Han Yu

Chapter 43

It was probably the first time in Han Fang's life that he met someone who didn't follow the routine like him, and he never expected that someone would be so mad that they would come to his territory to show off.

So he was not wronged.

Qiao Yi can only say that the time, place and people are right, it would be a waste if he didn't take advantage of the beautiful scenery and his inexplicable intentions.

When the glass of wine was handed to him, Han Fang lifted his eyelids and leaned back on the sofa, reaching out to take it, Qiao Yi's eyes fell on his too beautiful fingers, and he didn't know that he was pregnant What kind of demon, always makes him feel that everything about this person is good, and at the same time, he is eager to move his mind, just watching Han Fang want to drink it, but he doesn't want the other party to hand it to his lips, but for some reason, he stops his hand and glances at him. .

Qiao Yi's heart skipped a beat, before he could figure out what it was like, Han Fang had already drank it, his throat sliding up and down, the bright red color in the wine glass was in contrast to his slender white fingers, he was already a little drunk, but his eyes Most of it was clear and indifferent, which caused Qiao Yi to have a vague and uncertain thought. He went round and round in his heart, thinking with some uncertainty, but his eyes were more full of ridicule and disdain, and an understatement of wanton contempt the world.

It's just that this feeling is too ethereal and uncertain.

Han Fang felt that something was weirdly wrong.

Just now, he cleaned Qiao Yi's soul with eyes full of sarcasm, but found that the other party didn't know what to think about in a daze, so he took a sip of his wine absent-mindedly, wondering if the other party got his taunt.

As soon as he drank the wine, he felt that the wine was weird, Han Fang frowned and clicked his tongue, then drank it all in one gulp, only to see Qiao Yi's strange expression when he turned his head.

I don't know why, but I feel that the taste of this wine is very simple today.

Qiao Yi thought that Han Fang would be like others, drinking red wine in small sips, so he doubled the amount of half a pill, so that he would not have to worry about the medicine after sipping it down, but he didn't expect Han Fang to take such a bold sip Boring, it's really... Mistake.

... I heard that the medicine is very strong.

Han Fang suddenly felt that the feeling on his body was a bit familiar, reminding him of the time he smashed Qiao Yi's drink before, but the difference was that he felt a flame burning in his heart, he frowned and suddenly thought of something, his eyes suddenly Looking at Qiao Yi coldly, causing the other party's brows to be raised, Qiao Yi heard Han Slowly say: "Are you in the wine..."

"Poisoned me."

The so-called irony is this feeling.

Qiao Yi smiled, "It's just poison?"

He squinted slightly to watch the other party's blushing cheeks unknowingly, and the ending sound was ambiguous as if he wanted to say something.

Han Fang's face changed, "Are you still spitting in it?"

Seeing Qiao Yi choked up and unable to utter a word, the weirdness on his body seemed to be more obvious, his uncomfortable face turned red, and it was hot to the touch, Han Fang thought vaguely, this feeling...why? Not quite right?

However, the more you think about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes, especially when the strength in your body is a little loose.

Although he was on a ship, Han Fang was in a delicate situation because of the excellent sound insulation effect. This was very different from the fact that Han Fang was rarely active in the upper circle It's a big relationship, if he is willing to put down his face and socialize with people in circles, instead of running away to have fun with his group of like-minded friends, Qiao Yi will not catch the opportunity to bully him.

Han Fang was born with a good look that made people miss him.

Qiao Yi thought so, yearning for his beautiful and indifferent eyebrows and eyes that seem to be dismissive of the world but frivolous and wanton, always unable to hold back the unspeakable and unspeakable eagerness to break out in his heart, but now he can bend down unscrupulously Under the slightly bewildered eyes of the man, he stretched out his hand to outline his brows and eyes, and sighed incomprehensibly why there was someone like Han Fang.

It's also a little hard to understand why I suddenly have an urge to hold people firmly in my palm.

Han Fang had a premonition that something was wrong, and he frowned in disgust. When he wanted to get up, he found that his strength seemed to have been drained. He was soft, and it seemed that even breathing was an extremely strenuous task. When Qiao Yi bent down, Han Fang's eyes She just stared at him coldly, and when she realized what he wanted to do, her pupils suddenly shrank and fell back.

However, Qiao Yi could no longer refuse, and with an inexplicable lingering tenderness, he gently kissed the corner of his lips.

At that moment, Han Fang's eyes were red with anger, his blood rushed to his brain, and he wanted to kick him without thinking, but Qiao Yi had already leaned over and pressed down as if he was going to kiss carefully, look at his face He smiled lightly with the appearance of being blown up instantly, "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

Qiao Yi narrowed his eyes, "From the first time I saw you..."

A delusion was planted.

The kiss fell on his face so softly, and Han Fang heard Qiao Yi whisper in his ear: "The effect of this medicine is not that great, but I didn't expect you to drink a little too much. It’s not interesting if you don’t love me, it’s just a little aphrodisiac.”

Gritting his teeth, he looked at Qiao Yi's calm and breezy appearance, and the other party's voice was soft and soft, "You are too troublesome, so I added something else to make you calmer."

Han Fang closed his eyes.

Qiao Yi's fingers rubbed against his lips for a while, but extended down to the buttons of his clothes. When the fingers were about to unbutton his clothes, Han Fang's voice was indistinguishable from his emotions. came.

He said, "Qiao Yi, how dare you."

Qiao Yi's hand paused slightly, he smiled, and then lightly hooked the button. His voice seemed to come from afar, both near and far, very light: "Why not."

Why not, as long as that person is you.

What you are thinking about, what you are just about to move, isn't it that you get it.

The sharp object pierced his body all at once, and he raised his head slightly in disbelief, and saw Han Fang who opened his eyes with a sinister expression.

He seemed calm and said, "Qiao Yi, how dare you."

At some point, he actually picked up a piece of broken glass from a wine bottle and held it in his hand deeply, deeply. The cold sweat slowly oozes out along with the blood that snakes down from his palm. Maybe it's the pain, otherwise he wouldn't have trembled slightly, staring at Qiao Yi coldly, using the pain to force his rationality and weakness.

Qiao Yi just looked at his stubborn brows with a confused expression, even though his lower abdomen was pierced suddenly, his brows didn't frown, but when his eyes touched a scar with a long scar on him, there was always an inexplicable dull pain in his heart All of a sudden, this dull pain evoked a strange emotion in him for no reason.

With a cold face, Han Fang pulled out the piece of broken glass, held it firmly in the palm of his hand, accumulated strength and kicked Qiao Yi over. His eyes were a little dazed, as if he was a little clear at the moment, a little bit of blood dripped down the ground between his fingers, mixed with a pile of broken wine bottles.

... It should be that when Han Fang kicked over the table, some broken glass shards burst onto the sofa, and he held it in the palm of his hand.

Han Fang is really uncomfortable now.

I feel that my mind is starting to become chaotic, and my body is light and weak, like a paper man who will fall down when the wind blows, and I can barely support it by relying on the pain tightly clenched in my hand, but what is more tormenting is that I want to vent of*.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Yi insisted on rubbing against the sharp edge of the knife without knowing life and death, but Han Fang had a cold face and merciless hands, and used up all his strength fiercely——

He suddenly widened his eyes and just stared at Qiao Yi in a daze.

Just for the sake of...kissing.

By accident, I just want to kiss those soft lips, and for no reason, my heart is trembling for the other party, so I don't care about the sharp point that penetrates the body very hard, just to touch him, there is also a kind of extreme love in my mouth. Slight bitterness, mixed with pain, was imprinted on the soft lips, and one could clearly see the other party's unbelievable appearance and slightly trembling eyelashes.

Qiao Yi's face was pale and he looked embarrassed, with a smile on his lips: "Han Fang, I found that I seem to like you a little bit."

Han Fang remained expressionless, and said slowly, "That's disgusting."

At the same time, broken glass slipped from his hands.

His vision began to blur, only Qiao Yi's face dangling in front of his eyes, a deep disgust and fear rose slowly in his heart.

Want to hug this person.

I want to rub him into my body.

He also stretched out his hand as he wished, as if a shadow was cast in front of his eyes, the corners of Qiao Yi's lips were slightly curved, and the feeble struggle was slowly gathered into his arms, and only the man could be heard murmuring somewhat unclearly :"let me go……"

impossible.

He said: Impossible.

There was a voice interspersed abruptly, the voice was low and cold, "Hey, you didn't hear him say, let him go?"

Zhou Fu's stern face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice. At this moment, he took a few steps forward and pulled Han Fang out of Qiao Yi's arms. Looking down at his flushed face, he didn't know what it was. Thoughts, mixed with a little fear.

What if he comes late.

Qiao Yi's eyes darkened, but the pain began to twitch, he covered his abdomen tightly but stared at Han Fang stubbornly, "Give it back to me."

Give him back to me.

Zhou Fu sneered and hugged the person in his arms tightly, Han Fang frowned in pain, and gasped slightly in Zhou Fu's ear, his heart trembled unconsciously, he bowed his head and met Those dazed eyes, and the fact that he was pulling the hem of his clothes tightly, seemed to be trying to vent something.

Zhou Fu looked up at Qiao Yi, "You are delusional."

Sweat blurred his vision. He saw the tall man who suddenly appeared, kissed Han Fang's forehead with a face of cherishment, put him aside gently, and turned his head to look at him with sharp eyes.

Knocked down to the ground by force, he hit him tirelessly again and again, and he would fight back, but it was still a little weaker. Looking at the man's cold face, "If you dare to touch him, you are courting death."

Unwilling, he watched him take Han Fang away.

"I'll take you out of here, okay?" Someone seemed to ask, Han Fang's thoughts were still floating in a blur, but he was struggling impatiently, the more he struggled, the tighter he was hugged, It was so tight that he couldn't break free, only he muttered vaguely in a slightly aggrieved tone.

The person who hugged him tightly put his face close to his cheek, and kept comforting him in a low voice: "I know."

How he was taken away without being discovered, and how he was lying on the soft bed under him, he didn't quite know, his body seemed to be burning with discomfort, but he was very disgusted, avoiding the stretched out hand, resisting Said: "Don't touch me."

However, his body trembled slightly, and the person's outstretched hand paused, and he sighed helplessly and pitifully.

His posture is stubborn, resisting everyone's approach, but it makes people want to hold him in their arms and cherish him carefully.

Someone on his body said softly, "I'll teach you how not to feel uncomfortable, okay?"

Those delicate and beautiful eyebrows were dazed for a moment, and taking advantage of this moment, Zhou Fu unbuttoned his pants, and when he realized his head had already been buried.

So all the struggles against touch and touch turned into very light, very light muffled groans and gasps.

The hand that originally wanted to push this person away, but unknowingly pressed it on that person's head, pierced-inserted-into his hair, felt the pain in his lower body, and his scalp became numb due to the effect of the medicine. The man below him coughed and raised his head in a slightly embarrassed state, and Han Fang's eyes met him blankly.

It looks like it's not satisfied yet.

Zhou Fu wiped off the white stains on his lips, and continued with his head buried.

Touch it or not, lick it anyway.

I didn't know how many times I tossed and tossed throughout the night. There were hickeys winding down on the inner thigh. Every time at this time, Han Fang's eyes were wet, his body trembled slightly and he wanted to escape, but Zhou Fu pressed him forcefully. When he went back, he could only raise his head and grunt a few times weakly, and then his clothes fell apart, and he tilted his head misty-eyed, and the man was sucking on his neck, and he unconsciously clasped Zhou Fu's arm tightly. , and there are still purple hickey marks on his neck, which occasionally slip to his Adam's apple*.

Generally, as long as Han Fang is happy, he will raise his head blankly with easy-to-talk eyes, and Zhou Fu can't help but kiss the corners of his red eyes.

Such entanglement, but because of Han Fang's attitude of sticking to his chastity and not killing him, although Zhou Fu hated it, he had no choice but to take advantage of other places. He also knew that Han Fang was not very good at such things when he was young. After realizing it, if you push back too hard, I'm afraid it will cause psychological shadow.

However, he didn't know that Han Fang had planted a psychological shadow in his heart, and it was almost fermented.

It's just that now he can be obsessed, kiss this person's brows and eyes without realizing it, and hold him tightly in his arms.

Han Fang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he closed his eyes.