Red plums reflect youth

Qiao Yang was puzzled when he heard the words, and looked at Ziqing's pretty face suspiciously. Although it was haggard and sickly, I still felt pity for you.It's just that Ziqing hated being told that he was good-looking since he was a child, why did he suddenly ask now?

Qiao Yang was hesitating, but Ziqing smiled lightly and continued:

"Is it because of this face that you want to humiliate me again and again? Does watching me cry and beg for sex under you will satisfy your desire to conquer? When you find a more beautiful one... then Will abandon me, will you?"

Where is this going? How could Ziqing think so. "No! No! No!" Qiao Yang firmly denied.

Suddenly, as if he had made up his mind, Qiao Yang gently held Ziqing's face in his hands, and stared seriously into his eyes: "I really like you."

"I don't know how many men and women you have said that you like it..." Ziqing lowered her eyes and turned her head away, her words were cold and distant.

"No way!" Qiao Yang said aggrievedly, "After that night, I never went to Furong Street, Mingxiang Street... nothing else." Of course, that night was the night Ziqing leaked his heart.

Ziqing smiled softly, feeling a little sad.

"You do not believe?"

"Qiao Yang, please, don't do this again. Ziqing... really can't afford it. Even if you don't recognize me as a younger brother, at least... at least please take care of Ziqing's face." Ziqing looked out the window, branching The upper leaves trembled in the autumn wind.

"Ziqing, turn your head and look at me!" Qiao Yang suddenly ordered solemnly, "Look into my eyes!"

Ziqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally she mustered up the courage to meet Qiao Yang's serious and determined eyes.

Feeling something suddenly, Ziqing hurriedly averted her eyes, not daring to think about anything.

Qiao Yang smiled softly, and gently pulled Ziqing into his arms: "Ziqing... before this, can you really not feel my heart? You really can't hear the heartless words that night Am I lying to you?"

Ziqing bowed her head and remained silent.

He didn't dare to think about it, but he couldn't help thinking about it.

Can't feel it?

Or have you never tried to feel it?

The scenes that were discarded in the corner of memory suddenly became clear...

Regardless of the festering wound on his chest, he came to question why he had to leave.Did you really not see the reluctance and pain in his eyes?

In order to convey the news, he suddenly reached out and took his hand.Did you really not feel the warmth and attachment in your palm?

Worried about his own safety, he wandered alone in front of Qingcheng Pavilion until late at night.He relished the closeness between himself and Mu Shizi.His body trembled uncomfortably when he thought he was being insulted.When I woke up in the morning, I had an extra coat on my body...

Don't these piles, one by one, indicate an answer that is ready to come out?

Why can't I just turn a blind eye...

Unable to wait for Ziqing's answer, Qiao Yang sighed softly: "You like me too, don't you? If I go to a brothel, you will be unhappy... Does liking me make you so painful?"

It was just a trace of jealousy that he inadvertently revealed, and he dared to be sure of his feelings for him.As for himself, he was definitely the one who hurt him.

When he said that he was not his own brother, he was certain that he did not regard himself as a relative.

For his intimate behavior, he was sure that he was playing with humiliation.

His sudden and heartless words, I am sure that his mockery is ruthless.

He was seriously injured and left without saying a word, and he was sure that he ignored his ice heart.

……

The facts are clearly in front of my eyes, but I choose to believe in those things that I think are credible.

Is it because only by believing in his ruthlessness to me can I have an excuse to force myself to forget this unlucky love, and only by firmly believing in the harm he has done to me can I justifiably escape from this curse...

Ziqing clenched his fist tightly, his fingernails poked blood on the palm of his hand, and said in a hateful voice, "I'm really useless."

"I don't allow you to talk about yourself like that." Qiao Yang held Ziqing tightly in his arms and kissed his forehead: "It's me who is useless, implicated in the struggle of Haifengtang, and put you in danger Jing, clearly wanted to protect you, but hurt you again and again."

"Can you tell me?" Ziqing stretched his hands through Qiao Yang's arms, clutching the clothes on his back tightly, his knuckles tensed from the force: "What are you involved in, I have been hanging for you Be careful..."

Qiao Yang sighed and nodded.Let's briefly talk about the things these days.

Ziqing listened, secretly startled.This guy actually lived a life of licking blood, and for some profit, he even got involved with an underground gang... Hateful...

In the end, he gritted his teeth and asked, "You said you already knew who Qingying was? How did you know? Who the hell is that Qingying?"

Speaking of this, Liu Qiaoyang was quite proud: "No matter how cunning he is, he will always show his tail. I just used a little trick to find out his identity. However, I don't want you to be involved now, in case... When we succeed I’ll tell you more about it.” Liu Qiaoyang then gritted his teeth and said, “Hmph! Stabbing me twice and finding someone to humiliate you is tolerable, what’s unbearable?…Knowing his identity, everything is under our control Among them."

Ziqing frowned, wanting to ask.But then I thought that I am a frail person, if I can't help, if I don't say anything, it is more likely to become a burden, so I don't insist on it anymore.

"You can tell me now," Qiao Yang suddenly leaned back and opened a distance so that he could see Ziqing's face clearly and catch the slightest change in his eyes: "Is it me in your dream?"