Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 21

After that phone call, Xue Yu has been feeling uneasy. He felt that Fu Yang was in an abnormal state. If he was found, he didn't know what kind of suffering he would have to endure.

Xue Yu now just wanted to spend the remaining days happily and didn't want to get entangled with anyone, so after thinking for a moment, he returned the phone to the man, immediately went back to the room to pack his luggage, and booked the earliest flight out of the province.

Everything was ready, but unfortunately he couldn't run.

…

On the barren road where frost and snow pressed down the dry grass, Xue Yu's palms were sweaty as he pulled the handle of the suitcase.

When the minute hand had almost completed a circle, a bus appeared at the boundary between heaven and earth in the distance, and it took some time to stop under the bus stop sign.

Xue Yu breathed a sigh of relief and was about to stand up when a hand suddenly grabbed him.

Xue Yu bit his lip in pain and hummed with a drawn-out tone. His eyes blurred for a moment, and when he opened them, he was caught off guard by the man's face, which was so gloomy that it could rain.

The man was much thinner than before, his complexion was pale and tired, his eyes, which used to be heroic and perverse, were now bloodshot, and his trouser legs were stained with fishy mud, but he didn't care at all, as if he had driven here non-stop, fearing that he would run away.

When Xue Yu saw Fu Yang like this, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

Fu Yang's Adam's apple rolled, and he stared at Xue Yu for a long time, describing that face that almost drove him crazy from beginning to end. To confirm that this person was really in front of him, his breathing suddenly became heavy and rapid.

Without saying a word, he grabbed Xue Yu's wrist, returned to the resort, booked a room as quickly as possible, locked the door, and walked in.

The force was too great. Even though he had lost so much weight, the force from his bulging muscles was still frightening. Xue Yu pursed his lips and grabbed the corner of his clothes with his free hand and shouted, "Fu Yang, it hurts..."

The man paused, as if the shout had brought him back to his senses, but he only softened his movements a little without letting Xue Yu go.

The curtains in the room were closed and the surroundings were so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, making the room seem dark and eerie.

Fu Yang hugged the soft and fragrant ball and pushed him against the wall. Without waiting for him to open his mouth to speak, he began to suck on that mouth fiercely. Xue Yu shivered all over immediately.

The man had been running all the way here, his body temperature was incredibly hot, his breath was sizzling. Xue Yu was held by his rough hands, forced to lie on his broad chest, and soon he softened into a puddle of water, and could only open his pitiful, slightly swollen little mouth weakly.

He couldn't even utter a word. Fu Yang's strong and thin arms tightly hugged his waist, as if he was a little crazy. He kept murmuring "baby" and bit his tender and soft lips roughly.

Xue Yu realized later how much of a shock his departure had been to Fu Yang.

Because Fu Yang couldn't listen to him at all, his expression changed several times, and he suddenly pressed him down on the bed, his tone was gloomy and terrifying: "...Why are you running here? Why are you running? What did I do wrong?"

Xue Yu wanted to speak, but couldn't help crying. His snow-white hands tightly grasped the man's arm, fearing that he would fall out.

"If I do something wrong, tell me, don't make me guess, don't leave me."