Huai Yu holding Jing

Shen Huaiyu and I met in a bar.That year I was still a poor student, obsessed with my graduation project (meaning dizzy), and he was the second son of the honorary principal's family.Of course, I just thought he was a charming kid a few years younger than me who was bullied by his elder brother.If I had known that the "bullying" of the Shen family brothers was robbery, hacking and threatening kidnapping, I would never have met him.

I'm gay, and I'm a gay student of art.Men, pay attention to eye contact, just to relieve each other's pressure, why not do it.But men are also fickle. The man surnamed Shen was making endless noises on the bed. I just put on my underwear when I turned around and saw that he was a bit regretful. He was sitting there smoking a cigarette and staring out the window.His well-maintained fingers were slender and clean, and his posture for pinching cigarettes was a bit jerky—as expected, no matter how well-developed he was, he was nothing more than a kid.

Putting on my shirt, I stepped over the messy underwear on the ground, reached out and smoked his cigarette, took a deep breath, and sprayed all the smoke on his chiseled face.He coughed with choking, raised a pair of sharp eyes and stared at me, I chuckled lightly: "Are you choking?"

"nonsense."

"It's right to choke," I put on a serious face, and quickly extinguished the cigarette in my hand, "I also think it's choking, so find a cool place to smoke it by yourself-what kind of cigarettes do you kid smoke?"

After I finished speaking, I noticed that his eyes changed, he was startled for a moment, and then suddenly darkened.Probably because of the light, I even saw a frightening blue light, which was the eyes of a beast.

I shuddered, and felt like I was falling into the wolf's mouth. This time, I also regretted that I got into my head for a while.

Facts have proved that the artist's intuition is more accurate than a woman's intuition.

Afterwards, we entangled endlessly, and he grew up all the way, from a taciturn kid to an eloquent and resolute president of Shen Da.Fingers are no longer pampered, emotions are no longer easily leaked, and they will no longer hug my knees to sleep after passion.

But that beastly look in his eyes never changed.

The author has something to say:

It’s the first time to challenge the ruthless feeling of pulling up and hanging. In fact, I like this kind of feeling very much~