Jiao Bai closed his eyes and refused to look at the Pikachu dressed in a custom-made light luxury coat embroidered with the word “Shen.” It was simply beyond words.
Laozi threw a spoon. Shen Ji had a terrifying expression like he wanted to come over and trample me to death for challenging his dignity. He said, “I see you’re tired of living.” But in reality, he was actually etbjhmf thinking “Interesting, interesting, how very interesting.”
Shen Ji probably didn’t even realize it himself—
—until that lzrnbghrshb thought erupted from beneath the surface, manifesting in a tangible way on him.
This little plaything actually dared to so plainly reject me.
Interesting.
Very good, I’m even more interested in you now.
Jiao Bai closed his eyes with a smile at the corners of his lips, but that smile didn’t reach the rest of his face. The old ezqs was so interested in him, so why hadn’t his activity level broken 50 yet? What was he waiting for—the New Year?
The curve of the little dog’s lips was very clear, but his round and soft brows and eyes were filled with melancholy. The clash of these contradicting emotions struck Shen Ji in the lower abdomen, and he said hoarsely, “Speak.”
Jiao Bai opened his eyes just a bit and unhurriedly looked over at him through that small gap.
Shen Ji rubbed his chopsticks a few times, feeling that something was missing in his hand. He should be holding a dog leash and that leash should be tightened around the person’s neck. “If you’re not eating, then get lost.”
Jiao Bai said, “This is my room.”
Shen Ji’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he laughed aloud like he had heard something funny. He stood up, walked around the table to the opposite side, and grabbed the youth by the chin with two fingers.
“Shangming Garden is mine, and you are also…”
Shen Ji said in his ear, “My dog.”
Before Jiao Bai could resist, Shen JI pressed him against the back of the chair. The sudden pain made his mind go blank and he even forgot to scream.
When the tobacco-scented moist, hot breath swept over him, it carried an irresistible domineering force, like a tiger’s claws capturing a pitiful, innocent little animal.
Of course, the little animal’s pitiful and innocent appearance was just a façade. Its sharp teeth had a certain degree of lethality, and its limbs possessed considerable explosive power.
Shen Ji stroked Jiao Bai’s ear, rubbing it back and forth for a long time before moving down to his cheek. He continued the same motion, using the force of scrubbing a dirty child’s face clean—a bit rough.
Jiao Bai’s ear and face were red and his skin stung like as if it had been chafed. He just sat there without showing any reaction.
Even if he was only pretending to be docile, it still bored Shen Ji. He wiped his hands clean with a wet towel, and out of nowhere, a surge of anger welled up inside him. He threw the towel aside and yanked up the person sitting in the chair. “You really aren’t going to eat?”
Jiao Bai ignored him.
Jiao Bai knew all too well what the old fart’s rdwtzk hmsdqdrs in him stemmed from. At this moment, he didn’t want care about the mission or the plan anymore. His body hurt and he was emotionally exhausted. He wanted to give himself a little break.
Just for a little while, okay? Even if it’s not okay, it’ll just have to be.
.
The meal ended on a sour note.
Shen Ji drove to another little lover’s place to vent his unsatisfied ktrs. Halfway there, he pulled over to the side of the road and smoked a cigarette. The chaotic fire in his heart dissipated slightly, and he turned around and headed back to his residence to attend to work matters.
Jiao Bai fell asleep amidst the housekeeper’s nagging. After an unknown amount of time, an electronic notification suddenly sounded.
【Your friend is online.】
Jiao Bai jolted awake and quickly fumbled for the remote next to his pillow and turned on the light. No one was in the room.
His friend was standing outside the etbjhmf door.
At dinner time, didn’t he leave with icicles on his face? How did he end up back at Shangming Garden? Could it be that he wasn’t fully satisfied at his other lover’s place so he came back here to find Little Hot Pepper, only to remember upon arrival that Little Hot Pepper had moved out?
He made a wasted trip, so he’s annoyed and has come here to act crazy?
It was quite possible.
When that person wasn’t working, his brain was pressed against his bqnsbg and he used that area to think.
The door handle suddenly turned slightly.
Jiao Bai’s breath got stuck in his throat. Fuck, has this dog blood comic turned into a ghost story?!
The door didn’t open. The person outside seemed to be holding the door handle, caught in some strange state of hesitation.
Jiao Bai didn’t believe for a second that the old fart had any shred of humanity left in him. The reason he was hesitating was definitely because he noticed the light was on inside the room and was wondering why the person inside was awake at this time.
【Your friend is offline. 】
He left.
Jiao Bai turned off the light and mulled it over for a moment before realizing the implication. Just because the old fart said he would screw him in two weeks didn’t mean that he wouldn’t touch him before then.
Being so obscene even in the middle of the night, Pah, Jiao Bai spat inwardly in disgust.
Fortunately, Laozi woke up, otherwise, it would have been just like that night in the rental—opening my eyes to a midnight nightmare.
Jiao Bai closed his eyes and yawned. The server hadn’t lagged like last time. The notification came through quite promptly. Not bad, not bad at all.
After a while,
【Your friend is online. 】
……
【Your friend is offline. 】
……
【Your friend is online. 】
……
Jiao Bai: “...”
Does the old fart have some kind of etbjhmf bladder problem? Why does he insist on using the bathroom next door instead of the one inside his own bedroom? If he keeps wandering around outside the door, how am I supposed to get any sleep?
Jiao Bai tried to sit up, but his arms gave out and he fell off the bed.
“Ah—”
The scream was extremely miserable and deafening.
The other resident in this apartment hadn’t gone to sleep yet and was right outside. After he heard the pitiful scream, he calmly opened the door and stood at the doorway with a cigarette in his mouth.
Against the glow of the hallway wall lamps, he resembled a grim reaper[1] from hell coming to seize a soul.
The grim reaper stepped into the room, bringing with him a choking smell of tobacco. Who knew how many cigarettes he had smoked.
“You fell?” Shen Ji asked, already knowing the answer, his tone filled with a childish malice that was uncharacteristic of him.
Jiao Bai’s teeth had cut the soft flesh in his mouth. As soon as he opened his mouth, blood sprayed out. If Old dog Shen hadn’t been wandering back and forth, would he have woken up at this hour? And without waking up, how could he have possibly ended up like this?
[1] 黑无常 (hēi wúcháng) – Black Impermanence – is a deity from Chinese mythology in charge of escorting spirits of the dead to the underworld.
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