Li Chuanning thought for a while, if he could be careful, it would not be that he didn't find out that Yang Haoyu liked him.

He remembers once going to take a shower.

Although this is not very popular in the town, in City B, there are always people who go to take a bath, and Li Chuanning pulled Yang Haoyu over after enjoying it.

He was also afraid of being shy, so he was pulled into a double box.

He stripped himself naked, happily went to take a bath, looked at Yang Haoyu who was standing on the side and hesitated, and grabbed the edge of his bath towel: "Come on, come on, today your brother Ning will give you a good bath." ”

Yang Haoyu reddened the tips of his ears, shook his head, and stammered: "Ning, Brother Ning...... Forget it, I'm not used to this. He looked away awkwardly, and he didn't dare to look at Li Chuanning.

Li Chuanning felt that he was strange, but because he was in Xingtou, he still took advantage of the fact that others were not paying attention, and directly reached out and pulled the person down.

"Flutter-" The water splashed, so frightened that Yang Haoyu directly hooked Li Chuanning's shoulder, refused to let go, and choked on a few mouthfuls of water.

"Look at you weak, little weak chicken, hahahahahaha~" Li Chuanning laughed at him, pressed the person to the water's edge, and took a bath.

Yang Haoyu has white skin and a polite figure that girls like.

It's not thin, it's just very beautiful lines, unlike him, the lines are a little rough, and the skin is also wheat-colored.

He rubbed it several times, and the back was red.

Frightened, he stopped.

Leaned over: "Mom, what kind of skin do you have, why are you so tender?" It's almost broken. ”

He didn't notice Yang Haoyu's somewhat stiff body.

"I ......" Yang Haoyu couldn't speak, his voice was a little weird, Li Chuanning heard it in his ears, as if he had been scratched by a feather, itchy, he looked at this person's skin, and his mouth was inexplicably dry......

It's nothing.

It's just that since that day, no matter how he looks at Yang Haoyu, he feels that there is something wrong.

That's the kind of ...... His eyes will change, and even several times when he sleeps, he has an unusual dream, and the protagonist is Yang Haoyu.

In the dream, he saw Yang Haoyu's red back again......

When he woke up, he was so scared that he couldn't do it.

It's just that taste, and it's exciting, he always looks at Yang Haoyu.

I was thinking of finding a time to make it clear to him.

But......

That night, Li Chuanning will never forget it in his life.

His little follower, a person who was so afraid of pain, fell in a pool of blood and pounced on him to block the knife.

"Brother Ning...... I—I like you......"

His little follower said he liked him......

In the past, he only regarded all kinds of preferences as habitual reasons, but when this layer was pierced, he knew that he liked it......

He too, likes the boy who is a little shy when he laughs and is fierce with him when he gets sideways.

But there is no more.

He didn't have a future with his little follower.

He could only even be tied up and watched him be violated, over and over again.

His voice trembled, telling him not to look.

"Brother Ning...... Don't, don't look at ......."

Heaven to hell, nothing more than that.

He went crazy and wanted to kill Song Zhengyang.

Why is it his little follower, the Yang Haoyu who stood on his side without hesitation, and whatever he said was anything.

Isn't there fate?

It's fate......

He was decadent all day long, miserable all day long, and finally knelt in front of Yang Haoyu's grave for a long time on the day Song Zhengyang died.

Kneeling until the heavy rain fell, he didn't leave.

He thought...... Then accompany his little follower.