The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Whether it was day or night, he would shed tears easily, and his head was filled with the smiles of the teenager, those sweet memories, the love words that he had said to each other, the lingering squabbling on the bed, and the last quarrel.

They all turned into a knife, wounding him completely.

It really hurts.

He didn't want to experience those heart-piercing pains again.

At this time, Xia Beiqin's slender figure stood under the street lamp, with his pockets in his hands, and his coat chain was pulled to the top. He hung his head, his chin and thin lips were hidden in the collar, and his long eyelashes flickered like butterfly wings. Like, the look at the bottom of the eyes is hidden, half of his face is hidden in the darkness, half of his face is shrouded in light, and the outline is exquisite and graceful.

It hasn't changed much from before, it's just a little thinner, a little gloomy between his eyebrows, and it looks more calm than before.

"Where are you going?" he asked abruptly.

Shen Zhiyu squeezed his tight hand, trying to calm himself: "It should have nothing to do with you. Leave my home and don't show up in front of me again."

Xia Beiqing said dumbly: "Teacher Shen, do you really want to do this to me?"

Shen Zhiyu became less and less understanding of what he meant: "How did I treat you? I just treat you with the attitude of treating a stranger."

He has done his best to him, so he still has the face to ask?

"Stranger?" Xia Beiqing raised her long eyelashes, and with a pair of dull eyes, she looked straight at Shen Zhiyu, raised her head slightly, her thin lips came out of the collar, and pulled up a cold smile: "I even How many moles you have on your body, and where they are, you know exactly where they are. Are you sure we can still be strangers?"

"Xia Beiqing!" Shen Zhiyu finally couldn't help but let out a roar, his lips trembled, and his chest was violently up and down because of anger: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Xia Beiqing's gaze shot across Shen Zhiyu's face, and finally fixed on his blushing lips. He had kissed this place countless times, and it was sweeter than honey.

Xia Beiqing gritted his teeth and said, "I forbid you to go out."

Shen Zhiyu didn't want to entangle him any more, and started to avoid him.

Xia Beiqing stepped forward, stubbornly blocking Shen Zhiyu's path.

Shen Zhiyu raised his eyebrows, feeling extremely tired: "Let's talk about it, what do you want to do?"

Xia Beiqing still repeated the last sentence: "Don't go out."

Shen Zhiyu said fiercely: "We have nothing to do with you, and you have no right to care about me anymore!"

This sentence suddenly hurt Xia Beiqin's heart. A hideous flash flashed under his eyes, and he rushed to Shen Zhiyu, grabbing Shen Zhiyu's wrist, and dragging him into the living room.

"Xia Beiqing!" Shen Zhiyu struggled desperately, but was completely unable to bear the strength of the young man, and was dragged into the door by him abruptly.

Xia Beiqing was holding him while searching for something in the living room. Finally, he took out a twine from the drawer.

Shen Zhiyu saw the rope, his eyes widened behind the lens, and a bad premonition surged in his heart: "Xia Beiqing...you don't mess around!"

Xia Beiqing took the rope in his hand, then wrapped Shen Zhiyu's waist with his long arms, and directly hugged him horizontally.

Shen Zhiyu kept struggling, and during the period he slapped Xia Beiqing several times, but Xia Beiqing did not react, holding him into the bedroom, and then threw him onto the bed.

Before Shen Zhiyu could get up, Xia Beiqin pressed over and rode on him, then wrapped his two wrists with twine, then lifted it over his head and tied it tightly to the head of the bed.