A wall lamp with a very narrow projection.
The light fell on the smooth hair, emitting a soft luster, and then fell from the ends of the hair, deeply kissing a piece of smooth skin.
You Shulang closed his eyes and lay on his side on the bed. His slightly messy hair took away his usual steadiness and depth. His profile in the light was made even colder by the sharp shadows. The sparkling light on his eyelashes made him look a little lonely and fragile.
At the end of the light, there sat a person, buried in the darkness, with only the diamond-shaped protrusions on the crocodile leather shoes, which originated from a life, reflecting a faint but cold light.
Holding the matchbox in his hand, the man asked without knowing whether he was happy or angry: "So, you sent him to my bed?"
Shi Lihua, who was three meters away, stared at the matchbox and hesitated: "Didn't you say you wanted to fuck him?"
"I did say that, then you can knock him out and send him to me?"
"Your birthday is coming up soon, don't I want to give you a nice gift?"
A slight click of the tongue in the darkness brought out some annoyance and helplessness.
"Xu Zhong once told me something, and now I will pass it on to you." The man put his elbows on his knees, and his body slowly crossed the boundary between light and darkness, revealing a handsome face, Fan Xiao's face.
He looked at Shi Lihua: "On my first day here, Xu Zhong warned me that this is China, not a place where you can do whatever you want. Control your temper. If you cause trouble, even your grandfather can't reach here."
Shi Lihua leaned against the door with his arms folded across his chest: "Xu Zhong? How long are you going to keep that old bastard?"
"He is still useful. I have to squeeze out the last bit of value from him before I can convict him."
The match finally sparked, and long wisps of white mist rose up. Fan Xiao glanced at You Shulang who was sleeping soundly on the bed and asked, "How did he fall unconscious? He has always been cautious."
"Their company hosted a banquet for guests today, and he drank a little too much. After seeing everyone off, he was left alone. He was knocked unconscious by my friend in the parking lot." Shi Lihua flicked his tongue. "You, the great saint, are really good. Before you fainted, you threw my friend over your shoulder and stepped on his neck to call the police. If you hadn't used enough drugs, who knows what would have happened to him now."
Only then did Fan Xiao's face lightly smile. He traced You Shulang's eyebrows with his eyes, and was actually a little proud: "My Bodhisattva is naturally powerful."
He turned his eyes and said, "But you actually sent someone to my house. That's really... stupid."
"I've processed all the surveillance. When you're done, I'll pack it up and take it back to the parking lot." Shi Lihua looked at his watch and frowned. "Hurry up, don't waste time."
Then he smiled slyly: "Xiao, can you fuck a man?"
Fan Xiao stood up leisurely with a cigarette in his mouth, walked to the front door, opened it, and said indifferently with a cigarette in his mouth, "Go away, I will send you off myself, so you don't need to worry about it."
Shi Lihua pouted, walked past Fan Xiao in square steps, and said with a slow smile: "I knew you were crazy, but I didn't know you were this crazy. The night is long, enjoy it." The door was about to close, he turned around and held the door frame, "Oh, by the way, I wish you a happy birthday in advance."
His head was pushed out by a big hand and the door panel almost hit his nose. Shi Lihua shrugged and pressed the elevator button.
The numbers on the elevator display screen grew from small to large. Shi Lihua, with his mind free, couldn't help but wonder what kind of decadent atmosphere was going on in the room just across the wall.
"Man?" He wrinkled his nose and shuddered. The elevator door opened, he jumped in, and left as if escaping.
Behind the door, it was eerily quiet, far from the yellow waste in Shi Lihua's mind.
Fan Xiao stared at You Shulang wantonly while holding the lamp. His unrestrained and unconcealed gaze scraped across the sleeping man's skin inch by inch, even the small mole hidden at the end of his eyebrow was not spared.
However, You Shulang's skin was not very visible. His shirt was buttoned tightly to his throat. His slender neck was half hidden in the clothes, with only his Adam's apple rising and falling slightly with his breathing.
Fan Xiao slowly leaned over and sniffed at You Shulang's neck. It was still the scent of wild roses, gorgeous and alluring.
"Buddha," he deliberately blew the hot air from his mouth under her fair ears, "Can you give me a bite?"
No one answered. Fan Xiao's lips almost touched the fine hair on You Shulang's ear: "Then I will take this as your tacit consent?"
He used his long fingers to unbutton the top button of his shirt. As the buttons slid open, one, two, three, Fan Xiao's breathing slowly tightened, and his eyes gradually darkened.
The man was greedy, unbuttoning his clothes. The lust in front of him was even more crazy than in the video. The slender neck seemed to be soaked in milk, and the looming clavicle hooked his eyes. The flesh color under the cold light seemed to tear a hole in Fan Xiaoyuwang's fig leaf, releasing all the unbearableness and distortion.
The fingers touched lightly, retracted, and touched again. The cool and smooth touch clung to the fingers and they were unwilling to leave. In addition to the regular breathing, there was a heavy breath. The clarity in Fan Xiao's eyes gradually disappeared, and was filled with longing.
Repeated and vigorous kneading seemed not enough. Fan Xiao was a little annoyed, and without any mental preparation, he lowered his body and kissed the already reddened skin without hesitation.
It is true.
It was like eating the dessert I had been craving for for a long time, and the taste lived up to my long-awaited expectation.
"ขอบคุณพระพุทธเจ้า (Thanks Lord Buddha)"
The hoarse voice was lost in the shirt. Fan Xiao's moist lips pressed against the collarbone, sighing at the Buddha's kindness.
Thin but not skinny, You Shulang's body lines are just right. His thick big hands fell on the warm skin through the clothes, rubbing along the waist of the sleeping man repeatedly, like a baby touching an enlightenment toy for the first time, which made Fan Xiao think of what it felt like to have a thin stroke in the shirt.
Greedy people are never satisfied. He reached in and roamed around a large area.
"I always forgot to mention that your clothes are so ugly, like what middle-aged and elderly people wear." Fan Xiao sucked You Shulang's earlobe and said slowly, "Since they are so ugly, why not take them all off."
The bad man's poor excuses led to more and more clothes on the ground.
Suit, shirt, belt, pants. You Shulang, who was in a deep dream, was trapped in a large and soft blanket, with only a pair of underwear on his body, unconsciously allowing others to do whatever they wanted.
She never liked light, but now she adjusted the light. Her eyes were as dark and thick as the night, lingering on the man wrapped in light.
His hand gently slid along the edges of the man's cheek, and Fan Xiao did not hide his thoughts at all: "You Shulang, you are so kind, like a bodhisattva, then save me, okay?"
Before he finished speaking, Fan Xiao lowered his body and bit the man's neck...
I don't know which family across the street hung a string of colorful lights on the window on the first day of October. The dark night was illuminated by the flickering lights and turned into a colorful mist, like the evil spirit exhaled by a monster, confusing people's minds in the shadows.
Colorful light shines through the gaps in the curtains onto the messy bed, one kind of splendor reflecting another kind of splendor.
His brows were slightly furrowed, his regular breathing was disrupted, and You Shulang groaned again.
Fan Xiao raised his head from "Banlan's" chest and moved upwards, facing You Shulang, catching the hot air he had just exhaled with a faint aroma of wine into his stomach.
"What are you humming? Is it comfortable to be kissed by a man?" Fan Xiao's gaze on the man's lips gradually deepened, "Do you T-girls also like to kiss men?"
His fingers pressed heavily on the two lips and rubbed them back and forth: "You kind of people kiss in the street? Don't you mind if others see you?"
Anger and resentment gradually rose in Fan Xiao's heart, and the scene of You Shulang pressing Lu Zhen and kissing him kept flashing back in his mind.
Finally, his anger turned into a chuckle: "Since you like kissing so much, I will reluctantly fulfill your wish."
The kiss that seemed to vent anger did not bring any pleasure to people. Even if he conquered the city and occupied everything, Fan Xiao still felt unsatisfied.
He pressed his lips against You Shulang's, and his teeth suddenly clenched together, leaving a bloody cut at the corner of his lip.
"Buddha, I will let you go today, but one day I will make you willingly go to my bed and beg me to kiss you and fuck you!"