Chapter 89 Punishment

At the same moment when Ren Zhaoyuan's short sentence smashed into his ear, Tan Zheng's scalp tingled.

Such Ren Zhaoyuan is too sexy.

Domineering with ease, soft-spoken commands, well-thought-out.

If it weren't for the critical situation facing him, Tan Zheng would still be able to indulge in the sultry charm that Ren Zhaoyuan unwittingly exudes for a while longer.

"Zhaoyuan," Tan Zheng's chest heaved, "I..."

Ren Zhaoyuan's hands were neither light nor heavy, and he looked up at him with no expression.

Tan Zheng knew that he could not escape.

He didn't even plan to run away, his tied hands were raised on top of his head, and he didn't move.

"I accept the punishment," Tan Zheng swallowed heavily, looking at him without blinking, "Can you calm down after the punishment?"

Ren Zhaoyuan's eyelashes half-drooped: "Look at your performance."

It's good to be relieved.

Even if you can't calm down for a while, it's better to be willing to say it than to be silent all the time.

A little is a little, a good step is a step.

He had always thought that Ren Zhaoyuan had a good temper before, but this time he really felt it during the 11 days of taciturnity. Ren Zhaoyuan just didn't like to be angry.

Even if Ren Zhaoyuan's attitude softened and the cold became lighter in the next few days, and his body gradually improved, he didn't talk too much.

Nothing happened, there is no reason to pick it up high and put it down gently.

Tan Zheng had said more than once that he admitted to beating and punished, but Ren Zhaoyuan never responded.

This is the first time that Ren Zhaoyuan told him directly that now is the punishment to annoy him and the price to make him feel relieved.

Calm down and get back to the usual state of getting along.

The temptation for Tan Zheng was too great.

He was hooked by such a goal, and willingly raised his neck and obeyed everything.

But even if you feel that you are mentally prepared, you are underestimating.

Tan Zheng was tossed by Ren Zhaoyuan.

Blue veins protruding, Jin sweat wantonly.

The rough gauze and the soft fingertips were very different, but together they pushed him to the brink of collapse.

Everything was under Ren Zhaoyuan's control, and when the flame tip was lightly lifted, it was an unbearable hot current.

He was brought to bliss and pushed to torment, heaven and hell were in Ren Zhaoyuan's hands, but only a millimeter away.

Later, Tan Zheng let out a low growl in his chest, the blood vessels in his forehead, neck and neck burst out, and the muscles on his body stretched out hard ravines, but in the gap where he was briefly let go, he didn't resist, didn't break free, and only looked at the direction with his red and foggy eyes. Ren Zhaoyuan.

Obedience, patience, petition, and bottomless dependence.

He is the most devout believer.

It's a pity that once again, there is no mercy.

Tan Zheng's body uncontrollably bounced upwards and then fell heavily, smashing the well-crafted bed with a muffled sound.

Patience and self-control are at their worst.

But the instinctive reaction was the wind and the fire roaring into the prairie.

For a second when he was about to lose control, Tan Zheng bit his head on the inside of his bulging muscles, his brows that were almost twisted into a knot, squeezed the new sweat, and slanted across his closed eyelids, and finally stopped as he turned his head. at the base of the nose.

Ren Zhaoyuan had already stopped, but the instinct to suppress himself had exhausted the final clarity, and Tan Zheng could not notice it at all.

"Don't bite," Ren Zhaoyuan squeezed his cheeks to let him relax, "Shh, be obedient, open your mouth."

Tan Zheng bit hard, and after two seconds, he slowly released Ren Zhaoyuan's strength and turned his face.

I don't know how much effort was used, the bit on the arm was red and swollen, the surrounding tooth marks were deeply sunken, and blood spots had oozing out from the heaviest part.

When Ren Zhaoyuan asked, he didn't expect that he would really endure this step.

Touching the bitten place with his fingertips, he frowned unconsciously: "How long can you endure it?"

"As long as you calm down..."

"Is it important?"

Tan Zheng's breathing hadn't calmed down yet, but his answer was steady: "It's very important."

The senses of the body gradually woke up from the residual tide, and it didn't take long for them to fall into Ren Zhaoyuan's hands.

The muscles around his body tensed and stiffened uncontrollably. Tan Zheng was ready to continue fighting the torment, but Ren Zhaoyuan first kissed the drop of sweat on his face that was about to flow into the corner of his eyes.

Tan Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then he groaned because of the tumult of his recovery.

Ren Zhaoyuan kissed his lips as if indifferently: "Relax."

Seemingly seeing that Tan Zheng's thinking stopped at this moment, Ren Zhaoyuan's kiss went up and turned to his ear, telling him in two more straightforward words.

In the next moment, Tan Zheng got it all on him.

When his consciousness finally returned to the cage, Tan Zheng thought in his irregular breathing that he had soiled Ren Zhaoyuan's shirt again.

The most important thing is not this.

Tan Zheng's chest heaved lightly, he took off the hand that was tied on top of his head, and with some effort he reached out and pinched Ren Zhaoyuan's fingertips: "Have you calmed down?"

"What if not? Do it again?"

Tan Zheng's expression froze, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said, "Okay."

Ren Zhaoyuan glanced at him and arranged it for him as he was about to go down, but was held tightly by Tan Zheng.

"Don't go," Tan Zheng held his forearm, "as many times as you want, don't ignore me anymore."

"Why are you afraid that I will ignore you?"

Tan Zheng couldn't answer right away, Ren Zhaoyuan untied the tie that tied his hands, and put it another way: "Why beat you, scold you and torture you, you think it's acceptable, only if you can't stand it in the cold?"

"It's too uncomfortable," Tan Zheng put Ren Zhaoyuan's hand on his chest, "It's too uncomfortable to hang here."

"Does it hurt?"

"Uncomfortable."

Ren Zhaoyuan felt the ups and downs of the chest under the palm of his hand, and looked into Tan Zheng's eyes: "This should not be the most uncomfortable time, and the first few days will be even more uncomfortable."

Tan Zheng's grip on his wrist became stronger: "Well."

"I don't know what I'm thinking, I don't know what I'm going to do, I don't know how long it will last, I don't know if it will get better, I don't even know if I will give up this relationship."

Ren Zhaoyuan said Tan Zheng's thoughts at that time, sentence by sentence. Every time he said a sentence, Tan Zheng's strength unconsciously increased.

"I don't know, so it hangs. The unknown is good or bad, there is no result, you can't see it or touch it, and the invisible guillotine doesn't know when it will fall."

There was pain and numbness in the wrist, and Ren Zhaoyuan seemed to be unaware: "Are you afraid?"

Tan Zheng said hoarsely, "I'm afraid."

"I'm also afraid," Ren Zhaoyuan glanced over the bed and the dark gray tie thrown aside, his tone was flat, "When I was lying here that day, I wonder if you would die the second I lost consciousness. ."

He said it directly, and it made Tan Zheng feel distressed.

The more ordinary the tone, the more suffocating it is.

"I was wrong," Tan Zheng sat up and hugged him, kissing his dry eyes, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't do that, I shouldn't just consider what I think should be, in the future..."

Ren Zhaoyuan interrupted him and did not let Tan Zheng finish the sentence "later".

"Tan Zheng, I'm also reflecting. I used to say that you only need to be yourself, but now I'm forcing you to obey my thoughts. The "importance" in your heart and the "importance" in my heart can't reach the same, no one's " important" must be more important. But if something similar happens in the future, remember two things. "

Tan Zheng was startled.

He just wanted to promise that he wouldn't do it again in the future.

I don't want to make Ren Zhaoyuan sad again, and don't want to give Ren Zhaoyuan another nightmare that he can't get out of.

But for him, it's really against his will.

Ren Zhaoyuan seems to have grown out of his heart, which is not an exaggeration at all.

Tan Zheng looked into Ren Zhaoyuan's eyes: "You said."

"The first point," Ren Zhaoyuan put his hand on Tan Zheng's back, "if that knife came in from here..."

Even though it was such a long distance, even though Tan Zheng didn't hurt Star Point, and even though the knife-marked clothes had already been thrown away, Ren Zhaoyuan could always precisely press the spot where he was almost stabbed when he raised his hand.

"Whether you can live or not, I don't want you anymore."

Tan Zheng's pupils flickered, and Ren Zhaoyuan continued before he could speak.

"I will not hold a funeral for you when you are dead, and I will never forgive you if you are alive. You made me depend on you, whether intentional or unintentional, without you, and promised me forever and company more than once, but if you even have your own Safety can’t be guaranteed, so all vows don’t count.”

"Second point, if you die, I can't live well."

Tan Zheng's expression tightened: "Zhaoyuan..."

"I don't seem to have told you about the origin of the AL brand name. What I said in the interview were all deceptive and beautiful words."

Every time Ren Zhaoyuan interviewed Tan Zheng, he never left. Regarding AL, Ren Zhaoyuan said that "every design is a unique love, and AL is the abbreviation of "A" and "LOVE"".

But now, Ren Zhaoyuan said that AL is the first two letters of loneliness, and the combination with the brand's most special department, ONE, is the truest picture.

"I used to think people were forever alone."

"Everyone is an island in the sea. There are sea waves, gulls, birds, trees, flowers and plants in life, and there may be tourists passing by, but in fact there is nothing. The only one who really hears it and belongs to it is itself."

"You made me deny my old point of view, and of course you can make me go back to my old point of view."

"If you die, I won't trust anyone anymore, let alone fall in love with anyone, I'll just die alone."

"If I can't bear and decide to die in the middle, I will leave a suicide note to tell everyone that Ren Zhaoyuan is not a suicide."

These words are too harsh, and they are simply poking at Tan Zheng's heart with a steel needle: "I was wrong, it's my fault, don't say it..."

"If you leave me with your own hands, I will never have anything to do with you again. After you die, drink a few more bowls of soup, and I will not want you in the next life."

Tan Zheng raised his hand to cover his mouth: "I won't, don't say it, don't say it."

Ren Zhaoyuan took Tan Zheng's hand away, stubbornly watched him finish his words: "You remember these two points, if there is a next time, if you still decide to make the same choice, don't bother like this time. , I won't stop you."

"I must live well, and I won't leave you," Tan Zheng paused for a while, his eyes reddened, "I don't dare..."

It wasn't that he didn't give in before, or he didn't put himself in his shoes, but Tan Zheng really knew at this moment what he had despised without knowing it.

That is the love that Ren Zhaoyuan completely delivered, which is comparable to life, no less than him.

He was dead wrong.

Tan Zheng used all his strength to kiss Ren Zhaoyuan, but Ren Zhaoyuan didn't say anything, just kissed him back.

I don't know if all lovers in the world are the same, but there are times when deeply feel that the love is no longer enough, but it is hard to hold the whole heart out to him.

So many words are bleak and weak, only a warmer and longer kiss can be expressed.

To give, to bear, to expose, to possess.

The sound of love is getting stronger, and the night is heavy.

In a sense, love and giving are actually self-satisfaction.

Satisfying one's spiritual sustenance, looking forward to the beauty, satisfying one's desire for protection and possessiveness, and doing things to make the other party happy can also be said to satisfy one's own hopes and expectations from another perspective.

Tan Zheng has always felt that he loves Ren Zhao far more than himself, that he loves him enough that he can give everything, and that he loves him so much that he can give in infinitely. Therefore, before the real thing happened, he never knew that one day he would try to disobey Ren Zhaoyuan.

To be willing to pay more and not let the other party hurt in the slightest seems to be the most powerful proof that you love the other party more than yourself, but from the perspective of going against the other party's will and satisfying your own will, it seems that the high and low positions must be reversed.

In a situation where both parties want to protect the other party, but one party is bound to harm the other party, putting oneself in danger to protect the other party can be said to love the other party more, and it can also be said that they fundamentally care more about themselves.

Selfless and selfish.

"What are you thinking about?"

When Tan Zheng heard the voice, he realized that Ren Zhaoyuan was awake.

I was so tired last night that Ren Zhaoyuan didn't open his eyes when he was carrying him upstairs, he just grunted and snorted twice.

It is customary to sleep until after nine o'clock, but didn't expect to wake up so early.

In fact, Ren Zhaoyuan had been awake for a while, but his body was so sore that he was too lazy to move. Usually, Tan Zheng would have noticed it as soon as he woke up, but this time he didn't notice it for a long time. He looked like he was thinking about something.

"I'm thinking..." Tan Zheng didn't know how to summarize it, so he repeated everything to him.

Ren Zhaoyuan listened to him carefully: "Do you understand?"

"I'm too stupid," Tan Zheng hugged and kissed his forehead, "Teacher to teach me."

This is a paradox at all. Ren Zhaoyuan shrank down and pressed his forehead against Tan Zheng's chest: "I don't teach."

"Why?" Tan Zheng lowered his head and wrapped around him sticky, "Teach me, Teacher Ren?"

With his eyes closed, Ren Zhaoyuan slowly turned over in Tan Zheng's arms, almost crippling from waist to leg.

People who hold back are easy to provoke trouble.

Church apprentice, exhausted master.

Tan Zheng hugged him from behind, and his breath tickled slightly on the side of his ear.

Wanting to hide but being lazy in his arms and not wanting to move, Ren Zhaoyuan raised his hand to cover his ears, and there was a faint smile in his voice.

"I don't teach."

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