For One Night with New Boss - Chapter 18

Is he trying to kill me? Is he trying to kill me?! Yang Qing Qiao felt the hand that was getting deeper and deeper and was so scared that she was about to go crazy, her tears collapsing and bursting down.

He could no longer feel the pain, for it was too much fear, unparalleled fear like approaching death.

“No!” Almost screaming, after a twitching and trembling, his eyes rolled over, his eyes went black, and his stiff body went limp, and he lost all consciousness in a flash.

Zheng Yan was stunned, quickly pulling out his hand that had almost not reached his wrist, undoing the tie that bound both of Yang Qing Qiao’s wrists, and half-helping up the fainting man.

Looking at Yang Qing Qiao’s face as pale as paper, his heart was heavily beaten, and he couldn’t help but curse in his heart, Shit! What the hell am I doing stupid?!! Shit!

A moment later, Yang Qing Qiao woke up from his unconscious state, violently turned on his side to nausea and dry-heaving, so hard that he seemed to be on the verge of fainting again.

Zheng Yan patted and stroked his back to help him smooth out his breath.

After vomiting for a while and regaining full consciousness, she pushed Zheng Yan away with all her might and shrank away from him in extreme fear, involuntarily bursting into tears.

“You ……” Zheng Yan reached out his hand to try to pacify him again.

“Don’t touch me! Don’t come near me!” I screamed in horror, curling up in self-preservation, burying my face between my arms and trembling all over.

The outstretched hand freezes in mid air, Zheng Yan suddenly chest suffocated, breathing difficult, the heart seems to be what is viciously torn, almost torn, that pain, that pain …… he never knew, the original human body will produce such invisible, huge pain.

For a moment, he thought he would suffocate in the pain and almost shuddered as well.

“Yang Qingqiao.” Calling low, his fingertips gently touched him.

“Go away. Go away! Don’t touch me!” Yang Qing Qiao curled her body even more vigorously, shivering and cowering into a ball, quite afraid of Zheng Yan’s approach and touch.

Where could Zheng Yan not see that he was truly afraid of himself?

This time it really freaked the lamb out.

Zheng Yan does not feel a little bit of joy for this, on the contrary, feel very difficult, unusually difficult, born of rare regret, and even overwhelmed, feel that their own hands destroyed a very important and valuable things.

So, he opened his arms and hugged Yang Qing Qiao, firmly but tenderly, and obstinately, refusing to let go of the strongly struggling person in his arms, and offhandedly uttered three words softly and lowly: “I’m sorry ……”

He had forgotten how long it had been since he had said those three words.

“Let go of me! Let go of me!” Yang Qingqiao still struggled and yelled.

“I’m sorry …… I’m sorry …… I’m sorry …… I’m sorry ……” A deep and slow apology was uttered until the person in his arms finally calmed down gradually.

“Why ……” Yang Qingqiao choked on his sobs, only repeating in a meaningless mumble, “Why …… why …… why …… why …… why…? …”

“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, don’t cry, okay? It’s all my fault, don’t cry ……” Zheng Yan repeatedly coaxed comfort, at this time is really really regret.

He didn’t want to really hurt Yang Qing Qiao, even if initially in his anger, what he wanted to do was to make Yang Qing Qiao keep climaxing and ejaculating until he couldn’t ejaculate anything at all. He wanted to make him so tired that he couldn’t get out of bed, and then take good care of him, instead of making him suffer from physical harm or great psychological fear.

He wanted Yang Qing Qiao’s genuine obedience, not the use of fear to enslave the man, and did not want Yang Qing Qiao to see him as a ghost, god, snake or scorpion.

It’s more like holding someone in the palm of your hand and pampering them, loving them and spoiling them than abusing them.

“Go away …… don’t touch me ……,” Yang Qingqiao still resisted.

“I’m sorry, don’t be afraid, I won’t do anything to you again, go to sleep”. Zheng Yan hugged him and lay down together, gently patting and caressing him. “Good boy, go to sleep.”

Yang Qingqiao can not stop tears, has been crying, he is a man’s life has not cried so miserable, just really scared him to death.

Jung Yeon continued to pat and caress him, calming his frightened agitation.

After a long time, perhaps subconsciously knowing that Zheng Yan would not hurt him again, his body slowly relaxed from extreme tension, feeling tired, and finally stopped resisting the warmth of the embrace, sobbed and cried and cried himself to sleep.

After the person is asleep, Zheng Yan let go of him, quietly turned over his body, carefully check his posterior, some redness and swelling, see no injuries bleeding only a little peace of mind, and then sat on the edge of the bed quietly watched him, has been watching all the time.

Perhaps due to the shock, Yang Qing Qiao did not sleep very soundly, and from time to time he would frown and murmur in his sleep, so Zheng Yan would reach out and gently rub his hair, a gesture that always made him feel comfortable and at ease.

Why is this happening? Zheng Yan thought to himself, a little confused, a little perplexed, and a little disoriented.

Between them at that moment in the party, in a hurry, it got out of control.

He had always thought he could control everything, including his own emotions with Yang Qing Qiao.

He also always thought that Yang Qingqiao would not leave him voluntarily, even if he wanted to, he did not dare to say. As for him, in retrospect, he has never thought of “breaking up” with Yang Qingqiao, and even maintains the bed partner relationship indefinitely. If possible, he would like to keep Yang Qingqiao like a pet, and bring him with him wherever he goes.

However, he finally realizes and understands that grass alone will not hold the anxious and anxious lambs who are eager to taste the delicate artificial fodder.

The tamest of lambs will still jump over the fence and run away if they are cornered.

For two people to be together for a long time, desire and passion are not enough.

No matter how hot the fire, it will go out, and what will be left after it burns out? A blackened residue, or a crystal rose in its purest form?

When the passion subsides, when the novelty fades, the once delicate red rose will either wither or become mosquito blood on the wall.

Maybe it should be gripped tighter.

Maybe it’s time to let go.

Maybe it was just a momentary lapse in judgment.

Maybe it’s really meant to last a lifetime.

Maybe maybe maybe maybe …… Zheng Yan can not help but want to lose laughter, long nearly thirty years since, when he had so much uncertainty maybe, I did not think that the Zheng family original will also have indecisive time ha!

“……” The man on the bed is dreaming unsteadily again, is there an evil beast chasing him in his dream?

Zheng Yan guessed that he may be chasing him the beast, teeth and claws, in hot pursuit, must be swallowed into the stomach with his bones.

Reaching out to caress his cool face, he slid his hand to the back of his neck, mooching the little pink butterfly, and asked softly in a low, husky voice, “Yang Qingqiao, Yang Qingqiao, what do you think I should do with you?”

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Squeezing into the Hot List for the first time, though maybe only for a little while, the
But the old demon has been moved to tears (spraying tears again)

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(Supplementary note)

Since some people have doubts about “fisting”, I would like to add some clarifications:

Basically, the body’s anorectal dilator muscles are tougher than the average person realizes.
The main anal sex of gay men, because the dilatation muscle is more often dilated and contraction,abercrombie france.
So after a lot of lubrication and anal sex, the rectal muscles were much more relaxed.
It is feasible to perform fisting.
For more information, please refer to the book “The Gay Sex Bible” by Charles Silverstein.

Furthermore, what is depicted in this article is not exclusively fisting.
There is no clenching or twitching on the part of the performer.
It merely reaches in, and therefore does not cause the bearer to incur lacerations.

Above, additional clarification is complete.
All in all, please don’t worry too much about how amazing the delayed subject’s little chrysanthemums really are~(Sweat)