Breaking Dreams
I do like painting very much, and I know I don’t draw well, so I want to go to Paris to learn painting, but I promised my little slave to never leave her forever, so...
You know I will take good care of him, and I can use my life to guarantee him not to be hurt, but he doesn't believe me
I think about it, I tell him that he will accept you
After a while, Nin's voice sounded clearly:
A Ling, serve the new master obediently, I know you are the most obedient and loyal slave in the world
A Ling knelt quietly, from hair to fingertips, as if he had already petrified him, and he lowered his head. Qingxiao couldn't see his face, and was a little guilty for no reason, coughed dryly, and acted like nothing happened: I was just taking a slave, but I didn't expect it to be so troublesome, and I had to call Aren to bother me. I hope everything will end here, this is the last time
A Ling slowly raised his head, with no trace of blood on his face, and even his lips seemed pale, whispering: I... can I listen to it again?
Qingxiao looked at his eyes, and tears appeared in his eyes, which made his eyes look strangely black, as if two black stones raised in clear water, with a kind of desolate and sad beauty
Unfortunately, it's for endurance
Qingxiao didn't know whether to smile bitterly or be angry. She felt that she should put on the air of the master and said a few words, but she really didn't know what to say. She had to snort coldly to express her displeasure and pressed the playback button
As the sound of the silence sounded, A Ling's eyes never left the recorder. Tears rolled in his eyes and the staring posture made Qingxiao unable to help but eat. He stood up suddenly and lowered his face and said: Is it enough? I hope you realize your new identity!
A Ling didn't seem to hear it, his lips trembled twice, and he whispered: Master... Is he in Paris now?
Qingxiao was slightly stunned, thought for two seconds, and sighed: A Ling, I understand that it is probably difficult for you to accept, but you should understand that he has his world besides you, and even if you are still his only slave, you should not ask about your master's affairs.
A Ling looked at him blankly and murmured: But, but...
Seeing his insane appearance, Qingxiao decided to speak harder and said in a deep voice: You know, you are just a slave, this is an unchangeable fact.
A Ling was shocked, and his hands touched the collar between his neck nervously, and said for a while: So, are you friends with the master?
Qingxiao did not answer immediately, smiled and said: This is not important, he paused, and then said: What's important is that he knows I will treat you well
He walked steadily for a few steps, stopped, the sun shone through the curtains on his upright and serious face, and smiled: Actually, he couldn't bear to part with you, so he entrusted you to me, because he knew I wouldn't hurt you
He was silent for a moment, holding his breath and slowly said something that made him bleeding: Because he still loves you
He wanted to bite off his tongue and immediately turned his back to prevent A Ling from seeing the twisted expression on his face. He heard A Ling's breathing sound behind him. He was probably shocked. Qingxiao sighed in his heart, smiled bitterly, and turned around, facing A Ling who was about to cry.
A Ling stared at him with a straight look, his eyes as clear as ever, as ever, but like a stream in a deep valley, transparent but still difficult to measure the depth.
So...my master, how is he now? Is he doing well? He asked softly, his voice already with a hint of crying
Qingxiao sighed and rebuked gently: If you can do what he wants, he will let go of his worries and will naturally be fine. Also, your master is me
A miserable smile appeared on A Ling's face and murmured: As long as I am obedient, my master will be fine? So that's it...
He lowered his head, his voice as thin as a mosquito: I thought he would at least tell me in person, he would say a few words to me... His voice was getting lower and lower, and tears finally couldn't help but slide down his pale face
Qingxiao's heart thrust slightly and said softly: You should know why he did this, he just didn't want to see you crying like this
His heart was filled with gentle love. He leaned over and gently wiped away the tears from the corner of A Ling's eyes and whispered: No one would be willing to make you cry
A Ling raised her head in surprise and looked at Qingxiao in a daze, her eyes were a little dazed and confused, so she forgot to avoid Qingxiao and stretched out her fingers to wipe her tears.
So Qingxiao's hands slowly followed the delicate face, tracing across his thin cheeks, pointed chin, and then his neck, and collar...
When he touched the ring in the middle of the collar, he seemed to have been cursed. Ah Ling's body suddenly shrank, and Qingxiao's fingers suddenly stayed in the air
Looking at the other person's confused eyes, the fire was depressed in his heart, his fingers fists were clenched one by one, Qingxiao clenched his fists one by one, and he let out a long breath, silently retracted his fists, and said in a deep voice: I think you should realize that your current master is me
He saw the brokenness and despair in the other person's eyes, but he didn't stop talking and said word by word: Now, call me, master
A Ling's body trembled uncontrollably, like a yellow leaf in the wind, his lips trembled twice, without making any sound
Qingxiao stared at him with a firm look and was unpredictable. He repeated: Now, call me, master
A Ling slowly closed his eyes and whispered: Sir, are you planning not to hold any slave-taking ceremony?
Qingxiao was slightly shocked and concealed: Ah, there should be a ceremony, I...
A Ling said quietly: Maybe sir wants to choose a more formal day?
Qingxiao's heart moved and said: That's not necessary, it's tomorrow, tomorrow, you will officially become my slave.
He looked at A Ling and slowly said: Also, tonight, you come to my bedroom to sleep
A Ling's face suddenly turned white, and Qingxiao's heart couldn't help but feel ache, but instead of retracting his gaze, he reached out to touch A Ling's head and said softly: Can you do it, right?
Looking at A Ling's appearance, he seemed to want to avoid it, but finally stayed there for a while. Qingxiao heard a soft answer: Yes, sir
******************
This evening was extremely stuffy, and there was a disturbing smell in the air, or was it almost raining rain, or was it just because of his own irritability? The hot water had been put down, and a faint aroma of aroma was evaporated, blending in the hazy mist A Ling quietly knelt next to the bathtub, lowering his head, but Qingxiao saw that his hands holding the scarf tightly, his knuckles had turned white due to force.
He was very nervous. Qingxiao knew he was nervous. He was afraid. He was worried. He hesitated. Perhaps, there were more things that could not be distinguished. Hearing his steps into the bathroom, his tense body suddenly revealed his inner uneasiness. But what he didn't know was that Qingxiao might not be easy to maintain self-control in this private space. It was too difficult to face a nude body that belonged to him. But what was more difficult than restraining physiological impulses was that he had to restrain the impulse to embrace this body.
That body, afraid of his former lover, is now kneeling on the ground to serve him
This perception made him feel sad
He could only raise his head high, not look at the humble slave, let the slave walk over and untie his belt for him.
When the trembling fingers took off his trousers, his heartbeat reached its peak! One year, two years, three years, how long has he longed for this physical contact? The slender, his lover's finger touched his skin without any obstacles!
So when A Ling respectfully put his trousers and turned around to take off his underwear, both of them were stunned, staring at the unpopular little thing but still standing proudly.
I do like painting very much, and I know I don’t draw well, so I want to go to Paris to learn painting, but I promised my little slave to never leave her forever, so...
You know I will take good care of him, and I can use my life to guarantee him not to be hurt, but he doesn't believe me
I think about it, I tell him that he will accept you
After a while, Nin's voice sounded clearly:
A Ling, serve the new master obediently, I know you are the most obedient and loyal slave in the world
A Ling knelt quietly, from hair to fingertips, as if he had already petrified him, and he lowered his head. Qingxiao couldn't see his face, and was a little guilty for no reason, coughed dryly, and acted like nothing happened: I was just taking a slave, but I didn't expect it to be so troublesome, and I had to call Aren to bother me. I hope everything will end here, this is the last time
A Ling slowly raised his head, with no trace of blood on his face, and even his lips seemed pale, whispering: I... can I listen to it again?
Qingxiao looked at his eyes, and tears appeared in his eyes, which made his eyes look strangely black, as if two black stones raised in clear water, with a kind of desolate and sad beauty
Unfortunately, it's for endurance
Qingxiao didn't know whether to smile bitterly or be angry. She felt that she should put on the air of the master and said a few words, but she really didn't know what to say. She had to snort coldly to express her displeasure and pressed the playback button
As the sound of the silence sounded, A Ling's eyes never left the recorder. Tears rolled in his eyes and the staring posture made Qingxiao unable to help but eat. He stood up suddenly and lowered his face and said: Is it enough? I hope you realize your new identity!
A Ling didn't seem to hear it, his lips trembled twice, and he whispered: Master... Is he in Paris now?
Qingxiao was slightly stunned, thought for two seconds, and sighed: A Ling, I understand that it is probably difficult for you to accept, but you should understand that he has his world besides you, and even if you are still his only slave, you should not ask about your master's affairs.
A Ling looked at him blankly and murmured: But, but...
Seeing his insane appearance, Qingxiao decided to speak harder and said in a deep voice: You know, you are just a slave, this is an unchangeable fact.
A Ling was shocked, and his hands touched the collar between his neck nervously, and said for a while: So, are you friends with the master?
Qingxiao did not answer immediately, smiled and said: This is not important, he paused, and then said: What's important is that he knows I will treat you well
He walked steadily for a few steps, stopped, the sun shone through the curtains on his upright and serious face, and smiled: Actually, he couldn't bear to part with you, so he entrusted you to me, because he knew I wouldn't hurt you
He was silent for a moment, holding his breath and slowly said something that made him bleeding: Because he still loves you
He wanted to bite off his tongue and immediately turned his back to prevent A Ling from seeing the twisted expression on his face. He heard A Ling's breathing sound behind him. He was probably shocked. Qingxiao sighed in his heart, smiled bitterly, and turned around, facing A Ling who was about to cry.
A Ling stared at him with a straight look, his eyes as clear as ever, as ever, but like a stream in a deep valley, transparent but still difficult to measure the depth.
So...my master, how is he now? Is he doing well? He asked softly, his voice already with a hint of crying
Qingxiao sighed and rebuked gently: If you can do what he wants, he will let go of his worries and will naturally be fine. Also, your master is me
A miserable smile appeared on A Ling's face and murmured: As long as I am obedient, my master will be fine? So that's it...
He lowered his head, his voice as thin as a mosquito: I thought he would at least tell me in person, he would say a few words to me... His voice was getting lower and lower, and tears finally couldn't help but slide down his pale face
Qingxiao's heart thrust slightly and said softly: You should know why he did this, he just didn't want to see you crying like this
His heart was filled with gentle love. He leaned over and gently wiped away the tears from the corner of A Ling's eyes and whispered: No one would be willing to make you cry
A Ling raised her head in surprise and looked at Qingxiao in a daze, her eyes were a little dazed and confused, so she forgot to avoid Qingxiao and stretched out her fingers to wipe her tears.
So Qingxiao's hands slowly followed the delicate face, tracing across his thin cheeks, pointed chin, and then his neck, and collar...
When he touched the ring in the middle of the collar, he seemed to have been cursed. Ah Ling's body suddenly shrank, and Qingxiao's fingers suddenly stayed in the air
Looking at the other person's confused eyes, the fire was depressed in his heart, his fingers fists were clenched one by one, Qingxiao clenched his fists one by one, and he let out a long breath, silently retracted his fists, and said in a deep voice: I think you should realize that your current master is me
He saw the brokenness and despair in the other person's eyes, but he didn't stop talking and said word by word: Now, call me, master
A Ling's body trembled uncontrollably, like a yellow leaf in the wind, his lips trembled twice, without making any sound
Qingxiao stared at him with a firm look and was unpredictable. He repeated: Now, call me, master
A Ling slowly closed his eyes and whispered: Sir, are you planning not to hold any slave-taking ceremony?
Qingxiao was slightly shocked and concealed: Ah, there should be a ceremony, I...
A Ling said quietly: Maybe sir wants to choose a more formal day?
Qingxiao's heart moved and said: That's not necessary, it's tomorrow, tomorrow, you will officially become my slave.
He looked at A Ling and slowly said: Also, tonight, you come to my bedroom to sleep
A Ling's face suddenly turned white, and Qingxiao's heart couldn't help but feel ache, but instead of retracting his gaze, he reached out to touch A Ling's head and said softly: Can you do it, right?
Looking at A Ling's appearance, he seemed to want to avoid it, but finally stayed there for a while. Qingxiao heard a soft answer: Yes, sir
******************
This evening was extremely stuffy, and there was a disturbing smell in the air, or was it almost raining rain, or was it just because of his own irritability? The hot water had been put down, and a faint aroma of aroma was evaporated, blending in the hazy mist A Ling quietly knelt next to the bathtub, lowering his head, but Qingxiao saw that his hands holding the scarf tightly, his knuckles had turned white due to force.
He was very nervous. Qingxiao knew he was nervous. He was afraid. He was worried. He hesitated. Perhaps, there were more things that could not be distinguished. Hearing his steps into the bathroom, his tense body suddenly revealed his inner uneasiness. But what he didn't know was that Qingxiao might not be easy to maintain self-control in this private space. It was too difficult to face a nude body that belonged to him. But what was more difficult than restraining physiological impulses was that he had to restrain the impulse to embrace this body.
That body, afraid of his former lover, is now kneeling on the ground to serve him
This perception made him feel sad
He could only raise his head high, not look at the humble slave, let the slave walk over and untie his belt for him.
When the trembling fingers took off his trousers, his heartbeat reached its peak! One year, two years, three years, how long has he longed for this physical contact? The slender, his lover's finger touched his skin without any obstacles!
So when A Ling respectfully put his trousers and turned around to take off his underwear, both of them were stunned, staring at the unpopular little thing but still standing proudly.
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