GBROTAH CH90

The sky under the overcast clouds was a dreary gray, corresponding with the black tombstones on the ground, creating a depressing atmosphere.

The dense crowd stood in silence, each person with a sorrowful expression. Occasionally, the wind would blow past, its howling sound like another form of wailing.

Xie Yuanxing stood before the tombstone, his figure tall and slender, his back straight. His suit trousers encased his long legs, giving him an elite appearance. He was an adult capable of shouldering all the burdens of life.

He silently looked at the black and white photo on it, blinking his somewhat dry eyes, without shedding a tear.

Among those attending the funeral were Xie Yuanxing’s colleagues. They discussed in low voices in the distance, surprised that the man who had been living off Xie Yuanxing had such an exaggerated family background.

Those people were not invited by Xie Yuanxing.

A certain person had said that letting his colleagues know he had lost his husband might make them take better care of him in the future.

When Shen Bianye said this, his tone was light and teasing, but both Xie Yuanxing and he knew the real reason.

Xie Yuanxing would not take the initiative to say that he was a widower. In his social circle, his public image would always be that he was married and had a partner. That way, no one would take the initiative to approach him.

Xie Yuanxing knew that Shen Bianye wanted him to have someone by his side.

The funeral was halfway through, and people kept coming up to Xie Yuanxing to offer their condolences, their expressions mournful, some even more grief-stricken than Xie Yuanxing himself.

Instead, Xie Yuanxing’s expression was faint, as if he wasn’t very sad, and he didn’t even want to continue listening to these endless condolences. He was ready to leave the funeral.

Shen Zheng was still here. The latter had arranged this grand funeral, and Xie Yuanxing didn’t think he needed to stay and manage anything.

Before leaving, Xie Yuanxing looked at the black tombstone in front of him, his fingertips lightly brushing over the name carved on it.

The characters were carved very deep, and even a light touch felt sharp.

Goodbye, Shen Bianye.

See you tomorrow.

Xie Yuanxing withdrew his fingers, turned, and left. He left the crowded yet deathly silent funeral and returned home, his expression as usual.

He opened the refrigerator, made a simple noodle dish for dinner, and after eating, he cleaned up the pot and dishes and put them in the dishwasher, wiping the table clean.

Xie Yuanxing stood in the living room for a moment, at a loss. What next? What should he do?

As for work, the school had given him a few days off. He didn’t have to work, nor did he have to prepare anything for work. In the past, at this time, Shen Bianye would pester him to play games, duo queue.

The game controller would fall from his hands, from one kind of duo queue to another.

The joy of the game would be replaced by another kind of pleasure. He would be carried to bed, and be penetrated.

Xie Yuanxing stood in place for a while, turned on the large LCD screen in the living room, found a single-player game, and sat on the sofa to play.

The character jumped and ran under his control, and time ticked by on the clock on the living room wall. The monsters on the screen had long since died and disappeared, but the character was still in the same spot, hacking and slashing again and again.

An hour later, Xie Yuanxing threw away the game controller in his hands, leaving the game paused without turning it off, and got up to take a shower in the bathroom.

The sound of water rushed. Under the showerhead, the water kissed his clear and fair skin. Xie Yuanxing’s hand followed the water flow downwards.

He bit his lip, a whimper escaping from his nose. The water was very hot, flowing down his face. The steam filled the air, and his eyes were also reddened by the heat.

The person, steaming with hot water, came out of the bathroom with a faint expression. The black tear mole under his eye was steamed by the hot water, red and small.

Like a drop of blood rain had fallen and happened to land on his face, as if death was favoring him.

Xie Yuanxing slipped into the cold quilt. His hair was half-dry, wetting the pillow beneath him. He didn’t care. He closed his eyes, the corners of his eyes a little wet, perhaps from the water droplets on his hair.

It was warm and hot, then slowly turned cold on his face.

The person with his eyes closed turned on his side, buried his head in the pillow, and his body unconsciously curled up into a ball. He actually slowly fell asleep.

So pitiful.

So pitiful.

So pitiful.

So pitiful, so pitiful, so pitiful, so pitiful, so pitiful.

In the darkness, something was murmuring, one sound after another, neurotically, repeatedly saying “so pitiful.”

The voice was low, hoarse, and had a strange, sticky coldness.

Finally, as if sighing, the repetitive, neurotic “so pitiful” took a turn and became…

“So cute, baby.”

Although there was only one sleeping person in the room, the voice continued to sound. The wind blew the curtains, and a corner of the quilt on the bed was inexplicably raised.

Like a hand, reaching in.

The thin summer quilt left nothing to hide. The slightly raised and then fallen folds outlined a long, broad shape with distinct knuckles.

Something was moving under the quilt. The sleeping person was unaware.

“Why is baby crying?”

?

“I’ll help you, okay? I’ll help you, baby.”

, with thick knuckles.”

In the room, that strange voice sounded again, slightly normal, perhaps it had disappeared, or perhaps, it had sunk in.

with a frown, he seemed to feel uneasy, kicking his legs in his sleep.

A cold hand grabbed his ankle. “Shh, be a good baby.”

“Be good, okay? I’m just here to help you because you’re so pitiful, baby.”

The voice chuckled strangely, sticky and low. “You shouldn’t hide, baby.”

“I’m being kind, aren’t I, baby?”

“How can you hide from me?”

The sound of water slowly overflowed. There was only one person’s breathing in the room. Xie Yuanxing’s brows were tightly furrowed, his breathing a little chaotic. He was uneasy, yet something was excited.

“Baby.”

The voice called out, “Why aren’t you making a sound, baby?”

“Is it not comfortable enough?”

“Are my fingers still not right, baby?”

No one answered. Under Xie Yuanxing’s thin eyelids, his eyeballs rolled uneasily, as if he would wake up at any moment, but he couldn’t open them.

He felt like he was dreaming. Something was so cold, yet so hot. It didn’t have the temperature of a living person, and it was teasing him indescribably.

He wanted to escape, but he couldn’t get away.

He wanted to kick that thing away, but his legs were held down tightly by something. It was so cold, his ankles were so cold, but why was his body so hot?

“Do you want something else, baby?”

His consciousness struggled to wake up. A voice came from the dark world.

Something else?

What else?

Does that mean he can make a request?

Can you let me go?

Xie Yuanxing wanted to speak, but he couldn’t make a sound. His body was heavy, and sore, and comfortable, yet it was as if there was a slight dissatisfaction, like scratching an itch through his boots.

This feeling was too strange. He wanted to stop.

“I have 20, baby. I can definitely make baby comfortable.”

“As long as baby lets me kiss you once, okay, baby? Just one kiss.”

“One kiss and I’ll give it to baby, make baby comfortable, okay?”

“Does baby want it or not? Your mouth is open. Does your tongue want to be kissed too, baby?”

“So greedy, baby.”

“Originally, I only wanted to kiss your lips.”

“It’s okay if baby is a little greedy. Baby is so cute, I’ll satisfy all of baby’s desires.”

This person, what is he saying?

He didn’t want any 20. He just wanted to stop. It was so strange. What 20? Such a familiar way of speaking.

He didn’t want to be kissed. He just wanted to talk.

It’s so strange. Why can’t I make a sound?

The next second, there was a slight pulling sensation on his hair. It didn’t hurt. The hand that grabbed it seemed to be very careful.

In the middle of the bed, a person lay in the slight depression, their face flushed, their lips slightly parted, and the tear mole on their face, which looked as if it had been licked red, was full of lust.

His face was slightly raised, but his eyes were tightly closed, as if someone had grabbed his hair and used a little force to make him look up.

Xie Yuanxing’s hair, who was sleeping in the room, moved a little, but there was no one by the bed. The window was open a crack, perhaps it was blown by the wind.

But if one were to look closely at that strand of hair, they would find that it was more like it had been grabbed and rubbed between someone’s fingertips.

In Xie Yuanxing’s room, another person’s voice sounded again.

“Why didn’t baby blow-dry his hair before sleeping?”

“I’m going to get angry, baby.”

“Baby wants it so much, so I’ll punish baby once and not make baby comfortable.”

In the bathroom not far away, the cabinet opened by itself, and the hairdryer inside floated out. The power cord was plugged into the bedside, and the person lying in bed with his eyes closed seemed to sit up.

The hairdryer floated in mid-air without anyone holding it, the switch turned on by itself, and it started to blow with a whirring sound.

In a scene that no one could see, a large black shadow sat behind Xie Yuanxing. Xie Yuanxing was sitting in his lap.

His hands were wrapped around the slender person in his arms, his chin resting on Xie Yuanxing’s shoulder, holding the person tightly and inseparably.

Black tentacles extended from his body, coiling around the hairdryer, and meticulously blow-drying Xie Yuanxing’s hair.

He didn’t know what he was.

Probably a ghost.

When he opened his eyes, he appeared in Xie Yuanxing’s house. He had no memories, yet he was very clear about all sorts of common sense.

The room was empty. He had originally wanted to leave, but just as he was about to, he ran into someone coming back.

It was a very good-looking person. His black suit outlined his figure, his black eyes were gloomy, and on his fair face was a black tear mole. In the pocket of his suit jacket was a white flower as a decoration.

It was the owner of this house, Xie Yuan-xing.

He watched Xie Yuanxing eat, play games, and step into the bathroom. When his long, slender fingertips reached in, he was almost instantly excited, watching without blinking.

Fortunately, ghosts don’t blink, so their eyes won’t get dry.

He hadn’t expected that the person who was wearing a neat suit with a white flower on his chest and looked decadent and indifferent would be so lustful, so impatient to satisfy himself.

So lonely, so pitiful.

And so cute.

It doesn’t matter. Since he was here when he opened his eyes, then he belongs here, belongs to Xie Yuanxing.

He can accompany Xie Yuanxing, satisfy Xie Yuanxing.

The black shadow’s gaze was hot and sticky as it stared at the person in his arms. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. A small black mole flashed on the tip of his tongue. He didn’t notice it, he was too busy looking at the one under Xie Yuanxing’s eye.

He’s cried until it’s red. So beautiful, baby.

Not drying his hair is something he should be punished for. Both his inner thighs and his lips and tongue are what baby wants. To punish baby, he can’t give them.

Then, if he licks the little mole, it shouldn’t be considered a violation of the punishment for baby, right?