stop pampering me

After being terribly intimidated, the relationship between the two dropped to a freezing point again. When Wan Qian was approached by Huo Yongsen, it was like touching a sharp nail with his hand. The nerve endings were stimulated and instinctively bounced off, shaking uncontrollably all over his body. .

But if it was Huo Yongsen who approached forcefully, Wan Qian could do nothing about it. He had always been a role that was silently accepted, suppressed by Huo Yongsen, suppressed by the real situation, and suppressed by himself.

He didn't know when, when he reached the limit, he would be crushed and destroyed, but Wan Qian felt that before reaching that limit, he would be tortured to death first.

Wan Qian's eyes were blank and absent-minded. At this moment, he didn't need to think about any problems, he didn't need to count how many days he had to live with his fingers, and he didn't need to stare at the people around him, struggling to survive in the cracks.

Huo Yongsen gently stroked his temples and said, "Only at this time, you won't try to slip away when I approach."

"Heh..." Wan Qian was only panting, unable to respond to him.

Although 30 years old is the golden age for men, but under the influence of heart problems, his physical function is declining. He often feels chest tightness, shortness of breath, and powerlessness.

He had an obvious premonition that this time, he might not live to be sent to prison by Huo Yongsen.

But that's also good, no one would want to go through that kind of experience a second time, and it's a kind of happiness that he can die early.

Huo Yongsen didn't expect Wan Qian to answer either, it was fine for the man to lie beside him so obediently.

The ends of Wan Qian's eyes gradually turned a little red, and Huo Yongsen's hands were stained with the wrinkled quilt between his fingers.

"You usually... haven't you done it yourself?" Huo Yongsen was a little surprised.

The yellow color proves that it has lost its activity, which is caused by no related behavior for several weeks or nearly a month, and it also shows that the man has not even done the simplest handjob.

When Wan Qian was asked so bluntly, her ears turned red and purple, she turned her head away in shame and didn't dare to look any more, she stumbled and said, "I haven't thought about it."

The words without any pointing meaning unexpectedly pleased Huo Yongsen. He held Wanqian in his arms and kept pecking and kissing like a puppy washing his face, and said domineeringly: "You can only do it with me, you can only like me."

He couldn't imagine Wan Qian making out with others, that's why he lost his composure in the evening and scared Wan Qian.

"If someone else confessed to you, what would you do?" Huo Yongsen narrowed his eyes and blatantly tried.

Sure enough, Huo Yongsen knew everything. He deliberately let Wan Qian know that he was watching him, and he was also warning him not to do anything deviant.

Wan Qian turned her head slowly, and met Huo Yongsen's jewel-like cold and clear eyes, her hoarse voice clearly said: "It doesn't matter what I will do, the key is what you will do."

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

"The one who confessed to me is to test your attitude, because no one really likes me, all they care about is my status as 'Huo Yongsen's lover'." Wan Qian spoke very slowly, but her words were very slow. clear.

The hand that was playing with Wan Qian's fingers stopped, and getting this answer from Wan Qian's mouth gave him a moment of stability, which immediately turned into deeper anxiety.

Don't believe in being loved...?

Wan Qian sat up, the leaked stuff made him feel very uncomfortable, he didn't know what's wrong with Huo Yongsen now, he just refused to wear a condom, even if he took it out, he was directly thrown into the trash can.

"Can I take a shower?" Wan Qian asked.

"Of course." Huo Yongsen lay lazily on his side on the bed, watching the man's strong and beautiful back.

It was night, and Huo Yongsen had another dream. In the dream, Wan Qian was so pale and weak, holding a bloody mass in his hands.

Wan Qian said, "I've poured out my heart, but you still don't want to believe me?"

Huo Yongsen lowered his head, the shape of the lump of meat became clear, his breathing suddenly stagnated, as if being choked by an invisible big hand.