The bathroom door was closed, and there was a constant sound of water, Yan Zigao stood still under the unkempt head, standing still in the rising mist, letting the cold water wash over his white body. The fan-like eyelashes are stained with water droplets and hang sagging......

In the closed bathroom, it was like a quiet time for a while, and the beautiful boy was under the water curtain in the mist, his eyes slightly closed, and his face was quiet......

The eyes covered by a feather fan were full of bloodshots, and the brown eyes were stained with blood in the whites of the eyes, with blood!

Only Yan Zigao knew how long he had maintained this position, standing barefoot for an hour on the cold tiles and letting the water column impact. But no matter how long he was drenched in cold water, the blood in his body was still agitated, hungry and thirsty like maggots on tarsal bones, tearing at his flesh and blood, encroaching on his mind, and obliterating his reason!

Trembling uncontrollably, the bitten lower lip oozed blood, the smell of rust permeated, but he didn't feel the slightest pain, and all his thoughts were the ice in the bag next to the bed.

Maybe...... Maybe, just a little. It's really just a little bit of sucking......

The shaking of the hands and feet implicated the whole body, and the shaking was like a sheep's madness. Tremblingly stretched out his hand to turn off his unkempt head, Yan Zigao held on to the wall and raised his eyes, his beautiful eyes were blood-red and godless, only wanting to cry out!

"Nope." Yan Zigao, who had lost his light, tried to concentrate a glimmer of brilliance, and Yan Zigao, who was trying to stay awake, said to himself, "Give up ......"

If Gu Qiongxiu knew that Tong Puran was actually an addict, how would he feel? Then he was even more shameless to let Gu Qiongxiu save him!

But the thousands of voices in his ears did not hesitate to encourage him to touch the ice outside, and the brilliance that had finally gathered dissipated in an instant, and he began to look in a trance again.

Yan Zigao bit the wound on his upper lip, and the pain of eroding bones came, and he found the hidden needle very clearly, and looked at the slender needle numbly, and when the needle pierced into the thigh with bruises and scars, his cheeks were so painful that he clenched his teeth and wheezed......

The two tremors that tossed themselves, their thighs twitched painfully with every step, their thin bodies were covered by pajamas, and they wiped their wet hair weakly and collapsed on the bed.

Death-like silence invaded the room. Yan Zigao's eyes were like death, looking at the ceiling unrealistically.

There is an illusion that tears will come out if you look at it again. I was so dizzy that I couldn't think of anything, so I fell asleep in a daze.

When I woke up again, I was in the smell that lingered on the tip of my nose, driving away sleepiness and opening my eyelids. A person's face was reflected in the dim light, and with a weird sneer, Yan Zigao was so frightened that he stepped back.

The man had numbed him, and what was terrible was what he was doing!

Nan Hongkuang looked at him with a smile, slowly put the lumpy object on the tin foil, took out a lighter, baked the bran under the paper, and then sucked it close to the surface of the paper, revealing a drunken look, and then returned to a normal smile and looked at Yan Zigao who retreated to the wall.

"Come here." Holding the tin foil, Nan Hong got up on the bed, slowly approached the panicked young man, and coaxed in his mouth, "Don't hold yourself, come here, brother, brother will satisfy you." ”

"Come here again, I'll kill you!" Faced with the temptation from hell, Yan Zigao was so panicked that he pulled out the needle hidden under the pillow, which was the only sharp weapon he could find......

Nan Hongkuang paused at his words, saw the embroidery needle glowing with silver light, snorted and laughed, stopped three steps away from him, and coaxed softly: "Okay, I'm here." ”

As he spoke, he fanned the ice on the tin foil with one hand, and sniffed it close and obsessively, revealing a look of incomparable enjoyment, and his mouth was obsessed with describing the refreshing feeling.

Yan Zigao swallowed water unconsciously, his eyes glowing with a ghostly light staring at the items in the hands of the man opposite. Huge temptation, just around the corner! The blood waves in the body began to roll uncontrollably, and the desire that had been forcibly suppressed for several days broke out in an instant, and the menacing force quickly conquered it from the body to the spirit......

His eyes slowly drifted, and his body against the wall softened, and he couldn't even hold the needle in his hand steadily, falling on the crumpled sheets.

Finding that the lost boy had lost his control, Nan Hongkuang approached with a wicked smile, put the thing under the tip of his delicate nose, and whispered like a lover who cherished his bones: "Good, brother loves you." ”

Soon after, Nan Hongkuang turned on the bedside lamp, watched the decadent teenager on the bed fall alone, and left the room with a smile.

Still want to resist it? Want to get out of his grasp? Don't!

The dusk is no longer as hot as the day, Nan Hongkuang is in a rare good mood, and when he opened Tong Puran's door, he saw that the dress sent over in the afternoon had not been changed, and urged Yan Zigao, who was in a daze, in a deep voice: "Hurry up, put on this dress!" ”

Yan Zigao slowly raised his head and stared at him, the hatred in his eyes almost suppurating and flowing out. For a long time, there was not a trace of waves, and he lowered his head, looking at the feet as if they came from the hands of a master sculptor.

Whew, what's the point of this feast?

Even though the scars on his face are no longer visible, he is forced to skate/ice at night, and his addiction is even heavier, and he feels that his body is rotten and completely degenerate, and he has no face to meet his 'parents'.

"If you want to go, go yourself." Yan Zigao said coldly, he will think of another way, either to end the other party, or to end himself!

Broken lives and chaotic feelings should have come to an end long ago......

Nan Hongkuang looked at the top of his head, and his heart instantly became angry. Not only did Tong Puran refuse to attend, but also the young man's lifeless tone! Forcing himself not to think about how to entangle his emotions, he forcibly stripped the young man of his clothes, and said in a stiff tone: "Wear it yourself, or will I help you wear it?" ”

"I've got hands, get out!" Yan Zigao stood up suddenly, his green index finger pointing straight at the door, his eyes were full of anger.

Nan Hongkuang's handsome face was distorted, and he approached the angry young man, and abandoned his tone: "Broken shoes still think you are a young master?" Scold! ”

……

Putting on a dress and getting into Nan Hongkuang's extended limousine, Yan Zigao looked at the brilliant lights, closed his eyes uncomfortably, and felt sour in his heart, since he woke up, he was imprisoned in a simple room, and he was a little unsuitable for the world.

Also, it's time to take a good look at what the world is like. Leaning on the back of the chair, Yan Zigao comforted himself sarcastically, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with the first smile in days.

There was a talent next to him, the handsome and noble Nan Hongkuang paid attention to Yan Zigao, saw the warm and pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth, and wiped his lips moisturized...... His heart suddenly burst out, he looked away, and tried to recall Tong Puguo's charming face.

The car was parked outside a villa, the door of the European-style villa was open, and the guests arrived one after another. The waiter saw that it was Young Master Pu Ran, and he didn't ask for an invitation, so he leaned over and stretched out his hand to invite them into the hall.

The hall is lit up with beautiful chandeliers, warm and beautiful music comes from the piano area, embroidered tablecloths are spread on the almost endless dining table, and all kinds of fruits, pastries, steaks, drinks and wines are placed, and many dignified and elegant guests are chatting and dancing on the dance floor.

With many familiar faces, Yan Zigao finally understood why Nan Hongkuang had to attend this banquet. As an actor who wants to break out of the world and stand at the peak of the film industry, how can you let go of the banquet full of big-name directors and actors?

Sure enough, after entering the hall, Nan Hongkuang stood behind him, and chuckled: "It's best not to play tricks, don't let your uncle down." ”

After finishing speaking, as if he didn't know Tong Puran, he approached a middle-aged lady generously, raised his glass and laughed.

Yan Zigao turned his gaze away in disgust, looking for the source of his uneasiness, Tong Puran, an actor who had already withdrawn, estimated that no one would talk to him.

Holding the pastry, after eating almost enough, I finally had the strength to glance around. The guests on the first floor had already found someone they wanted to talk to and laugh with, and he was still standing alone in the corner near the stairs.

At the top of the staircase was a sign that read 'No Idlers Enter', and at the end of the spiral staircase a dim color could be seen, as if a force was seducing him to the top, chewing on the base of his tongue in his ear.

Go and see, you'll be happy.

Go on. There are surprises~

With the expanding thoughts in his heart, Yan Zigao stepped up the stairs step by step, no one stopped him, and the banquet of so many people was probably already very busy.

At the end of the staircase is a long corridor, on either side of which are the ornate gatehouses closed, only one of them is open, shining brightly, as if waiting for someone to visit, silently stored there.

Yan Zigao guessed that it might be Tong Puran's uncle, so he didn't want to go in. After all, he is so depraved and rotten, leaving the province to disappoint Tong Puran's elders.

As he twirled on tiptoe, a low, magnetic voice came from the room: "Since you're here, come in." ”

Yan Zigao suddenly stopped, the voice was very good, but it was embarrassing to be found upstairs. Ruyuandai's brows furrowed, and Yan Zigao, who was standing at the end of the corridor, still walked towards the room, at least he should apologize for the trespass.

Standing at the door and seeing a man in a straight suit, Yan Zigao's breathing was as if he had been plundered, and he took a few breaths of cool air before he eased up.

The man with his legs crossed is really handsome, with a high nose, thin and cool lips, handsome and deep facial features, and a compelling momentum as a high-ranking person, especially the dark and sharp eyes, as if he can see through his heart.

The eyes that made people dare not look directly were unblinking, looking at the young man at the door, and the face of the handsome godlike was solemn and quiet, and there was no smile at all.

Under such scrutiny, Yan Zigao, who was a 'snatcher', was extremely nervous, his fingers unconsciously wrapped around the corners of his clothes, and he didn't even dare to say anything with his head down, for fear of being found out that he was not the deity......

For a long time, the man's white and deep face was still expressionless, and he said in a deep voice: "I haven't seen you for a long time, and you have even forgotten the etiquette?" ”

Yan Zigao's tense nerves finally let go, but he didn't want to open his mouth to call people. The title 'uncle' was the equivalent of life to him, and he could not give it to anyone else, so his newly relaxed body stiffened and did not say a word.

The eyes of the man on the other side became sharper and sharper, like a sword that would be unsheathed at any moment. Yan Zigao withstood the pressure, his clear eyes looked at him, cold sweat broke out, and the scars on his body began to ache faintly.

Upstairs there was only a deserted conversation, and behind a few large trees in the garden of the villa, it was very noisy, only muffled by the sound of the party that had entered the carnival.

"Who are you? What's the matter with me trapped here? Nan Hong, who felt inappropriate, stabilized his mind and said with a cold face.