Cut off

Chapter 38

When they broke into the east wing, Feng Qisong was reading a newspaper.

The second master of the Feng family still doesn't know what the young master Bai experienced in the false mourning hall, and he is still talking about his leg injury with the old master Xun who just came in from the back door.

Qian Shan rushed in so recklessly.

Feng Qisong's eyebrows just raised in displeasure, and then Bai Hemian, who was bleeding from his forehead, jumped off the bed in shock, ignoring old master Xun's call, and directly hugged him in his arms.

He heard Young Master Bai scolding like a demon: "Feng Qisong, I hate you."

Then he refused to let go of the hand that hugged his waist, and he refused to let Mr. Xun bandage the wound on his forehead.

"Qianshan!" Feng Qisong couldn't get an answer from Bai Hemian, so he looked at Qianshan viciously.

Qian Shan hurriedly recounted what happened in the mourning hall.

"How dare the third child hit you?" Feng Qisong pinched the tip of Bai Hemian's chin and said in a trembling voice, "He Mian, He Mian, look at me."

Bai Hemian's eyes only had water vapor and no focus.

"Qianshan!" Feng Qisong raised his head violently, "Take me to..."

"I can't go!" Qian Shan and Mr. Xun stopped at the door at the same time.

Old Master Xun persuaded earnestly: "Second Master Feng, if you go now, won't your success fall short?"

I have endured it for many years, just for the final fatal blow, if I rush out at this moment, what will the Feng family do in the future?

Is it possible to pretend to be lame for a few more years?

How could Chen Beidou trust him again?

Feng Qisong stopped in his tracks with a gloomy expression, and just as Mr. Xun breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly continued to walk outside the house: "I can settle Chen Beidou's account later, but the third child's..."

"Feng Qisong!" Bai Hemian, who had been in a daze, suddenly grabbed Second Master Feng's sleeve.

He stared at Feng Qisong with red eyes, without blinking: "Stay with me."

Second Master Feng's heart softened all of a sudden, he held the poor young master Bai in his arms, and kissed his blood-stained forehead: "Treat the wound?"

Bai Hemian nodded sullenly, and then slowly slipped into Feng Qisong's embrace in front of Qian Shan and Mr. Xun.

He drilled seriously, unbuttoned his clothes, stuck himself in Feng Qisong's arms, and said in a crying voice: "Second brother Feng, you love me, okay?"

"...Why are you so cruel, forcing me to be your widow, forcing me to guard your spirit, forcing me... making me unable to leave you!" Bai Hemian suddenly raised his head, and rubbed Feng Qisong's swollen face neck, "You did it on purpose, Brother Feng, you did it on purpose!"

As he spoke, he became angry and raised his arm to beat Feng Qisong's shoulder, fearing that he would really hurt his second brother Feng who was already injured, so he withdrew his strength and murmured tearfully, "You love me."

Bai Hemian no longer felt that Feng Qisong treated him well.

Feng Erye is a ruthless hunter, luring him into a trap, and letting him struggle in vain until he is so deep in the trap that he can't extricate himself, and finally stretches out a hand stingingly - if you want to catch this hand, there is no escape.

However, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages is the truth that Bai Hemian has understood most thoroughly since his family's downfall.

He noticed Feng Qisong's feelings for him, and also realized that he couldn't do without Feng Qisong, but he was also worried about the future, for fear that the second master of the Feng family would turn around and abandon this relationship that wasn't even a love affair. So I have always left room for it, hoping that I can quickly withdraw in the future and invest in another relationship.

However, now, Feng Qisong made it clear that he was being forced to give up that gleam of "life", even if his body was smashed to pieces, he had to put all his emotions into it.

There is no retreat until death.

This was too cruel for the 19-year-old Bai Hemian. He was riding on Feng Qisong's waist, wishing he could turn back time and escape from Hualou early, and get rid of the entire Feng family. Just grow old forever, so as not to be in a hurry because of the unpredictable future.

"He Mian, is there anyone in this world who loves you more than me?" Immediately afterwards, Feng Qisong's words were like a spell, calming the ripples in Bai Hemian's heart.

He found desperately that no matter how much resentment there was in his heart, if Brother Feng put his hand on top of his head, no matter how much anger there was, it would die down.

Bai Hemian closed his eyes, and fell into Feng Qisong's embrace, the faint sandalwood scent wrapped him tightly, like airtight wings, no matter how big the wind and waves were, he couldn't shake him at all.

Yes, the Bai family is defeated, who else in the world will love him?

Only Second Brother Feng, only Second Brother Feng.

Bai Hemian suddenly recalled the written note he and Feng Qisong had made, and the two thin sheets of paper were hidden by each of them.In the past, he relied on written evidence to support every day he stayed in the Feng family, but now...

Bai Hemian reached out to touch the pocket of his coat - he always carried papers with him.

"Second Brother Feng..." Bai Hemian tore up the paper in two or three strokes, "Second Brother Feng."

Confetti fluttered from between his fingers, just like Bai Hemian's restless heart.

"Second Brother Feng, you should tear it up too." Little Young Master Bai had never been so submissive. He grabbed Feng Qisong's collar and was embarrassed to even lift his head.

This is Bai Hemian begging Second Brother Feng, begging Feng Qisong to take care of him and not let him be tortured anymore.

"Tear it up a long time ago." With deep pity in Feng Qisong's eyes, he hugged him, the palm of his hand sliding gently along the soft curve, and his voice was as soft as a sigh, "He Mian, I have already written the document. Torn."

Feng Qisong tore up the written documents earlier than Bai Hemian.

That's what he doesn't need.

The written evidence tarnished the feelings he had hidden for many years.

When Young Master Bai first heard this, he was stunned, and then there was light in his eyes, like spring water slowly gathering.

He regained his senses, hugged Feng Qisong's neck, pulled back, proudly pressed his lips to the corner of Feng's second brother's mouth, and even smiled effortlessly.

Feng Qisong voluntarily admitted that he tore up the paper first, that is, he was sleeping under the steps for Bai He - he was the one who moved his heart first, and he was the one who read the love first.

This seems to be an insignificant matter, but it is of great significance to Bai Hemian.

Feng Qisong kissed Bai Hemian lingeringly for a while, and took advantage of the situation to put him down on the bed.

His clothes were half undressed, his eyes were timid, and they were in full bloom like the peonies on his body. Taking advantage of Feng Qisong's unpreparedness, he raised one leg and hooked it around the waist of Second Brother Feng.

He pulled Feng Qisong to his body desperately, straightened his back with all his strength, and finally softened Second Brother Feng's heart.

Feng Qisong leaned close to Young Master Bai, kissed his swollen cheek, kissed twice, Bai Hemian began to moan and squeeze tears.

He squeezed a few drops, felt wronged again, and really cried: "Second Brother Feng, I...I don't want to like you at all."

"En." Feng Qisong pinched his fingertips.

"You're not good at all..." Bai Hemian curled up aggrieved, "You know how to force me."

"Ah."

"Everything forces me."

"Ah."

"What else do you want to force me to do?" Bai Hemian glared fiercely at the smiling Feng Qisong, and before Second Brother Feng could speak, he got up by himself, "I haven't seen your leg injury yet."

Looking back, Huihui was distracted by Feng Qisong.

Now that Feng Qisong had no reason to refuse, he let Bai Hemian roll up his trouser legs helplessly, then saw him startled, and knelt down on the quilt blankly.

Most of those hideous scars were wrapped in snow-white bandages, like rotten pine wood under the white snow, they were broken in the eyes of Young Master Bai, and they were the flaws hidden under the perfect appearance of Second Master Feng.

Feng Qisong's eyes were a little sad, and he put down his trousers in a self-deprecating way: "It's ugly, isn't it?"

He himself sometimes doesn't want to look at the disgusting wounds. They are bloody and sticky, repeatedly, blood clots and blood scabs stick together, exuding a disgusting rusty smell.

Bai Hemian knelt without saying a word, until Feng Qisong tried to get out of the bed, then he moved over little by little, wrapped his slender arms around Feng Qisong's neck, and murmured into his thin earlobes: "You ride a horse!" The day you saved me...was...also like this?"

Feng Qisong's heart warmed up, and he hugged him, thinking badly: "Well, it's much better now."

The implication is that the injury was more serious then.

Bai Hemian grabbed his sleeves and slowly curled up beside Feng Qisong, sobbing aggrievedly like a child who knew he had done something wrong.

He was so bad that he let Feng Qisong, who was injured like this, ride a horse to save him.

How much does Second Brother Feng hurt?

Bai Hemian was so hurt that he couldn't sleep at night because of such an injury, and Second Brother Feng endured the pain day and night without changing his face, it was really not easy.

"Second Brother Feng, I don't want you to hurt me anymore." Young Master Bai thought for a while before muttering, "I love you."

For a moment, Feng Qisong thought he was in a dream, because only Bai Hemian in the dream would be so obedient, but soon he woke up again, because Young Master Bai suddenly lowered his head, frowned and stared at something seriously.

Feng Qisong's head felt a little painful.

But while he was breathing, Young Master Bai really suppressed his limp affection, lying between Feng Qisong's legs, muttering: "Second Brother Feng, are you really good at it?"

"...the legs are like that, why did they become hard?"

Feng Qisong brought Bai Hemian back with a headache, gritted his teeth and said, "Hemian, I use my legs hard?...Besides, can I do it, have you never felt it?"

Bai Hemian had experienced it before, and was still deeply impressed.

He snorted twice, then hugged the second brother's waist again: "That's right, if you don't move, I can move too."

Feng Qisong didn't want to talk anymore.

But Bai Hemian became more and more excited as he talked, and turned his waist to show Feng Qisong: "Second Brother Feng, I am very good. I used to ride a horse for a long distance. They all said that when I did it, I was very similar to riding a horse—"

"Who said that?"

"Just... the people in Hualou." Bai Hemian was interrupted for a moment, and was stunned for a while, "They don't avoid me when they chat, so it's not like I don't understand anything."

Feng Qisong sighed: "You just don't understand anything."

Young Master Bai was not convinced: "I understand. I know you want me, you want me just by inserting yourself."

He clutched his lower abdomen and smiled with lingering fear: "It's a good thing it's you, if it's someone else, I'm definitely not willing."

If the secret of his ability to give birth is known by the second brother, it will be interesting, but if it is someone else, it will be fatal.

But Feng Qisong patted him on the head gently, as if trying to scatter the mess in Young Master Bai's head: "Nonsense."

"I do not have……"

"Where is it so simple as you said?" Feng Qisong couldn't resist Bai Hemian's thirst for knowledge, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I'm afraid I will fuck you until you can't get out of bed."