Complete surrender is the most boring condition. Therefore, Chu Songluo favored Pei Wen's stupidity, and liked him again and again with almost pity for "not listening to teaching" - a little cute humiliation would make his submission more luscious.

Pei Wen was strangled by the strength of his hand and couldn't breathe, his hands broke his hands and struggled to get a little air, his face was red, his legs were weakly kicked twice, but Chu Songluo grabbed his ankle, at this time he pinched Pei Wen's neck and dragged him up, pushed him to the car wall, and used his strength to separate his legs, and used his knees against Pei Wen's inner thighs, so that his upper body was against the car wall, and his legs seemed to be torn apart, almost divided into a straight line, and also touched the car wall.

In the state of lack of oxygen, Pei Wen quickly exhausted his strength to resist, and Chu Songluo let go of the hand that was holding his neck--so he immediately collapsed, and he breathed heavily, only to feel a hot pain in his throat, and the blank gray in front of him began to become a blurred portrait, and he looked at Chu Songluo's cold eyes.

Chu Songluo reached out and took off the whip that Pei Wen pinned to his waist - he was originally going to dodge, but he couldn't muster any strength at all. The person in front of him also seemed to calm down a little from the sudden anger, and said softly, "Be good, don't move." ”

His lips, teeth, and breath were full of drunken wine, which stabbed Pei Wen without moving, and was stripped of his clothes by Chu Song.

Last night's whip marks were still there, and Chu Songluo touched the marks with pity, and asked, "Does it hurt?" ”

- But without waiting for Pei Wen to answer, he folded another whip.

Pei Wen let out a hoarse "ah", but he bit his lip and swallowed the sound back into his throat, only to feel that his body was trembling in pain, and there was no pleasure in the past "teaching" at all. Because Chu Songluo had never used the force to break the skin in the past, he only left just the right traces, but this time Pei Wen bit his lip in pain, and bright red blood beads oozed from the whip marks.

He almost sighed and said: "Xiao Langjun said that he had been looking for me for a long time, and I was still very happy--I never thought that Xiao Langjun would like to play this kind of poetry club-"

Pei Wen felt the fear and trembled in defense, "I'm not—"

His words were interrupted by a "shhhhhh

Chu Songluo raised his index finger in front of his lips and smiled at Pei Wen in a rare way.

A bad premonition hit his heart, and before Pei Wen could tell the difference, he was thrown to the ground by Chu Songluo's hair, and in his dizziness, he poured a bottle of wine given by Pei Ze into his mouth. The piping hot wine slid into his body, and Pei Wen already knew that it was bad—a fire began to burn in his lower abdomen, and there was a reaction there. Chu Songluo easily parted his legs, ignoring his lofty things, and stuffed the polished handle of the whip into his hole, but his words were always soft.

"Xiao Langjun likes this wine, just put up with it until I come back." He said, "If I find out that Xiao Langjun has gone to a place I can't see—"

As he spoke, he stood up again, flicked the hem of his clothes, and said meaningfully, "Don't let me down again, huh?" ”

The syrup that overflowed from his mouth trickled down to the corners of Pei Wen's mouth and chest. Chu Songluo didn't give him any clear restrictions, but Pei Wen didn't dare to disobey any of his actions, biting his lower lip and nodding.

The coachman sat peacefully at the front of the car, as if he couldn't hear any movement in the car, and only when he saw Chu Song falling out, did he get up to salute.

Chu Songluo signaled that he didn't need to salute, as if he suddenly asked: "I heard that some roads in Jingnan are not paved with blue bricks. Thinking about it, the first snow melted today, and there were pedestrians stepping on it, it must be not very stable? ”

The coachman received the order and drove silently to the south of the city.

***

Another carriage also came out of Pei's Beppu.

Pei Ze's maidservant couldn't help but be a little surprised when she saw that Pei Wen's carriage was gone, leaving Chu Song in place. The servant's eyebrows were lowered, and when he said that Pei Xiaolang Jun ordered him to go back with this carriage, he thought he had understood something, so he covered his mouth and smiled. Pei Ze's coachman waited for Chu Song to get into the car, and then rushed to Pei's mansion with a whip.

The air in the car is hot and dry, and the smell of aromatherapy is strong, and there is a dull feeling. He was naked on the luxurious blanket, blindfolded, and his hands were tied behind his back. Even the place where the wine is exalted is bound with silk and cannot be relieved. However, he was visibly very uncomfortable, and had become delirious, just like a fish rubbing against the thing on a blanket for a faint relief.

Chu Songluo's mouth was already dry. Pei Wen couldn't move yet, but he could say something. At this perfect time, he had a brilliant plan to kill two birds with one stone - to be able to open meat, but also to be able to incorporate He Zhiyan into his command.

Chu Songluo also drank the drugged wine, and it was natural for him to be confused, and if there was a little accident after drinking, naturally no one could stop it-

The blindfolded ribbon was gone, and the light of the candle flame flickered, finally recalling his senses. When He Zhiyan suddenly realized it, he was already holding this man, riding on him, holding his majesty in his body, swinging his waist profligately, begging him to be more violent, and begging him not to poke so fiercely.

A vague memory crept into his mind, and he finally remembered that it was he who had begged impatiently for pleasure first—and the man who had also been ordered to drink repeatedly refused, but could not resist the onset of the drug, let alone ...... Not to mention his own degrading behavior.

As if sensing that he was no longer so active, the man's hand snapped on his buttocks, urging him to move quickly. He Zhiyan was shocked and wanted to retreat, but the thing in the cave slipped away - and crashed into it again. He Zhiyan was crushed under him, the man held his waist and pumped, sweat falling from his forehead, and his eyes looked like an irrational beast annihilated by lust. He must have been fucked by him several times, so sensitive that he bit his fist but could not choke his overflowing screams, and went again, but he was poked from the top of the numbness, crying and begging him not to come again, but the voice of resistance was all muffled between his lips and tongue - and even he suspected that the more he wept, the more this person would not stop.

The candle flame burned out, and the car was dark and chaotic, not to mention that Yan had already lost consciousness, nesting in Chu Songluo's arms like a cat.

***

The carriage was bumpy.

Pei Wen didn't know that the carriage could be so bumpy.

Due to Chu Songluo's order not to let him go, Pei Wen didn't dare to move at all to relieve the high scorching heat. He felt so weak that he could not stand up at all, and sat against the wall of the carriage - the handle of the whip pressed against his hole, and the jolting of the carriage twitched and throbbed him as if he were tickling his boots. The whip slid deeper and deeper into his body, already touching his sensitive position, and the bumpy car was more rude than when Chu Songluo taught him with Yushi, and he was not particular about pleasure and demanded that he lose the battle immediately.

- No, no, no, no, no.

Pei Wen struggled to his feet, but the carriage shook again—and he sat down on the blanket at once, the weight of his body weighing on the handle of the whip and poking him hard.

He went.

But the handle of the whip was still stirring and poking his-meat, and the aftermath of the wine had not yet passed, Pei Wen was self-deceitful, trying to forget Chu Song's eyes in the blank space of climbing to the top over and over again.

The carriage stopped.

The curtain of the car was raised, and Chu Songluo bent down to enter the car, neatly dressed.

Pei Wen wanted to avoid him and want his comfort, but he lost all his strength and leaned against the wall of the car without moving.

Chu Songluo pinched his chin and looked at his red and swollen eye circles, and the frustration that had never been recognized by the laws of the world was left behind in an instant. Pei Wen's miserable and pitiful appearance, he was extremely happy to see it-plus he was not in such an urgent mood at the moment, so his tone softened again, "Xiao Langjun is not very obedient." ”

He gestured and glanced at the cloudy white liquid.

Pei Wen naturally noticed his eyes, and he felt that his fear had become numb. He had already formed a habit, and the softer Chu Songluo's tone was, the more frightened he became—even though Chu Songluo was really in a good mood at the moment.

A gentle kiss fell on his cheek, and Pei Wen heard Chu Songluo say, "Why are you crying?" Is Xiao Langjun afraid of me? ”

This kiss was rare and gentle, Pei Wen raised his eyes to look at Chu Songluo in surprise, but he covered his vision with one hand, and in the darkness in front of him, he felt Chu Songluo's embrace.

Pei Wen's tears slid down irrepressibly, and Chu Songluo patted him on the back gently, like coaxing a child. Pei Wen was groggy and was finally about to fall asleep, when he felt Chu Songluo carry him into the house and put him on the bed.

He was in a mysterious state of mind and didn't open his eyes, and heard Chu Songluo's inaudible sigh.

"Pei Wen."

"If you hate me, I can be my Chu Songluo."

***

It turned out that he refused to admit that he was in love with someone who had a grudge against his family and country.

refused to admit it, so he tortured him in every possible way, but came back to him at great risk.

That's why Pei Wen's pain is related to satisfaction.