Xi Deng avoided Aoki's lips, took out the other party's hand that was touching his back, and then pulled the ripped clothes back on his shoulder, with no expression on his face, "Enough." ”

Aoki took it back with a little regret, but when he saw Xi Deng's expression, he accepted it when he saw it, "You go back and remember to rub the medicine, and put some ......powder on your neck."

Before he finished speaking, he gave the upper lamp a visibly angry look.

Aoki was stunned, in fact, he couldn't blame him, Xi Deng's skin was too smooth and tender, he couldn't help but touch a few more handfuls, and kissed him by the way, but he didn't expect to occasionally look at each other through the moonlight, only to find that he left such an obvious mark on the other party.

However, it seems that he has kissed all over his body.

That's why there are marks on the inner thighs.

Xi Deng calmed down, lowered his head and sorted out his clothes, then stood up and prepared to leave, halfway through, he stopped, "I won't be here these days, Suzuki doesn't seem to be right, I don't want him to find out anything." ”

Aoki had a sneer on his face, but he stood up and hugged the other party from behind, pretending to be gentle and sensible, "Well, I see." Don't take cold water anymore these days, and eat well. ”

Xi Deng was helpless against Aoki's appearance, he sighed, and went to pull the other party's hand. Aoki did not relent, but he tightened his hand, and touched his lips to the ears of the lamp.

"Chiyo Aoki!"

Xi Deng roared.

Only then did Aoki let go of the other party, and he casually pulled off his clothes to cover his chest, which had been exposed.

"Okay, let's go."

Xi Deng glared back at Aoki before pulling the door open and walking out.

He thought of the slippery feeling he had left on his body before, so he quickened up and prepared to go back to his room to get his clothes and go to the bathhouse.

But he didn't take a few steps before he stopped.

Xi Deng's face suddenly turned snow-white, his lips moved, but he couldn't say anything. If there is light in his eyes, then when he sees the person in front of him, the light is extinguished.

Half of Suzuki's face was hidden in his long hair, and his eyes were red, staring at Xi Deng.

"Tick tock."

Blood fell from Suzuki's hand, seeped through his fingers, and fell to the ground.

Xi Deng's eyes flickered, and he watched Suzuki slowly walk towards him, as if he had been cast a witchcraft, and he couldn't move.

Suzuki walked up to Xi Deng, looked at the other party quietly for a while, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Xi Deng's hand.

The mat lamp touched the warm liquid, which was Suzuki's blood. He didn't say anything, and Suzuki pulled him downstairs and into the bathhouse.

Suzuki silently pulled the mat lamp into the bathhouse, and then jerked the person into the cold water.

Xi Deng fell into the water all of a sudden, couldn't help choking a few mouthfuls of water, and then the clothes on his chest tightened, and he was pulled out again.

Suzuki's voice seemed to come from far away, "Qiandao, sue me, it's just that I misunderstood." ”

Xi Deng closed his eyes.

Then he was thrown into the water again and pulled up again.

"Qiandao, sue me, I just misunderstood, misunderstood what happened to you and Aoki." Suzuki squeezed a word out between his teeth.

Xi Deng's lips turned pale, he trembled his lips, and reluctantly spit out two words, "No." ”

Suzuki's eyes flashed with hatred, anger, and disgust, and there was too much love mixed in his eyes. He glanced at Xi Deng's neck and ripped off the other party's clothes, the scenery under the clothes made him almost speechless.

Why is this happening?

"Why?" Suzuki's voice trembled, "Why are you suing me?" ”

Xi Deng gritted his teeth and stopped talking.

Suzuki threw the man into the water again, only this time he went in too, and it took a while for the two to get out of the water.

Suzuki's black hair was wet against his face, and his soaked clothes showed off his beautiful curves. His lips were red, as if he had drunk blood, and he was as beautiful as a ghost.

He swept his hair back, and sparkling droplets of water slid down his smooth face.

"I thought that at least one of the two of us could live cleanly, so I would feel that I was clean too, even if I was sold to Gion, I never hated, but I hate it now, I hate Aoki who destroyed you-

"But I hate you even more, you ruined the one between us—

"You're so dirty, it makes me sick."

Suzuki loosened the lamp's clothes and watched as the man fell into the water again without support. He bit his lower lip and crawled out of the water.

As he walked out, he blinked slightly, and tears suddenly fell.

He lied, in fact, he hated himself even more, hated himself for not protecting the Kuril Islands.

His Kuril Island is dead.

Now that Kuril is nothing more than a youkai who has taken over his Kurhima body.

***

Soon, the people of the Aoki family found that Suzuki and Xi Lamp had quarreled, and it seemed that it was not an ordinary quarrel.

Suzuki never smiled again, and Xi Lamp stayed in the room all day.

Matsudaira shook the delicate fan in his hand, hooked his red lips, and showed a smile, "Little Suzuki and Little Qiandao seem to have an awkward quarrel." ”

Someone next to him said: "This is the first time in the world, and I don't know how long these two will make trouble." ”

Matsudaira smiled: "It's about to be the night of the Oiran, and the two of them are making trouble, so it won't be good if it affects the performance of little Suzuki that night." ”

"I think Matsudaira-kun was the focus of attention that night."

Matsudaira glanced at the man who spoke, and the man immediately stopped.

"That night is the day when little Suzuki officially came out, don't talk too much." After he said this, he suddenly smiled again, "You guys continue to chat, I'll go and see poor little Qiandao." ”

***

Matsudaira walked to the door of Xi Deng's room, first knocked on the door, and then said, "Little Qiandao, your brother Matsudaira has come to see you, if you don't speak, then Brother Matsudaira will come in." ”

He waited for a while after saying this, and found that there was no sound in the room, so he pushed the door open and walked in.

Once inside, he looked around the room, and sure enough, he found a crouching figure in a corner.

He walked over, squatted next to the figure, and looked at the other party for a while before whispering, "Little Qiandao." ”

The boy nestled in the corner, with his hands on his knees, was in a state of extreme resistance to the outside world and to protect himself.

Matsudaira finished shouting the other party, but saw that the other party just buried his head in his knees and didn't move, and sighed, "You two little guys are arguing, why do you have to make such a big fuss?" If you want to reconcile, go and apologize. ”

The boy's low, hoarse voice sounded, "It won't be reconciled." ”

"Why?"

"He's sick of me anymore."

Matsudaira frowned, and was about to ask him why, when he saw some sporadic sporadic marks on the boy's neck.

It looked like it had been bitten by a mosquito, but there were no mosquitoes at this time.

Matsudaira hesitated, his fingers reaching over slowly, stroking over the marks. He picked open the collar, only to find that there were even fingerprints under the collar.

His expression changed, and his voice was softer than before, "Little Qiandao, where did these traces on your body come from?" ”

The boy didn't reply, just flinched, and he hugged himself tighter.

Matsudaira withdrew his hand, hugged the other party distressedly, and suppressed the boy's slight resistance, "Little Qiandao, don't be sad, sometimes people have to go through some darkness before they can see the light." After darkness comes dawn. ”

He patted the boy on the back, trying to give him warmth.

It was a long time before Matsudaira felt that the body in his arms was no longer so stiff, and even a small head was placed on his shoulder.

"Matsudaira-kun, thank you for comforting me, but I'm ...... I can't go back, Suzuki thinks I'm dirty. ”

Matsudaira was slightly stunned, "What...... What's going on? Little Qiandao, who did what to you? ”

The boy was silent, and Matsudaira could only say: "You don't want to sue me sù I can, if you like that person, it's nothing, if you don't like it, that person just threatens to force you to be with him, you might as well sue me, Brother Matsudaira has always been on your side." ”

As soon as he said this, he felt the body in his arms move, and then he was pushed away.

Xi Deng stretched out his hand to hold on to the wall and slowly stood up, his face was unhealthy red, his eyes were like dry wells, and he was not half bright.

"Thank you, Matsudaira-kun, but there's no one left to save me, Suzuki, he's already disgusted with me."