My foolish snake husband wouldn't stop pestering me (Mtl)

Ch 32: Honey of A, Arsenic of B

    After Duan Chen finished smoking the cigarette, he took Yan Rui into the car and drove the car to the parking lot of his home. He opened the car door and went home without paying attention to Yan Rui.

    Yan Rui thought it would be calm tonight.

    But as soon as he returned to the villa and the door closed, Yan Rui looked at Duan Chen's back with a sudden jump in his heart.

    "Go up and wash yourself."

    Yan Rui paused.

    Duan Chen heard nothing behind him, he turned his head and glanced at him: "I want to go to you tonight, wash it up, I am too

    dirty ." A dirty word like a sharp arrow pierced his chest.

    Yan Rui put into the duffel bag in his hand and nodded, "I...I understand."

    Yan Rui turned over the pajamas and toiletries in the duffel bag and walked into the bathroom.

    The hot water was placed in the bathtub, and he soaked it in and wiped it bit by bit with a towel.

    Attentively, as if there is really dirt on the body.

    Duan Chen thinks he is dirty? Has he ever touched Zhou Ran himself?

    Some "rebellious" thoughts could not help popping up in his mind.

    These thoughts can only be thought in my heart, if you ask Duan Chen, it is no different from taking insults.

    Maybe, the other party will catch up with one sentence: You are not worthy to compare with Zhou Ran.

    In that case, it collapsed just thinking about it.

    ........

    Yan Rui's soft, weak and incompetent look really doesn't seem like a snake that can bite people.

    After the shower, Duan Chen shrank on the bed with a look, like a concubine in the harem waiting for the emperor's luck.

    His hair is wet, and his face is slightly pale. After taking a bath, he is like a lotus in the water, full of temptation, so he does have a face that makes people want to fuck when they see it.

    Duan Chen took off his clothes and pinched the back of his neck like a chicken. He liked the back so that he didn't have to look at his face.

    In fact, Yan Rui's back is somewhat similar to Zhou Ran, otherwise he would not be used as a substitute for Zhou Ran.

    Looking at his back, Duan Chen thought of Zhou Ran's appearance.

    But whenever he was about to enter a good state, Yan Rui's face would suddenly squeeze in.

    The more he did this, the more angry he became. He held Yan Rui's waist and turned him over and looked at his face.

    Yan Rui gasped gently, like a wounded cat.

    Transparent water flowed from his eye sockets along the corners of his eyes.

    There was a mist of water in those beautiful Ruifeng eyes, as if looking at him, and as if looking at other people through his face.

    The smell of alcohol on Duan Chen's body was stronger than before. He got into his nose, and he felt a little drunk even if he hadn't drunk, and his nose was sour.

    He looked at the person in front of him, it was obvious that the eyes of the two of them were close together, and the bodies were also united, but why did they still feel so far away.

    Just like 10,000 years ago, Duan Chen couldn't hold it when he was so soulless before his eyes, he could only watch him leave him away.

    Yan Rui raised his hand to touch his face, but was slapped off by Duan Chen before touching it.

    Then came another torture. Duan Chen was born tall, and when he was pressed, he would feel uncomfortable and had difficulty breathing, not only physical pain, but also psychological.

    Physical pain can be cured, but psychological pain can't be cured. It hurts even if you think about it.

    It's like he loves this man and has been looking for him for so long, only to be cold-hearted, torment, and verbal mockery in return.

    Just like now, everything Duan Chen has done to him seems to be "intimate" but has nothing to do with love.

    Is it true that a person in the first reincarnation is not the same person in the first place?

    Some memories, A's honey, B's arsenic.

    Duan Chen is arsenic to him now, and he feels that he is about to die by poison.

    Yan Rui felt that he was divided into two halves, and the pain was endless.

    .......

    Yan Rui's eyes were kept in his eyes when he saw him.

    It's the same again, and it seems to be looking at him without the look in his eyes.

    He could feel that Yan Rui regarded him as someone, otherwise he would not show the look of nostalgic memories.

    Yan Rui, perhaps only used him as a stand-in.

    Such recognition made Duan Chen very angry.

    He looked at Yan Rui's eyes deep under him, and he pressed his two wrists with one hand against the head of the bed, lowered his head, and kissed his lips.

    From shallow kisses to fierce struggles, he bit on his lips indiscriminately until he tasted blood and didn't let go.

    Feeling the familiar touch on his lips, Yan Rui's aura was disturbed, and tears filled his bright black eyes.

    There was a shallow cry in his throat, his voice aggrieved like a newborn cat.