Pain fetish

Chapter 42 "Nothing Changes"

Fu Ge even dyed his hair before the trip.

The original long chestnut hair turned into dirty pink, hanging lazily on the shoulders, showing curvy and wavy arcs.

When the head is lowered, the hair on the forehead will fall softly, and it will be parted in the middle by him casually, making the little beta's skin more delicate and white, and the person is also lively and playful.

Like pure white clouds but shining with colorful light.

While one person's vitality is slowly passing away, the other has regained its own vitality.

Whether it was five years ago or five years from now, they seem to be cannibalizing each other forever.

Qi Han felt fresh when he saw his hair color, stroked his temples carefully, and finally gave the most pertinent evaluation from the bottom of his heart: "Beautiful baby, like a little pink elk."

Fu Ge stood on tiptoe and snuggled up to him, his hair wrapped around Alpha's fingertips, his whole body was as soft as a cup of red bean milk tea, his voice was thick and hoarse: "Then Mr. Bear, is he ready to start a brand new journey with the elk guide? "

Qi Han lowered his head and kissed him: "It's an honor."

Contrary to five years ago, this journey was fully arranged by Fu Ge.

At ten o'clock in the morning, a green leather train slowly entered Litang, and their first stop was Qianzang Ancient Village.

Qi Han carried the suitcase and walked out of the car, holding the bouncing little beta with his right hand.

His pink hair is too ostentatious, and both of them have looks that stand out in the crowd. When Qi Han helped him stroke the long hair next to his ear, he really looked like a mature and stable alpha with a playful partner.

It seemed that he was really suffocated in the hospital. Fu Ge was very enthusiastic all the way out this time, and Qi Han couldn't catch him when he answered the phone.

Turning around, a piece of candy was stuffed into his mouth unexpectedly.

"Here, try this." Fu Ge puffed up one of his cheeks, and said vaguely, "The lady who sells sugar said that there are barley in it, small grains, and it tastes delicious when chewed."

Seeing his gluttonous appearance, Qi Han liked it in his heart, and pressed the small candy bag on his cheek with his fingertips not honestly, rubbing it, "Greedy cat, I ate it as soon as I got off the car."

Fu Ge raised his eyelids and gave him a scolding look, and sneaked the candy to the other side, but Qi Han tirelessly chased after him and continued to press, deliberately preventing him from eating it properly.

Fu Ge puffed his mouth and bit his fingertips, and said lazily, "You are so annoying."

"It's not annoying." Qi Han leaned into his ear and coaxed: "I know you like it so much, so I will give this one to my brother."

Fu Ge didn't know what he bit into and suddenly frowned: "This smell...is there other nuts—ah! It's walnuts!"

Alpha's face froze, he was allergic to walnuts, and it was very serious.

"Pit, spit, you can't eat this!" Fu Ge fumbled in his pocket to find paper for him, but not only did he find no paper, he didn't even see a trash can.

Qi Han was at a loss for the candy he had already bitten open. If he was allergic to this, then their first five days of travel would be over. "It's okay bro, let's find a trash can—"

The unfinished words came to an abrupt end, the lips were suddenly pushed into by a soft tongue, Fu Ge tiptoed in front of him, and rolled the candy that Qi Han bit into two into his own mouth.

The mellow aroma of walnuts suddenly diffused, and the corners of his lips were stained with water.

Alpha clearly felt the soft touch in his mouth, as if his lover's thick eyelashes brushed his face.

"I ate it for you..." Fu Ge's ears were burning hot, and he hung his head like a bird, dumb and cute.

Qi Han's heart collapsed into a small nest, like a little bear falling into a honey pot. Counting the night of dancing, this was the third time Fu Ge kissed him proactively.

Whether it is "the plot needs" or when the love is strong, it is enough for him to tremble.

"Brother, is there any more?" Qi Han asked.

Fu Ge blinked: "What?"

"sugar."

"Oh..." He opened the small pocket on the chest of his coat: "Here."

Qi Han snatched Tang away, held his wrist, turned around, and walked straight to the unknown alley in front of him.

"Ahan? What are we going to do?"

He thought that Qi Han was looking for a trash can to throw away the allergy sugar, and he was quite reluctant, so he muttered, "I really like this..." Save two for me.

Qi Han: "I like to eat too."

Fu Ge: "Huh? Are you allergic?"

As soon as the words fell, Qi Han peeled off a candy and put it in his mouth without changing his expression. He lowered his head, "Well, I'm allergic."

So please brother help me eat the candy.

Fu Ge: "..."

Caught off guard by his combo, Little Beta blinked in disbelief, half a second later his cheeks were stained crimson, and he poked his finger at his Adam's apple: "Why... don't really bite it, The walnuts will come out."

Qi Han was extremely vicious, "If brother doesn't help me, I'll really be bitten to pieces, let me be allergic and swollen into a bear."

Fu Ge knocked his forehead on him in embarrassment, looked around guiltily, and tiptoed up to him after making sure there was no one there, and warned him: "It's just this one."

Qi Han rubbed his lips: "Come and eat by yourself."

He actively intertwined his lips and tongue again, and the soft tip of his tongue was sucked by him as soon as he touched it, teasing, touching, entwining...

An ambiguous humming sound pierced into the eardrums, and little Beta instinctively backed away, but suddenly a powerful arm came up from his waist.

"Hmm... Ah Han..." He pushed him lightly, but he was imprisoned even tighter.

Qi Han pinched his chin and forced him to open his mouth wider, and rolled the candy into his mouth, "Don't hide, we haven't finished eating yet."

This is not eating candy, it is obvious that he wants to eat him too.

The sweet aroma of walnuts was fed into the mouth together with grains of highland barley, and the tip of the tongue even touched his teeth and upper jaw, and everywhere it went was hot.

Qi Han kissed him from various angles, those two soft lips seemed to have turned into jelly, no matter how much he tasted the kiss, he couldn't resist.

Two soft swallowing sounds sounded in his ears, Fu Ge obediently ate the broken candy, and then panted wildly to push him: "It's... gone!"

Qi Han laughed until his chest was pounding, and his hoarse bass was almost magnetic: "Okay, don't hide, don't kiss anymore."

Saying so on the face, he still couldn't hold back and kissed his lips, "Sorry brother, I was sucked and swollen."

Fu Ge's mouth was flattened, his head slumped, and he looked aggrieved: "It used to be swollen every time, and you still bite when it's swollen, and you have to break the skin to stop."

"From being a rogue to growing up..."

Qi Han was taught to be docile and obedient, saying yes again and again, and put the leftover candy in his pocket, "From now on, I will feed my brother one every day, okay?"

Fu Ge: "Not good."

Qi Han's kiss had already moved to the tip of his ear, and his mouth was hot: "Good baby, it's good to suck."

The first intimacy of their honeymoon trip stayed in the alleys of Qianzang Ancient Village, and Qi Han had already started counting down for himself.

At noon, I found a local restaurant for dinner. Fu Ge accepted the food here very well.

The milk tea poured from the tin thermos is soaked in thick cakes, and the thick curry is wrapped in roasted lamb. Every bite of the rich gravy will burst in the mouth, and the aroma of ghee will slide into the throat along with the sweet tea. , Glides over the body like silk.

Fu Ge is really suitable for eating and broadcasting.

Although he has a small appetite, he tastes delicious in everything he eats. He treats food with an inexplicable cherishment and seriousness. When eating, he is used to filling his mouth and chewing on both cheeks like a little hamster.

Qi Han couldn't hold back and took several photos of him, "Is it because the food in this store is so delicious? I used to remember that my brother was very picky eater and didn't like to eat these mutton."

Fu Ge was holding a bowl of sweet tea in small sips, and his mouth was covered with milk stains. Hearing the words, he said casually, "I don't want to pick now. In the most difficult two years, it is good to have meat..."

As soon as these words came out, the box fell silent instantly, and both of them were stunned for a moment.

Qi Han stopped taking pictures suddenly, his eye circles turned red, and Fu Ge...

He held the cup in embarrassment, looked at Qi Han, looked at his feet helplessly, and finally put down the cup, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to say this to make you feel uncomfortable..."

Qi Han turned his head away with a wry smile, there was water in his eyes: "The one who should say I'm sorry is me..."

So what is fake is fake, just like the moon in the mist and flowers in the water, it is more vulnerable than a bubble.

No matter how hard they try to act as a pair of loving couples and whitewash the peace with false shells, everything in the past will be like a series of unavoidable back arrows, and they don't know when they will give them a fatal blow.

Fu Ge will never forget the winter four years ago, which was also November, and he had just recovered his memory.

Tortured by his lover to the point where he became insane, his memory was disordered, and he lost even his personal appearance. After wandering in the gutter for more than a year, he regained his memory, and his body has long been dragged down.

He had pneumonia at that time and had no money for medical treatment.

He couldn't lift his shoulders, couldn't carry it with his hands, and couldn't even draw anymore. Finally, he found a job as a kitchen assistant in a restaurant, washing dishes, cleaning ingredients, and cleaning the kitchen. He had to do all of these. The trial period was one month.

Fu Singer's feet are not fast, because his body is too weak and he can't work quickly, so he is always scolded by the chef.

That man hated Fu, knowing that he was once the young master of a rich family, so he deliberately exposed his ugliness in public, called everyone in the back kitchen, and surrounded Fu Ge like watching a monkey show.

"Come on, let Young Master Fu perform a potato peeling show for us. I heard that he used to be a painter. I don't know how precious the hands of rich people are."

He was just nineteen at the time, couldn't speak beautiful words, and didn't know how to find a way for himself, so he finished peeling the pot of potatoes with a smile, the small blade cut his finger, and the cold water mixed with blood soaked his painting hands.

All his dignity was destroyed in that one month.

But he couldn't leave, because he had to use this month's salary to pay for the first period of treatment.

But Fu Ge didn't get the last 1000 yuan.

Because the major shareholder of the restaurant came to inspect the work, Young Master Qi came to the scene in person and picked a scrawny little chef from the crowd at a glance. Fu Ge still remembers what he said at that time——

"Why is this man so skinny? It's strange that he has no appetite. In the future, restaurants should pay attention to their image when they invite people."

He was wearing a mask at the time, and Qi Han didn't recognize him.

But because of this sentence, he was fired the day before he was paid.

He was driven out through the back door like a beggar, coughing non-stop, and the phlegm he spit out was bloodshot.

Fu Ge begged the boss to pay him a little salary, half a month is fine, he said: "I want to treat my illness...can you give me some money..."

In the end, the boss just threw a potato on him, "Young master, you are a handyman, I think you are only worthy of peeling potatoes in your life!"

It was raining heavily that day, and Fu Ge had nowhere to go, so he quietly hid under the eaves of the hotel's back door, like a ghost wandering in the blue sky and broad daylight.

He thought 37 times and rushed out directly to let the car hit him to death, and he was relieved when he died, and it was over.

But when I was thinking about No.30 eight times, Qi Han came out.

Alpha in suits and leather shoes had bodyguards to support the umbrella, and the driver opened the door carefully, and not a single drop of rain fell on the road from the door to the car.

He was sitting in a luxury car that was so expensive that any accessory could help Fu Ge cure his illness. He was a truly noble and proud son of heaven.

And Fu Ge, who was like a street mouse, hid under the dirty and dilapidated roof, looked at the rear of his car, and thought: My Ahan, it’s really beautiful...

From that moment on he didn't want to be free.

He is going to hell with Qi Han.

"I'm sorry, brother."

Qi Han held his fingertips, his eyes were already wet, "I know that no matter how many times I say I'm sorry, nothing will change..."

"Yeah, nothing will change."

Fu Ge pulled out his fingertips calmly, looked down at the ripples of the sweet tea, and smiled suddenly for a long time.

"A fragmented life, a dilapidated body, you still imagine what kind of life I can live..."

Don't comfort yourself anymore, no matter how beautified or hoped, my past is so bad and bloody.

What is there to regret, isn't it all thanks to you, what is there to be sorry for, just go and taste it yourself.

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