Witch, Open Your Eyes

The sharp blade cut the skin and flesh of the shoulder, and blood poured out along the tip of the knife. Under the shoulder blade, the pale collarbone sank deeply, sinking into a nest, and the blood was overflowing in a moment.

Fang Daichuan's hand holding the knife was steady, but his forehead was stretched with blue veins, and the corners of his mouth were pressed into a straight line. Tears gathered in the frame, and when they were full, he shook his head, and they were not allowed to obscure his vision. Li Sinian raised his head and leaned on the bedside post, staring at the other person's expression in such a daze, his eyes were so complicated that he even forgot the pain for a while.

The thick needle was smashed with the skin and flesh, and it was folded inside without breaking the flesh, and the needle could not be pulled out. The shoulders are no better than elsewhere, they are not much fleshy. Li Sinian's muscles are all trained on the arms, and the shoulders are more sharp. Fang Daichuan pierced an inch-long, knuckle-deep hole, and found the broken needle. He tentatively pinched the needle. The needle was too slippery and stuck in the bones and couldn't be pulled out.

He was annoyed and looked at it for a while. At this moment, the blood flowed more and Li Sinian's fingers quickly cooled. Fang Daichuan turned his face. He has lost a lot of weight recently, and the thin layer of flesh on his face has been consumed. It shows a deepness and steepness, and even his drooping inner eyes appear larger. He opened his red eyes helplessly and looked at Li Sinian: "How...how do you pull it out?"

Li Sinian turned his right hand back to his elbow and held Fang Daichuan's hand. Fang Daichuan held a knife in his hand. The back of his hand was full of his blood and his own tears. Li Sinian tilted his head and glanced, putting his hand on his shoulder: "Not yet..., go deeper," he measured the penetrating length of the steel needle with his fingers, and sighed, "If only there were pliers..."

Fang Daichuan took a sigh of relief and lowered the blade by half an inch. The bones were stained with blood, and glowed sharply under his hands.

"Pull it up..." Li Sinian put a coin in his mouth and said vaguely, "hold steady..."

Fang Daichuan knew what he wanted to say, "Stop your hands and do it once, and don't let your younger brother suffer a second crime." He was afraid that Fang Daichuan would be more nervous when he said that, so he had to vaguely ask to be more stable.

Fang Daichuan gritted his teeth, pinched the stumped needle with his right thumb and index finger, and suddenly raised his wrist with force! Li Sinian let out a muffled grunt, and his teeth rattled the coin.

The broken needle did not move.

Fang Daichuan pressed his left hand on Li Sinian's back, feeling his body trembling, and the cold sweat instantly drenched the soft pillow behind his waist, and a worrying chill was within reach. The blood vessels in his right wrist were all struggling, and under the transparent skin, the pale blood vessels seemed to be unbearable to bear the pain of the body, and were about to burst out.

Fang Daichuan swallowed his Adam's apple, strangely, his eyes were extremely dry at the moment, and there were no tears. He was very calm, and his whole body sank. He said: "This is not good, it can't be pulled out."

Li Sinian nodded weakly, still holding the coin in his mouth: "I can't pull it out... forget it, wrap it..."

Fang Daichuan hugged his shoulders and moved closer to the needle. He was very close to Li Sinian, and his warm nose sprayed on Li Sinian's sweaty temples.

He looked at it for a moment, lowered his head and grabbed the needle abruptly!

The sound of the rubbing between the bones was mixed with the rubbing of the two teeth, cracking like nails scraping on the blackboard, and his body was numb.

Li Sinian made a forbearing roar, and the coin in his mouth was bitten off by him! Half of the fragments flew out with blood on the edges.

Fang Daichuan's tongue was also punctured, and the needle section was not clean and neat, and it stuck on his soft tongue. In a moment, the corners of his mouth bleed. He lowered his head, neither swallowing nor swallowing, the blood dripped down the corners of his open mouth, sprinkled on Li Sinian's wound, and mixed with his blood.

Half a century has passed.

"Puff--" Fang Daichuan turned his head and spit the needle aside.

An inch-long cold needle rolled down on the bed sheet, mixed with the blood of two people, usually bright red.

Li Sinian kept his head up, holding the remaining half of the coin, the sweat from the temples dripped down his neck, wet his chest. There is a tattoo of a foreign letter on the lower abdomen, which has been washed with sweat, and it is protruding, with teeth and claws.

Fang Daichuan raised his hand and wiped the corner of his lips. He had blood in his mouth and his eyes were fierce, like a wolf eating human flesh. Li Sinian stretched out the only right hand he could use to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and cracked his mouth and smiled as he wiped it.

"Laugh!" Fang Daichuan stared at him fiercely, squeezed his right hand up roughly, raised it to the wall behind him and held it down, then lowered his head and kissed it.

He kissed vividly and rudely. The teeth grabbed the corner of the opponent's mouth, biting fiercely. Fang Daichuan hasn't kissed the actress seriously except for a mouth-to-mouth touch with the actress on the screen. He has no experience, driven by instinct, like a beast, biting and venting.

From cracked lips, kisses to sweaty nose, kisses his sweat, kisses own tears, kisses their blood, kisses all dirty and sticky body fluids.

Then kiss from the sweaty nose to the wet lips.

After licking for a while, he drove straight in, rolling his tongue into the opponent's mouth. The two wounded tongues, the softest and most defenseless soft flesh, and the scarred soft flesh under the sharp object, licked and licked each other, thirsting for each other's saliva and blood, and the pain was very deep.

When swallowing, the blood of the other party crossed each other’s throats. The unique sweet taste of blood reminds people of rusty nails, milk, spirits, and all raw spicy, astringent, bitter things, and finally melts. For the sweetness of honey.

Fang Daichuan carefully picked up the half coin in Li Sinian's mouth, bit it on the tip of his tongue, and after a short break in breathing, he turned his head and spit it out. There was blood sticking to the broken edges, and two people's drooling.

Fang Daichuan was a little embarrassed, he gradually let go of Li Sinian's hand. Li Sinian clasped his right hand behind his neck and pressed his neck to prevent him from fleeing. Fang Daichuan held Li Sinian's face, his index finger touched his eyelashes, shaking tremblingly, from his fingertips to his heart.

"Sister Chuan..." Li Sinian's voice was weak and smiled.

Fang Daichuan braced himself a little, and replied roughly, "Can my sister nibble on you like this?" He called Brother Chuaner.

Li Sinian raised his head and smiled, his chest trembling, and the wound hurt terribly, but he couldn't stop. He hissed, put his head softly on Fang Daichuan's shoulder and yelled obediently: "Brother Chuaner."

He approached Fang Daichuan’s hot ears and said, "Brother Chuaner, you kiss me again."

Fang Daichuan's cheeks were flushed.

Li Sinian chuckled twice, put his arms around the back of his head, raised his back, and kissed him. The two overlapped one another, lying on the blood-red bed sheet. Fang Daichuan was licking his upper jaw and was shaking with excitement. His knees were fiercely pressed into Li Sinian's legs, his hips pressed against his hips and gently rubbed. After two thin clothes, the fiery shells are stuck together, and the temperature emitted is so trance that they will ignite both of them.

He was afraid of pressing on his wounds, so he supported the bed with one hand and did not dare to compact it.

The gasp of two people echoed in the room. The gurgling sound of water.

Fang Daichuan slightly propped up half of his body, and looked at the people under him from the moonlight outside the window. Li Sinian had strong muscles and blood stained half of his body. The shaved hair on his temples was full of green stubble, and his facial features were carved equally deep. Sweat on his body suppressed the light aftershave smell, leaving only the pure Li Sinian smell.

Hard, neither soft nor sweet.

Very manly touch and taste.

Fang Daichuan looked at him, traced his eyebrows with his fingers, his eyelids raised lazily, and his jaw tightened because of pain.

It just looks good.

Li Sinian squeezed the back of Fang Daichuan's neck and looked up at his brother Chuaner. The corners of the eyes hanging down, the pale pink heart-shaped lips, are in the shape of a kiss.

It looks good everywhere.

The two of them were sweating, their tongues were swollen and they couldn't open their mouths. Li Sinian's shoulders were still bleeding. They hugged each other and rested together. They looked at each other and smirked for a while.

It would be fine if there was a cigarette, Fang Daichuan pinched Li Sinian's finger and thought.