"The straps fell off."

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"Is ...... OK?"

Song Qie put her hands behind her back and pressed the hem of her skirt, feeling the sight that would almost eat her alive, she could not stand still.

The floor of the bedroom is a very old green flower tiles with traces of age in a darker color, the pair of white and slender legs barefoot on the floor, such as the white jade gelatinous insteps rubbing against each other.

The soles of your feet are definitely dirty.

"Why don't you put on your shoes." Lu Beihuai walks into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

The slamming of the door, not really loud, echoed heavily in Song Qie's ears, like some kind of preview.

When Song Qie saw Lu Beihuai walking over, that aspect of last night suddenly appeared in his mind, he subconsciously stepped back, but his knees accidentally hit the edge of the bed, and he fell onto the bed, and the hem of his leg-length skirt swung open under the movement.

Fortunately, his hands were propped up behind him so that he didn't collapse in a heap.

But did not know that fell sitting on the dark-colored sheets of this appearance, milky white slender arms propped up behind, thin shoulders in the halter lined with rounded bones, straight legs under the skirt is beautiful, will become the days and nights since then charming and crazy dream and reality.

"...... Sorry." Song Qie whispered an apology, and was about to sit up when she saw Lu Beihuai walk up to her.

In the next second, the body suddenly froze.

Lu Beihuai stooped down, diffidently kneeling on one knee, took hold of this slender white ankle, placed it on his own knee, and lifted his eyes, "Feet without shoes are sure to get dirty."

After that, he pulled open the nightstand, took out a wet paper towel, and wiped the sole of the foot on his knee.

Every spot, even the seams, are meticulously detailed.

Song Qie was slightly rough palm grip feet, itchy, white tender toes shrink, want to avoid but Lu Beihuai grip tightly: "...... so itchy."

"The itch has to be scrubbed too, who told you not to wear shoes."

The large hand surmounted this foot, even with a touch of force, not allowing escape because of the itch.

Song Qie originally is afraid of tickling people, and afraid of Lu Beihuai, but was holding the feet and itchy crying and laughing, and finally really can not hold back fell on the bedside, laughing tears flowed down, want to shrink back to the feet, but was gripped tightly.

Laughing is easy to heat up.

Crooked on the bedside of the teenage nose convergence out of thin sweat, long straight legs hanging on the edge of the bed, because of the itch tugged the shoulder halter, and even the thin white straps hanging down the shoulders, laughing up and make the front of the body of the piece of fabric loose and did not notice.

The shoulders rubbed over the quilt through the redness, also because of the cold white joints of the complexion with pink pigmentation.

The wiped feet were like little fish, causing the hem of the skirt to lift, vaguely revealing the corner of the white edge that tended to break free in the large hand.

"Is ...... it okay, it tickles." Song Qie rests her head on her arm, gasping with laughter and feeling bashful and hot and tormented.

Lu Beihuai, as if his vision had been burned, let go of the slender foot in his hand, looked down, picked up the wet paper towel in his hand and threw it into the waste basket, and turned around to walk out of the bedroom.

"Lu Beihuai." Song Qie saw Lu Beihuai suddenly walk away and hurriedly stood up, "Can I take off my skirt now."

"No."

By now Lu Beihuai had already walked out.

The reply had been through a wall, and could only be faintly heard as a low vocal line, as if holding something back.

Song Qie: "......"

He was about to say why when he saw Lu Beihuai walk in carrying his white boardshorts and an old DSLR camera in his other hand, and his head went down for a moment.

Lu Beihuai put the shoes on Song Qie's front, and as he straightened up, his hand hooked up the shoulder strap that hung down from his shoulder, "Will you put on the shoes by yourself or will I help you put them on."

"I, I'll put them on myself." Song Qie hurriedly sat down, bent down to pick up her own socks and put them on.

Long, slender feet bent at the knee on the edge of the bed, the hem of her skirt, which was not long enough, oblivious to the effect her movement would have.

While wearing those white mid-calf socks, long white fingers tugged at the edges of the socks, hooking and adjusting them until they wrapped around the slim ankles, the movement slowed down in view as if teasing the vision, stimulating the heart rate that had just sunk.

Song Qie put his socks back on and was putting on his shoes seriously, where did he know that the sight in front of him followed as if it had caught fire, he stood up quickly after putting on his shoes, "...... I, I'm done."

Just in time to meet Lu Beihuai's gaze and realize that the man's face was grim and frightening.

Song Qie had a vivid moment: "......" What's this, what's this?

Wasn't he obedient enough to the other side! The women's clothes are on!

Lu Beihuai took a step forward.

Song Qie's shoulders tightened and she subconsciously stepped back, "...... What, what."

He saw Lu Beihuai bulldozing closer to himself, pursed his lips tightly in fear, his heart accelerated abruptly, and reflexively closed his eyes, blocking his face with his arm in fear.

All it felt like was a tug on the lifted hemline at the end.

"......"

There was a momentary lull in the atmosphere; the air dreads sudden quiet.

"The skirt isn't on." Lu Beihuai saw Song Qie suddenly close his eyes, his whole face reddening, and thought that this guy wouldn't think he was trying to kiss him.

"Oh ......" Song Qie cautiously opened one eye and was relieved to see that nothing had happened before dropping her hand.

Lu Beihuai gave a laugh.

Song Qie: "?"

"Is there anything I want you to do right now that you would be willing to do for me." Lu Beihuai pulls the chair next to him over, then sits down in it, picking up the camera in his hand and resting his hand up in front of his eyes.

The camera wire frame frames the teenager's suddenly nervous appearance.

"Eh eh eh eh--" Song Qie quickly waved her hand when she saw him like this and walked up to cover the camera lens, "What are you doing, taking pictures without my consent is an infringement of my portrait rights!"

As soon as he was nervous his voice began to tremble and choke again.

Lu Beihuai put the camera to his side and looked at Song Qie, who was walking between his legs, and saw that he was in a hurry to cry, so he just looked at him without moving.

The atmosphere was once again troubled.

But the silence was broken by such a strong and weak look at each other, and at that moment the silence was audible.

Song Qie clutched his hands to ease the tension, pursing his lips as he met Lu Beihuai's gaze.

The man was holding a camera, sitting in a loose position, but the somber silence underneath these eyes gazing at him was like an accusation, cloaked in silence, venting repressed emotions with no sound.

"Sit down."

There was little tone in the two words that fell, and a dangerous undertone pervaded them.

Song Qie's hand blocking the camera trembled, like a dense feeling of awe extending up the back of his spine, and his throat went a little dry, ".... Lu Beihuai, don't shoot."

"So you feel bad and uncomfortable too." Lu Beihuai gripped the slender wrist that was blocking the camera, looked at him and said again, "Sit still."

Song Qie was a little scared inside by the sensation and could only step back and sit obediently on the edge of the bed.

He looked carefully to Lu Beihuai : "Sit down."

Lu Beihuai let go of his hands, long legs on both sides, supporting the chair back up, once again lifted the camera, the lens on the pale face of Song Qie, clicked a shot.

The shutter sounded clear and ironic.

The flash was blinding.

As was the man's style, from the time the secret was discovered it was never covered up again, and violence was met with violence, as if it had been broken, without the slightest fear that someone would blow the secret.

It's a madman raised by the old "Song Qie".

The camera framed one red-eyed, pale, clenched-handed look after another, like prey sniped at by a predator in fear of being hunted.

Until those eyes as clear as glass crashed into the focus of the camera, mixed with timidity and tears, but pursed lips and clenched teeth look, the shutter hand paused for a moment.

"Lu Beihuai, you've worked so hard these past few years, staying by my side will get you a future degree from a prestigious foreign university, my parents' financial support and trust, just ...... aren't you afraid I'll tell my parents?"

Song Qie felt like she was literally sitting on her hands, and could only grip her knees tightly, the words trembling terribly with a sobbing tone.

"It doesn't matter." Lu Beihuai put down the camera, "I don't care right now."

His dad might not restrain him anymore.

Just as well. He's free.

Song Qie: "......" is dead, big brother emo, but not decadent ah!

This if a decadence line error let ' Song Qie ' parents disappointed how to do, Lu Beihuai can only be the pro pup ah! Such a huge family business must be revitalized.

"How can it not matter, what if you succeed later? I promise you you'll get whatever you want." Song Qie simply stood up, took a small step forward, and tentatively raised her hand, unmoving, to cover the camera lens with her palm.

Lu Beihuai scanned the hand and raised his eyes to Song Qie : "Now you're coaxing me like this and apologizing to me, are you hoping that I'll like you?"

Song Qie: "."

That won't be necessary. Just make peace.

"Do you think I would like an abuser, am I a masochist? I don't have Gomorrah syndrome." Lu Beihuai puts the camera gently on his shoulder and swings his chair, "I'm not afraid to tell you about the punching thing."

"It's good for you to sue."

"It's good that Uncle Song and Aunt Song hate me."

The face in the hospital room, the words with the doctor, flashed through his mind:

-Even if your father's bone marrow transplant is successful, it won't be long before he's alive, son, so be prepared.

There was the sound of a chair being shifted and a slight sound of feet on the ground.

"There's nothing for me to remember anyway."

The room was dimly lit and the light on the wall suddenly flickered twice.

The tall boy rocking the chair rested his camera on his shoulder, the back of the hand holding it covered in bruises as well as the gauze bandaged arm, eyes downcast, hair obscuring the outline of his eyes.

Saying words that sound spontaneous but mournful to the core.

In this moment, the aesthetics of decadence seemed to take on a figurative form, a paradoxical one under the face that could be humble and tender to the point of no return, but also cold-blooded and vicious in its swinging of the fists.

"Yes."

Lu Beihuai moves with a lurch, the chair's feet 'ta-da' back into place, and the teenager standing between the legs bends down and takes his other hand, his hands attempting to wrap around his, holding the camera in his hands alongside him.

These hands are smaller, barely covering the backs of the hands.

The long legs that came together under the skirt were blindingly white, and the hem of the skirt skimmed slightly over the back of her hand.

Song Qie grabbed Lu Beihuai's hand with both of his, slowly lifted it up, pressed the camera lens against his forehead, and with his hand, pressed the shutter button.

'Click'.

It was as if they had fired a shot towards each other.

The heart dropped heavily.

Lu Beihuai didn't move, slowly lifting his eyes to the translucent eyes staring at him from the camera, like the only light in this dark square.

"I told you, I'll donate bone marrow to your dad, I'll help you, no one will bully you anymore because of who you supposedly are, there's still something worth keeping in this world, and there's still a lot of beauty you haven't seen yet."

Song Qie smoothed out her nervous, fluttering heartbeat and added, "I ...... would like you, too."

No matter what, lull and coax.

At least make Lu Beihuai feel better about himself.

Breathing heavily through the thin clothing, the staccato beat of the heartbeat close at hand was heard so clearly that even the hand that held the camera was shaking.

Underneath the heartbeat, the voice falling overhead was clean and gentle.

The almost whispered tone of the confession seemed youthful, shaking something.

Lu Beihuai laughed again as he took Song Qie's hand and pulled it into his arms, "You like me so I have to like you?"

Song Qie was caught off guard and sat on Lu Beihuai's lap, and because she was wearing a skirt, when she sat on one of the legs, she felt the hard thigh muscles, and her whole body burned up.

It was like a rush of heat to his head, and he reflexively tried to stand up, but was held down by a grip on his waist and not allowed to go.

Large hands grasped this slender waist completely, as if a little more force could have left a mark.

His body suddenly became stiff, and his eyes swept over Lu Beihuai s face, "I ...... didn t say that."

Well, it didn't work.

How could Lu Beihuai possibly like a bully like ' Song Qie '.

This doesn't work, that doesn't work, coaxing doesn't work, the knife and the gun don't work, it's harder to coax than the object.

You've gone out of your way to wear a dress yourself.

"Now that you know my attitude, you can choose not to like me." Lu Beihuai gripped this waistband, the slightly cool skin shivering slightly, "Or you can go back and sue me and get rid of me, whatever you want."

He inadvertently swept his eyes, parted on both sides of the knee of the long white legs ruffled skirt can no longer hide, his eyes deepened a few more.

How can there be a boy with such clean skin.

"I won't sue." Song Qie said and pursed her lips, lowering her eyelids, "Can't we just have a conversation, can't we just be good friends with me when I've corrected everything?"

"If an apology from the abuser can make the victim forgive, what do we need the police for?" Lu Beihuai raised his camera again with his free hand, leaning his body to the side and snapping at Song Qie again.

The 'clicks' and flashes were irritating to hear.

Song Qie raised her hand and directly snatched the camera in Lu Beihuai's hand, staring at him in shame and anger: "...... I did bully you, so you're going to bully me as well, so, so what's the difference between you and me like this."

The pretty teenager sitting on his knees, clutching the camera tightly, was annoyed, the tip of his nose stained with thin sweat, perhaps from the heat, and his glassy beaded pupils shining brightly.

Originally wearing a camisole, this raised his hand, the thin white straps and dropping shoulders. Physique thin and slender, camisole undershirt position loose a piece, but they are completely unaware, but also stared at the person in front of them.

It's unkillable.

"Well, you taught me." Lu Beihuai's lips tugged at the corners.

"You ......" Song Qie said, unable to speak, and thought again, trying to coax a little more.

Just as he was thinking of what to say, he felt a rough hand brush against his shoulder, tickling it a little, and he couldn't help but shudder and look at Lu Beihuai in surprise.

"The shoulder strap fell off." Lu Beihuai hooked the sling back over her shoulder from her thin white arm.

"So you mean forgive me by getting back at me for what I did to you?" Song Qie hurriedly got off her lap while Lu Beihuai wasn't holding him and stood back two steps slightly with her camera in her arms, staring at him warily.

"What do you think?"

Song Qie hears the question thrown back, pursing his lips for a moment of silence, the thought of asking him to get down on his stomach as a dog, suddenly his expression is a little subtle, he looks over to Lu Beihuai, seeing the man's physique, and thinks and thinks.

"...... I don't have to be a dog if I'm wearing a dress."

Lu Beihuai raised an eyebrow.

Song Qie was a bit torn: "You, you are so heavy, if you crush me, it's not cost-effective."

Lu Beihuai remained in this sitting position without moving, his eyes fell on Song Qie standing a few paces away, and met that pair of alert and bright eyes, the dress was like a layer of pathetic filter for him, his small face was white, his body was thin and weak.

Obviously this guy was the abuser in the old days.

Now it's like a victim, red-eyed, a little angry but teary-eyed, clutching the camera and just looking at himself.

"Young master is right."

Song Qie's eyes lit up when he heard Lu Beihuai say that! Then he saw Lu Beihuai waving at him.

"Come here."

Lu Beihuai leaned back loosely in his seat and said just that.

Song Qie hesitated for a moment, holding the camera and slowly moving over, "...... How is it?"

Lu Beihuai pulls him between his legs and his body freezes.

Warm breath fell right on the position of the exposed navel, perhaps the fever has not long gone, the side of the leg touched the thigh through the thin pants can also feel the higher body temperature, such a slight touch, are pervaded by the aura of danger.

The camera in his arms felt like a sense of security, held tightly without moving, and carefully lowered his eyes to see Lu Beihuai leaning against the back of the chair, holding his wrist, absently raising his eyes to his own.

He was obviously sitting, looking up at himself, but it was like a wild animal catching its prey, with a sense of mastery that could not be escaped.

"Naturally I don't want you to be a dog, but I can't swallow it, I get sad and angry too."

Song Qie wanted to say something, "...... me, I know, so tell me what else you want me to do."

What tricks can be used! He'll see how far he has to go with his cheek.

"Next time you wear a little blue dress, I'll put pantyhose on you." Lu Beihuai stares at him, "It's okay if I squat down and put them on you, or if your feet are on my legs and I put them on you."

Song Qie : "......?"

This pervert.

To not go into so much detail.

But right! At least it's better than punching him!

He suddenly had a feeling of relief, but not wanting Lu Beihuai to find out what was on his mind, he pretended to be aggrieved and lowered his head, "...... Making me wear a skirt again, isn't this humiliating me?"

Lu Beihuai saw Song Qie, standing between his legs, about to cry out, "You can leave it on."

Obviously it was this guy himself who proposed the punishment to him, and now he made the blushing look of welcoming and rejecting, no matter it was in the past or present, it was all cloaked in this harmless and pretty face to make a bad accusation.

Song Qie glimpsed the firm arm resting on his knee hidden and taut with muscle lines, like a silent threat, and he shivered, "...... wear, I wear."

"Now take off your skirt."

Song Qie hugged herself in shock, wide-eyed, "Is ...... here, here?"

Lu Beihuai: "What, do you want me to change your dress?"

Song Qie quickly waved her hand, "No, no, you're too kind." He was relieved, good eh, he can take it off, "Do you want me to put the skirt back in the bag for you?"

"No need." Lu Beihuai stood up and took the camera out of Song Qie's hand.

When Song Qie saw him take away the camera, she thought of the photos she had just taken and panicked, raising her hand to take them away, "That photo of mine--"

Lu Beihuai raises his camera to the situation.

Song Qie jumped twice, but his hands were too short to reach, so he glared at Lu Beihuai in anger, but when he met these dark and cold eyes, he silently gave in: "Will you delete the photos?"

"Why did you delete it?"

"I can't be pictured in a dress!"

Lu Beihuai put the camera behind him, "I'll see for myself." After saying that, he turned around and left the room.

Song Qie: "......"

See for yourself? There's nothing to see.

Changing a dress is just a matter of minutes.

In the living room, Lu Beihuai is sitting on a small red chair, leaning forward with his legs naturally spread, looking down at something with an old camera, watching intently.

"...... that, the dress I changed out of."

Lu Beihuai was averting his eyes from the halter dress in the photo, and when he looked up, he saw Song Qie standing in the doorway of his bedroom with the dress in her hand, standing in a formal and well-behaved manner, "Well, put it next to it."

"The hangtag on the dress is missing."

"No refunds."

"Hmm?"

Lu Beihuai put down his hand, put the camera down between his legs, and met Song Qie's puzzled look, "It's just for you to wear, do you think you'll only wear it once? Keep it for next time."

Song Qie's head buzzed and her expression froze, then she stared at Lu Beihuai.

"It's okay if you don't want to wear it." Lu Beihuai lowered his head and continued to fiddle with his camera.

"And would you be happy if I wore it?"

Lu Beihuai looked at the pair of white boardshorts that stopped in front of him without looking up, "Will."

Song Qie breathed a sigh of relief, that line that line, not in vain, he bent down and squatted in front of Lu Beihuai, holding his head tilted his head and asked, "Then can there be a little, forgive me?"

By the way, hold out your finger and compare a little bit.

The teenager crouching in front of him looked like a small animal, tilting his head, with curiosity in his eyes, and carrying a clean purity that he hadn't seen before, calling for curiosity as to whether or not love had really changed in such a way.

Turning an evil-doing demon into a docile little sheep.

Lu Beihuai's eyes moved with the white finger, then suddenly realized what he was thinking, he looked back to his camera, and was about to blurt out 'no', but then changed his mind at the last minute.

"A little bit."

If we say no, then won't there be no retaliation next time we don't get to wear it?

How could he let Song Qie off so easily.

"Can I delete that photo?" Song Qie don't even know what this guy just took, think about it all, social death, he really is cheeky as hell, even wearing a skirt!

"Depends on how you behave."

"...... That's fine." Song Qie hesitated for a moment, then added, "Then you mustn't show it to anyone else."

Lu Beihuai glanced up at him, "No."

After saying that, he looked down and continued to flip through the ones he had just taken.

Song Qie stood up half-heartedly, seeing Lu Beihuai watching so seriously, muttered in a low voice: "...... don't know what's so good to see."

Perhaps this was heard, Lu Beihuai looked up at him with deep eyes and raised his camera.

Song Qie was so scared that she blocked her face, "...... Look at you, I won't bother you anymore."

If you don't say it, don't say it. Why do you have to scare people.

He turned around and picked up his own tablet to brush up on his questions, and he wasn't going to leave, all to this extent, then give Lu Beihuai another good impression, after all, still sick must be taken care of.

......

It's late at night, and outside the window is the clamor of cicadas.

The lighting in the living room was old, dim, and not very bright.

"Lu Beihuai, did you take your pills?"

"......"

"Beihuai, would you like some water?"

"......"

"Beihuai, do you want to brush up? I'll teach you."

"......"

"Beihuai, are you taking a break?"

"......"

"Beihuai, do you need a massage?"

There was silence in the air for a short while.

Song Qie see Lu Beihuai or not pay attention to themselves, the whole night just holding that broken camera in the look look, not study, ask what is not answered, is thinking forget it, they are so sleepy.

"To."

"Hmm? "

He froze, to the side to look at Lu Beihuai, the moment of confrontation, straight into that pair of obscure eyes, inexplicable dangerous atmosphere permeates the open, as if he said a sentence should not be said.

Lu Beihuai stared at the bewilderingly beautiful face, unblinking, and said again, "I want it."