inferior possession

Tongtong was taken home by his parents, but Lu didn't go back with him, so he was kept by Duan Congzhen.

"Is there anything else?" Ji Lu lowered his eyes and asked softly, his face was exhausted to the extreme.

"I haven't seen you for so long, can't I just stay with you for a while?" Duan Congzhen asked with a smile.

"Yes." That is to say, deer follow good deeds.

Because Duan Congzhen had nothing else to do with him.

It's just that Duan Congzhen didn't take him to a hotel this time, but a residence.

The location is very good, it is considered to be near the sea, looking out from the window of the study, you can still see the sea under the blazing sun.

The overwhelming orange red, blood-like, against the deep blue sea, twisted and torn beauty.

But the deer was not in the mood to appreciate it, Duan Congzhen pressed him against the glass window, his breathing was slow and fast, and he couldn't think about anything in his mind.

The feeling of his chest against the glass was uncomfortable, that is, the deer pursed his lips, his throat was extremely hoarse, and he yelled, not loudly, and felt a little uncomfortable.

Duan Congzhen stopped and asked hoarsely, "What?"

Ji Lu didn't expect him to stop just like that, subconsciously held Duan Congzhen's arm with his backhand, lowered his head against the glass window to pant, and said nothing.

"Bambi, talk."

Duan Congzhen opened his mouth and bit the skin of his shoulder and neck, and the deer's body swayed, and hurriedly said, "No, it's uncomfortable..."

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Duan Congzhen asked.

Ji Lu said in a hoarse voice, closing his eyes, "This position is not very comfortable."

There was no sound behind him, that is to say, the deer was very insecure, the corners of his eyes were red, and he was eagerly trying to look back, but he was turned over and was hugged and sat on the table by the window before he could stabilize himself.

The wooden table is slightly higher, that is to say, Lu is taller than Duan Congzhen. His waist leans against the edge of the table. He is in a daze and is at the mercy of others.

When he was hazy, he heard Duan Congzhen calling him in a low voice.

"Bambi."

Ji Lu replied vaguely, "...huh?"

"Turn the camera back." Duan Congzhen said, with a hoarse voice that had not yet faded.

Ji Lu slowly came to his senses, "...what?"

"Turn back the flower shop's camera." Duan Congzhen pulled him closer, almost holding him tightly in his arms, kissed the end of his eyes, and pressed his dry lips against the man's red hot ear, "Let me see you."

Ji Lu twitched the corners of his mouth bitterly, closed his eyes slightly, and his body gradually softened, "Is it necessary?"

"Well. I want to see you." Duan Congzhen kissed him with his head tilted, seeking more physical contact, his voice was low, panting with a depressed and low-level confusion, "I can't see you, I don't feel anything when I do anything .”

Ji Lu was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened slightly, and a trace of disbelief flashed in them.Then he suddenly remembered the phone call not long ago, and his expression became cold.

"You don't need it." Ji Lu chuckled, his voice trembling, his voice tinged with sarcasm, and he said in a low voice, "It's better to find someone else to accompany you."

Hearing this, Duan Congzhen paused slightly, let him go, and raised his eyebrows with interest, "What did you say?"

Ji Lu didn't speak again, his face was cold, he sniffed, broke away from his arm, tilted his head and pulled the tissue box from the side, took out a few pieces of paper, and wiped away the sweat and tears from his face.

Duan Congzhen grabbed his wrist, squinted slightly, "Are you jealous?"

Ji Lu raised his head and smiled, his smile was light and his voice was calm, "No."

Silently picked up the trousers and put them on, Ji Lu lowered his head, propped his hands behind his back, and leaned on the edge of the table, looking extremely sluggish and a little lazy.

Duan Congzhen stared at him, his throat tightened, and his palms became hot, but he had done it just now.

Duan Congzhen stretched out his hand involuntarily, that is, Lu subconsciously closed his eyes and his body tensed up.

It is instinctively afraid.

"Are you so afraid of me?" He smiled lightly.

Ji Lu didn't raise his eyes, but calmly shrank his toes, and said softly, "You should know this question better than me, right?"

Hearing this, Duan Congzhen narrowed his eyes slightly, didn't speak, straightened his clothes, then slowly took out something from his pocket, pressed it open with a "Keng", and Lu subconsciously raised his head, and saw the shining knife in front of him at a glance.

The pupils trembled, and panic quickly climbed up in the eyes, even the deer's face was slightly pale, and panic appeared on the cold face, "...what are you going to do?"

The sharp blade had a frightening look, Duan Congzhen saw his fearful expression, smiled faintly, held the exquisitely crafted handle, and tilted his head to play with it fondly.

"I bought it at the antique market, and the texture on it is very delicate." Duan Congzhen said, holding Ji Lu's hand, turning his wrist slightly, and stuffing the handle of the knife into Ji Lu's slightly cool palm, "Give it to you."

The held wrist felt the warmth of the man's palm, that is, the deer shrank his fingers and subconsciously pulled out his wrist, but was held tightly by Duan Congzhen, with no room to move.

The blade was standing between the two of them, like a sword hanging from the hair, it would fall down at any time, stabbing the flesh and blood.

Duan Congzhen wrapped his arms around his waist, forcing him to get closer, reached into his pocket, took out the old knife, and threw it into the trash can.

"Bambi," Duan Congzhen called him, bowing his head and approaching, rubbing his dry lips against the side of the blade, like a vague kiss, his voice was slightly low with a smile, "Even if you want to kill me, you have to use me." Give you the knife, understand?"

Ji Lu turned his face away, pursed his lips and said nothing, watching Duan Congzhen kiss the blade, his heart was tight and painful.

After a while, he smiled lightly, took a deep breath, opened his hand, and held the handle of the knife instead, pointing the tip of the knife at Duan Congzhen's heart, his voice became cold, "You think I won't dare to stab you now, do you?"

Duan Congzhen didn't speak, just looked at him leisurely, even though the sharply cut knife had already touched his heart, he was not afraid at all, and he didn't even see any other emotions except a faint smile in his eyes.

On the other hand, Jilu's breathing was a bit disordered, his hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and his voice was dry, "You think I can't do it, right?"

Duan Congzhen still didn't speak, his ink eyes narrowed slightly, he let him press his heart, even leaned closer, tilted his head and kissed his ear, "Because you love me."

Ji Lu's face was cold, with unresolved exhaustion, listening to him, pulling the corners of his lips absurdly, smiling coldly, "Duan Congzhen, you are really too arrogant."

How conceited he must be to say such stupid things as he loves him now, that is, Lu doesn't even know why Duan Congzhen can still act nonchalantly in front of him after going through so many things.

That kind of indifference, heartlessness, and arrogance, like a lunatic without emotion, is extremely naive. Whatever he wants, he must absolutely possess it no matter what means he uses.

"You said it yourself." Duan Congzhen looked at him lightly without changing his face, "You said you loved me more than that child."

"Do you think that's true?" Ji Lu smiled wryly, with bloodshot eyes, looking at him, "Duan Congzhen, you used to treat me like that, and now you can still say such things, what are you pretending to be, Do you have even a little bit of conscience?"

Duan Congzhen was silent for a while, frowned slightly, and said coldly, "So you hate me?"

"No, I don't hate you." Ji Lu shook his head, his heart was ashamed, there was no light in his eyes, his voice was soft, and his words were shockingly cold, "I don't have any feelings for you."

"Oh."

Duan Congzhen still looked calm, as if he didn't care about his words at all, he looked away lightly, looking at the sea under the setting sun, "It's okay, I don't care about my deeds."

Ji Lu smiled, a little absurd, with a helpless and cold voice, "Duan Congzhen, will you never let me go no matter what, even if I say that I don't like you at all now."

"Ah," Duan Congzhen looked at him slowly, without any emotion in his eyes, he narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled lightly, and said lazily, "Yes."