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I don't know if it was because of turning into a ghost, Yan Rong pressed the man down and did it all night. In the end, He Qing's crying voice was hoarse, and he was no longer as stubborn as before, and his hoarse voice collapsed and cried Beg him to stop.
The more he cried, the happier Yan Rong felt. In the end, He Qing was covered in red marks and struggled to roll off the sofa, trying to hide, but the ghost behind him grabbed his ankle and dragged him back abruptly.
Yan Rong let go of the man when the sun shone through the window. He had already moved his position, and now he was sitting on the bed, looking at the bright golden sun outside.
He is not afraid of these sunshines, although they shine on him, but he can't feel any warmth at all.
Yan Rong lowered his head and looked at the man beside him who was sleeping restlessly.
He cried so much last night, even if he is lying down now, his body that is sinking into sleep still chokes from time to time, that face that is more beautiful than a woman is showing fragility for the first time, and his white hands are relaxed like a baby. In front of him, as if to protect himself.
The cold and pale ghost hand landed on the man's tear-stained face. Seeing that he frowned and shivered, his long eyelashes trembling and wanting to open his eyes, Yan Rong sneered, and moved his hands ambiguously down, falling in the clothes.
"No, no more"
He Qing still didn't wake up, his body trembled uncontrollably when he touched those ghostly hands.
His normally calm and indifferent voice was now full of fear, crying like a cornered beast.
The sound of sobs resounded in the room, Yan Rong was startled, and subconsciously stopped.
"Yan Rong, Yan Rong"
The man in the dream seemed to be dreaming of him, shouting his name full of panic and despair, his brows furrowed more and more tightly, as if he was struggling to wake up.
So afraid of him?
For some reason, seeing He Qing like this, Yan Rong's heart sank unhappily.
He bent down, and his cold lips fell on He Qing's white earlobe. The ghost grabbed this small piece of tender meat, and groped the man mercilessly, without any scruples that he had been tired all night.
"Well¡ª¡ª"
He Qing, who had slept for less than an hour, opened his eyes in confusion, only feeling a chill all over his body, his tear-stained eyelashes trembling, and turned behind him.
After seeing the pale but still handsome face clearly, the man was stunned, he opened his mouth, and cried all night with a hoarse and rough voice, "You"
Yan Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at each other, with a trace of surprise in his eyes.
"Can you see me?"
After finishing speaking, he squeezed his hand hard, and in return the man let out a cry of pain, and patted the tender flesh under his hand indifferently, "What's this called? Harvesting yin to nourish yang?"
He put He Qing's complicated gaze behind him, smiled with his lips curled up, and moved closer to that beautiful face, his tone full of malice, "Mr. He, tell me, if you are pushed down by me like this, will you sneak up one day?" die?"
The man pursed his lips, retracted his complicated gaze, and lowered his eyes without saying a word.
What Yan Rong hates the most is that when others ignore his words, he immediately snorts coldly with disdain, and resumes the hand that had just stopped.
"Hmm" The cheeks of the man who had been tossed all night quickly turned red, and he let out a short moan/groan in a low voice, and his face burst into red when he realized what sound he was making.
The ghost that can already be seen by him smiled at him tauntingly, "It sounds really nice, I can't see that Mr. He still has this ability, go out and stand on the street, I'm afraid a bunch of people will rush to order you!"
After he came back from abroad, he spent a lot of time and had fun with a group of friends. This kind of words came out of his mouth. At this moment, he saw the stern man who was once high above and refused to look at him being crushed by him. The excitement in his heart It burned like a flame.
Yan Rong grabbed the man's soft flesh with all his strength, looked at the uncomfortable expression he was trying to endure, and deliberately humiliated, "Call, beg me like you did last night, maybe I can let you go."
He Qing pursed his lips with a pale face, staring at him with beautiful eyes as bright as stars, and said in a calm voice, "Please."
"It's not like this."
The ghost pulled out a weird smile, and gently whispered in the man's ear, "Like last night, when you cried and begged me to soften up, don't I need to teach you the tone?"
The man's face turned pale again, this time he did not compromise, and stubbornly refused to speak.
Yan Rong didn't expect him to be soft at first, but seeing him like this gave him even more reasons to torment He Qing.
If there are outsiders here at this moment, the scene must be very strange.
&nbFrom the experience of someone who has been there, Mr. He must have experienced bed exercises! Look at his expression, look at how he feels, it's completely different from before, isn't it! "
After the girl finished her reasoning, she was about to find a sense of recognition, but found that the three girls on the opposite side were all staring behind her in a daze.
Her hair stood on end, her neck was stiff, and she slowly turned around.
Yan Ze stood behind her with an unattractive expression, with displeasure in his eyes.
"Manager Yan"
Yan Ze looked at her with an ugly expression, "Did you see Mr. He?"
"Mr. He He left work early and went home."
After the girl answered tremblingly, the man turned around with a gloomy face and left the company.
She exhaled, it's okay, it's okay, she doesn't want to lose such a good job.
She relaxed, but Yan Ze was full of displeasure. Of course, he was not because of the girl who deserted at work, but because of He Qing.
Since Yan Rong's death, He Qing's already indifferent attitude has dropped a level. What's better is that he doesn't seem to suspect Yan Rong.
Yan Ze originally thought that Yan Rong, the roadblock, would be cleared away, and he would have no regrets in his future life, whether it was career or relationship, but He Qing's increasingly indifferent attitude made him feel uncertain.
These days, I planned to cultivate a good relationship with him, but the man seemed to avoid him on purpose. He came to the company early every day and always left work early. After such a long time, Yan Ze could hardly speak a word.
And now, what did he hear?
He Qing is in a relationship?
Yan Ze lowered his eyes gloomyly, and drove directly to the man's house.
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As soon as He Qing got home, he was pulled in by Yan Rong, who was guarding the door when he heard the movement, and was roughly thrown on the sofa.
"Wait, wait, the door is still open"
The man subconsciously resisted the icy cold hands walking on his body, but was easily suppressed.
The shirt on his body was unbuttoned one by one by those pale hands, and the ghost's cold voice said cheerfully behind his ears, "Go to the balcony."
"No¡¡"
If he refused, there would be no chance of a complete exit. He Qing was hugged by Yan Rong and went all the way to the balcony.
ten minutes later
Yan Ze stood in front of the door, looked at the gap in the door, stretched out his hand, and quietly pushed the door open.
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