Beginning without end

Chapter 74

Just think about it, this boat was carved out by Lu Fucheng with such care and tenderness in his arms, it is already very valuable.When Song Bai was a child, he felt that Cheng Cheng was the most omnipotent person in the world, he would do all the things he didn't understand by himself clumsily.

Song Bai loves Lu Fucheng's hands the most. Those hands are always thick and warm, they don't sweat too much, they are not as soft as those raised by gold and jade, and there are hard calluses on the fingertips. They are hands that can work.

In this life, Song Bai only wanted to touch the things he gave him, to hold hands with him, and to be touched all over his body by him when they were in love with each other.No one else can.

Song Bai walked around the house carefully, and finally took only two things - a set of Russian dolls and a small wooden boat.

"Don't you pack anything else?" The man by the door who deliberately lowered his presence asked him: "Mr. Ji hopes that there will be more of your things at home."

Only then did Song Bai raise his head, and looked at him with vain eyes: "No, let Mr. Ji buy what's missing."

The driver was also silent, and Song Bai's words were indeed words that Ji Suiyun would love to hear.

On the way back to the car, Song Bai greeted the driver, walked into a convenience store, and quickly came out with a bottle of water.Nothing out of the ordinary.

When Ji Suiyun came back at night, when he saw those two things, his brows frowned slightly, and he looked around, but he didn't see anything extra.

Song Bai curled up on the bed silently, Ji Suiyun looked down at him: "Go back just for these two things?"

It took Song Bai a long time before he said dumbly: "Nothing here is mine, I don't feel at ease."

Can Lu Fucheng's things make him feel at ease?Ji Suiyun said: "I can make all my things yours."

Song Bai felt sorry for it, he didn't dare to speak much to offend Ji Suiyun, he just hugged his boat tightly in his arms, as if he had arrived at the harbor.

Ji Suiyun felt that Song Bai's spirit was too tense during this time, resisting the urge to throw the things in his arms, turned and went into the bathroom.

Ji Suiyun still went to the study at night, but he came out after not staying for too long.Song Bai trembled when he came close from behind, trying to breathe calmly and pretend to be asleep.

Ji Suiyun didn't pierce Song Bai's unsophisticated disguise, and directly slipped his hands under Song Bai's clothes and caressed his side waist.

Ji Suiyun's hand was a little cold, and when it touched his skin, he shivered violently.

"Is it too cold?" With his hands pulled out, Ji Suiyun rubbed them to warm them up and then pressed them against Song Bai's face, his voice was very soft: "Is it better this time?"

Song Bai didn't open his eyes, but his eyelashes were trembling finely.He didn't know when he started to change his posture when he was sleeping. He often curled up his legs to protect himself like a baby, but today he was protecting a boat in his arms.

Ji Suiyun endured Song Bai's great patience, and he couldn't give others more tolerance.

He hurt Song Bai again, it seems that the nature of men who have a strong desire for control and have been in high positions for a long time is to conquer.He forced Song Bai to interlock his fingers with him, and to gallop wildly on this body that was so in love with him.

Song Bai's boat rolled down on the bed, and the bed was filled with the sound of Song Bai's soft weeping.

Ji Suiyun still felt sorry for him, and the offensive gradually turned into pleasing and accommodating, slight pain and stimulation all at once, and the irresistible physical pleasure made Song Bai's psychological defense slowly collapse.

Self-loathing buried Song Bai, he thought, he is really a born cheap.people.

What is the meaning of existence for Lu Fucheng's unwanted slut, a bitch who would be happy to be insulted?Was he born to let Ji Suiyun vent his insults?Would he only cause trouble for Lu Fucheng and his parents?

That Lu Fucheng's baby-like eyeballs, the child who will always be remembered in the eyes of his parents, is not worthy of this body that is now making peace with this disgusting man on the bed.

The head started to hurt again, and clusters of consciousness and negative emotions exploded, and Song Bai almost let himself accept the severe pain.Let it hurt a little more, then there will be another chance to escape.

Ji Suiyun slowly felt something was wrong.The body under him that had gradually become soft and flattered became stiff again. He lifted Song Bai's face, and what he saw was not Lihua's reddish face that was as emotional as the rain, but a pale, colorless little face that was enduring the pain. Face.

"Still hurting?" Ji Suiyun stopped, brushed Song Bai's hair up, and lightly kissed Song Bai's forehead: "Relax a bit, just treat it as me trying to please you, why not?" Tell me comfortably, okay?" In the last half of the sentence, he deliberately brought a little Shanghai accent, but because Song Bai became interested in Shanghai dialect last time, he even deliberately changed his accent to make Song Bai happy.

Song Bai only clenched his lips and endured.He has always been like this these days, and Ji Suiyun has nothing to do with him.

So the enthusiasm and enthusiasm seemed to be wiped out by water, and finally Ji Suiyun ended hastily.

Ji Suiyun patiently settled down to sleep with Song Bai, but Song Bai couldn't sleep, he closed his eyes and folded his palms, as if he still had the boat that Lu Fucheng gave him.

The days passed like this, Song Bai was always quiet, neither noisy nor disturbed, never spoiled by pampering, and never mentioned Lu Fucheng.Although he always had a boat in his arms, Ji Suiyun just turned a blind eye and let it go.

Until one day Ji Suiyun discovered that Song Bai had learned to smoke.

At three or four o'clock in the morning, the temperature of the air conditioner was a bit low that day, Ji Suiyun didn't sleep well, and reflexively touched Song Bai's direction to see if his quilt was tightly covered, but in the end, he only felt the residual warmth There was a blank space, and the person instantly became sober.

The open balcony of the villa closed the door tightly, and Ji Suiyun walked in quietly. Through the gap between the untightened curtains, under the thin moonlight, the boy he had seen before had a dazzling smile, very skillfully is smoking a cigarette.

Not much disappointment or anger, just a sudden pain in the heart.

He didn't control Song Bai strictly, usually Song Bai went to a nearby shopping mall to go shopping and buy something, Ji Suiyun didn't check it, he didn't even know when Song Bai's first puff of cigarette was inhaled into his lungs.

Ji Suiyun coughed lightly before opening the balcony door. With that cough, Song Bai was not frightened by the sudden opening of the door.

"When did you learn?"

"It hasn't been long." Song Bai was very careful before, basically he would smoke during the day when Ji Suiyun was not around, but tonight was too uncomfortable, he got up and sat there, always feeling that there was something missing.

"Stop smoking."

Song Bai was silent for a moment: "Mr. Ji, just indulge me in such a trivial matter."

Ji Suiyun looked at him for a long time, the night was very dark, the boy's eyes were darker than the night, Ji Suiyun suddenly realized that he was surrounded by a person, no matter how he left it alone, a flower would wither yes.