Dorian Yu's Deceitful Game Chapter 10

It was getting dark very quickly, and the misty crescent moon had become the only illumination in the sky. The cold moonlight shone in the living room. Dorian Yu did not turn on the light, and the shadowy bamboo shadow was cast on the sofa.

I don’t know what went wrong with the mission, but Cedric Yu is not here.

Dorian Yu held his chin with one hand, crossed his legs, and dropped his slippers from his toes to the carpet. He hooked them up lightly and hung them up again.

The wall clock was ticking softly, and he suddenly felt the urge to smoke. Dorian Yu had no craving for cigarettes, but occasionally wanted to smoke one to relieve his overly swollen temples.

The navy blue cigarette B*tt was held between the fingertips, and the light green smoke slowly ignited. A little spark glowed in the darkness, lighting up the white and slender fingers.

Finally... half of the cigarette burned out, and a dark gray figure came into view.

Cedric Yu stared blankly at Dorian Yu on the sofa. The man in front of him had another fascinating charm. He was stunned for two seconds before coming back to his senses and said, "Brother, why are you sitting here without turning on the light?"

Dorian Yu held a cigarette in his mouth and his eyes fell on Cedric Yu's hanging hands. He seemed to smell the faint smell of blood. He waved and said, "Why is A Sheng injured?"

Cedric Yu lowered his eyes and stared at the cut on his palm. He applied force and the cut was deep. Now half of his palm was covered in blood. His hand was held by Dorian Yu.

From this angle, Cedric Yu could see half of Dorian Yu's lowered face. Because he was closer to check the wound, the cigarette was held in his mouth, and the sparks were shining brightly.

"Why is the wound so deep?" Dorian Yu extinguished the smoke, and the remaining ash fell with his movement.

Cedric Yu shrank his hand and frowned: "I accidentally cut myself while sharpening the pencil."

"Does it hurt?"

Cedric Yu nodded. He was obedient in everything he did and looked very in control: "It hurts."

Dorian Yu stood up and found the medicine box. It would be very painful to disinfect such wounds, but Cedric Yu didn't say a word and obediently let him move, only occasionally frowning.

Such a person can easily arouse the destructive desire of others, and want to see if he will accept it when he is treated badly, and whether he will cry and say no.

Dorian Yu could guess why this body liked him. For a despicable man, Cedric Yu's attraction was fatal. Being beautiful, vulnerable, and well-behaved are great S3xual fantasy objects.

The medicine was finally taken, and Cedric Yu's palms trembled slightly, as if he couldn't help but show a little pain.

Dorian Yu recalled the plot. He couldn't put his index finger into his mouth to suck, so he suddenly put the hand that had just been treated with medicine to his lips and K!ssed it. His peach blossom eyes flashed with gentle light: "Okay. , does it still hurt?"

Cedric Yu's eyes widened, and he blinked his eyelashes quickly. The overly thick and long eyelashes covered the strange emotions inside: "Brother's movements are very gentle, it doesn't hurt me."

Dorian Yu smiled, his eyes fell on his bare feet, and there was a hint of reproach in his tone: "Why don't you wear shoes?"

As he said that, he had already grabbed his ankle. Cedric Yu's figure was slender. Due to poor health since childhood, there was not much flesh on her body. The hard joints could be easily wrapped around it with one hand.

Cedric Yu licked her lips, leaned her back against the armrest of the sofa, and held one foot up high. This action was like a scene of some kind of ambiguous moment, but it was a pity that in Cedric Yu's occasional dreams, doing so It was his brother who acted like this.

Now the position is reversed, but the taste has not diminished a bit.

He took a breath and tried his best to suppress the discomfort in his voice: "I'm too anxious."

But he is not the type of person with outstanding acting skills. No matter how hard he tries, he still reveals some of his emotions.

The cold moonlight passed through the bamboo shadow and fell on Dorian Yu's face. He could not help but covet this warmth. His eyes lingered on Dorian Yu's face, and finally stopped on the red lips.

In dreams, my brother would always put these lips on his body, between his lips, on his cheeks, on his forehead...

Maybe the light was too dim, maybe Dorian Yu's eyes were too soft at this time, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether this was a dream or not.

"Dorian Yu..." Cedric Yu shouted unconsciously.

He didn't want to call him brother all the time. In the dream, they were not brothers.

The moment he shouted, his face turned pale and he carefully observed Dorian Yu's expression. Dorian Yu didn't seem to hear anything wrong and was wiping the fine dust on his soles from running over barefoot.

Cedric Yu couldn't help but became bolder and approached quietly.

There was a faint smell of smoke lingering on the tip of his nose. He had never smelled this kind of smell from his brother before, so he couldn't help but take another deep breath.

Dorian Yu wiped his fingertips calmly, pretending not to notice his movements. When the boy was about to lie in his arms, he read out the line in the plot: "A Sheng, you smell so good. "

The obviously obscene lines came out of his mouth, but they were refreshing, as if they were really just compliments from the bottom of his heart.

Dorian Yu frowned slightly, as if searching for how to describe this fragrance in his mind: "Rose? Or rose?"

"Maybe I got it while painting in the morning." Cedric Yu's heart was beating fast. This kind of overspeeding feeling often represented a bad omen for him, but now, he didn't have the mind to care about it at all. He sipped He pursed his lips and asked, "Brother, do you like the taste?"

Dorian Yu sat cross-legged on the thick carpet. The long down covered the unintentionally exposed skin, which was a little itchy. He turned his face sideways and his eyes fell on Cedric Yu's slightly red cheeks: "I'm just a little curious."

Cedric Yu lowered his head in despair, and suddenly, not knowing what happened, he put his arms around Dorian Yu's waist.

Dorian Yu turned around thinking and saw Emerson Guo standing not far away. The young man was wearing a thick black down jacket and carrying a canvas bag. His hair was messy in the wind. He stood there silently and did not know how long he had been there. .

He raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you say anything?"

Emerson Guo glanced at her, her brows and eyes were dark, and her straight lips showed no emotion: "You are too obsessed."

Dorian Yu sat back on the sofa. He habitually picked up the lighter on the table and turned it around on his fingertips. When he spoke, he looked like a villain destined to go offline: "Then you should remind me instead of standing still." Listen in here."

Emerson Guo turned around coldly: "I'm not interested in eavesdropping on your conversation."

"That's good." Dorian Yu said when he received the notification that the task was completed, he tapped the lighter twice with his fingertips, then stood up and walked to the side of the boat with a cold expression: "Please pack the medicine box "

Emerson Guo looked at the man's back. He was wearing comfortable and loose home clothes. His waistline was barely visible under the clothes. When he stepped up, his trousers were pulled up, revealing his slender white heels behind his slippers.

He seemed a little tired, so he put his palm on the side of his neck and pinched it twice.

Emerson Guo lowered his eyes. He didn't stand here for long, but he just heard Dorian Yu's words "You smell so good" clearly.

No matter how much I try to make amends, there is more ambiguity in that sentence.

Emerson Guo put his backpack on the chair aside. His hands that were stiff from the cold were now relieved. Dorian Yu could show off his temper in front of anyone, as if he wanted all the men in the world to bow down under his trouser legs.

"You know my brother very well?" A crisp voice sounded in my ears.

Emerson Guo raised his eyes, and the blush on Cedric Yu's face had not completely dissipated: "Not familiar."

"Brother is helping me apply the medicine." Cedric Yu said.

He was two centimeters shorter than Emerson Guo, and because he was not wearing shoes, he could not look straight, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Crossed the boat but did not return.

Cedric Yu leaned against the long cabinet. There seemed to be a bit of cigarette smoke left on the fingertips that Dorian Yu had touched. He lowered his eyes and sniffed. He wanted to say something but felt it was boring, so he turned and went upstairs.

The messy medicine box fell on the carpet, and the fireplace nearby burned with a warm red light. Emerson Guo somehow remembered that night again.

Dorian Yu probably had some hobby, and every time he met, it always had something to do with medicine.

He seemed to enjoy helping people apply medicine.

The scar on his abdomen was scarred and it had begun to itch. After Emerson Guo organized the medicine box, he could smell a vague smell on the tip of his nose, like the smell of cigarettes, with a bit of spiciness.

Emerson Guo pulled his lower lip, knowing clearly that the fragrance on Dorian Yu's body was heavier.