One more time.

It was evening, and the sky was streaked with flaming clouds that shrouded the entire bedroom in scarlet.

The air conditioning wasn't very cold, and the temperature inside rose higher and higher, filling the air with a sticky, moist vapor.

Ji Su was lying on the bed soaking wet, as if he had just come out of the water, the liquid turning the dark sheets a little darker.

His waist and hips were narrow, so narrow that they could be controlled with one hand, and his long, straight legs were set high in the air, his broad palms gripping his thighs with ease.

But he was sweating too much, the snow-white soft leg flesh became wet and slippery, so slippery that it was almost impossible to hold it, so he could only push a little bit harder, and his bony fingers made sharp fingerprints on the leg flesh.

Ji Su with uncontrollable sobbing, so hard that he stomped his legs, but the big hand that held him was like an iron vice that could not be shaken, no matter how much he struggled, he could not break free.

In Gu Zhao's hands, he seems to have become a mindless doll that can only be manipulated.

After a long time, Gu Zhao pressed down to kiss him again, his hot tongue probing into the wet mouth, stirring fiercely and heavily in every direction.

Ji Su was forced to crane her slender neck, even a pitiful whimper caught in her throat, until her eyes went white and she could barely catch her breath.

Gu Zhao pulled back a little, the dark color of his eyes like a fine, dense net, binding the person underneath him securely.

He ruffled the wet hair on Ji Su's forehead with his fingertips in a compassionate manner, and in the next moment, his eyes suddenly changed ......

It was getting late, the last glimmer of daylight sinking into the sky, and the chamber was plunged into an infinite dimness.

Gu Zhao got up, scooped the groggy man up by the waist and walked into the bathroom.

The bathtub was filled with warm water, and with gentle movements he lowered the person in his arms into the water.

Ji Su was a little more conscious when he entered the water.

Crow feather like black thick eyelashes were wet with tears into a cluster, wet eyes half-open and half-closed, thin eyelids red from crying, full lips red and swollen, looks like a poor look of being bullied badly.

He was lying on his back on the edge of the tub, his snow-white, flawless back covered with red marks, and as for the long legs hidden under the water, the marks on them were even more disastrous.

Gu Zhao's eyes looked sullen for a moment before he stepped into the tub as well.

A hot chest pressed up from behind, Ji Su winced, her voice soft and hoarse, "Don't ......"

"Don't?" Gu Zhao gripped the thin waist and moved over to kiss him, "Don't what?"

Ji Su's tailbone tingled from the kiss and his body slipped a little toward the water.

Gu Zhao's lips dropped a series of kisses, "Don't want me?"

Ji Su shook her head feebly, "No. ......"

"Didn't I say just now that you were coming?" Gu Zhao gently nibbled on his earlobe and asked in a low, hushed voice, "Coming or not?"

Ji Su huffed, "Not coming."

"Really not coming?" Gu Zhao took hold of his waist and kindly lifted him upwards.

Ji Su winced, her slender fingers gripping the edge of the tub as she tried to smooth her way out of the water.

But he didn't have any strength in his body, his reddened fingertips curled up, and he slid down and down uncontrollably, sitting deeper into the water ......

After a long time, Gu Zhao wrapped the wet man in a bath towel and carried him back to bed.

This time, Ji Su eyes completely open, lying on the soft and cold silk sheets, soon fell into a deep sleep.

*

That night, Ji Su had a long-lost dream.

In the dream he was still six years old, and that summer he had been sent by his mother to his grandmother's house.

Maybe because he didn't like his dad, so his grandmother even didn't like him very much. In order to please his grandmother, he tried to be good and obedient, and even though it was boring there and there were no little friends to play with him, he didn't cry or make trouble.

He knew that his mom and dad were fighting, and at a young age he already knew what "divorce" meant, and he was afraid that his mom and dad would separate, and even more afraid that they wouldn't want him anymore.

Luckily, Grandma had a piano at her house, so he would sit at it all day long, practicing the same piano piece without fail.

Until one day, when he was practicing a tune, he heard a cacophony of voices coming from the window.

He was curious, but still didn't go out to look, just continued to sit by the window and play piano music.

The car roared to life, and he couldn't help but twist his head, his eyes looking out the window.

Just as a black sedan passed by the window, a head stuck out of the window, and a boy, skinny and out of shape, was staring at him unblinkingly with dark, glowing eyes.

That look should clearly be unfamiliar, but he inexplicably felt familiar ......

Ji Su slept until after eleven o'clock at night, and woke up a little dazed.

How could he suddenly dream about something so long ago and about a strange little boy?

A few moments later, consciousness returned and he realized that his calf was being held in Gu Zhao's hand and played with.

Slim straight calves, leg flesh snow white and delicate, skin surface glowing with a jade-like warm luster.

Ji Su instinctively tried to draw back his leg, and just as he moved, an indescribable soreness and rising numbness surged up in unison, causing his scalp to go numb.

"Awake?" Gu Zhao raised his eyes, "How do you feel?"

Ji Su breathlessly replies, "It hurts ......"

Gu Zhao leaned in a little closer, "Let me see."

Ji Su immediately folded his knees together to keep his opponent from looking.

"Baby, let me see." Gu Zhao leaned over and kissed him, coaxing in a low voice, "Let's see if there are any injuries."

Ji Su didn't have the strength to push back, so she had to half-push and half-let him check it out.

Gu Zhao narrowed his dark eyes slightly, his voice hoarse, "It's okay."

Ji Su retracted her leg, accidentally tugging at a sore muscle, and sucked in another painful breath.

"Are you hungry?" Gu Zhao kissed the reddened knee soothingly, "There's chicken soup still warm in the pot."

It was only after saying that that Ji Su felt hungry and raised her hand to touch her thinly sliced stomach.

Gu Zhao's throat twitched as he watched him move, the image of his stomach bulging just now coming to mind.

Ji Su was about to get up, but suddenly remembered that he had nothing to wear underneath, and raised his hand to wrap the thin quilt around his body tightly, "You go out first, I'll put on some clothes."

"Out?" Zhao Gu smirked, "Is there any part of you that I haven't seen before?"

Not only have I seen it, but I've touched it, kissed it, and scrutinized every inch of it.

Ji Su reddened her ears, "I don't care, you're not allowed to watch me change."

Gu Zhao let out a "tsk" and opened the closet to find him some clothes.

Ji Su's sharp eyes saw what appeared to be a skirt hanging inside, but it was only a flash and the door closed.

Gu Zhao opened the other closet and fished his shirt out of it and handed it to him.

Ji Su took the shirt, "And the shorts."

"I washed my shorts." Gu Zhao returned absently, "My shirts are long enough for you to wear without shorts."

Ji Su thought for a moment and, without continuing to squirm, changed into a loose-fitting black shirt with a hem that just covered the base of her thighs.

Gu Zhao carries him to the dining room and sits him in a chair.

Ji Su carefully adjusts his posture to sit more comfortably.

The whole chicken was simmered for a few hours, the chicken meat was stewed softly, the original chicken soup was extremely delicious, a sip could be fresh off the tongue.

Ji Su drank a small bowl of chicken soup and ate half a bowl of noodles with shredded bok choy and chicken, licking the corners of her lips in satisfaction.

Gu Zhao faintly said, "Not bad, all finished."

Ji Su instantly recalled certain moments when the low, magnetic voice in her ear complimented, "Good girl Baby, it's all gone in ......"

The long, dense eyelashes trembled, and the tips of the white ears were tinted with a layer of scarlet.

Gu Zhao looked at him, "Are you full?"

Ji Su nodded, "Full."

Gu Zhao laughed imploringly, "But I'm not full yet."

"Then go ahead and eat." Ji Su wipes her fingers clean with a wet wipe, "Is the pot empty?"

Gu Zhao didn't answer his question and started settling scores, "What made you think of watching those videos?"

Ji Su blinked her eyelashes and returned truthfully, "For wanting to learn."

"That's how much you want to do it with me?" Gu Zhao smiled, "How long has it been planned?"

"It's not ...... I'm ......" Ji Su was a bit confused to explain for a moment, "I'm just afraid that you won't be able to ......"

"So what do you think, what did I just do?" Gu Zhao leaned back in his chair, "How did it compare to that man in the video?"

Ji Su's ears heat up and she averts her eyes, "Just, just okay ......"

Actually it's not okay, it's very okay.

In every way, it's terribly strong.

He fainted several times later in disgrace, and definitely not because he was too weak ......

Gu Zhao repeated word for word, "Still, okay?"

"I'm sleepy." Ji Su realized something was wrong and changed the subject, "I want to go back and go back to sleep."

Gu Zhao looked at him for a few seconds and carried him back to the bedroom.

Ji Su couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh as her body went to bed.

Gu Zhao asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"It still hurts." Ji Su's tone is slightly whiny and sounds like she's pouting, "I blame you for being too that ......"

Gu Zhao asked rhetorically, "Too which?"

Ji Su pursed her lips and refused to speak again.

"Turn over." Gu Zhao sat up on the bed, "I'll give you a squeeze."

Despite being bullied into tears just now, Ji Su's defenses are still far from adequate at this moment.

He obediently rolled over and flopped onto his back, "Then squeeze gently oh ......"

The hem of his black shirt scuttled upward with his movements, revealing the flesh of his fingerprint-covered legs and a thin, dimpled waist that made his hips look more and more round and perky.

Gu Zhao's eyes darkened and he didn't move as he leaned over and started rubbing through his shirt, starting at his shoulders.

He deliberately eased the force, but Ji Su still grunted in pain.

Gu Zhao motioned, "I'll do it more gently."

Searing palms brushed over raised butterfly bones and rubbed down the lean spine.

The slender waist was pinched and Ji Su ducked to the side, "It's a little itchy, skip here."

"Good." Gu Zhao answered, stretching his arm and pulling open the bedside drawer from which he removed the essential oils, unscrewing them and dropping two drops onto his lap.

Ji Su was cooled down a bit and asked with a sideways glance, "What's that?"

"Essential oil." Gu Zhao returned in a serious tone, "To invigorate blood circulation."

Ji Su plopped back down and continued to enjoy his massage.

Gu Zhao The force on his hand was not too light, and he grew accustomed to it, drifting off to sleep on the pillow.

Gu Zhao's eyes were lowered, and a nasty smile curled on his lips.

In the next second, Ji Su suddenly came to his senses and gasped, "Gu Zhao!"

Searing breath spraying the back of the sensitive neck, Gu Zhao answered huskily, "Uh, I am."

Thin and long fingers gripped the pillow tightly, Ji Su softly tried to win sympathy: "Brother Gu Zhao, I'm really sleepy and want to sleep ......"

"It's fine, you sleep." Gu Zhao let out a low chuckle, "I'm just okay anyway, that's all."