[Douluo + Sword Three] Mirror Shadow of the Dark Moon

Click, click, click——

The soft sound of unbuttoning clothes seems to have a special magic power in this silent atmosphere, stepping on people's hearts and stirring up nerves.

Suddenly, the extremely rhythmic sound stopped, and Lu Suixin, who unconsciously began to pay attention, seemed to miss a beat, and it took a long time before it started beating again with the next sound.

rustle--

The sound of rubbing calmed the restlessness in my heart, but it also drew my mind downwards, and time seemed to be stretched.

Lu Sui's thoughts were a little divergent, and his mind uncontrollably sketched possible scenes behind him. Wen Jingle usually wore strict clothes, but now it must be like peeling off layers of bamboo shoots to reveal the young bamboo inside.

He is not strong but not thin either. His lines should be very well-proportioned because he fits well when held...

Lu Sui moved his fingers, feeling a slight itch in his throat.

The desire to swallow was suppressed by him in time, and the ups and downs of his mind seemed to calm down after he closed his eyes and opened them again.

His heart suddenly trembled, no, when had his mind been so easily provoked, as if it had been invisibly amplified.

He suddenly realized that it was not that time had stretched, but that someone had done it intentionally. The musician has always had a strong control over the sound, and he has weaved a song of mortal world to lure him into the web.

The corners of Lu Sui's lips curled up slightly, and a flash of danger flashed in his eyes. He lifted his steps slightly, making a gesture to turn around.

Just listen to the slow and chaotic voice, and then there is the sound of splashing water.

After waiting, Lu Sui finally turned around and saw that the floor was covered with water stains, and only a head was exposed on the water. The white face was dripping with water, and a pair of green eyes looked at him nervously.

Lu Sui chuckled.

Of course Wen Jingle was nervous. He wanted to tease him back, but he didn't want to be honest with him now. Then he decided to dive into the water. Fortunately, the water was thick and brown against the color of the wood, making it hard to see clearly.

Lu Sui looked him up and down with his eyes, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

"What, what?"

Lu Sui was just thinking about how he could reach this level without using his soul power. When he found no results, he didn't dwell on it and just said: "The music feels good."

The words had no beginning and no end, but Wen Jingle's face suddenly turned as red as the water he was in. Help, he saw it...

Seeing that he was like a scalded shrimp, Lu Sui was amused but did not hold on to him.

"How does it feel?"

Seeing that the topic had turned elsewhere, Wen Jingle secretly breathed a sigh of relief, sank down again, and said in a low voice: "I don't feel anything, just a little hot." He touched his face, and it seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. ?

Lu Sui looked at him with a hint of sympathy in his eyes, "Just wait, you will be very enchanted." Seven

Wen Jingle immediately raised his head. Why use this word? !

Soon, he experienced it personally.

The itch, the itch that comes from every bone.

The joints seemed to be colliding, making people want to scratch the flesh and blood, so they had to put their hands in and scratch.

It's not an illusion. It's like being placed in a pot, and the temperature of the water being heated by firewood is constantly rising.

Wen Jingle gritted his teeth, his face still red and tense, but this time he was not ashamed. He endured it silently, as he had endured the pain that had been inflicted on him before.

But the itch is different from the pain. It seems to be more unbearable, and it mixes with the heat to aggravate the restlessness in my heart.

Wen Jingle finally couldn't help but scratch himself, even though he knew he couldn't reach the real itchy spot.

But the next second, Lu Sui grabbed his arm and said, "Don't grab me, just bear with me." He started this way because he was afraid that he wouldn't stop until his skin and flesh were ripped apart.

Wen Jinngle raised his head and looked at the person who stopped him. His eyes were filled with mist. He didn't know if he was excited by the heat, but he looked particularly pitiful.

Lu Sui looked at the man who unconsciously showed his grievance on his face, felt soft in his heart, and touched his head. "good."

"Hmph~" Wen Jingle turned away and hid, but still put his hand back to Bianyan.

Out of sight, Lu Sui waved his hand. I touched the water in my hand, but it couldn't resist the hot and slippery feel.

It seems that because it has been endured, the itch joins the pain unwillingly. But Wen Jinngle breathed a sigh of relief instead. This was what he was more familiar with and what he was good at enduring.

But he obviously thought wrong. When the two are mixed together, one will wax and wane or the other will increase or decrease. It is obviously not as simple as one plus one. It is a feeling that will drive people crazy.

Both hands were used to hold the edge of the bucket, and the fingertips were twisted and turned white under the pressure. The veins on his forehead were bulging because they were too tight, and there was a slight dampness on his face, which was the water dripping from the corners of his eyes because his nerves had been stimulated beyond their limits.

Resentment, irritability, anger, despair, emotions began to get out of control, and the bloody smell in the mouth nourished the hidden destructive factors, clamoring for destruction.

Lu Sui frowned. The situation in front of him seemed to be a bit beyond his expectation. Even though the degree of reaction was different due to factors such as physical constitution, Wen Jingle's red eyes and the violent look in them were somewhat unusual.

"How are you?"

Lu Sui's voice seemed to bring back some of his sense. Wen Jingle took a deep breath and said hoarsely: "Get out, you go out first."

He didn't want him to see his possible madness.

The frown tightened, and Lu Sui stretched out his hand to forcefully lift his face.

"Go away!"

Seeing those stubborn eyes mixed with sadness, Lu Sui sighed, and traced his fingertips from his chin to his cheeks, gently brushing away the water stains on them.

"Okay." He turned around, but as he was leaving, he was suddenly hugged by wet arms behind him. Water dripped onto the ground, but more of it flowed against the exposed skin.

Wen Jingle tightened her arms, lowered her head silently and rested her forehead on Lu Sui's back.

Lu Sui couldn't help but tensed up as his sensitive waist was pressed against the hot and wet hair, and he subconsciously wanted to break away.

"Don't go," the voice was small and vague, with a trace of undetectable begging. "Hug me..." He changed his mind. Why was he alone every time? Now he had someone he wanted to reach out to hold. Even if they fall together.

Perhaps because of the astringency and weakness in his words, Lu Sui acquiesced.

This hug, which was not a hug, seemed to have a reassuring magic power, and Wen Jingle's mood slowly calmed down. But he still didn't want to let go. There was no gap between the clothes, and the skin next to her was cool. Both the burning and itching seemed to be alleviated. It was really comfortable.

After just hugging him for a moment, the comfortable warmth was infected with his temperature, making Wen Jingle want to explore more uninvaded lands.

Speaking of which, he should thank Lu Sui for the clothes design.

Feeling that the hand on his waist was about to move upward, Lu Sui's brows jumped fiercely, he pressed the culprit's "hand" and shouted: "Don't move, or let me go."

Wen Jingle made a breathy sound with unknown meaning. "Just hold me for a while." I don't know if it was meant for Lu Sui or for myself. His hands obediently stopped moving.

After only being calm for a moment, Lu Suiran felt the head behind him rub against his back, and even occasionally hit him lightly with his head.

The moisture-laden hair rubbed against her waist, and the water stains left behind were blown by the induced wind. It was very cold and itchy, and it seemed to itch to the heart. Perhaps this was his purpose, to let the initiator feel his own discomfort and vent his inner grievances.

Of course Lu Sui had already experienced it, but his tightened hands and soft breathing aroused a little compassion in his heart, and maybe there was something else. He moved his body and tolerated it.

Sometimes he also wonders when his temper became so good.

An hour passed quietly like this. When the hand on his waist relaxed weakly, Lu Suifan got rid of its confinement.

When he turned around, he saw someone lying next to the tub with his head slightly tilted, arms hanging unconsciously.

Fell asleep? Or fainted?

Lu Sui glanced at the almost transparent water, paused, moved his gaze to Wen Jingle's face, and reached out to poke his head.

"Wake up."

no response.

After a moment of silence, he tentatively called out: "Wen Jinngle?"

Still no response.

Looking at the long hair hanging on both sides and the peaceful face, Lu Sui uttered one word out of nowhere, "Mirror..."

Then he shuddered and said to himself hesitantly: "Jing?"

……

In the bathroom, a man stood there for a long time, his slightly raised eyebrows seeming to show that he was still weighing the situation. Finally, he let out a long sigh, closed his eyes resignedly, took a step and then stopped.

A black hair tie appeared in his hand and was tied tightly in front of his eyes. Lu Sui then approached the tub. Pull it up, wrap it tightly, carry it out, put it in the bathtub, a set of actions, only stopping when it touches the shoulder, and then complete it in one go, as if it has been rehearsed in the mind.

While holding him in place with one hand to prevent him from sinking, Lu Sui thought, he really wanted to thank Chu Moli. He really didn't know what he would do if he only had a shower.

Lu Sui wanted to give him a soak, but when his palms touched the long hair floating in the water, he unconsciously pinched it and rubbed it.

...The long hair in her hands is soft and silky, like a nimble fish in the water. Well, things like hair are prone to stains and should be washed well.

No one knows that long hair is one of Lu Sui's qualities. It's above the waist, and it's above the knees, but it's just that there are very few boys who keep such long hair and maintain it properly.

When I met Jingle before, his hair was not as good as it is now, but now it is perfect for him.

In fact, it's more than that, so Lu Suihui thought, can anyone really meet expectations like this? Excessive compatibility makes people feel illusory.

When the water cooled slightly, Lu Sui picked him up again. At this moment, Lu Sui suddenly felt the body in his arms move and he woke up.

There was a vague hum, and even if Lu Sui couldn't be seen, he could still imagine his confused look.

Just don't wait for the embarrassing words to come out of his mouth before putting him down. The person in his arms had already climbed up to his neck and rested his head on his shoulder. He said vaguely and coquettishly: "Hold me for a little longer~"

Lu Sui's expression was unusually dazed, because after saying this, the body in his arms softened again, hanging on him like a waterweed leaning against the waves.

"Hello?" He shook the man who was not alert at all.

……

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Lu Sui was a little distracted.

Unknowingly, when the light in the room gradually dimmed, he raised his eyes. I seemed to be thinking about a lot of things just now, and I seemed to be just in a daze.

The person in his arms still had a high fever, probably due to the effects of the medicine. Lu Sui sighed irritably: "Trouble..."

He placed Wen Jingle on his bed, ignored the fallen hair tie, got up and left.