He's super cute

The small room is simply furnished, without even a single window, and the walls are dazzlingly white.

"No, sir..." Yu Xiaoque glimpsed the sharp needles on the tattoo gun with sharp eyes, her voice became more trembling, trembling all over, "I'm afraid, sir, I don't dare, don't..."

"No tattoos, no needles..."

His vocabulary of begging for mercy has not improved after so many years, and it is still the same few sentences over and over again.

"Isn't it good?" Jiang Yan put on a mask, and slowly tied him up like a frog waiting to be slaughtered. He said softly, "In this way, you will completely belong to me."

"Otherwise, what should I do if I get snatched away by something that doesn't have eyes?"

"Let me go..." Yu Xiaoque was almost desperate. The person in front of him was once the god he had dreamed of day and night, but now he looked more like a demon in the depths of hell, "Please, please let me go." let's go."

"Doesn't Xiaoque like me the most?" Jiang Yan carefully traced some patterns on the inside of his legs, sometimes frowning and sometimes smiling with satisfaction, "I used to be so proactive when I kissed you."

"I'm really entangled..."

"I can't stop."

He raised his voice intentionally, as if reminiscing.

The cello-like gorgeous voice uttered such unsightly words.

Yu Xiaoque looked at him in disbelief, her heart seemed to be filled with something, pressed, bound, so tightly that she couldn't even breathe out.

"So you know everything..."

A man knows that he will work harder for a small gesture of his kiss, even if the pain is unbearable.

Also know how much he likes him.

But he just watched him sink and compromise coldly, and became more and more unbearable in order to please him.

"Why can't you be as obedient as before?" Jiang Yan said to himself regretfully, and sighed, "Sure enough, I still can't give you too much freedom."

"It's all learned."

"I can't go back, sir." Yu Xiaoque didn't speak hoarsely. He stared at Jiang Yan, as if he was meeting him for the first time. His voice was unbelievably calm and even mocking, "I don't hate you, it's already me. It's the limit of what you can do."

"Please, don't make me hate you..."

I don't want the two of us to end with nothing but hatred after so many years of relationship.

Jiang Yan glanced at him lightly, unmoved in the slightest.

It seems that Yu Xiaoque's love and hatred are not important to him at all.

The man patted his thigh with his cold hands, turned around to fiddle with the things on the trolley, his bony fingers slowly disinfected him, "Don't disturb me."

The alcohol cotton rubbed against the sensitive and tender legs, causing a shiver.

Yu Xiaoque's heart suddenly rose in her throat, her legs kicked wildly, and her whole body was rattling.

"You'll never learn to be obedient." Jiang Yan took a hemp rope, tied his thighs and calves, and pulled a towel to cover his mouth, "Does your little mouth always piss me off, or should you keep it closed?" good."

"Forget about the anesthetic." Jiang Yan began to cut the thread methodically, skillfully, "affecting the effect."

Yu Xiaoque's toes curled up tightly, her pupils dilated, she screamed in pain silently, her snow-white neck stretched out, like a dying white swan.

The endless stinging pain on his body seemed to bring him back to that dark memory.

Jiang Yan's technique is very steady, spraying fog to paint, flicking a little prick, and soon a beautiful pattern has a prototype.

Yu Xiaoque's white body was already covered with sweat beads, rising and falling rhythmically with her breathing.

Especially that delicate pink flower seemed to be frightened and couldn't help trembling.

(Check me, it’s a tattoo)

He stared blankly at the ceiling, everything in front of him lost its original color, and he didn't know how long it had been.

This is a nightmare, it must be a nightmare.

Little Canary's tears flowed down the back of her ears and formed a puddle.

When will the nightmare wake up?

"It's perfect..." Jiang Yan took off his mask and stroked the tattoo pattern in front of him. The extreme white and black formed a strong contrast, and the visual impact was extremely strong.

A straight and sharp Yan character, and a beautiful rose flower bloomed at the end, extending to the depth, and finally stopped at the side of another pink flower.

Yu Xiaoque felt numb and painful, and moved uncomfortably.

The rose instantly glowed with a different kind of vitality.

Jiang Yan let out a deep breath, brushed Yu Xiaoque's soft face from top to bottom, and said softly, "It should be three months."

"It won't hurt the baby."

The agricultural program started on TV.

The young saplings were forced to open their trembling branches and leaves to receive irrigation, and the dew flowed into the soil along the branches and leaves, so the roses bloomed even more brilliantly.

But the hard-working gardener is still not satisfied with the response of the young sapling to water.

It's like raising a boring gourd, without the slightest sound.

He grabbed the young leaves of the sapling, rubbing his ears and temples together, trying to make the little gourd open.

The young saplings swayed and drifted in the wind and rain, and beat the gardener with leaves, but they didn't make a sound.

"Fortunately?" Jiang Yan slowly uttered a name.

Yu Xiaoque froze, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Is that the name?" The man smiled gently and harmlessly, and said with a smile, "There seems to be something wrong with his company."

"According to the principle of being a good citizen, I reported it casually. Now it seems that I have been investigated?"

"Don't... hurt others..." Yu Xiaoque cried intermittently, clutching the iron bed helplessly, "He's just kind."

"That depends on your performance." Jiang Yan stroked his hair once and for all, with a calm and doting voice.

The voice behind the black cloth-covered screen grew louder.

Yu Xiaoque was too nervous to notice the unusual voice.

"Speak up." The man coaxed, rubbing his sweaty hair with the tip of his nose, "I'm considering letting your good friend go."

In the small room, there was a burst of subdued sobs slowly, tremblingly.

"Good boy." The corners of Jiang Yan's lips curled up, fondly caressing the red and swollen word Yan.

"Do you want to see it?" The man picked him up.

Yu Xiaoque let out an exclamation, and habitually clung to his neck, the radishes in the radish field planted deeper in the TV show.

Walking to the screen, Jiang Yan tore off the black cloth.

The postures of the two people are fully displayed in front of the eyes, vaguely, like a layer of frosted glass.

The cheeks of the person on the glass mirror were flushed, biting his lips lightly, and a large fiery rose bloomed on the side of his leg.

Innocent to the extreme and gorgeous beyond description.

Yu Xiaoque screamed, he didn't expect that there was not a screen in front of him, or even a floor-to-ceiling mirror.

Through the mirror, he met Xing Ke's shocked and distressed eyes!

The young man was tightly bound hands and feet, leaning against the wall, his mouth was blocked by a towel, and only his eyes fully expressed his emotions.

Can't believe there is still love.

Yu Xiaoque felt ashamed immediately, just now he was shamelessly...

He wished he could dig a hole and bury himself in it, and just die here.

His few friends listened to his whole show...

Yu Xiaoque couldn't hide everything, and was ruthlessly stripped clean by the man.

"Why..." Yu Xiaoque pinched the man's strong arm, not even daring to turn his head, his thin back trembling slightly, he murmured, "Why did you do this to me?"

He beat the man desperately and roared hoarsely, "Why did you do this to me!"

He obviously has nothing.

Does he have to force him to death before he is willing?

"Aren't you happy to see your good friend?" Jiang Yan smiled as if puzzled, and turned him upside down, "Aren't friends supposed to treat each other with sincerity?"

"You're too embarrassed to say it, but I said it for you." The man seemed to have done something great, and Yu Xiaoque should be grateful to him.

He even grabbed Yu Xiaoque's hand with great interest, his voice was like a metal texture, low and gorgeous, "Come, say hello to your good friend."

"After all, it helped you so much."

"Don't, don't, don't treat me like this, please." Yu Xiaoque shook her sweaty hair and said incoherently, "I will die, I will die..."

He cryptically called for help to the man over and over again, like a wailing injured bird.

But the man's expression didn't change a bit, "Why are you still embarrassed?"

"Isn't this the friend you want?" He hugged Yu Xiaoque and wanted to go around the glass.

Yu Xiaoque held onto his shoulder tightly, sobbing in fear, "No, please, take me away from here, away from here..."

"No more friends?" Jiang Yan caught his tears with his fingertips, lowered his eyes, and the haze flashed across his eyes.

"No, no more..." Yu Xiaoque just wanted to leave, struggling hard to cover her body.

Even a little nervous.

"What about freedom? Do you still want to run away?" Jiang Yan didn't care that the little man in his arms was about to collapse, and he reaped the results complacently.

"No, I don't want anything, sir, get out of here, I beg you, you love me..."

Yu Xiaoque's heart seemed to be crushed by something, and her whole body was imprisoned in a small room without doors and windows.

All he had left was to escape from here.

He thought that he could make friends and go shopping like an ordinary person, go home together for dinner in the evening, fight around, and spend every day in a normal and ordinary way.

The man severely crushed his fantasy.

It turns out that such a simple and ordinary life can only be a delusion for him.

He is just a plaything, so he has no right to expect extravagantly.

"Of course I love my baby." Jiang Yan smiled casually, and patted his back, which was choking and coughing because of being too excited, "What are you talking about?"

How could there be such a hypocritical man in the world, who would do anything to such a degree with the people next to him who didn't know much about the world.

It was as if what was in her arms was not a close lover, but an enemy that had to be defeated.

There is no such truth in love.

At this time, Jiang Yan didn't understand, so after countless midnight dreams, he desperately tried to catch the person who was drifting away, but when he finally opened his eyes, there was nothing but nothingness.

Only then did he suddenly realize that his little canary was left behind in that cold winter, and he was the only one to bear all the bitter fruits since then.