reverse strategy

Jiang Xingyu raised his arm and pointed at Zhou Xing tremblingly. He supported the armrest of the sofa and tried to stand up, but his feet gave way and he fell down.

Zhou Xinglian dragged him onto the bed, bullied him, pinched his chin and said, "Brother Xingyu, it's not the first time for you, anyway, you can spend the night with other people behind your boyfriend's back. Then You don't mind reliving old dreams with me, do you?!"

"Zhou Xing, are you crazy?!" Jiang Xingyu wanted to push back and struggle, but he couldn't use the strength at all. The movements he made were no different from tickling to Zhou Xing.

He stared at Zhou Xing sadly.

Jiang Xingyu looked at the face in front of him, thinking of his Zhou Zhou, the Zhou Zhou who would tenderly pamper and tolerate him... This face was exactly the same as Zhou Zhou, but it didn't belong to Zhou Zhou's love for him at all. meaning.

The unpredictable hatred and possessiveness in Zhou Xing's eyes made Jiang Xingyu terrified and gradually despaired. He stared at Zhou Xing and hissed and choked with sobs.

"Before, did I treat you badly? Did I feel sorry for you? Why, why did you treat me like this?"

Jiang Xingyu's heart-piercing question made Zhou Xing's eyes red. He turned his head away from looking at Jiang Xingyu's face, but unbuttoned his belt on his own, ripped it off roughly, and waited for him with his sleeves. Canbu tied Jiang Xingyu's hands to the metal railing at the head of the bed.

"Why? You really don't know? I've already achieved this level. Don't tell me you haven't awakened any memory of you, Mr. Jiang?" Zhou Xing said bitterly.

Jiang Xingyu couldn't use much strength in the first place, but now that his hands were tied again, he could only shake his head desperately in denial. "I don't understand what you're talking about! What memory? What happened?!"

"Are you addicted to pretending to be a white lotus flower? Or do you just like the more intense ones?!" Zhou Xing pressed Jiang Xingyu's knees from above, separated them to the sides, scribbled a little body lotion on the bedside table, and couldn't help but force it down .

"Ah!" Jiang Xingyu let out a cry of pain, and then bit his lip tightly.

Again.Zhou Xing forced him again.

The last time the stress came to his mind, it was just an offense, and he quickly apologized afterwards.But this time, he showed no pity at all, as if deliberately torturing, no matter how painful or humiliating it came.

Jiang Xingyu's wrist had been strangled to the point of numbness, and his fingers were almost numb.

His head was tilted to one side weakly, his eyes were slack, but he bit his lips tightly and said nothing, his heart was completely cold.

"You are really stubborn." Zhou Xing was obviously dissatisfied with his silence, so he simply changed his approach.He relaxed his strength, and specifically attacked his sensitive areas, trying to see if he could bear the pain and desire.

Jiang Xingyu only responded with one or two breaths of disorder, but remained silent.Zhou Xing glanced at him again, only to see that his face was pale, bright red blood oozed from his lower lip, and spread out along the corner of his mouth little by little.

So miserable, and so beautiful.

He actually bit his lips in order to endure, not to ask for forgiveness, and not to admit his mistakes.

"Brother Xingyu, are you angry? Are you in pain?" Zhou Xing pinched his jaw, forcing him to relax and stop biting himself.

The wound on his lip and the desperate look in his eyes made Zhou Xing feel an inexplicable dull pain in his heart.

Zhou Xing slowly lifted Jiang Xingyu's chin, making him face himself.He leaned close to his ear, and suddenly asked pitifully: "Brother Xingyu, do you really want to die after being insulted like this?"

"..." He stared at Zhou Xing, frowned, endured the discomfort all over his body, and gasped for a while, before forcibly regaining a trace of clarity. "I won't ask the reason. I will withdraw the funds from the planet, and I will not pursue the funds."

"That's it?!" Zhou Xing was furious. "You think this is what I want?! Jiang Xingyu, who do you think you are? Who do you take me for? Ah?!"

You are the ones who destroy other people's lives first!In the end all you keep saying is a deal and a bad partnership!

For Lin Jia, he didn't feel guilty at all, and he didn't even remember it at all; for Zhou Xing, he kept saying love, and could spend the night with other men when he turned around!What love, what like, what only you, are all lies!Still pretending to die!

Zhou Xing hated Jiang Xingyu like this the most, he looked like he was broken, as if he didn't care about anything, as if he would forget about it the next day!He pinched Jiang Xingyu's jawbone, kissed him forcibly, and moved towards the place where they were most infatuated and intoxicated in the past, entangled alternately between light and heavy.A strong smell of blood came from the lips, cruel and bewitching, disgusting and unstoppable.

He kissed Jiang Xingyu, wanting to humiliate him just like he was sinking into the sea of ​​desire, but he was wrong, Jiang Xingyu looked desperate, and there was no trace of charm in his eyes.

Zhou Xing buried his head in his neck, the warm, throbbing artery was right next to his lips, he bit it gently, wishing he could bite it off and tear him apart.

"You forget it all. Two years from now, and you'll forget me the same way. Right?"

Zhou Xing held Jiang Xingyu's face and stroked it gently. He felt that he was going to be strangled by contradictions.He sank into that hot spring, greedy for that trace of tenderness and didn't want to let go, even if he knew it was a lie, Jiang Xingyu lied to him, as long as he hugged him, he couldn't help but respond.Just like cheating and cheating, it becomes a habit.He was finally exhausted, he let out a long sigh, and locked Jiang Xingyu tightly, almost suffocating him.

"Is it over? If it's over... let me go. In the future... I won't see you again." Jiang Xingyu said dying.

"Just let you go like this, wouldn't it be too cheap for you?" Zhou Xing bit Jiang Xingyu's earlobe, rubbing the soft piece back and forth between his teeth. "You haven't remembered. You haven't had a good time yet."

"Heh... happy." Jiang Xingyu smiled coldly. "I'm very disappointed in you. Zhou Xing... You are not Zhou Zhou after all."

Weekly...not Zhou Zhou? !

Zhou Xing suddenly had a jolt, and a thought lingered in his mind, lifting his heart and sinking his long-standing doubts.

"Jiang Xingyu, look at me!" He squeezed Jiang Xingyu's chin to force him to look directly at him. "You say... who am I not?"

"Zhou Xing...you..." Jiang Xingyu gritted his teeth, and suddenly his eyes closed, his head drooped from Zhou Xing's fingertips, and he completely collapsed on the bed, losing consciousness.

"Xingyu...Jiang Xingyu!!" Zhou Xing grabbed his shoulders in a panic and shook him. Seeing that he still didn't respond, he quickly touched Jiang Xingyu's face and put his trembling fingers under his nose.Feeling the gentle and rhythmic breathing, he put his ear on his chest to listen to his heartbeat frequency, and after confirming that there was nothing abnormal and he just passed out, Zhou Xing was slightly relieved.

Zhou Xing untied the cloth that bound Jiang Xingyu's hands, and slowly massaged those purple-red hands that had been strangled.

The ring he gave Jiang Xingyu was still on his ring finger, as shiny and beautiful as when he first put it on.

But now, the strangle marks on these hands are shocking.Just now he was only angry, and tied the knot too tightly, his hands were almost bleeding, even after half a day of massaging, it was difficult to restore the original skin color.Jiang Xingyu's body was in a mess, it was too horrible to look at.That's not love marks, that's abuse marks.

Jiang Xingyu, who usually seemed so strong and gentle, became extremely fragile in Zhou Xing's hands, like a flower that would wither and scatter with just a slight fold.

Zhou Xing hated himself for having sore and painful pity in his heart.Yes, it should be mercy.

He soaked the towel with some warm water, wrung it dry and helped Jiang Xingyu wipe his face covered with sticky sweat and blood.

The warm and soft towel passed over his delicate and handsome face, his slender neck with remaining finger marks and tooth marks, his straight collarbone with red scars, his sticky chest The belly and the waist and crotch covered with bruised finger marks brushed over his slender ankle that also had strangle marks...

Stop lying.If you want to cheat, can you keep cheating...

It would be nice if he could stay here forever.

If only he could be controlled by himself all the time.

If only he...could keep talking about love, hugging him tenderly, and looking at him with those obsessive eyes...

Zhou Xing wiped the unconscious Jiang Xingyu, and a tear ran down his chin and fell silently on Jiang Xingyu's body.

Stay here and become a plaything!

When Jiang Xingyu woke up, he was lying on Zhou Xing's bed alone, wearing Zhou Xing's pajamas, his whole body was refreshed, and his lips were moisturized.Zhou Xing was not in this room, the bedroom door was open, Jiang Xingyu looked out and listened carefully with bated breath, there was no sound in the living room and kitchen, presumably Zhou Xing was not at home.He tried to stretch his waist, his hands were free, but his body couldn't tell where there was still some pain, or it hurt everywhere.He tried to get up and look at the surrounding environment, and when he moved his legs, he found something strange. ,

A finger-thick metal chain rattled.Zhou Xing locked his feet on the railing of the bed.

He lifted the quilt, sat up on his elbows, carefully checked the iron chain on his feet, and wanted to untie that chain.

It was futile to toss for a long time, fine beads of sweat had already oozed from his forehead.

"Brother Xingyu, do you want to go to the bathroom?" There was a knock at the door, and Zhou Xing appeared at the door carrying a large plastic bag. Seeing Jiang Xingyu sitting on the bed frowning, he asked with a smile.

Jiang Xingyu was startled, and quickly let go of his hand.He looked at Zhou Xing vigilantly and nodded slowly.

"You're injured, it's better to stay in bed. Otherwise, use this first?" Zhou Xing took out a chamber pot from a plastic bag and handed it to Jiang Xingyu.

Jiang Xingyu's face turned livid. "What do you mean? As I said, I will not pursue the past. It's up to you! I will leave here, and I will never pester you again!"

"It's because of this that Brother Xingyu is locked up." Zhou Xing said with a smile. "Actually, I don't want to leave you. I just want you to think about it, who have you been scumbags before? Do you feel regretful?"

"Brother, in fact, I can't bear to part with you... After all, you are so...tolerant of me." Zhou Xing reached out to touch Jiang Xingyu's face, but he avoided it in fear and repulsion.

"Don't touch me! You're crazy, really crazy!!" Jiang Xingyu hugged his knees and curled up at the corner of the bed. "Why do I have to repent?! Zhou Xing, who am I sorry for? I am sorry for anyone, and I have never sorry for you!"