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Little pitiful, forced love (4)

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    Yan Bei stretched out his hands unconsciously, and squeezed two hands on the tender face, and frowned unhappily after the young man almost panicked to dodge, "You are so stingy, but I helped you!"

    He Qing lowered his head, Nuonuo whispered, "Thank you"

    Who wants his thanks!  Just take off the clothes and let him rub his belly obediently!

    He wanted to say a few more words, but he was so frightened that he didn't dare to lift his head, so he didn't bother to say anything. He grabbed the boy's left hand and touched it in his palm.

    Yan Bei was trying to touch, when the tender back of his hand suddenly pulled away, he looked at the young man with a displeased face, "He Qing, do you want to fight!"

    Straight away, he pulled his hand over firmly, Yan Bei's face was full of threats.

    "No, it's not"

    He retorted weakly and cowardly. It was clearly his own hand, but the young man acted uneasy as if he had done something hugely wrong.

    He lowered his head and said timidly, "Can you let me go first"

    "Why me!" Yan Bei completely forgot that this hand belonged to someone else, and frowned with displeasure.

    "Yan Bei!"

    A few people who had a good time with Yan Bei gathered around, asking gossipingly, "Who was that guy just now?"

    One of them, with sharp eyes, caught a glimpse of the two holding hands, "Hey, what are you two doing?"

    They are also people who usually love to fight. Since they walked over, the boy didn't even dare to raise his head.

    He was a little flustered, but the people around him slammed his hand away. Because of too much force, He Qing slammed his hand against the iron table without warning, and his left hand turned red almost immediately.

    "Teasing him for a while." Yan Bei's indifferent and dismissive voice was in his ears. He Qing lowered his head firmly, listening to the people above saying, "What fun is a bitch."

    "His hand is easy to touch and comfortable to touch, why don't you try it too?" Yan Bei said, pulling the boy's hand which was still red, "It's not slippery."

    Being evaluated like a commodity, the young man pursed his lips in humiliation, and he withdrew his hand vigorously, hiding it under the table.

    Being slapped in the face by a coward in front of his brother, Yan Bei's face immediately sank, and regardless of He Qing's struggle, he forcibly pulled his hand out.

    "It's not that I didn't give you the money, don't you hear me like this all the time!"

    "I can't tell, is this coward still making money from you?" Several people laughed exaggeratedly as if hearing some joke, "It's like selling ass!"

    "Hey, don't tell me, if you give him some money, he might sell it!"

    "Hahaha Yanbei, do you want to try it!"

    Following their words, the boy's body became more and more stiff. He tried hard to pull back his hand, but Yan Bei pulled him on the table even harder.

    In the end, it was pressed on the table like a cargo, and Yan Bei's complacent voice sounded beside his ears, "Touch it!"

    "You let golet me go"

    He Qing's eyes were already red, he bit his lip in humiliation, trying to make Yan Bei let him go.

    The few people who were not interested in touching men at first became interested when they saw him looking like he was about to cry or not.

    "Hey, he's crying, he's about to cry, he's about to cry"

    "Why don't you just touch your hands, crying like a bitch!"

    "Yan Bei, you live with him, is he a woman?"

    Yan Bei didn't take He Qing's crying seriously, but how many times he saw He Qing crying in the past two days, he held the young man's hand, and had a nasty conversation with several people.

    "Picking off his clothes, he should be a man."

    "That's why I'm not sure hahahaha, why don't we take a look at our pants now"

    Several people are used to making jokes, and no one takes it seriously, but they are full of fear in the ears of the young man who grew up in malice.

    The warmth that had arisen because of Yan Bei's help before was covered by fear and panic. He didn't dare to stay any longer, so he withdrew his hand with all his strength and ran outside.

    Yan Bei was thrown away, and in front of him was the panic-stricken staggering back of the young man, watching him leave as if avoiding some scourge, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

    A few buddies around me were still teasing each other, "Look, scare people away, it's all your fault!"

    "It's none of my business, it's because he can't help being funny"

    "Okay, okay, go back to your seats quickly, class will start later."

    Seeing that Yan Bei's tone was not very good, the few people who were still smiling just now looked at him and stood up, "Yan Bei, where are you going?"

    Yan Bei?, sniffing the fragrance of his hair obsessively, "You are not good today, how could you refuse me"

    The boy was so frightened that his whole body became stiff, and the test paper spilled all over the floor, "Wen, Mr. Wen"

    "Ah Qing didn't come to me because he didn't need me?" Wen Hui didn't care about his stiffness, and sniffed lightly at the young man's beautiful neck like a beast.

    His voice was gentle, like whispers between sympathizers, but the words he said filled the young man with despair, "Little Aqing, those lovely and fascinating photos of yours are still in my hands"

    "Tell me, if these photos are circulated, what will everyone think of you?"

    "A male prostitute?"

    "I didn't" Biting his lip hard enough to the point of bleeding, the young man suppressed the trembling of fear, and said in a choked voice, "It's you"

    "That's right." Wen Hui's face was full of tenderness, and his callused big hands gently stroked the young man's tender cheeks, "I forced you, but do you think anyone will believe these words?"

    "Everyone will say, Ah Qing is really a good boy. In order to save his sick mother, he sold his body and himself to a man, isn't he?"

    Seeing the boy's face turned pale from his own words, the gentle-looking man smiled lightly, "Okay, don't be afraid, I like little Ah Qing so much, how could I show your body to outsiders."

    "Ah Qing, I was wrong before, I was too rough to you, causing you to run away in such fear, but this time, I won't"

    Gently hugging the boy tightly, the man said softly, "Stay with me, okay?"

    With a pale face, He Qing shed tears in a daze, "II"

    "Good boy" Assuming he agreed, Wen Hui stood up, stroking the boy's cheek comfortingly, "I know Ah Qing likes me too, don't you?"

    Under his implicit threat, the boy cried in despair and was held in his arms by the man.

    Following the sound to find the reference room, Yan Bei looked through the window coldly at the two people embracing inside.

    Yan Bei's face was gloomy, and his hands were clenched into fists.

    This is, He Qing's so-called not being touched?

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    There is another chapter before twelve o'clock, Ah Qing is not bisexual hahaha!  !

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