[Slag Fan] [Ice Nine] [Modern Overhead] The Law of Day and Night

47

Luo Binghe's desire to control was obviously challenged by him.

He slowly raised his other hand, almost gently brushing Shen Qingqiu's messy forehead hair.I don't know if there is a problem with the perception, the air starts to become dry and scorching hot, so hot that people want to flinch.He could feel that Shen Qingqiu was like that mottled wild cat on his window sill, every frightened hair stood up under his dangling fingertips.The pain and fear of the previous few days had obviously scorched his flesh, but he obviously didn't give in because of it.His eyes are very bright, such as: a flash of light in the long night, more than pain, revealing calculations and provocations that cannot be hidden.

They undoubtedly know each other too well. Many times understanding does not require a lot of time to get along with each other. They talk to each other with words that are difficult to distinguish between true and false. They are uncontrollable. Simultaneously manipulating two wires, synchronization occurs irresistibly.

But the imagined violence did not fall.

Instead, Luo Binghe covered his eyes with his backhand.

"Don't use that kind of look..." He whispered, a little helpless and stubborn, he held Shen Qingqiu tightly, and unconsciously rubbed his thumbs over Qinghui's cheekbones, as if to save the last bit from the blade-like gaze Reason, like snatching a handful of ashes from a burning fire, he said almost in embarrassment, "Don't use that kind of look."

Shen Qingqiu reached out to break his wrist. "You..." he cursed, suddenly speechless.

An absurd and fiery kiss landed on his lips like tearing.

48

Shen Qingqiu instantly realized that if he resisted at this time, Luo Binghe would probably tear him down on the spot.He felt a repressed mood and a strange sense of restlessness, and a loss of what to do out of familiar rules. Even though he concealed cruelty and perverseness, he was still docile—he was infatuated with his breeder, even if he suffered cruel treatment.

He was perfect, the experiment did not fail.

And this just made Shen Qingqiu feel uncontrollably nauseated and suffocated.

He quietly leaned against the wall, accepting the emotional venting from the young test subject.The medicine cut off his accuracy in manipulating his body, so he simply did not move, at least resistance would not turn into refusal.Luo Binghe kissed very earnestly, almost unimaginably pious. He carefully bit the tip of Shen Qingqiu's numb tongue, tilted his head slightly, his breath passed across his cheeks, and kissed deeper, stirring up the ambiguous sound of moist water.

This kiss lasted for a long time without any pandering or resistance. They could not see each other's expression, nor could they speculate on each other's attitude.The atmosphere is viscous and intimate, pure, blank, and tenderness without thinking.

Until Luo Binghe supported his shoulders and stood up straight.

"You should have told me earlier." He said coldly.

His hands were still covering Shen Qingqiu's face. Hearing these words, the latter slowly blinked his eyes, and the soft eyelashes brushed the palms of his hands itchyly.

"Why?" But his counterattack was clear and sharp, "What are you, do I need to report to you?"

"If the reason is that I'm in charge of training you, then there's no need to talk about it," he said sharply before Luo Binghe could speak, "Whether it's gratitude or revenge, you're welcome, get out, killing me is nothing, little white-eyed wolf... "He was in a trance for a moment, trying to cover it up, and furiously went to grab Luo Binghe's hand covering his eyes.

But this time, the cold mask couldn't hold on any longer, crackling and crackling on his face into a bloody mess.

The effect of the medicine aroused all his rebelliousness and resistance, and then quickly and silently ate them away.Something had gone forever from his character, those ridiculous insistences, those desperate, desperate ones, all blurred into a cowardly dazed mass.He was surprised that he began to forget some things—plans that could not be missed, countless techniques for escaping from death, plans that he tried again and again with his life, people he wanted to protect, and the distant future—all important things .

"I must kill them," he squeezed out a sentence between his teeth, his nails cut sharply into Luo Binghe's arm, "I want them all to die, damn it! It's not enough—"

He convulsed violently, his fingers clinging to the floor—Luo Binghe heard the sound of nails breaking—still unsuccessful.Then he curled up and began to tremble, as if he was not quite awake anymore, Luo Binghe had to kneel beside him to hear the ambiguous moan deep in his throat.

"It hurts so much..." He was always a tough, sinister, ruthless experimenter sobbing weakly, "It hurts so much... Where am I..."

Luo Binghe's palm was stained with a little warm liquid, he withdrew his hand like an electric shock, Shen Qingqiu raised his head with tears all over his face, his eyes filled with forbearable panic.

Almost instantly, Luo Binghe realized that it was not a kind of potion that he knew nothing about.

Pairs of bewildered but obedient eyes flashed through his mind, the lingering rumble of the exhaust fan in the testing ground, water and panting, and the thin and sharp cry of the nightingale exploded in his ear drums—

— that is "treatment."

49

Shen Qingqiu was awakened by a slight pain in his arm.

He was lying on the cot in his temporary room, Luo Binghe pulled out the needle, there was no hemostatic cotton, he simply pressed it, and the dazzling red slowly seeped out from between his fingers.

Shen Qingqiu let out a "huh", telling him that he was awake.He regretted it immediately-this was unimaginable before.People like them can only dormant and watch, especially when they are vulnerable, they can only grit their teeth and accumulate energy.

Luo Binghe immediately stretched out his hand to touch his forehead.Shen Qingqiu turned away, didn't dodge, and was caught right.

"Nerve compensator." He said briefly, straightened Shen Qingqiu's hair, a faint smell of blood remained on his fingers, and weak nausea floated in the latter's chest.He no longer has the energy and doesn't want to think about where the test subject got the stimulant, but Luo Binghe apparently left a half-sentence silent. Under such circumstances, he is in urgent need of amine secretion to stimulate the consciousness that has been deactivated by treatment damage. And every second that dragged on, the damage was getting worse.

And at this time, Luo Binghe was still staying by his side, like a lone wolf protecting his prey, or a hunter waiting for his prey to give up struggling.He waited for a hypocritical but logical, really good opportunity, and pretended to be an unintentional charity.

But no matter which one, Shen Qingqiu didn't want to bother. "Can I trouble you to go out," he pointed to the bathroom door, and said in a vague and distant tone, "may I have some fun by myself?"

Of course Luo Binghe didn't leave. "You can actually rely on me a little more." He said, his voice was very steady, but his fingers trembled imperceptibly. "There are some things you say." He lowered his eyes to avoid Shen Qingqiu's gaze, "I may not be able to do it."

Shen Qingqiu scoffed unabashedly. "Some things? Not necessarily?" He mocked lightly, "Excuse me, I may not like your some things."

Luo Binghe avoided his sharp edge for the second time.Tonight he seemed to be very retreating, but the more he retreated, the more strange and uncontrollable vigilance he felt in Shen Qingqiu.They were too similar, to the point of being hated, and both parties had to admit that even without deliberate education, the little test subject who was always treated cruelly had already perfectly reflected the experimenter's behavior style as he grew up.

Become the kind of person that each other hates the most, and then inevitably calculate, confront, put all their eggs in one basket, let go, and fight for the right to execute the "opponent" or to free the "self", as if this is the whole meaning of lingering at this moment.

Bear with me a little longer.Shen Qingqiu said to himself.He has dragged on for too long, and his whole body is numb, as if his heart is receding, softening, and peeling off layers of hard scars, revealing the shadow of that wandering and lonely boy.

But he was already riddled with wounds, but he was no longer young, trampled, humiliated, and endless waiting devastated everything, sweeping through the long eternal night.

Luo Binghe sighed.He moved his shoulder blades a little anxiously, and his muscles stretched out in a flexible line—an absolutely aggressive prelude.

Then he grabbed Shen Qingqiu by the collar and pulled him up from the bed.

"I know you disgust me," he bit the hair next to Shen Qingqiu's ear angrily, the latter hissed like a seven-inch snake, showing its fangs, so he grabbed Shen Qingqiu's neck Bone, half threatening, half joking, gently pressed his forehead against the wall.

"But," he coaxed, his voice a little sour and hoarse, "be patient a little longer."

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Shen Qingqiu kicked him.He seemed about to say something more, but shut up halfway.So Luo Binghe supported his knees, separated and bent the two long legs that seemed too thin.

Shen Qingqiu used his usual silent resistance to deal with him.He has always been proud and disdainful of theory, and when he opens his mouth, it is heartbreaking.He confronts an invincible opponent with a stalk of bones like an ant that should not be ignored, and you never know what he cares about—or fears.

But Luo Binghe knew that his exuberant spirit of not admitting defeat was burning under the shell of negativity and indifference as before.He leaned over and gently kissed the small white ear bone.Shen Qingqiu immediately turned his head to the other side, and he rested his chin on his crooked shoulder, and kissed his face away from him, with a happy teasing rolling in his throat.

"Don't hide," he said, "do you hate it when I kiss you?"

Shen Qingqiu gave him a backhanded elbow, but was stopped halfway, his fingers clasped against the wall, and Luo Binghe even more brazenly sucked and kissed the thin blood vessels on the side of his neck.He undid the two buttons on the collar of his shirt, touched the old leather collar with his fingers, paused for a moment, didn't ask anything, and continued to slide down.

Shen Qingqiu was unbearably disturbed by his gnawing, "I'm not in the mood to fight with you, don't move your hands—" He stretched out his other hand in a daze, to push Luo Binghe's face, but he licked it teasingly Start with your heart.

"This is not to make you feel better," the test subject bit his fingertips, expressing grievances vaguely, "so as not to annoy me after crying in pain."

Shen Qingqiu almost laughed angrily at him, "Excuse me," he said harshly, "I put you down last time?"

"Well," Luo Binghe didn't care, "Then it's your turn to cry this time."

51

I must be crazy to do this with him.Shen Qingqiu covered his eyes with his arms, thinking rather awkwardly.Luo Binghe was hugging him deeply in his arms, with the tip of his nose buried in the hair around his neck, his intoxicated low breath brushing past his ears, making his cheeks and ears burn uncontrollably.A strong, powerful heartbeat pierced through his chest, shaking his entire spine trembling and numb from top to bottom. He was placed in a kneeling position with his knees apart, and was forced to sit on Luo Binghe's lap. Friendly against the wall beside the bed, the narrow space made the atmosphere suggestive, and it was destined to be difficult for him to struggle.

The matter was obviously beyond the controllable range, but it was not considered to be going all the way in a bad direction. He had no position to stop, so he could only remain silent unruly.

"What's the matter?" Luo Binghe coaxed him next to his ear, licking the tip of his tongue into the ear canal, "Don't you feel it? Or don't you like it?"

His knuckle fingers covered Shen Qingqiu's body, gently clamping them with his fingertips, slowly rubbing the sensitive tip erotically, and wrapping his whole palm around him, he pressed and crushed him oppressively.His technique was very good, and Shen Qingqiu was dizzy and unbearable, and soon there was a lot of mucus on his palm.

"Do you feel a little more awake? Although it may not keep you awake..." Luo Binghe whispered.Because I'm going to fuck you out of your mind in a while, he cursed, rubbing his tightly pursed lips with his fingertips stained with liquid, feeling that Shen Qingqiu's jaw tightened obviously, but he just hesitated for a moment , or obediently sucked Luo Binghe's fingers.

Probably because of the lack of water, the mucous membranes in his mouth were unhealthily dry and hard.Luo Binghe had to clamp his tongue and gently scratch the palate to make him secrete a little body fluid.Shen Qingqiu coughed, swallowed hard twice, and resumed his silence under his soothing peck and kiss.

He could feel Luo Binghe's upturned penis pressing against his thigh threateningly, the feeling of being pressed by a deadly weapon was creepy, and he instinctively wanted to clamp his leg tightly.But when he showed a little resistance, Luo Binghe would pull him further apart, leaving him no choice but to ride on the murder weapon with weak legs.

The ingredients in the potion blocked certain perceptions, giving him a hazy feeling of being in the air. This kind of mental insecurity made him tense, and he reflexively refused and escaped.But Luo Binghe is obviously good at making noises and diverting attention. When Shen Qingqiu noticed his movements, two fingers had already inserted into the back acupuncture points, slowly grinding and stretching open the fragile intestines.

"How is it? I learned this before to please you." Luo Binghe pretended to be relaxed and rubbed the sensitive area with his fingers tentatively. He wanted him to get used to it, but Shen Qingqiu still snapped Shaking, his back straightened in horror, and his shoulder blades hit his chest.Luo Binghe blocked him tightly, firmly controlling the continuous pleasure of his genitals and acupoints, Shen Qingqiu couldn't break free, he clenched his teeth, and kicked his legs helplessly.

"I don't know if you have any other experience." He bit Shen Qingqiu's ear affectionately, "But thanks to you, I have tried many women."

"They always say that you let them 'take care' of me," he said with a tender and jealous smile, "it's rare to have a heart, the teacher must test it, right?"

He maliciously crushed the sensitive spot again, and then accelerated the pressure on the small piece of soft flesh. Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but let out a cry, his lower abdomen was twisted into a ball, and a little mucus flowed out from the front end, and he was taken care of again. , a sharp, unreasonable, hard pleasure came from the genitals.

"You always represent power and rules." Luo Binghe's voice was like a poisonous snake core, crawling up his nerves, "but so what? Even if I don't fuck you, I can make you ejaculate like this... ..." His hand left Shen Qingqiu's genitals, which were on the verge of eruption, which made the latter almost insane. The experimenter closed his eyes, the corners of his eyes were flushed, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold himself.

Luo Binghe grabbed his hand and forced him to touch his tightly twisted abdomen and twitching inner thigh, and finally let him hold his genitals, while fiercely pumping stimulation into his body——

Shen Qingqiu couldn't take it any longer, all the muscles in his body tensed suddenly, his waist raised a dying arc, and his legs trembled like chaff.He was completely controlled, manipulated, and endured all the giving. There was no time to relieve, but he rushed to the climax as if he was masturbating himself.

52

After a while, Luo Binghe grabbed Shen Qingqiu's legs, turned him over, and removed the arm that was blocking his eyes.The latter softened into a ball and curled up obediently and deliciously.

Luo Binghe got up to pour him a glass of water, and wiped the fine sweat from his brow. Shen Qingqiu suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his collar.

Luo Binghe lowered his head obediently, letting him sit up with his strength.

"Technology is interesting." Shen Qingqiu licked his chapped lips. He might still not be sober, but he raised his chin provocatively and kissed the corner of Luo Binghe's mouth. "It's just that no one taught you," he said lazily. Dissatisfied with the ground, "Don't talk too much on the bed?"

Luo Binghe pushed his hand away, and took a step back with no expression on his face.

"Drink the water." He said hoarsely, "I will kill you on this bed today."

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