inferior possession

seven days ago.

"Twilight" bar.

At 25:[-] p.m., a mosquito landed on the slick tabletop.

Jilu lowered his eyes slowly, stroked the air with his slender fingers to drive away the mosquito, picked up a whiskey ice hockey cup, and wiped it vigorously.

His heart was beating rapidly, as if his blood was about to burst out in the next moment.

Ji Lu looked at the clear cup in his hand, which reflected the bustling and noisy bars with colorful lights and feasting lights.

After 3 minutes, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Slowly raising his eyes, he looked towards the corner of the bar.

The atmosphere over there was in full swing, a woman in a sexy dress was flirting with fiery red curly hair, holding a wine glass, slowly approaching the man beside her like a poisonous scorpion hunting.

The exciting and hot scene, accompanied by the deafening rock music by the microphone, hit Ji Lu's heart hard one after another, and the fingers holding the wine glass trembled a little.

On the left, the man was sitting on the sofa, lazily eating, looking at the sensual crowd in front of him, with a faint and contemptuous smile on his lips, his eyes were a little distracted, as if he had drunk a lot.

His fingers were long and slender, with well-defined joints. The index finger and middle finger each wore an exquisitely crafted obsidian ring, and the ring finger was empty.

This discovery made Ji Lu feel relieved.

He has been staring at that man for the whole night.

His eyes moved down slowly and fell on the man's neckline. The beautifully shaped Adam's apple rolled with the movement of swallowing. The fabric on the chest was slightly full by the thin chest, and the cuffs were slightly rolled up. Blue veins and blood vessels can still be vaguely seen on the skin.

Just looking at it from a distance, Ji Lu felt his whole heart was burning.

Sweat slid down the corner of his forehead, just as the deer was about to raise his hand to wipe it off, suddenly there was a heart-piercing pain from his left shoulder.

The cup in his hand knocked against the table suddenly, and he cried out in pain, pressed to his throat, although Ji Lu tried his best to restrain him, there was still quite a commotion.

Fortunately, the bar was full of people, and no one noticed the bar.

"what happened?"

Another waiter heard the movement, glanced at him, and asked with concern.

"Ah, it's all right. Hand slipping."

"Be careful."

"Ah."

There was no expression on the deer's face, but his lips were a little pale. He slowly raised his hand and pressed the position of his left shoulder.

That place is still the same pain.

Whenever he was in love, the tattoo would go through his bone marrow and penetrate into his brain like a steel needle.

His shoulders were still trembling, his entire left arm was numb, and the darkness in front of his eyes gradually dissipated. The deer took a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly. After the trembling faded away, he picked up the soft cloth again and wiped the wine glass in his hand.

"I go first."

The waiter packed up his things and greeted him.

That is to say, the deer was lowering his head to put away his wine glass, and did not speak.

The other party works in the afternoon, from 10:30 to 10:30, and him, from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] tomorrow.

This kind of working time has been going on for a week, but today, for Ji Lu, it is a little different.

This is the first time he met that person in a bar.

Put the rubbed whiskey hockey glasses on the silver plates. You can put four on each plate, so there are five plates in total, that is, three on the left hand side of the deer and two on the right hand side.

Stretch out your fingers, touch the bottom of the cup with your fingertips, and swipe the just-cleaned cup one by one, move your lips slightly, and count from "one" to "twenty", that is, the endless anxiety in the deer's mind gradually settled down down.

The late-night bar is filled with all kinds of hormonal smells, restlessness, rhythm, and alcoholism, like a huge steamer, which makes people's brains slightly hot.

Jilu glanced back, hooked his toes over the stool, sat on it slowly, looked around, and looked around at everything that happened in the bar.

It has been half a month since I came out of Dongqing Mountain, and everything that happened there is like a nightmare that cannot be recalled, that is, every time the deer closes his eyes, various tragedies will appear before his eyes.

He couldn't even sleep well at night, but fortunately, there were still places to recruit night waiters, such as this bar.

The light swirled slowly and fell on the floor, making the eyes hurt. The deer closed them gently and turned their eyeballs slightly to relieve the dryness.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in my ear.

"Really? Then do you want to try..."

His voice was slightly hoarse, with a hint of languid drunkenness, and the breathy voice in his throat seemed to be smiling mischievously.

The deer suddenly opened its eyes.

In the corner of the bar, the ambiguous atmosphere intensified. A young and slender boy was holding a drink and walked to the side of the sofa. The man who had never participated in the fun from the beginning to the end.

Over there, the crowd fell silent, then burst into faint laughter, as if waiting to see how this fearless and daring boy would tease the most unapproachable man of the night.

"Doctor Duan."

The boy smiled gently, his eyes rolled, he approached slowly, knelt on Duan Congzhen's lap, leaned over slowly, stretched out his fingers and hooked his collar, "Did someone pull your stethoscope?"

Duan Congzhen didn't change his face, his smile was still distant, and he tilted his head slightly to avoid the boy's kiss.

"Do you know?" Duan Congzhen chuckled and rubbed his eyes tiredly, "You are too thin. Your knees hurt me a little."

"That's because you drank too much." The boy didn't back down, his fingers brushed his clothes indistinctly, "I know a good way to hangover..."

"Really?" Duan Congzhen tilted his head, looked at him lightly, raised his eyebrows slightly, "coincidentally, I know one too."

……

The pain in the palm became more and more painful, that is to say, the deer looked away and let go of his hand when he regained his senses. The palm was already scarred by the fingertips.

New wounds stack old wounds.

Meifeng frowned slightly, that is, the deer didn't react too much, stared at the palm that was easily twisted and bleeding for a while, took out a paper to wipe it, took out the alcohol swab from his pocket, and planned to go to the bathroom to disinfect it.

Getting up from his seat, he saw from the corner of his eye that the two of them were about to leave. Duan Congzhen led the lucky and clever boy with his palms on his thin back.

It is a gentleman's act of declaring sovereignty.

That is, the deer paused, stopped where it was, and looked at the people walking towards the door from afar.

Perhaps because he noticed the overly intense gaze here, Duan Congzhen moved slightly, then turned his head and looked straight at the corner.

Mokish eyes, bottomless, with the same keenness and awe-inspiring as always.

The four eyes met, and Ji Lu was stunned for a brief moment. He didn't expect that the man would turn his head at this time, and subconsciously recognized his face, and walked towards the bathroom.

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Standing in front of the sink, Ji Lu looked at the stranger in the mirror, lowered his head, and washed the wound on his hand under the running water.

It stings a bit, but the deer are used to it.

Drying his hands, that is, the deer took out a cigarette, lit it, and bit it in his mouth. In the fuzzy smoke, he leaned on the sink and tore off the alcohol cotton to disinfect himself.

He suddenly remembered the tattoo on his shoulder, do you want to disinfect it by the way?

Forget it, it will hurt more, it will burn like pouring sulfuric acid on your body.

It's somewhat inappropriate to do this kind of thing in a bar.

It's better to go home and enjoy it slowly when you are alone.

After tidying up the wound, he heard footsteps behind him, accompanied by the stench of alcohol, that is, the deer frowned slightly, and avoided the side, making room for someone who had drunk too much.

Throwing the cigarette butt into the trash can, the deer turned around and was about to go out when suddenly there was a dull pain in the back of his head and his whole body fell backwards.

The hair was caught, and before he could react, the whole person was pressed on the sink, and the hem of his shirt was lifted up.

The drunken man behind him was very anxious, his big rough and wet hand was pressing on his face, and the other hand was about to untie his belt.

That is, the deer rolls in the abdomen, and the feeling of retching is blocked in the throat.He clenched his fists tightly, but he couldn't break free from the man's shackles no matter what.

With all his strength, he stepped back hard, and heard a scream of pain, that is, the deer slammed back and gave the opponent a firm elbow.

Unexpectedly, the opponent was obviously not a vegetarian either, so he quickly realized that he took Ji Lu's blow, twisted his wrist, and punched Ji Lu's cheek with precision.

He didn't expect this man to be serious at all, that is, Lu took a breath, and quickly calculated the escape route in his mind. Before he could stand still, the tall and strong man in front of him suddenly tilted and was kicked far away.

"Fuck, what's in the way."

With a deep curse, Lu's pupils trembled violently, and he looked at the person standing at the door of the bathroom in disbelief.

Duan Congzhen held on to the door frame, obviously still drunk, glanced at the man lying on the ground in distress, raised his hand and tugged at the neckline, looked up, and saw the man who was struggling to get up while supporting the sink.

The cheap shirt of the waiter was torn out of shape during the fight, exposing a large piece of skin on the shoulders and backs, his chest heaved and fell due to violent movements, and the sound of panting was intermittent, slightly suppressed.

Duan Congzhen's eyes froze slightly, looking at the stunned person in front of him, his eyes moved down with interest, and fell on the end of the loose clothes, the belt was half undone, but the zipper tended to fall.

There is already a slight bulge between the legs.

"Sir." Duan Congzhen sneered, slowly raised his head, his playful eyes fell on Ji Lu's face, "Does the pain excite you?"

This is the first sentence Duan Congzhen said to him tonight.

But the deer didn't hear what he said at all.

All he cared about was the gaze of the person in front of him, which was not as tolerant and gentle as before, and he couldn't even see the slightest familiarity, just like looking at a stranger.

But the deer didn't care.

He didn't cover up his body that had already reacted, that is, the deer felt the pain from his left shoulder gradually sweeping his whole body, from the inside to the outside, all limbs and bones.

Is he awake?

Did he recognize himself?

Ji Lu couldn't tell, looking at Duan Congzhen's slightly hazy eyes, he couldn't think of anything.

All he knew was that he hadn't seen this person for seven years.

At this moment, standing in front of Duan Congzhen, he just wanted to go over and ask for a hug.

Want to ask for his touch, his whip, want his sharp teeth to land on every inch of skin, every wound, bring him pain and supreme pleasure.

That's the best.

That way he doesn't have to wipe his tattoos with rubbing alcohol.

This man is his best medicine.

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