: Chapter 35

Xiao He felt a great fear. He looked at the man in front of him, and he couldn't overlap him with the child he raised.
His little fan is very good, his little fan is very sensible, his little fan is definitely not like this.
There was chaos in Xiao He's head. He didn't know if he had hallucinations due to excessive insomnia, or if all of this happened.
Fan Shen squeezed his chin and kissed him brutally.
This kiss was not even tender at all, it was all blatant predation and appropriation, I wished to tear it down and swallow it.
Xiao He tasted the smell, I don’t know if it was his or Fan Shen’s, but the taste was bitter, and at the same time it was filled with deep despair. Only the bone-chilling ice is cold.
Xiao He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but it was useless, he couldn't make a sound, just gave him a chance to invade.
He kissed him, swept him, entangled him in pain, and entangled him in pain, but this was not enough, and the pain was less than one ten thousandth of the pain in his heart.
He was reluctant to hurt him, reluctant to make him hurt, and even more reluctant to make him sad.
But, he treated him like this, he loved him with his whole heart, what did he give him?
Fan Shen kissed him, tasting the taste of his dreams, but in the entire chest and the entire eyes, there were piles of black mist.
He couldn't see the way forward and couldn't find the end, so he no longer had the value of forbearance.
As for what he did, Xiao He would not know.
No matter what he suffered, Xiao He would not care.
Because he doesn't have him in his heart, the one he loves is all another person in his heart.
This kind of innocence filled his heart, so Fan Shen, let go of everything.
If forbearance and retreat can't change your mind, why should you torture yourself?
Anyway, you don't like me, anyway, I am destined not to get your heart, but it is always okay to possess you.
Can't make you smile for me, can't make you happy for me, so let you cry, okay.
Cry in my arms, cry under me, cry for me.
In this way...you are thinking of me wholeheartedly.
Fan Shen's eyes darkened, his azure blue eyes were as dark as the sea of ​​night, but his thin lips slowly conjured up a smile.
Childish, contented, like a smile that got everything.
Fan Shen suddenly became very gentle. He opened Xiao He's lips and touched his upper jaw. He knew that he couldn't stand this the most. As long as he kept touching, his Xiao He would move and tremble. Will make an unquenchable moan
groan.
The body can't deceive people, Fan Shen led him and whispered ambiguously: "Look, you still want me."
"Don't worry." Fan Shen stimulated him, giving him pleasure, "You want it, I will give it to you, I can satisfy you, only I can satisfy you."
Xiao He trembled and closed his eyes tightly, but his voice was trying to maintain his composure: "Stop it, Xiao Fan, stop, okay, dad, please, please...no..."
His eyes widened suddenly because of the severe pain, his eyes full of incredible and shock.
Fan Shen smiled and held his lips: "Stop? How to stop? It's cruel, I still say something like this at this time. Dad? Who is my dad? You? You are not!" When the voice fell, he tried harder.
Unimaginable pain exploded in his brain, Xiao He was stunned, and the heart in his chest seemed to stop beating at this moment.
What he fears most is that it happened, and everything is irreparable.
Powerless, Xiao He realized for the first time that he was so useless.
Fan Shen got what he wanted, although in this way, he was still satisfied.
Can't have the most perfect, but fortunately he has it.
No matter how you can't get that heart, but fortunately, he, his body, belongs to him.
From now on, his Xiao He will be his.
He can watch him day by day, hug him night and night, don't have to endure, don't need to wait, don't be nervous, let alone nervous.
Fan Shen does not regret being able to get him in this way.
Xiao He spent the most unimaginable period of time.
He didn't like to get out of the house, but now he can't get out of the house at all.
Fan Shenbai leaves the door, and will keep asking him when he comes back.
The young man's energy seems to be endless, he can hold him all night, can hold him all night, and can occupy him endlessly.
Xiao He was shocked and helpless at the beginning, to desperately resisting, and finally numb.
He couldn't do anything, couldn't resist, and Xiao He couldn't leave yet.
He didn't want to return to reality, or tell Qin Su about the status quo, because he didn't want to be laughed at.
He is responsible for causing such a situation.
After all, this child was brought up by him alone. Xiaofan was a blank sheet of paper at first, but what he will become is the nurturing of later generations.
Xiao He couldn't figure out where it was wrong, but he knew that he was wrong.
There is a little indelible hope under the thick guilt and hesitation.
Xiao He always hopes that life will change back.
He always hoped that Fan Shen would become the Xiao Fan he knew.
For eighteen years, for eighteen years, he poured so much into it and completely trapped him here. He could get out, but he couldn't get out of it.
The only thing to be thankful for in the muddled days is that Xiao He no longer has insomnia.
Although he is very repulsive of what happened, the ridiculous thing is that with Fan Shen accompanied, he can sleep soundly and dreamlessly.
It's just that the morning twilight is upside down.
Because it took too long to be out of the house, Xiao He couldn't tell the time. It may have been a week or a month.
He didn't know what Fan Shen was doing.
Fan Shen didn't tell him, and he never asked, or it should be said that they have very little communication with each other now.
But if you insist on saying too many changes, there is no.
In addition to being uncontrollable in bed, Fan Shen was caring, meticulous, and considerate at other times as usual.
He will prepare a delicious breakfast for him, watch TV with him, and take care of his daily life perfectly.
Apart from not being able to surf the Internet, Xiao He's life is no different from before.
It's just that he doesn't paint anymore. I don't want to paint anything.
As soon as the night was up, Fan Shen came back. He twisted his eyebrows into the room, but when he saw Xiao He, he stretched his eyebrows again.
Xiao He stood there, Fan Shen walked over and kissed his lips with his head down.
Xiao He didn't move, Fan Shenwen said: "Open it."
Xiao He was startled, but soon let go of his teeth because of his touch.
Fan Shen drove straight in and went straight to his favorite tongue, entangled, licked, and watched the person in his arms soften his body for him.
A kiss is enough to ignite the heat, and his Xiao He is already his.
Thinking of this, Fan Shen was full of joy. He took him to the bathroom, gave him happiness in the steaming steam, and asked him for happiness.
After greedy and pleasure, Fan Shen embraced Xiao He and whispered: "Let's move."
Xiao He stiffened, and asked after a long while, "Why?"
His voice is a bit hoarse, because he was tossed so hard just now and begged for mercy too many times.
Fan Shen was a little distressed, and kissed his throat, but Xiao He trembled slightly, his eyes avoiding: "Don't... don't come again."
Fan Shen looked at him afraid of resisting, and there was a chill in his heart suddenly, and his heartache just changed.
He didn't want to toss him anymore, but now he did.
Fan Shen leaned over and pressed it over, holding his lips, and buried it in the still warm water.
Xiao He hummed abruptly, and his body trembled slightly.
When night fell completely, they only had dinner.
The dining table was full of food that Xiao He liked, but Xiao He didn't have much appetite.
But if you don’t have an appetite, you have to eat. If you don’t eat, Fan Shen will...
Xiao He frowned, did not think again, took up his chopsticks to eat.
After the meal, as usual, under the light white moonlight, there was only a charming crimson room.
When Fan Shen said to move, they really moved.
Xiao He didn't go out for a long time, and suddenly saw the sun, still a little uncomfortable.
But soon Fan Shen took him into the car.
The interior of the car is very spacious, with vertical seats and a silver-gray exquisite coffee table horizontally in the center.
Such a car is definitely expensive to build.
Xiao He slowed down, and slowly understood, it seems that Fan Shen has recognized his ancestor and returned to his clan.
He has been busy these days, and that's probably it.
Because Xiao He was too tired last night, he became confused after getting in the car. Fan Shen noticed his strangeness and hugged him into his arms, and said softly: "Go to sleep, it will take a while to arrive."
Xiao He leaned on him and fell asleep in a daze.
The days of moving are much better than Xiao He imagined.
This mansion occupies a very large area, and Xiao He does not need to stay in the house every day, because it is a whole garden outside, and he can walk around at will.
After moving here, Fan Shen became more and more busy, too busy to even ask him every night.
Xiao Hezheng'er took a few days of rest, but he was used to sleeping during the day, but he couldn't sleep at night.
But not sleeping is much better than before.
When Fan Shen came back early tonight, the two turned the clouds and fell asleep in a hug.
The man holding him fell asleep quickly because of his satisfaction, but Xiao He did not sleep.
He waited quietly for a while, then quietly pulled away from his arms and sat up.
Next to the bed is a large floor-to-ceiling window, through which the moonlight shines in and falls on Fan Shen's face.
Xiao He watched quietly, and suddenly closed his eyes.
There was a deep bitterness in his chest.
In fact, he clearly knew that he had long been confused between Al and Fan Shen.
He also clearly understood that he liked this person.
Whether it was the three months that kept him reminiscing, or the eighteen years that kept him questioning.
He was thinking about him from beginning to end.
If it is not for deep love, why suffer this humiliation?
Xiao He knew this, but he couldn't say it anymore.
In this situation, what is the use of saying it or not?
He can't heal Fan Shen.
Wait, if there is no hope, he will leave here.
This is always the case. I thought it was the worst moment, but there was something more surprising later.
Recently, Xiao He fell in love with sketching, holding the drawing board and sitting alone in the gardens, depicting the vitality of all things.
He no longer paints Al, no longer paints Fan Shen, but focuses all his emotions on this beautiful scenery.
In this way, his heart will be very quiet.
But... he didn't expect to see him anyway.
Xiao He's hand holding the paintbrush completely froze, staring blankly at the man standing among the large roses.
He has gorgeous long hair that makes the Milky Way on the horizon marvel at it, and he has blue eyes that make the clear sky feel ashamed. He stands there, which already represents the majesty of elegance.
Xiao He got up and muttered like a dream: "Al..."
This is not Fan Shen, this is Al.