At such a time, Lin Xiucheng had a good time, and he asked Chen Xing, "Then what are you going to do?"

Chen Xing shook his head: "How do I know, you teach me, Dad."

"Do you want to take off your clothes first?" Chen Xing said to himself, he unbuttoned his nightgown, took off his clothes, revealing his upper body, and there were still some bruises left when he was kidnapped, very light purple, purple, green and green. A few pieces, the edges of his panties happened to cover his crotch, and he couldn't see anything.

Lin Xiucheng stared at his lower abdomen, Chen Xing understood what he meant, took Lin Xiucheng's hand and put it on the edge of his panties: "Do you want to see it?"

"I don't want to." Lin Xiucheng was duplicitous. He dreamed of knowing what Chen Xing's tattoo looked like. His hand was on Chen Xing's waist, and he couldn't move it away. He let Chen Xing take his hand and slowly pulled it down. trousers.

"Don't you want to?" Pulling down a little, Chen Xing stopped and said, "Dad's hands are really weak."

He touched Lin Xiucheng's half-hard cock again: "But Dad's place is huge."

Lin Xiucheng silently followed the speed just now, pulled down the hems of his trousers for him, stuck under his crotch, and looked straight at the black words on his scar.

Vincent Lim.

This is the word he has to sign every day. It is everywhere, and the familiar can no longer be familiar. This name belongs to him and represents him.

And this kind of Chen Xing seems to be his most important contract.

He signed it, and Chen Xing was his.

Chen Xing was in a hurry. Seeing Lin Xiucheng's delay in responding, he leaned down and wanted to kiss him.

Lin Xiucheng held his shoulders, pushed him away, took a few quick breaths, and said, "Chen Xing, no."

Not yet.

Chen Xing's eyes turned cold. He quietly watched Lin Xiucheng for a few seconds, then jumped off him, put on his clothes, wrapped a scarf, put on a coat, and walked out the door.

"I will go to San Francisco by myself tomorrow morning, don't send me off," Chen Xing stood at the door of the room, suddenly remembered something, turned back and told Lin Xiucheng.

Immediately afterwards, he closed the door.

One year and nine months later, Lin Xiucheng came to San Francisco for the eighth time, but he still hadn't seen Chen Xing.

Lin Xiucheng stood at the door, thinking that if Chen Xing appeared in front of him now, he would kneel down and call him Ancestor.

For more than 500 days, Chen Xing has never been caught by him once. He has to say hello to him three times every day from morning to night. Dad, where did I go to play today? A photo of Gu Qing teased him, and when it was time to meet, he started to disappear. When asked where he was going, he seriously refused: "No, Lin Xiucheng, not yet."

Fuck you!

It was the same this time. Chen Xing was gone as soon as the Christmas holiday was over. Lin Xiucheng asked someone to check the flight attendant information and determined that Chen Xing was shutting down the machine at home, and the most dangerous place to play was the safest place. Immediately came to San Francisco, ready to catch him by surprise.

He opened the door and went in, but there was no one there.

There was a still from the movie "Casablanca" on the table, with the words on the back:

Pop-corn and cokes beneath the stars, became champagne and caviar,

Making love on the long hot summer's night.

The news of Lin Sen also came, saying that as soon as Lin Xiucheng got on the plane from London to San Francisco, Chen Xing went to Morocco.

The physically and mentally exhausted Lin Xiucheng had no choice but to pull Gu Qing out for a drink.

"You don't even tell me what's going on, how can I enlighten you?" Chen Xing covered himself tightly, Gu Qing had absolutely no idea about the two of them.

Lin Xiucheng took a sip of the suffocating wine to himself, what can say, he rejected Chen Xing's plea for love, and Chen Xing became angry with shame?

Lin Xiucheng was not afraid of Chen Xing's regret, but rationally thought that if Chen Xing had a relationship the night before leaving the UK, Chen Xing would never be able to leave.

When Chen Xing was sitting on top of him, holding a heart, leaning over to look at him with wet and affectionate eyes, wanting to kiss him, and the moment he touched the letters under Chen Xing's waist, he just wanted to lock Chen Xing Get up, blindfold him, tie his hands, kill Chen Xing's contact with the outside world, and make Chen Xing belong to him from beginning to end, but such an out-of-control violent desire to invade the other party will destroy Chen Xing, will destroy himself.

So he said, no, Chen Xing.

Lin Xiucheng did not regret his choice, he had to leave a way out for Chen Xing.

But that's not the fucking way out.

"Why did Chen Xing go to Morocco?" Lin Xiucheng asked Gu Qing.

Gu Qing wondered: "Chen Xing went to Morocco?"

Lin Xiucheng turned his face away and drank the wine from the glass.

His phone lit up, and Chen Xing finally had a message. He said to Lin Xiucheng, "Dad, you've gone, find me a cleaner, and clean the room."

Lin Xiucheng dialed Chen Xing's number, and Chen Xing picked it up.

"When are you coming back?" Lin Xiucheng looked at his watch, "Or should I go find you?"

"What? I can't hear it." Chen Xing said, there seemed to be a lot of noise on his side, he said goodbye to Lin Xiucheng hastily, and hung up.

Lin Xiucheng had nothing to do with Chen Xing. He had a lot of things to do in London, so he went back that night, staring at the cleaners cleaning Chen Xing's house before leaving.

When he arrived in London, Lin Xiucheng went upstairs to sleep as soon as he got home. When he woke up, he felt something in his eyes and wanted to reach out to touch it, but found that his hand was tied.

A cold hand pinched his chin and stuffed something into his mouth. The taste was slightly bitter and fishy.

Just as Lin Xiucheng was about to push his tongue out, a pair of lips kissed him.

It was very soft and sweet, and the darkness made people more sensitive. The other party's soft tongue gently licked Lin Xiucheng's lips, scratching Lin Xiucheng like a cat's paw. His lips were slightly open, and he held his upper lip. The lovely lip bead pressed against Lin Xiucheng's upper lip.