Quick Wear: What to do, he loves the crazy evil god

At night, Mu Ci was working hard.

Qi Xiang reminded in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Helan Yanzhuo is here, right at the door. He looked around but couldn't find an open window, so he is guarding the door."

In this small world, many people know martial arts, and Mu Ci cherishes his life very much.

If you want to stay alive, you must close the doors and windows tightly at night.

Mu Ci: "Let him go back! I want to concentrate on practicing!"

Qixiang slept in the side room, put on his coat, and walked to the outside of Mu Ci's bedroom.

"Your Majesty, the governor has gone to bed, you should go back!"

Helan Yanzhuo glanced at him and whispered, "Qixiang, you go to sleep first. I will leave in a little while."

More than two hours later.

Qi Xiang couldn't bear it and reminded Mu Ci again: "That infatuated man, he is still at the door."

Mu Ci: "...Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

Qi Xiang was very angry and said he would leave soon...

Mu Ci got out of bed and opened the door. The man's straight back was leaning against the wall beside the door. When he heard the door open, the corners of his mouth instantly raised.

Helan Yanzhuo had already arrived in front of him. Under the extremely dim light in the corridor, the man's peach blossom eyes were also flashing with tiny lights, and he looked at him with surprise.

"It's cold outside, come in and talk, why don't you say anything..."

Before Mu Ci could finish his words, the man had already entered the room.

Mu Ci: ...

Feelings are just waiting to come into the house.

Mu Ci had no choice but to close the door. As soon as he turned around, he was embraced in a slightly cool embrace. The sharp scent of pine mixed with mint hit his nose.

He took a deep breath and put his face on the other's shoulder and neck with peace of mind.

"Your leg is still injured, why are you still here in the middle of the night?"

Helan Yanzhuo lowered his eyes and raised his chin, "Even though my leg is injured, I still want to come and see you."

Qixiang next door silently complained: Only you, Mu Cixin, have a leg injury. Who was it that spent most of the night playing in the yard?

A cunning man!

Qixiang turned over and continued to sleep.

Helan Yanzhuo looked down at the tempting lips so close to him and asked softly, "Can I kiss you?"

"No! It's getting late, Your Majesty, please go back and rest early!"

Mu Ci slapped away Helan Yanzhuo's hand that was pinching his chin, walked around him, and lay down on the bed.

If you want to kiss him, just do it. Why are you asking me? What should he say?

How embarrassing!

As soon as he lay down, someone naturally began to take off his clothes, "I came here after taking a shower. I washed it very clean."

Afraid that Mu Ci would drive him away, he explained it in detail.

"Aren't you afraid of being exposed if you stay here like this?"

"I climbed over the wall to get here, and I'll climb over it again before daybreak tomorrow."

Mu Ci: "You make it sound like we're having an affair."

Helan Yanzhuo looked at the woman lying on the bed with her back to him, her slightly thin back hidden under the white inner garment, and the exposed back of her neck.

His Adam's apple rolled twice, he lifted his legs to get on the bed, and lay down on the inside. Seeing that Mu Ci didn't open his eyes, he lifted the quilt and lay down in it.

"How's the wound? Let me take a look."

As he spoke, Mu Ci felt his collar being pulled open. He opened his eyes, and then they widened again in an instant.

"You...why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

"I'm wearing it." Helan Yanzhuo looked at Mu Ci aggrievedly, "If you don't believe me, feel it."

Mu Ci was stunned, his hands were pulled to cover a solid abdominal muscle and the waistband of his pants.

His hand stopped on the solid abdominal muscles, and Mu Ci's heart skipped a beat.

Watazai's abdominal muscles are also this hard.

Then, unwillingly, he rubbed the abdominal muscles twice before reluctantly stopping.

“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt! Lecher!” Mu Ci’s face had already turned red.

While saying this, his eyes kept glancing at Helan Yanzhuo's exposed chest.

You've taken off all your clothes, but you're still covering yourself so tightly.

The quilt covered the part below the collarbone, making it difficult to see clearly. Mu Ci pretended to raise his hand casually and naturally lifted a part of the quilt.

The fair chest was covered with crisscrossing scars, some long and some short, some thick and some thin, and some darker and lighter in color.

Mu Ci was stunned, and with his slightly trembling hand, he touched the scar, stroking it carefully.

Helan Yanzhuo's body tensed up when Mu Ci touched him, and his breathing became gradually unstable as he was gently teased.

These scars were shocking to look at. Mu Ci sat up, turned Helan Yanzhuo's back, and pressed on his shoulders.

There are also several hideous long scars on his back, and even more on his arms...

Although the original owner also had scars on his body, they were negligible compared to Helan Yanzhuo's.

"Are these injuries from the battlefield?" Mu Ci stroked the long, gray-black scar on his shoulder blade.

Helan Yanzhuo shuddered slightly, and said in a deep and hoarse voice, "Wearing armor on the battlefield can protect you a lot."

Mu Ci thought of the original plot, where Helan Yanzhuo had been poisoned by the Queen since he was a child, and all the scars he had were from sword and knife wounds.

There are no such scars when wearing armor.

"This was done by the Queen and the Crown Prince?"

Mu Ci's voice was hoarse, he was so distressed that his voice was trembling, and the words he asked were in a possible tone.

Helan Yanzhuo's heart trembled when he heard this. He reached out and hugged the person in his arms, comforting him softly.

"It's okay, they are all old injuries, they don't hurt anymore."

"I feel sorry for you." Mu Ci nestled in his chest and said in a muffled voice.

A paranoid smile ignited in Helan Yanzhuo's dark eyes.

Xiao Ci, because you feel sorry for me, will you only love me?

Don't look at the wild dogs that come close to you.

Just look at me.

You belong only to me.

"It feels so good to have someone care about you." Helan Yanzhuo murmured after a while.

I will love you more from now on, Mu Ci thought.

Mu Ci's warm breath sprinkled on Helan Yanzhuo's heart, making his breathing heavier. He touched the face of the person in his arms and was about to kiss him.

But Mu Ci raised his hand to stop him, "I went to the Dali Temple this afternoon, and the Dali Temple Chief said that you haven't handed over the prisoner yet."

Helan Yanzhuo grabbed his hand, placed it on his lips and kissed it, "I have prepared a great gift for the prince. Go to the Dali Temple tomorrow to bring him back."

The blocking hand was pulled away, and Helan Yanzhuo's peach blossom eyes were already stained with desire. A hot kiss full of possessiveness fell domineeringly.

After a series of sieges, Mu Ci was almost suffocating. He raised his hand and pushed it softly, then breathed the long-lost air again.

"You're so fierce, your mouth is numb." Mu Ci complained in a soft voice, and even his tongue couldn't move smoothly when he spoke.

As his thumb stroked the lips that were wet and a little swollen from being kissed, Helan Yanzhuo's tears became darker.

The person in front of me has misty eyes, red corners of his eyes, and his voice has become soft. I like everything about him.

"Xiao Ci, you..." This look is so seductive.

A soft and lingering kiss came down, full of tenderness, without the domineering tone just now. Mu Ci couldn't help but began to enjoy such a lingering kiss.

Finally, when Mu Ci thought the other party would continue to kiss his neck, he was hugged tightly in his arms.

With his face against his chest, listening to Helan Yanzhuo's wildly beating heart, it all felt so real.

However, Mu Ci waited for a long time, but the other party did not take any further action and just hugged him tightly.

Is this gone?

Just tease him to the point where he is neither here nor there, and that's it?