The reason why he really hates Feng Xiao is that Feng Xiao gave him to Feng You.
When he was thirteen years old, he met his father for the first time. The first words his father said to him were: "Serve your second uncle well, do you understand?"
Then he sent him to Feng You like a piece of goods.
It was as if he was not his son at all, had nothing to do with him at all, as if he was nothing.
No matter how much hatred he had in his heart, a teenage boy would always have an indescribable admiration for his father who was like a myth. But when he really saw his father, when his father turned him over
When the goods were delivered, and when he knew what his father meant by "serving", his heart was completely frozen.
His body suddenly fell into a warm embrace, interrupting Fengyang's memories and stimulating him to wake up suddenly.
When he came back to his senses, he was no longer in the courtyard, but on a large and soft bed.
The bed was covered with a thick velvet blanket, white, a bit dazzling, like winter snow.
All the warmth could not compare with the coldness that instinctively arose in Fengyang's heart.
Feng You hugged the frail Fengyang and kissed the back of his neck with a contented expression. His breathing was a little heavy: "Little one, you are getting more and more beautiful."
Fengyang closed his eyes, his eyelashes twitched slightly, and his body became stiffer.
Feng You couldn't wait to enter directly without leaving any room, completely ignoring that the person under him was already as stiff as stone.
Fengyang clenched his fingers tightly, and his nails pierced into the palm of his hand without knowing when, and blood fell into the snow-white carpet along the gaps between his fingers, but he himself was completely unaware of it.
This is just the beginning.
When Feng You reached the point of excitement, he grabbed the leather whip lying beside the bed and whipped Feng You's bright and clear back hard!
Fengyang didn't scream, but the eye-catching blood marks made Feng You even more excited.
He just loves this little thing so much. It's really cute and tight. No matter how you treat him, he doesn't say a word. Unlike the usual ones who cry for father and mother after a few strokes, and some who are incontinent. It's really
Extremely disappointing.
How can this little thing be so cute? It always makes him want to stop and wish he could die like this.
It's a pity that the old stubborn brother always sends this little thing here when he has something to do. It's really troublesome! It's not like he hasn't thought about snatching the person over, but it seems that then, it won't be like this now.
It’s fun!
At some point, the originally white snow-white carpet was dotted with red plum blossoms, making it look like a beautiful and enchanting picture.
The slender young man curled up and remained motionless. His black hair was messy and scattered, covering his face that was so pale that there was no trace of blood.
The originally smooth back was covered with chaotic bloodstains, densely packed, terrifying and cruel.
"Does it hurt?" Feng You brought the ointment over, sat on the bed, and applied it bit by bit on Fengyang's back.
It can't be like this. If these scars don't go away, they won't look good next time.
Does it hurt?
Fengyang doesn't know.
The two extreme stimulations of hot and cold were intertwined crazily on his back, but he remained motionless.
At first, it was probably painful because he hadn't endured it for so long that he had almost forgotten what such pain felt like.
PS: There are some glitches in the transitional chapters. Will be updated one after another tonight.