Whether it's day or night, he can easily shed tears, his head is full of young people's smile, those sweet memories, each other's love words, the lingering in bed, and the last quarrel.

It's all turned into a knife, and he's all hurt.

It really hurts.

He didn't want to experience the heartbreaking pain again.

At this time, Xia Beiqing's slender figure stood under the street lamp, put his hands into his pockets, and pulled his coat chain to the top. He hung his head, his chin and thin lips were covered in his collar, his long eyelashes flickered like butterfly wings, covering the look of his eyes. Half of his face was hidden in the dark, half of his face was covered by the light, and the outline was exquisite and beautiful.

And before no change, just a little thinner, between the brows a bit more gloomy, looks more calm than before.

"Where are you going?" He asked coldly.

Shen Zhiyu clenched his tight hand and tried to calm himself: "it should have nothing to do with you. Leave my home and don't appear in front of me again."

Xia Beiqing said in a dumb voice, "Mr. Shen, do you really want to do this to me?"

Shen Zhiyu didn't understand his meaning more and more: "what did I do to you? I'm just treating you like a stranger. "

He has done his utmost for him, and he has the face to ask?

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

"Summer inclines to the North!" At last, Shen Zhiyu gave out a roar, his lips trembled, and his chest heaved violently because of anger: "don't say any more nonsense!"

Xia Beiqing's eyes swept over Shen Zhiyu's face and finally settled on his bright red lips. He had kissed this place countless times, which was sweeter than honey.

Xia Bei tilted his teeth and said, "I don't allow you to go out."

Shen Zhiyu doesn't want to entangle with him any more. He is ready to step around him.

Xia Beiqing stepped forward and stopped Shen Zhiyu's way.

Shen Zhiyu twisted his eyebrows and felt extremely tired: "tell me what you want to do."

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

Shen Zhiyu said maliciously: "we have no relationship, you have no right to care what I do!"

This sentence suddenly hurt Xia Beiqing's heart. A trace of ferocity flashed across the bottom of his eyes and rushed to Shen Zhiyu. He grabbed Shen Zhiyu's wrist and dragged him into the living room.

"Summer inclines to the North!" Shen Zhiyu struggled desperately, but he couldn't resist the strength of the boy. He dragged him into the door.

Xia Beiqing grabs him and looks for something in the living room. Finally, he takes out a hemp rope in the drawer.

When Shen Zhiyu saw the rope, his eyes behind the lens were widened, and he felt a bad premonition: "Xia Beiqing... Don't mess around!"

Xia Beiqing took the rope in his hand, then took Shen Zhiyu's waist with his long arm, and directly lifted him.

Shen Zhiyu kept struggling. During this time, he slapped Xia Beiqing several times. But Xia Beiqing didn't have any extra reaction. He took him into the bedroom and threw him on the bed.

Before Shen Zhiyu had time to get up, Xia Beiqing pressed him over, rode on him, wrapped his wrists with hemp rope, and then raised his head and tied it tightly to the head of the bed.