Bang——, the fist hit the flesh, with a muffled sound. Li Sinian didn't say a word, and withered directly to the ground. They were far away from the crowd, and no one noticed any movement they made. Fang Daichuan's legs were twisted, locked Li Sinian's waist, and he waved a few punches at his profile.

"Did you die?" Fang Daichuan sat on the opponent's waist, breathing heavily.

Li Sinian smiled bitterly and shook his head panting.

"It's not dead, you **** don't come to me! It's not dead, you **** don't sue me! If you're not dead, you **** make me worry!" Fang Daichuan punched Li Sinian's stomach with his fist, without giving up the slightest strength. Li Sinian coughed, and after a few hard strokes, he was about to vomit blood.

Fang Daichuan was still uncomfortable. He pulled him from the ground, grabbed his tie and walked to the guest room area. Li Sinian was holding his belly and bending over, but he was stumbling and embarrassed by him.

"What's the room number?" Fang Daichuan asked maliciously.

Li Sinian pointed his finger at the suite on the corner.

Fang Daichuan took out the room card from his trouser pocket, swiped the card to enter the door, kicked the door closed, and touched the little black cat who was hurriedly following him with a gray nose. The kitten barked and kept scratching the door. It was extremely worried when it saw its owner being beaten wildly by that fierce villain.

Inside the room, Fang Daichuan pulled out the microphone from his neckline, and yelled: "If you have something, hang up first." Without waiting for the police there to respond, he turned off the microphone and threw the little thing on the bedside table.

This room is well lit, the decoration is simple and Japanese, the windows are opened very deep, and there is an endless sea view outside. Fang Daichuan pulled down the curtains tightly, and the second action was to untie his belt buckle.

He pulled out the belt, folded it twice in his palm, and tied Li Sinian's hands to the head of the bed.

"What are you doing?" Li Sinian smiled weakly, "Can I still run?"

The injury of his left shoulder hasn't recovered yet, and his shoulder blade has been cracked with a big hole, and he has struggled with difficulty. Now he can't bear it. Large drops of cold sweat soon permeated his forehead.

Fang Daichuan stared at him, his eyes made up as long and narrow made his gaze more lethal and aggressive, and Li Sinian felt a little dazed for a while.

"I want to **** you." Fang Daichuan squeezed a word from his teeth and unbuttoned his shirt with one hand.

Li Sinian laughed, but did not refute.

"I hate you, I look down on you," Fang Daichuan picked from the **** toys basket on the bedside, unable to understand the strange uses and foreign words, simply took a translucent one, which seemed the safest He tore the outer plastic seal with his teeth, and looked at Li Sinian bitterly, as if he was biting his flesh and blood, "Coward, coward, why do you make me like you? You deserve it?"

He was anxious and said heavy words.

Li Sinian didn't say a word. He could only look at him steadily, and the room was quiet, only to hear the cat scratching at the door.

"But I like you." Li Si said quietly. He stared at Fang Daichuan, a drop of tears dripped down his thin side face, and hit the sheets with a click, thrilling for a moment.

He stared at Fang Daichuan with such eyes and smiled and said, "But, Chuaner, I like you."

Fang Daichuan was silly on the spot, feeling helpless. He pushed Li Sinian into the pillow, untied his belt, and got up to walk outside. Li Sinian pulled him, but didn't hold it.

Fang Daichuan opened the door and walked out, stepping over the hair ball with his long legs, and the black cat didn't care about biting the thief in the house. He sprinted in with the hair exploded, jumped into bed and arched around his owner's neck.

Fang Daichuan was in a complicated mood. He didn't know what it was like for a while. He didn't care to fasten the button and even forgot to take the microphone.

As soon as he walked out of this corner, he heard the cat let out a scream in the back door.

His footsteps were nailed to the spot.

Li Sinian is a liar who is accustomed to acting. The cat has been with him for many years and cooperates with him tacitly. Thinking of this, Fang Daichuan concluded that Li Sinian was playing a trick to coax him back, but he couldn't move.

"Fuck," he scratched his hair irritably, twisted and walked back, "I owed it to him in my last life."

He pinched the knuckles and walked back, his fingers creaked. He pushed open the concealed door, suppressing the anger in his stomach, and had already planned in his heart. If Li Sinian lied to him again, he said that nothing would work well and he had to do it until his **** blossomed.

When I entered, I saw Li Sinian lying quietly on the bed, his face buried in the fluffy feather pillow, maintaining his original posture, motionless. The black cat was lying on the side of his neck and wailed.

Fang Daichuan snorted coldly, bent over to pick up the microphone that had fallen under the bedside table, but lowered his head to see a light puddle of blood on the carpet beside the bed. Fang Daichuan froze for a moment, and his line of sight followed the blood upwards, Li Sinian's left arm hung on the side of the bed, bleeding from his shirt.

"Li Sinian!" Fang Daichuan exclaimed, rushing to bed and overturning Li Sinian's body.

He closed his eyes tightly, vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and half of the feather pillow was wet.

Mao Tuan was furious, thinking that Fang Daichuan would hurt his owner, and bit Fang Daichuan's right wrist with one bite. Fang Daichuan hissed, pushed it under the bed, and hugged Li Sinian.

He tore open Li Sinian's clothes.

Li Sinian's body broke free from his shirt, and Fang Daichuan's eyes were hot. There were openings in his naked upper body, and the deepest one could clearly see the texture of the valgus muscles. The left shoulder was swollen with **** high, and the cotton wool was blocked in the place where the bullet passed through. The blood had already separated out and the cotton wool was soaked with moisture.

It took about half a minute before Li Sinian woke up and reached out to wipe the blood from his lips.

He did not speak, and Fang Daichuan did not know what to say.

"Your mother... Auntie..." Fang Daichuan hesitated, "Is it all right?"

Li Sinian closed his eyes and nodded: "I fainted. I dragged her into the cave where my dad died. I thought that the family died in one place. Who knows that the back of the cave is connected? The crack in the back mountain on the island. As soon as the bottom of the sea was turbulent, we were rushed into that crack. Later, when we met my grandfather sent to pick us up the plane, we went straight back to the United States."

Fang Daichuan twisted his eyebrows: "So, you saved her back, and then she beat you like this?"

Li Sinian did not answer his question directly, but said: "It's okay, minor injuries, no death."

He was so accustomed to this kind of injury that Fang Daichuan felt so indifferent to his body just looking at it. He also finally understood, where the self-destructive desire and self-masochism in him came from.

The heart was gripped for a while.

"Aren't you going to **** me?" Li Sinian smiled lightly and took off his clothes with difficulty. "Come on."

He gently sang in Fang Daichuan's ear with his breath: "Come on, Brother Chuan, dontpityme."

Fang Daichuan slapped his face, then leaned over to stabilize him.

The two people exchanged breaths of each other, like two anxious travellers, their lips tossed, the suffering, worry, anxiety and heartache of many days all exchanged emotions in this kiss. They soothed each other and their temperature gradually rose.

"How did it hurt like this?" After the kiss, Fang Daichuan gently pecked and kissed Li Sinian's chest, with unspeakable heartache in his eyes.

"It's not heavy, it looks scary." Li Sinian smiled indifferently, and then sighed, "This is the punishment I deserve. I owe them so many lives."

"Then you owe me!" Fang Daichuan's nose condensed with a drop of tears, took off his pants, and directly sat on the xing device that was half raised.

Without moisturizing, both of them were tortured, and they breathed a sigh of pain.

Li Sinian was stunned by his question.

"Li Sinian, what do you owe me?" Fang Daichuan's voice was crying, moving up and down mechanically, pure mechanical movement, no one got a hint of pleasure, he said, "You say my mother, you are more naive than me, More Virgin."

Li Sinian stared at him with good eyes, stared at his painful face, sweat from his temples, tears on the side of his face.

"It's not your fault," Fang Daichuan's tears pattered on Li Sinian's chest, making him feel pain. "Brother Nian, it's not your fault."

Li Sinian's eyes slowly softened and finally moved. He choked slightly, and said in a breath: "Brother Chuaner, hug me."

Fang Daichuan deceived him, hugged him, covered his body with blood, and kissed the opponent fiercely.

I'm just a show, but you don't have to walk on the tightrope anymore. While kissing each other fiercely, he thought, with me, we walked side by side on the ground.