It's night. On a dark gray simple big bed, a handsome young man, the strap of the bathrobe has been untied, and the young man is lying on the bed unbearably twisting. The clamor in his body made it very difficult for him to endure in the middle of the night! This situation has been going on for a long time. He Xianhui didn't know what was wrong with him, and as soon as it was late at night, an unbearable heat poured out from the bottom of his heart, making him unable to sleep.

He knew he needed to be relieved, and he didn't bother himself too much. At first, after being unable to bear it, he used to comfort himself with the things he bought online. However, no matter how hard he tried and how many times he relieved, he had a sense of impatience that there was no relief at all. In the past month, this torture from the depths of his soul has made him almost unbearable.

Just when He Xianhui almost lost his mind, and his hand was already unconsciously stretched out, ready to relieve himself again, a voice that made him tremble all over, but longing, suddenly came to mind in the room.

"I said that your body has been damaged by He Yunchen, and only I can satisfy you and help you in this world, but you don't believe it. They took advantage of my mission and moved away from the island. You'll never be able to get out of that torture without me, right? Baby, you're so bad that you dare to run away!"

It's Yonghao-kun!!

He Xianhui woke up from his state of collapse, opened his misty eyes, and saw Yong Haojun standing in front of the bed looking at him coldly. There was anger and danger in his eyes.

He Xianhui looked at Yong Haojun stiffly, his eyes were timid but longing, the mist slowly overflowed the corners of his eyes, and he said in a low voice: "Master!"

"You still know that I am your master!?huh?" Yong Haojun said coldly: "Tell me, why did you run away?"

"I, I" He Xianhui didn't know how to answer.

He Yunchen has passed away and has been buried with his mother. His goal in life has been accomplished. Suddenly I felt that I didn't know what to do, and I was left on the island by Yonghaojun alone, lonely and lonely. He wanted to get out of there, leave Yong Haojun's control, and live a free life.

But he didn't expect that after only a month of leaving him, he was already about to collapse and lose himself. He never thought that he had become like this now, that he could not be separated from being M! Without the relief of that kind of pain, it was equivalent to greater torture for him!

"It's very uncomfortable, isn't it?" Yong Haojun looked at the poor He Xianhui, and said coldly: "It's like there are 10,000 ants biting you in my heart, isn't it? No matter how many times you relieve it, you can't completely relieve that unbearable feeling, right? If you leave me, you will be tortured to death sooner or later!"

"Master!" He Xianhui looked at Yong Haojun's cold expression, although he longed for it in his heart, he was also afraid. Biting his lip hard, he hesitated for a long time, and finally made up his mind, looked at Yong Haojun, and prayed: "Master, I was wrong! I shouldn't have left there without contacting you! Master, please punish me!"

"Hmph, did I say I still want you?" Yong Haojun did not waver, just looked at He Xianhui coldly.

"Master, I was wrong, don't abandon me. I, I will never dare again, please let me come back to you. He Xianhui said openly. At the same time, he took off his bathrobe, crawled to the side of the bed on his knees, then got off the ground, and crawled to Yong Haojun's legs, and when he looked up and saw that he didn't dodge, he lowered his head and kissed his shoes. Raising his head, he looked at Yong Haojun with watery eyes, and said softly: "Master, I miss you very much! I miss you very much! I don't want to leave you again! Never again, please let me return to you!" As he spoke, tears were already falling like pearls with broken threads: "I have no relatives anymore, I only have you!"

He Xianhui really regretted it at the moment, Yong Haojun was really good to him. Whether it is in life or in terms of surname, he takes care of his feelings and never really forces or hurts him. It's just that the desire to control him is too strong, and he sometimes doesn't get used to it, so he has the idea of leaving.

But when he really left, he was not as free and happy as he imagined. He was not short of money, but he was lonely! he had no friends and no family. It's okay to leave just now, but when the freshness passes, he misses Yonghaojun more and more. But he didn't dare to go back, because he was afraid that Yong Haojun would no longer want him.

And now that Yong Haojun himself has come to him, it means that Yong Haojun will still want him. Therefore, He Xianhui also let go of that little bit of last dignity and prayed to return to Yonghaojun's side. He really doesn't want to lose this master who is very good to him! Even if he is controlled, he will no longer be rejected, he will be willing!

"I fell to my knees on the bed. Yong Haojun ordered coldly.

"Yes, master!" He Xianhui looked at Yong Haojun happily, although he still had a cold face, he gave him an order. That's a good sign.

Yong Haojun hurriedly climbed into bed, and then was kneeling towards Yong Haojun.

Yong Haojun looked at He Xianhui, who was no longer slightly repulsed as before, but was happy to cooperate, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly felt that this month's separation was not without benefits.

Yong Haojun stretched out his hand to untie his belt and held it in his hand, and then without hesitation, he slammed it at He Xianhui's snow back.

"Ahh Just one moment, he knew he was already Y!

"This is punishment! If you dare to betray me and flee, you will accept the real punishment!" Yong Haojun looked at his back that was already oozing blood, and said with a cold look in his eyes. At that moment, he didn't relent. He Xianhui's escape made him very angry! If it weren't for the help of the demon spirit, he didn't know when he would be able to find this little thing. He knows the body of the little thing very well, and he is really afraid that if the little thing can't bear the torture one day and goes to find someone else, what will happen. SM circles are not as simple as he imagined. If he meets the kind of unprofessional person who only knows about abuse, then he will be miserable!

"Lord, the master is right!" He Xianhui gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and said tremblingly. He knew that Yong Haojun would definitely punish him, and no matter how good the master was, he couldn't bear the betrayal of the slave and escaped.

"I'm just going to give you this one chance. If you flee again, I will really stop you and leave you to fend for yourself!" Yong Haojun stared at the blood-red whip marks on He Xianhuixue's back, his eyes became deep, but he still said coldly.

"I, I will not leave my master again! I, I will be my master's pet forever until I die. He Xianhui said with trembling lips. Yes, he has really figured it out, even after this time, Yong Haojun will not be as good to him as before, and he will not leave again. Because, except for Yong Haojun, the owner, he really has no relatives anymore.

"Well, until you die, you can only belong to me. If you flee again one day, I will personally send you into the Yellow Spring! Yong Haojun said coldly. The hand holding the belt was raised again, and it slammed on He Xianhui's snow back again, and the two red whip marks were staggered.

"Hmm!" He Xianhui bit his lip, enduring another pain, but excited.

The sound of "popping" did not stop again, and on the fifth stroke, He Xianhui let out a high-pitched voice: "Ah!!hh He Xianhui gasped roughly, almost limping into limp.

"Kneel!" Yong Haojun's cold voice sounded, his hand did not stop, and the 5 whips behind him fell in turn. It's just that the strength is much lighter than the previous 5 times. is similar to the soothing after the relief, which warmed He Xianhui's soul.

"Hmm-" After the 10 whips were drawn, He Xianhui released it again, completely paralyzed, and crawled on the bed weakly, panting roughly.

Yong Haojun watched the sweat on He Xianhui's whip-marked snow back, and his eyes became even darker. Untied the restraints on his body, grabbed the thin waist of He Xianhui, who was already paralyzed, with both hands, pulled him towards himself, and with one force, he went in! Fiercely punished this little slave who dared to run away from him! There was no foreplay or pity for the punishment, it was complete and fierce.

However, this did not bring torture to He Xianhui, although it was very painful, He Xianhui had lost his mind in an instant, screamed freely, raised his thin waist selflessly, cooperated with the master's punishment, immersed in it, and couldn't extricate himself!