The familiar breath, he is still him, but he is not the one who likes him.
The more you recognize the reality, the more painful your heart, as if you have taken out the whole heart and crushed it to pieces.
Duan Chen raised his other hand, pinched his cheek, and kissed him deeper.
With his lips and tongue intertwined, Yan Rui's consciousness gradually became a little fuzzy due to the digestion of physical strength. At this moment, looking at a familiar person, for a moment, he felt that he had returned to ten thousand years ago.
Duan Chen's meticulous and gentle kisses, aggressively sweeping every corner of his mouth, his lips and teeth entangled, it is easy for people to have the illusion of being loved by him.
Yan Rui was so sad that he couldn't bear it, and the suffocating pain seemed to drive him crazy.
He even wondered, did Duan Chen kiss Zhou Ran like this?
He gradually began to avoid his kisses, crying unconsciously: "Achen, I love you."
Duan Chen stopped, lowered his eyes, and didn't see anything. He didn't know if it was because of the white light on the wall. His face looked extremely pale.
After a while, his eyes were pulled back to focus and looked at Yan Rui with red eyes.
His gaze was always mocking, and the tone of his opening was as cold as before: "Do you love me?"
He seemed to be in a trance, with a trace of dazedness, and then he recovered suddenly and sneered with his lips.
His laughter was very short, and was somewhat similar to and somewhat different from the mocking sneer that Yan Rui had sent before. Accompanied by his laugh, there was a faint trace of decadence in his eyes that seemed to be forced to go. Feeling, but soon the emotion was overwhelmed by the scarlet in his eyes.
Then, he bit Yan Rui's neck fiercely, leaving a blood-red tooth mark on his fair skin.
"Yan Rui, do you know how much I hate you? More than nausea, you love me!"
"Do you know, because of you, Zhou Ran and I can't be together!"
"Because of you, grandma first Force me again!"
"What's wrong with you? Why do you want me to be engaged to you? Isn't it good for me to give you money and give you fame and fortune?"
"I tell you, I won't fall in love with you, it's impossible in my life, you're just a snake . is a beast, have you ever heard the old saying "
segment Chen reached out and grabbed his slender neck, whispering in his ear:" Simon different routes, together are to be sacrilegious. " "
Simon Different Ways sacrilegious "Yan Rui muttered these words, "Duan Chen, now it is me who is condemned by the heavens. What are you worried about?"
Duan Chen narrowed his eyes and pinched his neck with great strength: "Yan Rui, since you are Ganxia/base, then I will satisfy you. After all, it is a pity for your appearance and body to not be hip, flesh."
Yan Rui felt his tears keep falling, and he felt sad and wronged.
The phrase "I love you" tonight is like a joke.
Duan Chen today is a reincarnation Duan Chen, but he is no longer the one he loves.
After the end of the entanglement, Duan Chen lit another cigarette, took a sip and played with it in his hand. Cigarettes were dyed brightly and brightly, and ashes floated and sparks fell on Yan Rui's back.
Yan Rui's body trembled uncontrollably, but couldn't move even though he wanted to move, it was difficult to even lift a finger.
Duan Chen was too cruel. He was torturing him desperately on the bed, not stopping without blood.
Duan Chen looked down at Yan Rui's light/naked back in the direction where the ashes fell.
A violent factor suddenly rose in Duan Chen's heart. He lowered his heart and squeezed the cigarette against his snow-white back and ran it down.
Along with Yan Rui's miserable hum, the spark on the cigarette butt fell into Yan Rui's skin and flesh.
With a sigh, the flesh turned red and then ground into jet black.
A small firework made the whole body tremble.
"Um..."
Yan Rui gasped, her weak hands were now clutching the bed sheet tightly.
Yan Rui only felt the same pain in his back as it burned through, and now he was red, and he endured without saying a word.
Crotch, down, meat is just play/things after all, Duan Chen only needs to feel happy in his heart, no matter how much Yan Rui hurts.
Duan Chen threw the crushed cigarettes into the trash can, then lit a cigarette again, and started playing with it after two puffs.
He didn't worry about whether Yan Rui would leave scars. After all, Yan Rui had such a serious wound last week and healed only a few days later, and there was no trace of injury at all.
This body, like his face, looked like abusive/violent, and it was simply a brutal animal.
The vicious moment was crazy in his heart, Duan Chen casually pinched cigarettes, scalding blood bubbles on Yan Rui's body, and the last point fell.
There was a "cheap" word on the back, and it was a bloody pain.
There was a smell of burning in the air, mixed with a touch of blood. After a long time, it was a bit nauseous and
enough for fun. Duan Chen got up and found a set of pajamas from the closet and went into the bathroom to wash.
Yan Rui was dripping with cold sweat. The scald on the back of her waist was stained by sweat. There was a tingling pain, and the whole flesh was burning with pain.
Yan Rui didn't have any strength all over, and lying on the bed was like dead.
In addition to pain, there are fatigue and hunger.
He only ate a piece of bread at noon today, so some food was long gone, his stomach was empty, and it hurt.
Yan Rui fell asleep dizzy, until Duan Chen got out of the room and didn't know that he
woke up early the next morning, Yan Rui limped and went into the bathroom with a sway.
Looking at himself in the mirror, his haggard face, his body full of wounds, and his back tingling.
He turned around, trying to see the burn on his back in the mirror.
But when he saw the word "cheap" on his back, Yan Rui's eyes suddenly went black and his brain went blank.
The whole body just lost consciousness, as if completely isolated from this world.
The nerves became sluggish, just like a long-used mobile phone, the main software in it has become obsolete, and the whole machine has become stuck and hot.
It took a long time to react too.
After the reaction came, Yan Rui took the lead to look away.
He put his hands on the wash table to stabilize his dangling body.
Looking at his red and swollen eyes, biting lips.
Yan Rui started to paralyze himself over and over again. Duan Chen just couldn't remember the past. Maybe one day he would treat himself well when he remembered it.
Yan Rui really fell in love with Duan Chen for so long, and after struggling to find him for so many years, as long as the thought of leaving him, his whole soul hurts like a tear.
Yan Rui raised his sore hand, touched the mirror, opened his mouth and said word by word: "Yan Rui remembers that you are cheap. If you are injured, you have to endure the pain, endure the torture, and remember. The fact that he doesn't love you, you can't blame anyone, because you made it cheap!" He said
every word with blood in his mouth.
After finishing this long paragraph, the blood in his mouth overflowed from the corner of his mouth uncontrollably, dripping into the white sink, which was particularly dazzling.
After a person suffers all the pain, the whole nerve will become very numb, numb to the point that no pain is felt.
The hand touching the mirror slid down and pressed it on the faucet. The water flushed all the blood in the pool.
Yan Rui didn't dare to take a hot bath because of injuries, so she simply wiped her body with a hot towel.
The heating in the room was turned on, and the temperature inside was suitable for wearing a single coat, but Yan Rui was afraid of the cold. She wore a loose sweater inside and then put on a fat down jacket outside.
Walking all the way downstairs, there was only his voice in the whole villa, and there was no popularity in the empty house, and Duan Chen left again.
Yan Rui covered his aching stomach, went downstairs to the kitchen, and unexpectedly saw porridge left in the pot.
No more, no more than just one person, but the porridge has cooled down and a layer of paste has formed on the surface.
Yan Rui put the fire on, and it was served in less than a minute.
Still a familiar taste.
He couldn't help feeling a little ridiculous. After a person died, he forgot everything and his heart changed, but some things seemed to be engraved in his bones.
For example, cooking, what it used to taste, is what it tastes now.
Familiar is chilling.
Yan Rui finished eating the porridge, cleaned up the kitchen, then turned back to the bedroom and continued to lie down.
There are only two days left until Friday, and I don't know if his injury will heal.
Sleeping in a daze, Yan Rui seemed to hear the sound of parking downstairs.
Yan Rui opened his eyes suddenly, got up and stepped on slippers and went downstairs.
Halfway through, I saw a man walking in in a suit and leather shoes.
For a moment, Yan Rui thought it was Duan Chen, but this person was not after all, Duan Chen would not smile at him.
"Duan Lin."
Yan Rui was wearing a faded down jacket with a pair of unfit slippers on her feet, looking very shabby.
"You should buy some clothes, too. You are really blinded by your face, and you don't know how to clean up yourself."
Yan Rui: "I will buy it in the future."
Duan Linbai glanced at him: "Why not in the future? Didn’t grandma give you a life card? Why not? Or you’re embarrassed to use it? How about I lend you money? You spend more money to clean up yourself, you are the only one you want to go out and say it’s me I feel ashamed of the Duan family."
Yan Rui didn't answer his words. In his opinion, the clothes only need to be warm enough.
"Why did you come here today?" Yan Rui asked.
"Let me see you, you little conscience, I took care of you during the days in the hospital, and you didn't contact me when you were discharged." He complained, but his face was worried.
Duan Lin looked at Yan Rui carefully, his brows wrinkled and tightened.
"Why is your face more haggard than when you were discharged from the hospital? It's only two days."
Duan Lin, who is usually careless and careless, noticed Yan Rui's injured lips and the bruise on his neck at this moment. "My brother again Bullying you! Isn't it?"
Yan Rui turned sideways, avoiding his gaze, "He didn't have any."
Duan Lin was too lazy to listen to his explanation, and went straight forward to pick up Yan Rui's clothes.
Does he still know who his brother is? Last time, Yan Rui was locked up and tossed with bruises and bruises, and lost half of his life. Only a few days have passed, and no matter how
special the physique is, the wounds heal fast, they can’t stand the devastation.
After all, Yan Rui is an individual, not a weed outside.