Forced to take the love route by a scumbag villain

It was eleven o'clock in the evening when Wen Rulan got home.

He stood at the door of his house, taking the key to open the door and loosening his tie. When his fingers came close to the tip of his nose, he could smell the pungent smell of alcohol.

Not only his hands, but his body was also full of alcohol, and the corners of his cheeks and eyes were still a bright red from drunkenness. But fortunately, he was still quite clear-headed. With this sobriety, he got out of socializing in time and did not participate in those night activities that would last until dawn.

In the past, when he was alone, he often didn't go home. What would he do when he went back? It was empty. His family members who were related by blood had long since been sent away by him. It was different now. He knew that Meng Xing was still waiting for him at home. He is a family man and cannot stay home at night.

He has been very irritable tonight, irritable when drinking, irritable when being talked to, and even more irritable when he has to attend the banquet even though he is obviously full of impatience. But this trace of annoyance disappeared when he arrived at the door of his house and was only a few steps away from that person.

Wen Rulan's lips couldn't help but bring up a smile. He didn't make any sound when he took the key. In the quiet night, the sound of the keys colliding was clearly audible. He guessed that Meng Xing should have heard the sound of him taking the key to open the door. He was probably walking behind the door now. When he opened the door, Meng Xing would be at the door. He hugged Meng Xing and gave her a lingering kiss.

Wen Rulan had made a plan in her mind, and even deliberately loosened her tie in advance to avoid having difficulty breathing during the kiss and losing too early.

But when he pushed the door open with full expectation, Meng Xing was not standing at the door waiting for him.

Wen Rulan withdrew his open arms. With a hint of suspicion, he put on his slippers and walked into the living room. The lights were on in the living room, and Meng Xing was sitting on the sofa, holding a flower from nowhere in his hand, lost in thought.

He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice Wen Rulan's return.

Wen Rulan pursed her lips in displeasure. He walked directly towards Meng Xing, stretched out his hand to the flower in Meng Xing's hand, and the flower fell into his hand.

Meng Xing woke up with a start. He finally noticed Wen Rulan and raised his eyes to look at him.

Wen Rulan put the flower to the tip of her nose and smelled it. She smelled a full fragrance, but it was still not as strong as the smell of alcohol on his body.

"What's so good about flowers? You're dumbfounded." He said in a reproachful tone, throwing the flowers onto the coffee table aside, and then sat across from them in Meng Xing's arms, letting himself take the flower's place.

He used alcohol to fool around, even though he was not drunk.

Meng Xing didn't notice this. He subconsciously held Wen Rulan's waist. At the sudden close distance, Wen Rulan's breath hit his face, along with the pungent smell of alcohol. He didn't know how much he had drunk. There is no need to be reasonable when dealing with drunkards, because it will be useless if you try to deal with them. Just go along with the situation.

"It's not good-looking, not as good-looking as you." He said seriously.

Wen Rulan smiled, and the corners of her drunken eyes became a little brighter. He put his hands on Meng Xing's neck and continued his previously disrupted plan. He lowered his head and kissed her.

Meng Xing raised his head in response. In his entangled breathing, Wen Rulan gradually became dissatisfied with his lips and tongue. He kissed Meng Xing's Adam's apple while his hands began to unbutton Meng Xing's shirt.

"Aren't you going to the bedroom?" Meng Xing held Wen Rulan's hand without much force.

"Right here." Wen Rulan waved it away and continued her actions.

It doesn't make any difference whether it's in bed or on the sofa, anyway...it will hurt.

He and Meng Xing had been together for less than half a year, and they had done everything they needed to do, many times, but every time he felt pain mixed with pleasure.

Meng Xing's technique... remove the lover filter and say it with conscience, it's really bad. For the first time, Meng Xing didn't even know the process well, so Wen Rulan taught him and he managed to finish it.

Meng Xing has not made any progress in the past six months, but the progress has been very slow. Wen Rulan can also feel the joy from it, but at the same time, the pain is always there.

This is not the worst thing. The worst thing is that Meng Xing will stop when he screams in pain. At this critical moment, he stops immediately when he says to stop, and even carefully asks if he wants to slow down.

Can this kind of thing be slowed down? Wen Rulan was so angry that she wanted to bite Meng Xing, but she couldn't bear to do so, so she didn't use much force when she bit down, just grinding it gently with her teeth and the tip of her tongue.

When she did it again, Wen Rulan could only hold it in and not cry out no matter how painful it was. In this way, Meng Xing would not stop halfway, but his skills would never improve. After all, if Wen Rulan didn't say anything, he wouldn't know what he did wrong.

This time Wen Rulan was also mentally prepared not to cry out in pain. He held Meng Xing's neck tightly, rested his chin on Meng Xing's shoulder, pursed his lips, and was ready to bite Meng Xing again if he couldn't hold it anymore. You can’t shout anyway.

As usual, he didn't cry out in pain until the end, but unlike usual, he didn't cry out in pain, but made another sound, a hum that inadvertently escaped from his lips and teeth in extreme joy.

After it was over, Wen Rulan didn't move for a long time. He had no strength in his body, but he still rubbed Meng Xing's abdominal muscles with his hands.

Meng Xing didn't want to move. He hugged Wen Rulan and lay quietly on the sofa, closing his eyes to rest. However, a hand was rubbing his belly dishonestly, making him feel a little itchy.

Meng Xing reached out and took away Wen Rulan's paw, but after a while Wen Rulan put it back. Meng Xing took it away again, and Wen Rulan put it back again. Back and forth, Meng Xing was at a loss.

Wen Rulan especially liked to rub his belly, just like someone who likes to suck a cat, it was addictive. He is also very addicted. He wants to touch him after he has done something, and he also wants to touch him when he is not doing anything. When Meng Xing is not wearing a shirt, he touches it directly. When Meng Xing wears it, he lifts the hem and reaches in to touch it. The location is not only limited to home, but also to Wen Rulan. In the CEO's office, Meng Xing was forced by Wen Rulan to lift his shirt several times, so that his clothes were always messy.

In the past half year, Wen Rulan couldn't get rid of this addiction, and she still can't. After all, Meng Xing's resistance was never too strong, and he only gave in half-heartedly.

Wen Rulan disturbed him so much that he couldn't rest. Meng Xing simply stopped resting and sat up from the sofa, hugged Wen Rulan and walked to the bathroom.

He took Wen Rulan to take a bath, but it didn't go well because Wen Rulan always made trouble and acted like a gangster. Meng Xing didn't do anything, so he turned on the shower and took a shower. There were some water drops on his shoulders and back, along the edges. Following the outline of the muscles, Wen Rulan's eyes darkened, she pinched Meng Xing's chin, pressed it against the wall, and kissed her forcefully.

After another tossing, it was an hour later when I left the bathroom.

This time, he really didn't have the energy to mess around. Meng Xing first carried Wen Rulan to the bed, and then lay down on it himself. He arranged the quilt and got ready to sleep.

Wen Rulan propped her chin up and looked sideways at Meng Xing's movements. The drunkenness had already been washed away by the continuous nonsense. Reason finally slowly returned, and a suspicion suddenly arose in his heart.

His suspicion reflected in his eyes, Meng Xing felt uncomfortable being looked at, and couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing?"

"What did you do secretly during the day when I was not at home?" Wen Rulan suddenly asked.

Meng Xing was confused: "What are you doing?"

"Lie." Wen Rulan turned over and pressed on Meng Xing, her narrow eyes narrowed, a bit aggressive, but also a bit determined.

He raised doubts: "Why did your technique suddenly improve? I didn't even feel any pain."

He didn't say a word. Not only was it not painful, it was also very comfortable. It was so comfortable that it was not even on the level of Meng Xing, so much so that his voice was still a little hoarse even now.

Meng Xing: "..."

He did not speak, but slowly, slowly, pulled the corner of the quilt, not covering his naked body, but only covering his eyes, trying to hide his ears and get away with it.

He did nothing during the day, so why did his technology suddenly become better?

Because I cheated. Meng Xing thought to himself.

After all, in the dream, he can do anything.

Wen Rulan still didn't know that his supernatural power had been restored, and Meng Xing didn't want to say that he used his supernatural power in such a place, so he pressed questions and refused to answer.

Wen Rulan had a straight face, but he wasn't really angry. He didn't doubt that Meng Xing would cheat, he just suspected that Meng Xing was secretly watching movies and studying behind his back.

It was so painful yesterday, but it suddenly got better today. This is the only way to explain it.

He kept a straight face because Meng Xing didn't take him with him to watch the movie, and also because... he wanted to see Meng Xing look shy.

He is not a good person, Wen Rulan has never denied this. His character is dark and twisted, and his tastes are more perverted than ordinary people.

He was once only one step away from the nightmare. Although he did not take that step in the end, what the nightmares showed him was indeed the truest desire in his heart.

Binding the aloof gods with thorny vines, staining the opponent's spotless cheeks with blood, and defiling the opponent's divinity with depraved and dirty demonic energy.

Desire is a primitive and uncontrollable thing. Wen Rulan cannot change the almost demonic and bad taste in his bones, but his love for Meng Xing makes him unable to bear to hurt him. He can't really do this to Meng Xing, so he can only Can settle for the next best thing.

Although Meng Xing's divine power was gone after he came to this dreamland, his divinity did not disappear because he lost his power. It was something engraved on his soul. Meng Xing probably never noticed it, but sometimes, he might If he is in a daze, he may be distracted, and his expression will become solemn unconsciously. Even if he is very close, he will feel far away and difficult to approach.

Wen Rulan hates this feeling of distance the most. It always reminds him of the memory of being left behind and having to suffer in endless longing.

If he hates it, he will destroy it. He wants to break this divinity and make Meng Xing moved because of him. Because of him, he will show a less solemn and less godlike expression, such as shyness. This gave him a double excitement of getting close to the other person and of desecrating the other person.

And it was surprisingly easy to satisfy his perverted desire. Meng Xing is really very simple when it comes to love. Even though he is tens of thousands of years old, Wen Rulan sometimes talks dirty things to him. It would be nice if he doesn't talk about it and doesn't cover his red face with anything.

But this time he was covered, and it was still tightly covered. Wen Rulan reached out and tried to remove the corner of the quilt that covered Meng Xing's eyes, but she didn't pull it.

After a moment of stalemate, Wen Rulan raised her eyebrows. If Meng Xing didn't speak, then he would.

He lowered his body, originally half-supporting on Meng Xing's body, but now he directly put his weight on it. He leaned close to Meng Xing's ear and said in a hoarse voice after pleasure: "Did you watch a short movie? ?”

Meng Xing: "..."

He really didn't expect Wen Rulan to say this. He was stunned for a moment before answering: "No."

Wen Rulan didn't quite believe it. Otherwise, how else could explain Meng Xing's rapid advancement in technology? But Meng Xing's tone really didn't sound like he was lying.

He couldn't help but frown, and changed his strategy from questioning to coaxing a confession.

He bit Meng Xing's earlobe and held it gently with his lips without using his teeth. While licking it with the tip of his tongue, he blew air into the sensitive ear canal. He rubbed his ears and temples together and said, "Why is that? Tell me, okay? .”

Okay... Meng Xing took the risk and agreed.

At the critical moment, his mind stopped the answer he was about to say. Meng Xing pursed his lips tightly, thinking that nothing could tell the truth. It was unworthy of him as a man to use his divine power to cheat in such a place. dignity.

Meng Xing didn't want to cheat, but he probably just didn't have much talent. He could still make progress with Wen Rulan at the beginning, but after Wen Rulan stopped complaining about pain, he couldn't find a way to improve at all.

He could tell that Wen Rulan endured the pain. He didn't scream, but when the pain hit, Wen Rulan would always hold his hand harder.

Wen Rulan couldn't bear to treat him, and he couldn't bear to hurt the other person, so even if only a small amount of his divine power was restored, he would use it to make the other person not hurt.

It was quite good originally, but Wen Rulan really enjoyed it this time, and Meng Xing was able to let go of his hands and feet, without having to be cautious because he was worried about hurting the other person.

It's just...who would have expected that Wen Rulan would be so sharp and immediately notice something was wrong.

He discovered it as soon as he discovered it, but he still wanted to pursue it to the end. Meng Xing felt as guilty as a student who had just been caught by the invigilator after cheating.

But there is one difference. Wen Rulan has no evidence. As long as Meng Xing does not admit it, the truth will not be revealed.

Yes, as long as he doesn't admit it.

Meng Xing was determined to fight to the end, and Wen Rulan was equally determined to pry open Meng Xing's mouth even though she was trying hard.

This stalemate lasted until the latter half of the night. When the physical strength of both parties slowly recovered, sparks arose from the friction, and their breathing became entangled again.

A man's willpower is at its weakest when he is in love, and he can say any outrageous sweet words. Once he gets out of bed, he may turn against the other person.

Meng Xing would not fall out, nor would he say outrageous love words, but he did have a common problem among men, and at this moment, it was easier to talk.

Wen Rulan took advantage of the situation, and after a night of hard work, she finally pried open Meng Xing's mouth when Meng Xing's defense was at its weakest, and learned the truth about the cheating.

Then, there was a long silence as Meng Xing's eyes met.

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