Sexy! Secretly sweet! Black Moonlight dressed as a yandere!

The palm that fell on the back of the neck slowly moved to Silian's waist, weakly supporting the young man in the snow-white bathrobe on his lap.

Fu Shidu's pupils were dark and narrow, and he raised his lips, "It's a very nice name, it sounds better than that idiot Si Mengmeng's name."

Silian lazily raised his chin, looking very proud, "Of course."

There's something about the tone that feels like it should be.

His name was inherited in his memory from birth.

Silian.

Si Yehuo, palm red lotus.

If the original owner of this body could also know the meaning of this name, instead of just being left behind by Si Mengmeng as he thought, he would probably feel a little relieved in his heart.

Perhaps due to the influence of the original owner, Silian felt quite happy when she heard the man praise her name as being better than Si Mengmeng.

After all, the original owner had rarely heard such words in his life except when he was learning painting, piano, and even dancing when his art teacher praised him for being better than Si Mengmeng when he was a child.

only……

Silian leaned back slightly and distanced himself from Fu Shidu, thinking that there was something wrong with this posture.

He has also sat on the Lord God's lap.

But Fu Shidu was not him.

The man's legs were wrapped in dark suit trousers. The fabric had a smooth and cold touch like silk, but the skin under Silian's snow-colored bathrobe seemed to feel a hint of heat and was slightly burning.

Except for the Lord God, he has never had such close contact with anyone.

It just feels...weird.

The young man was about to get up, but Fu Shidu slowly poured a glass of red wine down the collar of Silian's bathrobe.

The bright red is blurred, and the white snow is stained.

The chilled wine slid along Silian's overlapping and slightly open collar, past her neck, collarbone, chest, to her waist and abdomen, and even...

Silian was slightly excited, and her body couldn't help but become tense.

The young man's beautiful eyes suddenly widened, "What are you doing?"

Fu Shidu's rose-colored lips curved in a seductive way, and the words he spoke seemed like a soft whisper, but there was a trace of danger in them, "The Si family sent a fake Si Mengmeng. Of course, they deceived me, but you did the same, too. Lie to me."

Silian, who was originally very energetic, suddenly had a hint of guilt in his eyes.

Well, although it was the original person's fault, now he takes the blame.

"This is... punishment." Fu Shidu continued in Silian's ear while slowly pouring the red wine. He threw the cup away casually and held the young man's waist with his hands, as if to warn him not to run away.

The glass hit the floor, making a "click" sound.

Broken glass splashed onto Silian's calf, causing him pain. His long and beautiful legs couldn't help but hook up around Fu Shidu's waist to avoid the flying debris.

The scene, seen from a distance, seemed to be Silian throwing herself into the man's arms, her movements dark and ambiguous.

Fu Shidu's throat tightened slightly, and his long, narrow and beautiful eyes suddenly became extremely deep. He opened his lips and murmured: "You smell a little bit..."

Si Lian's true form is an ancient red lotus. When Fu Shidu said that he smelled good, his expression was calm, there was no expression of surprise at all, and he didn't feel offended.

However, the next second, Fu Shidu lowered his head, and his slightly cool lips fell on Silian's neck, like the lingering love between lovers.

Silian's whole body trembled slightly.

...a very strange feeling.

Silian sat on Fu Shidu's lap and said to the man buried in his neck, "You are a bit perverted like this."

"You're not the only one who said that." Fu Shidu sneered carelessly, raised his palm and clasped Silian's head. The jade-like joints entangled a strand of his hair and said, "So, do you want to Obedient."

乖？

Silian doesn't know what it means to be good.

However, he wanted to know what Fu Shidu wanted to do.

There was bright red wine left on the young man's snow-white and delicate collarbone. Fu Shidu seemed to use Silian's collarbone as a wine glass, tasting it carefully.

Her thin lips slowly licked the wine stains on her snow-white neck clean bit by bit.

It's like being addicted, I still feel like it's not enough, not enough...

Finally, Fu Shidu bit Silian's neck, and his lips turned a rich red.