He hoped that his lover could save him, but Feng Xinyang still buried his head in his body and made an ambiguous pink mark. His voice was frivolous and even had a trace of pleasant comfort: "Don't be afraid, baby, Xizhi won't hurt you." Hearing this sentence, he Qing looked up confusedly, the lamp on the ceiling was very dazzling, shaking him. It hurts in my heart. Yan Xizhi looked down, watching the young man's eyes turn gray, watching the beautiful eyes infected with despair, he raised his lips with satisfaction, slightly bent over, trying to kiss and grind on the young man's white and delicate face. Go away He Qing white face, regardless of his hands were pressed to death, desperately struggling, but he is a person, or a weak doctor, how to compare with two people to control it! "Go away!"! Fuck off No matter how hard they tried to suppress it, the young man struggled like crazy, even though his hands and feet could not move, his body was still twisting and struggling, his untied clothes gradually unfolded with his struggle, and his white skin was exposed in the eyes of the men. Feng Xinyang is a little strange, why this time the lover's resistance is so fierce, he did not give money, but soon, his unchaste brain spontaneously gave an explanation, this is playing what kind of emotional appeal. Consciously want to understand, Feng Xinyang showed a happy smile, he looked up in a daze, facing the struggling He Qing showed a smile, "OK, don't earn, this will hurt you." He Qing did not understand what he meant at first, until Feng Xinyang began to take off his pants. Okay, it's disgusting.. How can it be so disgusting. He Qing bit his lips tightly, and the smell of blood gradually spread. His warm eyes were full of despair and pain at the moment, struggling and beating like a living fish before he died. For a while, the two men could not help him. Yan Xizhi was kicked several times, and his hand soon swelled up. He was reluctant to hurt He Qing, but when he saw the long-coveted prey in front of him, he couldn't do it. His beautiful face was infected with eagerness. He suddenly shouted loudly to Zhao He, who had been looking at this side in silence: "Ah He, come to help!" Hearing the word "crane", he Qing's movements stopped. Only then did he remember that there were more than two people in the box, Feng Xinyang and Yan Xi. The young man struggled crazily and looked up in the direction of Zhao He. His voice was hoarse and desperate. "Ah He!"! Crane, help me, help me! "Crane!"! Crane! "Help me, Crane!" Zhao He kept holding the wine glass motionless all the time. He sat high in his seat, looking at the former lover who was pressed by the man and showed a large area of white skin. Seeing the despair and pleading in his eyes full of water, he slowly put down the wine glass, raised a corner of his lips, bent slightly, and looked at the eyes: "Why should I save you?" With a slightly crazy smile, he looked at He Qing's eyes, full of hatred, "did you save me when I needed you most?" The young man was stunned, from the first sight of meeting Zhao He again, to the three of them coming to their own home, outdoor digital signage displays , and finally, the so-called apology meal. Yan Xizhi looked at the two people looking at each other, the heart for no reason to give birth to a sense of irritability, get the heart to want the joy of Ah Ching, it seems that there is no strong, he impatiently interrupted Zhao He: "Are you coming or not?" In He Qing's desperate line of sight, Zhao He slowly sat straight back, "No, I feel dirty." Light three words, like a sharp blade, mercilessly inserted in the heart of the young man with a white face. He thinks he's dirty..? Yan Xizhi curled his lips, to say dirty, who has a few of them dirty, are all together, who do not know who ah, he looked down again, He Qing was stunned, has been ashen, not even struggling, Feng Xinyang is still muddleheaded groping on the body of young people. He Qing lay on the chair seat, red eyes full of tears, Yan Xizhi looked at, the heart actually gave birth to a heartache, he himself was startled, hurriedly waved away this abnormal mood for him, happy to prepare to enjoy a big meal, but found that the young man's face was not right. He Qing's face was pale, his once pink lips were purple, his eyes were tearful, red and frightening, and he shut up and stared at the depths of the void. Yan Xizhi shook his hand and put it on the tip of the young man's nose. Sure enough, he didn't breathe. Ah Qing, was he going to suffocate himself because of Zhao He's anger? When the idea came out, the beautiful man's face showed a look of heartache. He hurriedly pushed the young man: "Ah Ching, don't.." As soon as his hand touched He Qing's bare arm, the whole person, whose lips were purple, trembled and coughed lightly, without waiting for Yan Xi to breathe a sigh of relief. "Ow!" The young man lay on his seat and vomited cleanly. Yan Xizhi was stunned. When the young man finally calmed down, he wanted to appease him again, but as soon as he met him, the young man vomited more than that. In the end, he could not vomit anything. He was still lying on his stomach and retching. Yan Xi's heart rose an idea, but not sure, his good-looking eyebrows and eyes showed innocent confusion, "Ah Qing, Ah Qing you.." Hearing him call his name, He Qing vomited all over, but still insisted on looking back at him, looking at Yan Xizhi's eyes full of hatred and disgust: "You are so disgusting." The beautiful man was stunned. At random, he opened his eyebrows and eyes indifferently. "It doesn't matter. Disgusting is disgusting. Ah Qing, you see, who here is not disgusting?" He stretched his body and pressed comfortably on his prey. His pleasant voice was like a demon. "As long as Ah Ching is mine, I don't care whether he is disgusting or not." Under He Qing's hateful sight, he picked him up, who was weak all over. He could even be called a spoiled and gentle man on the sofa. The man's face against the light was delicate, like an elf, but the corners of his mouth were evil smiles. "Ah Qing, you don't like them, do you?" Zhao He's hand on the armrest shook violently. His face was expressionless, but his eyes looked in the direction of He Qing. You like Xinyang, but Xinyang is willing to share you with me. Like the devil whispering, Yan Xizhi slowly approached the young man's ear: "You like Zhao He, right?"? But he hated you and tricked you out, and that was the idea of the crane. 。 hsdtouch.com