Pretending to be soft and forced to have a crush on divorce

The room was silent for a while, except for the faint sound of swallowing.

Pei Feng put three fingers on the mouth of the cup and shook it gently. The ice cubes made a crisp sound in the cup, and the light blue and orange were intertwined.

He showed such trance.

"Impossible." Pei Feng calmly came to a conclusion.

Before he is clear about his mind, he will not agree, and after he is clear about his mind, he will not agree.

After Pei Feng found out that Wei Jun didn't return home at night and carefully planned to travel with others, he understood what kind of thoughts he had in mind.

At that time, his psychological defense was defeated. He had to admit that he liked him very early. His mother was willing to marry not only because of his mother, but also because of his inner willingness. Otherwise, he would not agree to it even if it was his mother. Great, he never thought that the other party would give up on him and be with other men—nor did he think that he liked Wei Jun.

He has a chance to win, he is too lazy to think deeply, too lazy to maintain, the other party will not leave him anyway.

Relying on Wei Jun's love, he is proud of being favored and willful.

It doesn't matter at all whether Wei Jun used any means in the marriage. He can refuse, he can question, but he doesn't have to agree to the marriage at all.

Covered up to the point that he couldn't see his own heart clearly, and pushed the other party away.

Recently, he was thinking about the purpose of Wei Jun's change, and it was finally revealed today, which is not unexpected.

"Why?" Wei Jun wondered if he must go to that point?

Pei Feng drank the wine in the glass again.

Wei Jun looked at him and looked over.

Pei Feng leaned over, Wei Jun opened his eyes wide.

The warm wine poured into Wei Jun's mouth, and his jaw was pinched so painfully that he had to open his teeth and let others sneak in.

The temperature around the body rose rapidly, reaching the level of burning internal organs within a breath.

Wei Jun was forced to swallow the cloyingly sweet wine, the aroma of which made him dizzy.

There was a heavy pressure on his shoulder, and the opponent's arm rested on it, clasping the back of his head as he tried to escape.

The loose bathrobe couldn't resist the invasion, and most of it slipped off.

The cloth of the clothes rubbed a lot, causing a loud collision. Wei Jun tangled up Pei Feng's neckline, turned over and pressed on it, his legs firmly rolled over Pei Feng's waist, and then straddled him.

He quickly absorbed the oxygen in the air, and the peach blossom eyes were as sharp as ice picks, stabbing the person under him.

Happy with every breath, his top dropped to his waist and hem piled up by his splayed legs.

Obviously he had the upper hand, but at this moment, he looked like the one who was taken advantage of.

"Your answer is..." Wei Jun locked Pei Feng's throat with his arm, and said two words in a gentle tone, "This?"

Pei Feng narrowed his eyes. Under the bright light, his expression was full of indistinguishable meaning.

Wei Jun: "Ridiculous."

Pei Feng: "You can go and sue." He didn't think about Wei Jun's attitude at all, but he felt other bad emotions, so he suggested it with great interest.

Wei Jun: "You..."

Pei Feng: "There will definitely be a disturbance that everyone will know about, and your relatives in your hometown will probably know about it too."

Wei Jun's complexion changed. He wasted so much energy, playing tricks on others, just wanting to keep a low profile, but he still came to this point?

He doesn't like to let the world know that he has something to do with Pei Feng, let alone his relatives in his hometown. His parents passed away when he was a student, and the only relatives left are his grandparents and grandparents. How can you bear it if you get divorced again?

But to get married, he must divorce.

Wei Jun thought about how he could operate in order to reduce the cost of hurting his loved ones.

For a moment of trance, his position changed again.

Pei Feng overturned him.

The two immediately got entangled and rolled to the ground covered with blankets, and they couldn't stand each other for a while.

Pei Feng said suddenly: "Wei Jun, your legs are really slender and well-proportioned, you can hold them in the palm of your hand, your buttocks are upright and round, I really want to touch them, your waist is tight and narrow, you can hold them with just one hand. For the most part, I couldn't help but—"

"enough!"

Pei Feng prodded him vigorously, Wei Jun wanted to find something to stuff in his mouth.

When he was so angry that his mentality exploded, he was caught wrongly by Pei Feng, and he was immediately pressed to the ground.

Pei Feng licked off the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Heh."

Wei Jun, who was lying on the ground with his hands behind his back, felt a sticky dampness slipping over his neck: "Pei Feng!"

Pei Feng: "I still like it when you call me husband, wife."

"Put away those disgusting thoughts of yours." Wei Jun gritted his teeth and said word by word.

Pei Feng: "If you can control my brain and my mouth, then you can put it away."

Wei Jun's brain hurt suddenly, and he couldn't fight back because he was controlled by others. No matter how tough he was in the current situation, he might suffer some unspeakable crimes.

"Pei Feng, do you really want to embarrass me so much?"

"..."

The scene strangely fell into a stagnation, and the aroma of wine floating in the air added restlessness.

Wei Jun pulled up the messy bathrobe, sat on the carpet, his right hand was bound and tied to the handle of the massage bed, and the two of them could be regarded as facing each other calmly.

Pei Feng didn't believe Wei Junru's fragility as revealed in his words, but he didn't have the idea of ​​being too forceful at the moment, so he went down the steps.

"As for it?" Wei Jun twisted his wrist, and his eyes slanted to the tightly wrapped cloth.

Pei Feng stood with his arms folded: "As for."

The corner of Wei Jun's mouth twitched: "What are you afraid of? I can't beat you." He knew that the other party kept water in the previous fight, otherwise he would not have been able to sit where he was, instead of going to the hospital with injuries all over his body.

After the anger passed, his rationality dominated his actions, and his tone was peaceful to discuss with others.

"How will you agree?"

He didn't say what he agreed to, but the two knew it well.

The veins on the back of Pei Feng's hands protruded slightly, and the tight jaw line drew a sharp arc. The fine and dense tingling pain spread from the heart to the bone marrow. He knew that this was the price he had to pay.

"Are you pretending to make me hate you?" Pei Feng avoided answering and asked in a relaxed tone.

"Yes." Wei Jun.

Pei Feng: "It's really annoying."

Wei Jun: Annoying, you still don't agree to divorce?

Pei Feng: "I know what you're thinking, I won't agree."

"Are you sick?" Wei Jun didn't understand.

Pei Feng didn't answer, and stood there silently.

For a while, in the silent theater, there were only two breaths with different frequencies.

Wei Jun leaned his head on the massage table, still not understanding how the situation turned into what it is now. His eyes darkened, and the dull pain in his shoulders and abdomen stimulated his nerves, making him unable to calm down completely.

Boom——

The glass fell lightly on top of his head, and the dark shadow also came up.

He kept his original movements, only raising his eyes a little.

The rich aroma of wine overflows.

Pei Feng bent down and kissed him, most of the wine in the glass disappeared, and it was all fed into Wei Jun's mouth.

Uncooperative escape, the flow splashed onto the skirt, dyed into a dark trace.

Wei Jun's capacity for drinking is really not good, his mind has become a little unclear due to the wine that was brought over.

The wine disappeared bit by bit.

The person who caressed his face didn't stop asking for it, and greedily swept away all the body fluid in it, as if it was a reward for getting the drink himself.

Wei Jun's gaze was covered with mist, and he lost the strength to resist.

"let me go."

"I can't let it go."

"..."

Pei Feng hugged the limp man, and the drunk Wei Jun seldom went to the expression when he was sober, which made him want to forget.

Forget, he missed each other.

It hurts.

The slightest movement of Pei Feng's movements would cause bruises on his body, and he was completely merciless.

He untied the fastened cloth strips, and silently picked up the obedient person who was drunk by him.

"No." A vague murmur, followed by his hug, reached Pei Feng's ears.

Pei Feng just carried the person back to the massage bed, and when he was about to get up, the person lying on the massage bed uttered broken phrases again.

"can not sleep."

Pei Feng murmured in a low voice, as if to promise: "I won't do anything else."

"I will do it." Wei Jun wanted to get up.

Pei Feng's breath was disturbed for two minutes, and he repeated: "You want to do it?"

"I promised." Wei Jun nodded emphatically.

Pei Feng: "What?"

"Draw." Wei Jun wanted to explain the reason and prove the reason why he couldn't sleep, but when he saw the person above him clearly, his chaotic brain came up with an accurate name, "Pei Feng?"

Pei Feng was quite surprised that he could still recognize himself when he was so drunk. He heard him pronounce his name clearly, which was different from the drunken words that still had a grunt in front of him, so he responded with a little curiosity. .

"Divorce!" Wei Jun clasped Pei Feng's shoulders, his tone was very serious, and his face was also serious, if he ignored the blush.

Pei Feng paused for a moment: "So persistent?"

Wei Jun didn't understand, he just emphasized: "Divorce."

Pei Feng covered his eyes, brewed from his throat, and released the tip of his tongue: "Don't even think about it."

Declare coldly, "You are mine."

Wei Jun, who was drunk, stared blankly at him, his body, which was already very hot, seemed to have cooled down a lot because of what he said just now.

Pei Feng covered Wei Jun's eyes, and a restrained voice sounded above Wei Jun's head: "Don't look at me again."

Especially with the mood at the moment, it would make him lose control.

After strenuous exercise and being forced to drink again, waves of drowsiness flooded into Wei Jun's mind.

The darkness of losing sight gave him the prerequisite to fall asleep.

Noticing that he hadn't moved, Pei Feng moved his hand away, focusing his eyes on the sleeping man's face, observing and thinking.

It should be thinking about something extremely crazy, Pei Feng's eyes are so deep that it makes people frightened.