Pain fetish

This is the most painful susceptibility period that Qi Han has spent in the past ten years.

none of them.

The failure of full expectations for the birthday cake was the root cause of his sudden susceptibility period. Fu Ge's gentle teasing brought his passion and throbbing to the peak.

And the phrase "these are all ruined by you" is like an ice knife inserted into the boiling molten iron, spinning and slashing and piercing into the flesh, splitting him and his heart.

"Uh... ah-"

He groaned and knelt down on the ground, his convulsed fingers digging deep into his hair, his whole face turned purple, and uncontrollable tears gushed out of his nearly torn eyes.

He was going crazy with the pain.

Rationality and physical strength were exhausted together, despair and pain jointly tore him, Qi Han almost instinctively begged his partner.

"Little Song...Little Song..."

His voice was hoarse, and he moved in front of Fu Ge with both hands and feet, holding the corner of Little Beta's clothes stubbornly and aggrievedly, "Brother...don't go, don't go..."

With a crisp "pop", Fu Ge opened his hand, knelt down and took out a handkerchief.

But it was not to help him wipe away the tears at the end of his eyes, but to gently wipe his touched trousers.

Qi Han was stunned, his fingers trembling and retracted, he sucked his nose with sobs, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not dirty..."

Fu Ge threw the handkerchief on the ground, "Don't disgust me."

Alpha was devastated, paralyzed on the ground, his half-closed eyes showed the back of little beta resolutely leaving.

Just like during the [-] days when he imprisoned Fu Ge, he sneered at the gesture of leaving after tossing people to death every time.

He wondered if Fu Ge was like this at the time, dragging his tattered body and lying on the dirty bed, desperately opening his eyes and begging his lover to look back at him, but he didn't even look back at him.

Not only that, but he couldn't move, drink water, put on clothes to cover his embarrassing body, or even call for help.

Because the voice was tortured to the point of loss of voice in the despair and pain again and again.

Qi Han smiled wryly and closed his eyes, grasping the remaining fragments of the album in his hand, he thought amidst the ashes floating in the sky——

It was he who broke the glass with his own hands, so who has the right to blame those sharp fragments for stabbing him.

That night almost cost Qi Han little half his life.

When Chen Xing led people to find him, he was lying unconscious in a bathtub full of cold water.

The right hand hanging on the edge seemed to have smashed on the iron hook wall lamp when it went mad, and the flesh on the back of the hand was turned over, while the convulsive left hand was hugging tightly in front of him, grabbing the burnt album fragments.

It took more than three hours to rescue him, and Qi Han was lying on the bondage bed where the pheromone was extracted the next day after waking up.

Chen Xing wished he could knock him out with a punch.

"There's no need to tie the restraint belt. Look at Lin Daiyu, he doesn't have the strength to resist. You don't need to control the dosage. Just pump it, but pump it vigorously, just pump him to death!"

Qi Han clicked his tongue, and was really annoyed by his arguing, "Get out and find your 303, don't make trouble here."

"You fucking dislike me? You would have died without me! You've been soaked in the bathtub! That little beta is really cruel, so he just left you there, no matter how late you are, how late will I be?" Minutes to-"

"Chen Xing!" Qi Han frowned, "Can you shut up?"

"...Okay, that's great!"

He glanced at Qi Han, turned his head and left, "I'll tell him whose pheromone he used now, I'll see if he will feel so at ease—ah!"

A deflated howl exploded in his ears, and Chen Xing fell to the ground in a hurry, immobilized by the 3S alpha pheromone.

"Damn it, let me go!" He tried to get up, but he couldn't break free even after sweating profusely, so he laughed angrily: "Dude, you are a fucking bull!" Forced, it’s all so fake and still presses me...Gene suppression is really not bragging..."

Qi Han withdrew the pheromone and exhaled with difficulty, "If you know I'm false, don't make trouble for me, go out and play."

Chen Xing stood up and called him unwillingly: "Brother Han!"

Qi Han closed his eyes: "Let's go!"

Only after getting the No.20 tube of pheromone, Qi Han's glands were almost squeezed dry, and the doctors were worried about whether he would be able to last until Fu Ge recovered.

Maybe it was because there was not much pheromone left, or maybe it was numb from the pain, this time Qi Han didn't react too much, except for the initial convulsions and trembling, he didn't howl much, only later did the doctor know that he was exhausted .

After it was over, he lay on the bed for a long time before slowly getting up. Qi Han watched dully as the little nurse poured the extracted light pink pheromone into the test tube, and labeled it for easy finding.

The label reads - "Donor No. 046, Qi Chuan."

He didn't even have a chance to donate his hard work in his own name, so he could only hide in the corner and listen to Fu Ge's gratitude to others over and over again.

It's not that I never thought about telling him the truth, even blurted out the susceptibility period that night, but Fu Ge is too stubborn, once he knows that the pheromones flowing into the blood these days are all Qi Han's, little beta is likely to never again Will accept any treatment.

He will choose to give up his life at any time, because there is nothing worth lingering on.

After Qi Han returned the small building and part of his assets to him, Fu Ge first paid all his medical expenses, then prepared to transfer the real estate to Qi Chuan, and allocated 10,000+ to the ducklings who had helped him in the clubhouse.

Most of the remaining money was donated to the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts, which he wanted to apply for in high school. He did not have the opportunity to go to study there, so he did his best to contribute to it.

Other than that, he didn't make any plans for his future.

When I was poor, I suffered so much, and I was happy for a long time after eating a piece of French fries. Now that I have money, I don't have the slightest desire to enjoy it.

His only pastime is to sit by the window after three o'clock in the afternoon and look into the garden on the first floor. A little boy will appear on the lawn on time, slowly moving the easel to draw.

The little boy did not know what illness he had and needed to be hospitalized for a long time, but his condition should not be too serious, and his parents and elder brother would always be by his side.

Dad stabilized the easel, mother held the paint tray, and elder brother danced and made funny faces to tease him. He had the most ordinary happiness that Fu Ge could only dream of, but little Beta didn't even dare to envy him now.

That was too much of a luxury for him.

No family, no lover, no healthy body, and lost the ability to hold a pen forever.

He can only watch quietly from behind the window, sitting for two or three hours at a time, he will be happy for others when the little boy makes progress, and he thinks it is cute to scribble like a playful one.

Once Qi Han saw him being amused by the little boy's mistakes, and couldn't help correcting him: "Drawing the wrong baby, you have to draw the line first—"

But as soon as the right hand was raised, the sound stopped abruptly. Fu Ge's expression froze, and he was silent for several seconds before putting down his hand and hiding it in his sleeve.

Like hiding something shady.

After that day, he asked the little nurse he knew well to buy a set of very expensive painting tools, and quietly gave it to the little boy.

One is to thank him for his "companion" for so many days, and the other is to encourage the little boy to persevere longer.

Whether it is a hobby or a pastime, painting is a very happy thing. His happiness is gone, so he wants to try his best to continue the happiness of others.

Although he repeatedly told the little nurse not to reveal that the painting tools were given by him, the little boy still found him.

On the day of receiving the gift, the child was wrapped in a black and white dotted fleece outside the hospital gown, with a hood on his head, sitting on the chair plumply, like a glutinous black sesame seed sweet dumpling.

I saw Xiao Tangyuan draw something squarely on the paper with the painting tools Fu Ge gave, then suddenly turned around and shouted at Fu Ge's window: "Brother!"

Fu Ge was taken aback, stood up in a panic and covered himself with the curtains, the little boy put his hands on his hips and yelled several times persistently, in a childish voice: "Brother, brother, brother! Thank you for your gift! Brother, look at me!" , I can't reach the top..."

Fu Ge couldn't hold back and got out of the curtain, imitating his example and shouting loudly: "You're welcome, are you okay?"

The little boy tore off the picture he drew, folded it into a paper airplane, ran up and threw it to the second floor, "I also have a gift for my brother! I hope my brother likes it!"

Before he finished speaking, he slapped and fell on the lawn, and the little glutinous rice balls almost showed their stuffing.

Fu Ge couldn't help laughing out loud. He watched Gu Yong get up with his own eyes. He was blushing and embarrassed at first, but when he saw Fu Ge's smile, his battery was fully charged again, and he ran forward with the paper airplane. While running, the baby fat on the face followed the shock.

After finally delivering the paper plane to Fu Singer, the little boy looked up at him expectantly, and gestured with his two chubby hands, "Brother, open it!"

After listening to his words, Fu Ge flattened the paper plane and found a fat red heart drawn on the paper.

Little Beta raised the corners of her lips and smiled softly, and asked the boy, "Do you want to give it to me?"

The little boy nodded shyly, then stood on tiptoes to make himself look "taller", with a flushed face, "Give my heart to my brother, it's so big, I will marry my brother when I grow up!"

Fu Ge didn't know how many times he was amused, carefully folded the piece of paper, teased him and said: "Then you have to work hard to paint, I want to marry a little painter."

The boy nodded vigorously, and was about to make a promise when his family stopped him: "Xiaobao, what are you looking at?"

The little boy replied earnestly, "I'm looking at my wife!"

While talking, he made a heart with his chubby hands on his chest, put his hands together, put his head on his feet, and put his heart in front of Fu Ge, "Daughter-in-law, I'm leaving! It's time for me to drink milk."

Clutching his hat and running away, he ran back a second later and picked up the easel he had forgotten guiltily.

That was the happiest day since Fu Ge was hospitalized.

Qi Han stood outside the door, watching him stick the paper to his chest and caress it as if he had received some valuable gift, and then carefully pressed it down with a heavy object, trying to flatten the creases of the paper airplane.

The child's brushwork is still not proficient, and there is a small space when Fat Heart is coloring. Qi Han can notice the blank line from such a distance, and Fu Ge can naturally see it too.

I saw him staring at that place in silence for a long time, then suddenly got up and took a pen from the painting utensils that were about to collect dust, Qi Han's heart immediately hung in his throat, and he held his breath and looked at him without blinking.

Little Beta first took a few deep breaths, held the pen and dropped it on the drawing paper. As the distance between the paper and the pen continued to shrink, his arms trembled more and more, and a layer of bean-sized beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, forming The thread trickled down.

Qi Han's eyes were red, he was so nervous that he stopped breathing, and he cheered for him in his heart: It's okay baby, try again...try harder...

Fu Ge closed his eyes, his whole body began to shake, and let the terrifying psychological shadow cut his brain, he pursed his lips and let out a rapid choked sob, and suddenly stretched out his left hand and pressed it on the wrist bone desperately!

However, in the next second, the paintbrush was thrown away vigorously, and he fell to the ground after losing strength, and all the flying paint splashed on the fat heart.

The little boy's gift was ruined by him.

Qi Han froze for a moment, then lowered his head helplessly, exited the room, and slowly slid down against the wall.

Five minutes later, there were five or six slaps in the ward, mixed with Fu Ge's uncontrollable sobs.

Cooked his heart in the frying pan.

Little Beta refused dinner that night, and the medicine to be infused at night was moved to tomorrow morning. He locked himself in the room and cut his arm with a utility knife.

Qi Han watched through the one-way glass, and didn't dare to call him, let alone go in, for fear that if he made even the slightest sound, Fu Ge would directly cut open the artery, and would never give him any chance of redemption.

Fu Ge didn't stop until midnight, climbed into bed and fell asleep.

Qi Han immediately took the doctor in to bandage him. Little Beta's arm was bloody and bloody, and there was a deep gash every few centimeters.

Qi Han hugged him like holding a small piece of fragile glass, and slowly released pheromones to comfort him. After the doctor left, Fu Ge fell asleep completely, and Qi Han found the painting from under his pillow paper with fat hearts.

On the back of the drawing paper, there were a few lines of messy and crooked writing—

"It's late autumn, but I can't feel the temperature change for a long time, and the colors I can see in my eyes are gradually fading."

"Recently I always dream about my father, but I can't see his face clearly. The last time I saw him was when I was six years old. You never came back after you went out."

"I didn't keep your photo at home. After the accident, they smashed into my room and wanted to draw a portrait of you from memory, but I can't afford a pen anyway. I'm sorry Dad."

"I failed to do many things that I promised you..."

"Grow up well, draw well, be happy and healthy, be safe and joyful, I have worked hard for many years... But it is too difficult for me..."

"They said that the departed relatives would wait for the family to reunite before going on the road. I have become like this, will you and my mother still wait for me?"

"If you're still alive, come and save me..."

"Dad, I really can't hold it anymore. I just want to be Fu Ge again, walk cleanly, and don't have anything to do with anyone..."

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The little boy is Meng Xiaobao in the parallel time and space. He is just four years old now, and he appeared earlier than Fu Juehan. He is Qihan and Xiaoge's biggest assist!Wang Wang team made great contributions!

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Fu Juehan: Gritting teeth, my wife wants to marry my dad???????