He's super cute

Yu Xiaoque curled up on the ground in a daze, her throat seemed to be smoking from thirst, her two long snow-white legs were twisted around each other, she was naked, only her panties were left, her clothes had been ripped off and thrown away somewhere .

He tried his best to crawl back, but Xiang Xing held his ankle and pulled him down again.

After being drugged, the little beauty couldn't lift a bit of strength, her thin wrists were oozing blood from the belt, and an uncontrollable moan escaped from her lips and teeth.

"Sir..." He tried to push away his head buried in his shoulders and neck, only feeling greasy and disgusting, calling that reassuring name over and over again, "Sir, help me..."

"elder brother……"

His face is rare and beautiful, the small face is red like a cloud of fire, and the neck is red, the corners of the raised eyes are smeared, the eyes are blurred, and the long eyelashes are full of drops that cannot fall off. teardrops.

It is also mixed with a provocative and unknowing innocence.

"What a stunner." Xiang Xing yelled until half of his body became numb, and a rush of heat rushed to his lower abdomen. He licked his lips and pulled Yu Xiaoque's panties down, "Brother will love you right now."

Yu Xiaoque closed his eyes in despair, the lights on the ceiling became more and more glaring, making his eyes ache.

The laughter in the private room, the big hands wandering around the body, the naked body, the dry wine on the face...

Yu Xiaoque squinted his eyes, and his nails dug into his palms, but he didn't seem to feel any pain.

How did he come to this point?

I am also human, why do you want to abuse me like this?

"Sir..." he murmured softly.

Little Canary stared blankly at the man eagerly unzipping his trousers, and opened his mouth slightly, a little silly.

He tilted his head and smiled, showing two cute dimples, biting his teeth and closing his tongue hard.

But he didn't want to be slapped and rolled over by someone.

Yu Xiaoque lay on the ground, half of her panties were ripped off, her face was swollen, and she remained motionless.

"You want to die?" Jiang Yan didn't know when he stood in front of him, looking down at the little canary on the ground coldly.

There was uncontrollable anger in his eyes, as if he was extremely angry. There was an unhurried smile on his lips, but his hands were extremely stern, "Isn't it easy to want to die?"

Jiang Yan dragged the half-dead man on the ground into the bathroom of the private room, turned on the faucet and pressed Yu Xiaoque into the water.

Yu Xiaoque's instinct to survive was thumping vigorously, sobbing in his mouth, Jiang Yan didn't let go, and there was a coldness in his eyes that was so thick that he couldn't get rid of it, as if he was really going to drown him here.

When the person stopped moving, he grabbed Yu Xiaoque's neck and lifted Yu Xiaoque out of the water, giving him a chance to catch his breath.

Yu Xiaoque gasped for breath, before she recovered, she grabbed Jiang Yan's hand, "First..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yan pushed him back into the water again.

Repeated and repeated countless times.

Until Yu Xiaoque was finally exhausted and had no strength to struggle, she let Jiang Yan move as if she was dead, and was forced to endure the punishment with no end in sight.

"Do you still dare to die?" The man slid him in front of him, wiped off the drops of water on his face, and whispered softly, "I will fulfill you."

The coldness in his words left no doubt that he really had murderous intentions.

"After you die, I'll let everyone present round you." Jiang Yan leaned close to his ear, and gently licked his white and thin earlobe.

Yu Xiaoque shuddered suddenly, and looked up at Jiang Yan in disbelief.

"Speak." The man squeezed his hand hard.

"No, I dare not..." Yu Xiaoque was in a daze, her chest was wet, and her voice was hoarse.

"Be obedient." Jiang Yan smiled with satisfaction, and rubbed his head comfortingly, "Be good."

For the first time, Yu Xiaoque was a little confused about the word "good".

Do you have to be obedient if you are sent out to play by your husband?

He carefully glanced at the man with teary eyes, but he still didn't dare to say anything more.

The little canary was naked and huddled in the man's arms, with a red nose, messy finger marks on its small face, and round toes curled up and down, like little paws blooming.

His little head was so tossed by the medicine that he couldn't think, and his little hands unconsciously groped on the man, coquettishly, "Sir, it's hard..."

"Be patient." Jiang Yan held Yu Xiaoque's icy little feet with his warm and dry hands, rubbed the bruises on his body, and pressed slightly between his brows.

"Sir... don't give me to others..." Yu Xiaoque kicked her legs, raised her confused eyes beggingly, "I'm good..."

"Are you good?" Jiang Yan squeezed his neck, coaxing a child, "Be careful."

Little Canary closed her eyes and said nothing as if she was wronged.

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, stroked his white and greasy flesh, and smiled suddenly.

What a pity.

Obviously he is a real person, but he has no idea that he has given the ownership to the man.

Even if he was insulted like this, he would just foolishly beg the man not to send him away.

Yu Xiaoque's mind became more and more blurred, and Jiang Yan ran her hair like a cat and hummed comfortably.

He vaguely felt that someone came in, his voice was cold and cold, but his words were too familiar with Jiang Yan.

The little canary boss rubbed against her unwillingly, and was pulled into the arms of the man again.

# The sun shines on the face through the curtains, and the dust floating in the air becomes clearer.

Yu Xiaoque sucked the saliva from her lower lip, she hadn't woken up yet, she was muttering something, she grabbed Daimao, and moved her small hand around.

The little paw grabbed the air twice, and flew away.

"Sir..." Yu Xiaoque rubbed her eyes, got up from the bed, knelt and sat crookedly on the ground again, her legs seemed to be crushed by something, and they were so heavy that she couldn't tell if she lifted them.

"Ah!" Yu Xiaoque rubbed her little butt, feeling an unspeakable burning pain behind her, and her husband stuffed the embolism in again.

After being carried back last night, Jiang Yan relied on Yu Xiaoque to learn yoga. She was delicate and soft, and she played even more recklessly.

The little Canary still didn't dare to refuse, so she could only split into a split horse in a daze, crying and clutching her husband's fingers, begging for ease.

The man touched his belly contentedly afterwards, asking him to eat all of it to give the man a baby.

Yu Xiaoque walked to the side of the bedside table on her knees, and took out a box of medicines that were not much left with her small hands along the gap. She didn't even need water, chewed the bitter pills and swallowed them abruptly.

"Throw away all these rags." A strange voice came from outside the door, followed by a noisy sound of moving things.

Yu Xiaoque supported the floor, stood up unsteadily, and quietly opened a crack in the door.

A group of people were coming and going in and out of his small studio, and the easels, paints and small sofas were all thrown in the corridor in one go, like a pile of garbage piled in the corner.

"Who are you?" Little Canary clenched her fists tightly, took a breath, and her bristles stood tall, "Why, why did you throw my things..."

He thought he was very imposing, but in fact even his voice was soft, he blinked his big eyes, and stammered questions through the gaps.

"Is this yours?" The young man stood at the corner of the stairs, thin and tall, with fine black hair scattered on his forehead, contempt hidden in his raised phoenix eyes, and an oil painting with a rough draft in his hand, "I see The light in that room is good, and there is just a lack of a studio.”

He waved his hand, and the drawing fell into the trash, "You can choose another room."

Yu Xiaoque didn't care about the soreness of her legs, so she straddled her legs and went to pick up the sketches scattered on the ground.

He moved awkwardly, and when he bent over, there was a large patch of red on his chest, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell what was going on at a glance.

The young man looked him up and down, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a disdainful arc.

"You, who are you?" Yu Xiaoque struggled to pick up the paintings, his heart felt tight, and he didn't want to give up the studio. He always felt that after giving up the studio, all his things would be taken away.

This noble and arrogant young man made the little animal feel threatened.

So, the little canary fox brought out Jiang Yan pretending to be majestic, "Mr. doesn't like other people messing with his things."

"Ayan and I..." Cheng Yu squeezed the doorknob, lowered his head and smiled, "We are friends."

But looking at his tone, the word "friend" has some ambiguous meanings for no reason.