You are planning something evil: Don’t come here, my yandere disciple.

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Jiang Suiwan's emotions have always been stable and light. Even in the moment of life and death, he rarely has such deep fear.

Yes, it is fear.

Shen Qi's tone was gentle, but Jiang Suiwan's intuition told him that if he couldn't escape today, he might be greatly hurt.

He wanted to run, but it was too late.

Shen Qi's hand on his shoulder grabbed his neck at some point and restrained him firmly.

"Xiao Xianjun, do you still want to run away?"

Shen Qi grabbed Jiang Suiwan's neck and pulled him into his arms. He lowered his head and asked Jiang Suiwan in his ear.

He had always been smiling and smiling in front of Jiang Suiwan, shameless and rogue, which made Jiang Suiwan relax his vigilance.

He almost forgot that the Demon Lord was a violent and moody madman.

"Don't run away." Jiang Suiwan knew he was invincible and resistance was futile, so he closed his eyes and said, "Kill me."

With the Demon Lord's temperament, he had been teasing him like a pet for so long. Now that he had angered him, he was impatient. It was indeed natural for the Demon Lord to kill him.

As for the demon king's overly intimate behavior, in Jiang Suiwan's opinion, it was just teasing on a whim, no different from teasing kittens and puppies.

He sighed in his heart, it seemed like he was going to die here today.

Fortunately, his disciples escaped.

I haven't even had time to say goodbye to my senior brothers and sisters, which is a bit regretful.

Jiang Suiwan closed his eyes and waited quietly for Shen Qi to make a move.

Shen Qi suddenly laughed angrily when he saw him looking at death. His hand holding Jiang Suiwan's neck suddenly loosened. He turned the man to face him, stared at him, and asked in a cold tone: "Xiao Xianjun, I really want to Die?"

Before Jiang Suiwan could answer, he leaned over and buried his head in the side of Jiang Suiwan's neck, saying in a hoarse voice, "Don't worry, I will fulfill the little fairy's wish."

"I promise to make the little fairy *xian* die."

Shen Qi said, holding Jiang Suiwan's hand and pressing it on his chest, his voice was hoarse: "Xiao Xianjun***"

Jiang Suiwan was frightened by his actions, and his eyes widened in shock.

***

"You, you," Jiang Suiwan's face turned pale with fright, and the curse words rolled around in his throat without being able to come out. In the end, he only said: "Dirty!"

"Well, I'm dirty." Shen Qi pressed his struggling hand and breathed sweetly, "Xiao Xianjun, I miss you."

Jiang Suiwan has always been stoic and doesn't even know much about things between men and women, let alone things between men.

He was frightened by Shen Qi's obscene movements, shocked and angry.

Jiang Suiwan struggled almost crazily.

His struggles were stifled by Shen Qi, and then he felt light and was picked up by Shen Qi.

After a moment of dizziness, they returned to the demon world and Shen Qi's bedroom.

Jiang Suiwan was thrown on the bed. Then, Shen Qi grabbed his struggling wrist and held it down. He untied Jiang Suiwan's belt and looped it around his wrist several times to trap him.

Jiang Suiwan was so frightened that he shrank deeper into the bed.

"What are you going to do?!" Jiang Suiwan was so frightened and angry for the first time in all these years.

Shen Qi grabbed his ankle and dragged him back, then pressed him up regardless of his resistance, and said, "You."

***

Shen Qi almost wanted to chew up the human flesh and bones and swallow them into his stomach.

This person was finally his.

This finally only belongs to him.

Shen Qi pestered Jiang Suiwan obsessively.

Jiang Suiwan was infiltrated by Shen Qi's aura, and he couldn't help but think:

why treat me like this?

Humiliating me like this?

Does he owe Shen Qi anything?

But they obviously don't know each other.

Jiang Suiwan's eyes were distracted, and his knuckled hands were helplessly sunk into the soft quilt. Shen Qi dragged him back again and again and held him down, not allowing him to escape, over and over again, without end.

(The author has something to say: I am a pervert and I like this kind of thing. Does this count as a dark room?)