"I'm not Song Qie."

The body is weak and fragile53

'Dropping'.

The door to the hotel room was pushed open sharply from the outside, and the muffled grunts, which could not be stifled in time, were shut out by the door, privately hiding the sound from anyone who might hear them.

The light that hadn't been turned on, the dimness of the heat, the person being carried to the basement cabinet, the tall body pressed against the front of the body.

The atmosphere was ambiguous from being in the dark.

Only the scanty light from the doorway could be seen in the shoes that had fallen off in the struggle, and the slender ankles held in large hands between kicks, and even the one that wanted to hit was restrained by a tie in front of his body.

The slightly drunken upper head from the effects of alcohol had been completely ignited by the urge.

"I'm so jealous."

"What to do, I'm jealous and angry, why are you like this."

Lu Beihuai one hand grabbed by the tie wrapped still disobedient hand, pressed on his waist and abdomen, strong arms will be surrounded by people in the arm, more physical advantage to stand between the slender legs, did not let his legs move.

He lowered his head, burying it in the warm shoulder of his neck, rubbing the tip of his nose against it.

"Song Qie, why are you bullying me like this?"

The paranoid, sultry accusation is tinged with an immersive fascination, at once intimate and critical, contradictory and ambiguous.

Song Qie's neck was itching from the exhaled breath, and she was dying when she felt her nose rubbing against her neck, but Lu Beihuai was a man, and he wasn't gay.

He was scared and trembling, but he couldn't get away, he had never been in such a situation before, with his unseen surroundings and his hands that he couldn't get away from, he had thought that Lu Beihuai was still a little bit sensible.

"...... you do this every time, can't we talk properly?"

Despite keeping his composure, the end of his voice trembled terribly.

But it irritated someone.

"When have I not talked to you properly, well then, you want to talk properly don't you, you can." Lu Beihuai reached down and removed the other shoe from Song Qie's foot as well, then picked the person up in a face-to-face hold.

Song Qie exclaimed, he raised his hands in shock, unable to do anything with them wrapped in his tie, and leaned back inertially the moment his body was picked up.

The back was then cradled back into his arms by the large hand hold.

Lu Beihuai picks the man up, then turns on the wall light with one free hand.

The moment the lights came on was blinding.

Song Qie raised her hand to shield her eyes.

The next moment it felt like she was thrown onto the bed and opened her eyes in shock.

He then saw Lu Beihuai standing beside the bed, eyes downcast, staring indifferently at himself, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his black shirt, the veins on the backs of his hands hidden, his index finger hooking off the gold glasses on the bridge of his nose and throwing them to the side of the sofa.

The movements seemed to breathe danger, and the threat was all too obvious.

His expression fury white, instinctively want to crawl away, in twisting his head when his ankles were suddenly held, the whole person was forcefully pulled back to the edge of the bed, staggered to raise his eyes, straight into the dark deep eyes, before he could react to see the tall body bullying and up.

The neck was kissed.

The feeling of unfamiliar rejection instantly permeated his entire body, his brain momentarily went blank, and his body froze.

"You say nice every time, but what do we have to talk about, Song Qie, it's all you owe me, what makes you nice and what makes you run away from me."

The voice in his ear was low and dark, like he was restraining and repressing some emotion that was already on the verge of faltering.

Kisses fell from the neck up to the tip of his nose.

Song Qie's pupils clenched, and she turned her face away, thinking of hiding.

But there's no way to avoid it.

This guy is drunk and crazy and wants to get back at Song Qie, but he's not Song Qie at all.

"I won't let you go, what you owe me, what you've put me through, what you've bullied me so much, I'm going to get it all back on you."

The tone of the man on her body was forceful, but her lips fell on her cheek with a gentle grinding motion.

The hand that gently stroked the hair, as if it were treating his beloved, could not afford to use an inch of heavy force, and would even ease its strength again when it felt the other's trembling.

Song Qie felt his legs being pressed down, he couldn't break free at all, he raised his hand to cover his mouth hard, his eyes closed, his whole body tensed with disgust, and he couldn't restrain his fear when he was kissed.

Trying to hold back his last line of defense.

Suddenly, the hand covering his lips wrapped around his tie was yanked hard over his head.

The moment the back of his neck was lifted by the grasp of a large hand, his chin lifted and an unresisting kiss fell.

Strong, no escape.

There was no tenderness in the kiss, only vengeance and punishment, and unbidden plunder.

The dim light overhead was blurred by wetness, a halo of light swirling around the edges of the focal point, confusing it along with the fragmented sobbing.

......

I don't know how long the kiss lasted.

Lu Beihuai let go of the person, and looked down at Song Qie, whose breathing was disturbed underneath him.

Seeing this beautiful face with tears falling all over its face like fine rain, sobbing uncontrollably, eyes like glazed ones just staring at him, scared, disgusted, and lips that were the charm of being kissed red, gave birth to even stronger and crazier thoughts in this face.

More so than the last time this man was drunk and asleep in his mind.

Lu Beihuai used the back of his hand to wipe away the tears on Song Qie's cheeks, and then felt wasted, lowered his head and kissed it off, "What are you crying for, what are you aggrieved about, you're being evil, I'm just returning the favor what's wrong with an eye for an eye, you don't have the right to be aggrieved about it."

"You brought me to my knees in front of all those people, can I forget that?"

"You cut up my school uniform and embarrass me every time."

"You made everyone look at me funny."

"And finally lied to me about going to America together."

"You're always tricking me, playing me, lying to me."

Say a word, give a kiss.

Song Qie, trembling, looked at Lu Beihuai incredulously, pursed her lips, as if she was pissed off to the limit, and raised her knees with all her strength to try to push him away.

Ankle but was easily crushed.

He felt the pain, his delicate face wrinkled from the pain, tears trembling and dripping from his lashes, gasping frantically, already so angry that his mind was foggy, and moving his hands futilely as they were pressed against his head.

One can only glare at Lu Beihuai in annoyance : "You're disgusting! I hate you."

The words were like a fuse that went 'bang' and completely set the sugar-coated bomb ablaze.

Song Qie was about to say more when he was hooked in his knee socket, and the moment he was lifted he stared in fear:

"...... Lu Beihuai!"

"Hate me?" Lu Beihuai gripped the slender waist of this section, his eyes dark and brooding as he laughed, "Then you hate me completely."

A little bit of stripping away what's in the way.

Lu Beihuai stared at the face on his body, with nothing but intense possessiveness in his mind under the effect of alcohol.

"No ......" Song Qie eyelids slightly closed, face instantly white, frantically shaking his head, unable to move his arms and legs so that he does not have the slightest sense of security, tears unconsciously flowed down, the bottom of his eyes reflected Lu Beihuai's appearance, the bottom of his heart is difficult to suppress the Hate.

So annoying.

...... So annoying.

So annoying.

He tried to curl his body up, but found that the threatened position prevented him from moving, and the moment he realized the danger, he could no longer control the trembling in his body.

Lu Beihuai kissed the side of this person like white jade, see Song Qie even refused to give himself a look, even afraid to be like this also refused to compromise, just when he wanted to continue, he noticed a hint of wrong.

In times of extreme fear, a person may not be able to control his or her body, tremble, retch, or even be unable to move and lose control of his or her emotions.

"...... I'm not Song Qie!"

The choking was laced with anger.

Song Qie desperately struggled to break the tie, knowing that she couldn't, but still repeating this action, her fingertips trembling, her wrists were already rubbed red, and her face was filled with tears.

He looked at the tie that he couldn't undo and tears came out of his eyes under the sadness, ".... I'm not Song Qie."

The air seemed to freeze.

Lu Beihuai's expression was frozen.

"...... I am not Song Qie."

Song Qie felt like her sanity had snapped like a string in an instant.

He's never been bullied like this before.

Even if he had listened to his parents before and followed the path they had paved, no one had ever dared to bully him like this.

Came here, met Lu Beihuai to the present was bullied through the aggression, tonight such bullying let him completely broken, can no longer hold back pouring out.

.... Why should he have to suffer like this.

Why did you choose to go soft on Lu Beihuai, a man with a predetermined ending, who was tortured by the "Song Qie" of his past to the point of paranoia and cold-bloodedness?

Then he should not think that he has any hope of being able to reform Lu Beihuai.

Lu Beihuai had never seen such a Song Qie, and immediately panicked: "Baby."

Song Qie falling tears, crying on the breathless voice, trembling mute voice as if it is suppressing the unbearable emotions, can no longer strain to break down and cry out.

"...... I'm not Song Qie I'm not Song Qie!"

"...... Lu Beihuai, I hate you."

"I hate you ！！！！"

Song Qie's clothes were torn and disheveled, the hickey on the side of her neck seemed to tell what she had just experienced, and her almost hysterical cries were accusations of grievance.

And such a cry disintegrates the original desire for revenge, and the nerves snap in an instant.

Lu Beihuai tightly urged his eyebrows, suppressing the other party's hand loosened, the result was to see Song Qie sideways crawling to get up, he hurriedly hugged from behind, the bottom of his eyes had a panic that he could not even notice.

"Baby, what did you say?"

It was as if something was about to break out of the palm.

"Let go!" Song Qie cried uncontrollably, her hand wrapped in the tie was already in pain, and she lifted it up to smash it against Lu Beihuai.

Lu Beihuai Letting himself be beaten, he did not let go of Song Qie, who was trembling in his arms, holding on to prevent him from breaking away, and asking urgently with downcast eyes, "What did you just say? Who did you say ...... you are not?"

The next second, the nose was smashed hard on the head.

It hurt to let go.

Song Qie immediately stood up, only to have his knees weakened as the sky spun around and he sat down.

Lu Beihuai also did not care about his own pain, quickly sat up and picked the man up with his eyes, seeing him constantly gasping for air, his face pale, and his heart staggering with panic.

Also immediately remove the tie from Song Qie's wrist.

The tie was soaked with sweat from his wrists, which were also reddened from the ordeal and stood out against his already pale skin.

Song Qie was then held in his arms and coaxed, gently patting his back to calm his breathing.

One side of the appeasement is still panicked.

"Song Qie, what did you just say?"

Song Qie felt a black flash in front of her eyes, she was dizzy and gasping because of the tightness in her chest, her forehead was drenched with sweat, her whole face was flushed with an unnatural redness, and her lips had broken the edge of her lips in the kiss just now.

He moved minimally, treating it as a struggle.

But there was no strength left.

It was all I could do to close my eyes to allow myself to calm the exhaustion and anger of the moment.

At this time was made bedding folds, tall physique embraced the gasping slender youth, the panic in the bottom of the eyes is no less than the courage that just made a mess.

Lu Beihuai lowered his eyes and saw Song Qie's eyes closed, not yet slowed down but shedding tears.

--I'm not Song Qie.

Why?

How is that possible.

He lowered his head and pressed his cheek against this tear-stained face and asked softly, "Baby, was I too aggressive just now, I know I was wrong, can you say it again?"

There was an imperceptible disorientation in his voice.

But the person in his arms didn't answer.

Lu Beihuai hugged Song Qie's limp body, not hearing his answer, he could only put his ear close to listen to his breathing, which seemed to have become calmer, no, slower.

He hugged Song Qie tightly with all his might, his eyes reddening as his heart filled with a mixture of sourness and hatred.

-I hate you!

The disgusted condemnation felt like a judgment.

"...... Song Qie, Baby, no, you said you're not Song Qie?" Lu Beihuai laughed out loud with red eyes, as if mocking himself ironically, pulling the corner of his lips, "You lied to me. How can you not be Song Qie."

"I'm not."

Lu Beihuai froze, and after hearing Song Qie's voice, he anxiously looked down at him, but when he saw that Song Qie wasn't looking at him, he reached out and pinched Song Qie's chin to force him to look at himself.

Only to run into the man's eyes that were dense with wetness and disgust.

He saw himself in that look, loathing none other than himself.

'Snap'.

Very crisp.

The slap was used with all his might.

Song Qie was so angry that she pursed her lips tightly, her eyes were so red, and her hitting hand was trembling so much.

He looked at Lu Beihuai, who was close by, and was cold, but he couldn't stop his tears, "Lu Beihuai, you make me sick."

Just as he tried to get up, his shoulders were wrapped in a firm circle of strong arms.

"No way." Lu Beihuai was completely flustered, "How can you hate me."

"Because I'm not the Song Qie you know." Song Qie sidled her eyes, but they didn't retreat any further, "I'm not 'Song Qie'."

"That ' Song Qie ' who bullied you, insulted you, and toyed with you is long dead, long drowned in water! You didn't even save him."

Lu Beihuai's head 'buzzed'.

Song Qie said, looked at Lu Beihuai's face, saw his face white and unwilling to believe look.

He tugged at his ripped shirt, his hands still shaking, and took a deep breath, easing the vertigo, and faded:

"Do you think the ' Song Qie ' you know can get into Cambridge? Can you get an offer from Red Feather Capital's TMT group before you graduate?"

Lu Beihuai The feeling of not being able to hold on to something that feels like it's about to escape from his palm, no, from someone who thinks he can't escape, intensifies.

Song Qie glances at his glasses thrown on the carpet, still in his socks, lifts his foot, and steps off the frame.

'Click'.

The eyeglass frame broke.

He bent down and picked up the broken glasses, tossed them into Lu Beihuai's arms, and said gently, "Lu Beihuai, I've never hated someone so much; you frighten and disgust me."

Lu Beihuai s pupils shrunk slightly, and his expression instantly lost its color.