He's super cute

"Sir, sir..."

The soft little body in his arms kept trying to get into Jiang Yan's arms, pecking and kissing his neck like begging for mercy, and licking his chin with the tip of his tongue, like a weak little animal, so well-behaved.

It has to be said that he was trained very well by Jiang Yan, like a small fruit that has just grown and is still astringent. It looks innocent on the surface, but in fact it is already ripe and juicy inside.

After all, Jiang Yan is a man of means, such a stupid little bird has been developed by him with a bit of jerky and glamorous style.

It's really painful. In the past few years, as long as Little Canary was a little disobedient, Jiang Yan would only make him suffer more and suffer more. No matter how stupid a person is, he will naturally learn it without a teacher. This set.

"It's been so many years..." Jiang Yan caressed Yu Xiaoque's small face with finger marks, slightly leaned closer to the boy's ear, and sighed, "Why can't you learn to be good?"

Yu Xiaoque's heart and lungs trembled when he said something lightly, and he shook his voice, "Sir, Xiaoque has learned to behave..."

"I really don't dare, I don't dare..."

In the beginning, he was too spoiled by his husband, and he stretched out his little paws to test the man's bottom line little by little.

Occasionally, he contradicted the husband a few times, but the husband didn't get angry, he just smiled and watched him make a small temper, as if he was pampering and pampering him.

The servants all said that the husband must have liked him so much that he treated him like heaven and earth.

He heard it sweetly in his heart, so he took it seriously.

It wasn't until one time that Mr. held him on his lap and coaxed him with a warm voice all morning that he was coaxed to take a bite of the most hated carrot.

He frowned and spat on the ground sideways.

Jiang Yan didn't say anything, stroked his hair gently, and fed him the remaining half bowl of porridge.

He turned his head and asked someone to tie him to the bed, his hands and feet were bound tightly, and he couldn't move or speak for a month.

Even eating can only be fed through a gastric tube.

Rolling an eyeball is a luxury.

That is what is called true life is worse than death.

When he was put down, he didn't care about his dignity, lying on the ground, clutching Jiang Yan's trousers and crying loudly, he didn't speak for a month, and couldn't understand anything for a while.

Jiang Yan bent slightly, with a smile on his face, patiently wiped away his tears, patted his thin back and softly comforted him.

It was as if none of this had been done by him himself.

From then on, there was a plate of carrots on the dining table every day, and the man only needed to look at him. Like a frightened quail, he ate the carrots while shaking his hands and retching.

Jiang Yan wiped his mouth, and said softly as always: "Look, don't you just eat it?"

He curled up in Jiang Yan's arms and trembled uncontrollably, only then did he realize what kind of person he had provoked.

He can treat you well and lift you up to the sky, but you can't have the slightest intention of being pampered.

"Oh?" Jiang Yan fiddled with Yu Xiaoque's hair, pressed his little head, "What should you do?"

He was like a high-ranking person, condescendingly looking down at the clumsy little canary in the cage.

A pair of small wings were also broken by his own hands, and he couldn't fly high, so he could only jump miserably into his arms, begging his forgiveness humbly and timidly.

But why should he?

Following his strength, Yu Xiaoque lowered her head, raised her eyes timidly to look at Jiang Yan, stuck out the tip of her tongue like a cat, and licked and kissed Jiang Yan's chest little by little, leaving a beautiful water mark .

Jiang Yan sighed comfortably, squinting his eyes, the lust in his eyes became deeper and deeper, he pressed his fingers hard, and said in a low voice: "Continue."

With Yu Xiaoque's mouth in her mouth, she whimpered twice pitifully.

……

Yu Xiaoque couldn't help but coughed a few times, swallowed the liquid in her mouth, resisted the soreness of her mouth, obediently spit out her tender red tongue, and opened her mouth for Jiang Yan to check.

"It's pretty hard work." Jiang Yan stroked the red corners of his eyes with satisfaction, and Yu Xiaoque tilted her head and gently rubbed against his hand.

Jiang Yan patted his cheek, he turned his back consciously, tilted up his white and tender buttocks, which were already covered with red marks by Jiang Yan's kneading, and swayed gently.

The two have been working together for so many years, and Yu Xiaoque can immediately understand Jiang Yan's eyes.

Little Canary's clumsy little thinking couldn't be more obvious.

He didn't know that he looked like an ignorant cheap prostitute in a street alley, letting others play with him.

His unintelligent little mind only wants to please the superiors so that he can suffer less.

Yu Xiaoque clung to the man's neck, babbling when she was bumped, her red tongue looming, her wet eyelashes trembling.

"Grab your knees," the man ordered, holding his thighs.

Little Canary opened her red eyes, grabbed her knees with trembling hands, frowned, and slowly hissed, apparently without any pleasure.

He looked at Jiang Yan's face, his eyes gradually blurred, only his body instinctively followed Jiang Yan's rhythm, but he didn't know where he was drifting inside.

It hurts...

Why does Mr. always like to do this kind of thing?

Obviously it hurts.

"Is it comfortable?" Jiang Yan smiled softly, leaned close to Yu Xiaoque's ear, and brushed his sweaty temple hair behind his ear.

"Hmm..." Yu Xiaoque's lower body was sore and aching, he clutched the bed sheet under his body, drooped his long eyelashes, and said softly, "It's comfortable..."

His white and slender calf was hanging on the man's strong arm, wobbly, his toes stretched into a handful of fresh snow, looking weak and pitiful.

It shouldn't be like this.

A small voice in Yu Xiaoque's heart gradually sprouted and became more and more clear.

With confused eyes, he stared blankly at the chandelier, which was shaken by the bump.

Hasn't he always lived like this?

As long as you behave well, your husband will treat him well.

Is there something wrong?