chasing He Zecheng back and imprisoning people like Gojo Satoru and the others were born in his mind and were severely suppressed.

At the same time, Fu Heisher felt a pain that was about to burst from his heart, the pain of being forcibly taken away, the pain of being dug out bloody with his own hands, almost made him rush out of the door.

Fu Heisher resisted this urgency, forced himself to turn around, and prepared to walk away from the door.

However, at this time the door was suddenly knocked open, and a burst of eager footsteps approached him, and then the person he missed deeply and couldn't let go of suddenly jumped on him and hugged him from behind.

"Shir..." the voice called him softly.

Fu Heisher quickly turned around with a kind of anger and longing, and then pinched the man's chin, lifting his beautiful face, suppressing anger in his voice, Coldly said:

"Didn't I tell you not to come back?"

He Zecheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, looking at Fu Heisher's eyes with innocence and cunning:

"But I miss you."

Fu Heisher looked at him coldly for a while, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, then he lowered his head and kissed him.

He Zecheng not only hugged him, but also jumped on him, his slender legs wrapped around Fu Heisher's strong waist like tree vines.

Fu Heisher greedily licked and tasted every trace of his breath, and He Zecheng also cooperatingly hooked his lips and tongue, constantly teasing him and inviting him.

This time the two kissed more intensely than before at the door. In the end, He Zecheng's legs became weak and kept sliding down, and Fu Heisher grabbed him and put him on his waist.

Fu Heisher kissed him for a long time before letting him go. Seeing He Zecheng's affectionate expression, he said in a hoarse and vicious voice:

"He Zecheng, do you think I'm better than Six Eyes?"

"If you don't go, I can never let you go again."

Because I can't do it.

However, He Zecheng said:

"Then don't let me go."

With a blush at the end of He Zecheng's eyes, he approached Fu Heisher's lips, and lightly bit the scar on the corner of his lips:

"Keep me, Shir, I want you to keep me."

"You!" Fu Heisher's back of his hand holding his cheek was full of veins of patience, and he said in a low and urgent tone, "He Zecheng, you asked for this!"

He Zecheng smiled lightly, rolled his eyes, and walked to the sofa under Fu Heisher's gaze that almost wanted to swallow him up.

rustling...

The soft sound of clothes falling to the ground resounded in the quiet room.

A thin layer of red appeared on He Zecheng's face. He lowered his eyes and turned his head slightly. Out of the corner of his eye, he took a peek at Fu Heisher, whose eyes were getting darker, and then sat down on the sofa shyly.

Fu Heisher's eyes were fixed on He Zecheng's movements, he felt the blood in his veins flowing rapidly, making him so hot that he was sweating.

Then soon his breathing stopped suddenly, he watched He Zecheng's hands slide down the slender legs, and then grabbed the ankles.

Fu Heisher had anticipated He Zecheng's next actions, and this kind of imagination almost made his heart beat so loudly that it stopped beating in an instant.

"He Zecheng..." Fu Heisher couldn't help muttering, and then he saw He Zecheng flexibly raised his leg, grabbed his ankle and pressed it to the side of his face, and then his drooping eyes lightly Lifting up slightly, he glanced at himself.

He Zecheng saw that Fu Heisher rushed to him in a few steps as if his soul had been snatched away, and looked down at him absent-mindedly, and then he became shy and afraid belatedly:

"Shir..."

But Fuhesher interrupted him, staring at him like a beast with a possessive gaze that made his heart beat like a drum, and said in a hoarse voice:

"He Zecheng, let me tell you, don't even think about leaving."

As he said that, Fu Heisher leaned over to hold him down, stared at him with dark eyes, slowly wiped the scar on the corner of his lips with his thumb, and pronounced the verdict:

"I will make you completely, there is nowhere to escape."

The residences of Fu Heihui and Fu Heijin Miki are relatively quiet, away from the noisy streets, there are no crowds talking or car horns, only the occasional birdsong and the endless rhythm of being tightly wrapped.

He Zecheng clung to the man's strong shoulders with distracted eyes, his blond hair flicked gently with his swaying body, drawing an arc in the air, and he willingly threw himself into the cage that imprisoned him.

But he didn't regret it, he found the only man who would rather subdue himself than wrong him.

That being the case, there is nothing to hesitate.

catch him.He Zecheng's red lips parted slightly, his body arched suddenly, and his fingers grabbed the man's black hair.

keep him.When the man hesitated to stop, He Zecheng slowly lowered his waist, causing the man to let out an uncontrollable growl.

Make him fall in love with himself.He Zecheng's lips curled up slightly, and his waist moved flexibly, leaving only a kind of pure beastly plunder in the man's eyes.

On the sofa, a black panther and a golden bird are passionately having a neck-to-neck relationship. They have been outliers in the crowd since they were young and finally found each other.

From then on, I understand him, cherish him, have a tacit understanding with him, and lean on each other with him.

This is the monster love between Fu Heisher and He Zecheng.

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Next is the if line, first write the brain flower, then Wujo Wu, and finally the sliding shovel Wang Xia Youjie (￣y▽￣)~*

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Volume [-] if line ending: Naohua, Wu, Jie