"You, as long as you are controlled by me during the time when I want to control you. At other times, as long as you don't make it known to everyone, it has nothing to do with me." Cheng Yu walked towards the door expressionlessly.
"I was really crazy back then"
Zhou Yangcheng slumped down on the leather sofa in a black nightgown. His left hand rested weakly on the black leather sofa. He scratched his head with his right hand several times and sighed deeply.
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Seven years ago, next to the bar of an underground bar in City Y
"Oh, Xiao Cheng, this is disobedient. You must always be under Uncle Cheng's control, otherwise I will be jealous of Uncle Cheng." Cheng Yu suppressed the drunk Zhou Yangcheng, clasped Zhou Yangcheng's left hand with his right hand, and held Zhou Yangcheng's waist with the other hand.
"First, I am straight and I like beauties with white legs and big breasts. Second, I like girls who are younger than me. You are too old. Finally, even if I am gay, I will still be the one above."
Zhou Yangcheng grabbed Cheng Yu's waist and pressed forward. A hint of surprise appeared on Uncle Cheng's face, but soon the evil charm appeared at the corner of Uncle Cheng's mouth again. . . .
The colorful swaying lights in the bar were refracted or reflected on the faces of the two people by the wine glasses above the bar, and their expressions were not clear.
Intention: being chased → being abandoned → chasing Uncle Cheng