Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

The traces of disgust are deliberate and artificial.

When someone saw him, he stood there in a daze.

He had the appearance of an immortal, with his black hair scattered behind him. His arrogant and focused eyes flashed with a hint of worry when he saw the marks on the boy's neck.

She pursed her lips, as if she was struggling internally on how to deal with this accident.

"Junior Brother Yan."

Just when Yan Hui felt that he was not fooled and wanted to pull his clothes down, someone stood in front of the closet with his back to him, putting on his clothes and said indifferently, "If Junior Brother Yan doesn't mind, I will report to Master today and become your Taoist partner."

Although the man had his back to Yanhui, his voice was clear, cold and focused, and every word was powerful, like a stone hitting Yanhui's heart.

I never expected it to turn out this way.

He sat in disgust on the bed which he had not had time to make after rolling around all night.

He thought that this guy would refuse, and then he would talk to him in a considerate manner, making him feel guilty, gradually breaking down his heart, and finally making him fall deeply in love with him, thus breaking this ruthless path.

As a result, this guy simply omitted the offer and wanted to marry him.

"Brother..." Yan Hui's breathing stagnated, staring at the man's broad back, and opened his mouth: "You practice the ruthless way. If you get married and have ties, won't it break your Tao heart?"

Jiang Que had just finished putting on his clothes when Yanhui finished speaking. He turned around and swept his sharp eyes towards the young man on the couch. He said indifferently, "So I won't like you. Marrying you is just fulfilling my duty. If you don't want to, I won't force you."

"Senior brother..."

Yanhui blinked.

So the script was pretty much what he expected.

It just changed from a secret relationship to marriage first and love later, which is now legitimate.

Jiang Que straightened his robe, walked closer to the young man on the couch, and leaned forward slightly: "You don't want to? Or do you mind that you and I are both men, and you are afraid that others will laugh at you."

"I didn't." The boy lowered his head.

Jiang Que reached out and grabbed the boy's jaw, forcing him to look up. He sneered and said, "You have only been a disciple for a short time. I think you haven't learned all the rules and origins of the Dusheng Sect. The Dusheng Sect has had 23 generations of leaders so far, and there are 10 of them who have become Taoist partners with their fellow disciples, so there is no taboo."

"You don't have to rush to answer. I'll give you some time to think about it. But before that, I have some little secrets that I need to share with you so that you can think about it together."

"What, what secret?"

What else doesn't this guy know?

Jiang Que pinched Yan Hui's chin and rubbed his thumb continuously on Yan Hui's lips which were slightly swollen and red from his kisses.

The thick darkness in his eyes is not the desire that a man should have, but a hunter's mentality of playing with a cat, cold and difficult to approach.

"You know that I practice the ruthless way, so I won't have any other feelings for you. Also, the last time I went out to train in the demon clan, I had a brief physical contact with the nineteenth prince of the demon clan, Yan Hui, so you were not my first time. I told you the truth, but I just hope that you will think about it carefully and don't let these crazy thoughts ruin your practice in the future."

Yanxu looked at the man's cold face, and his heart beat abnormally, especially when he heard him mention his name.

Her lips trembled, and she opened her mouth and bit the man's fingers that were stroking her lips. Her eyes moved slowly and she looked up at the man who was standing above her head.

Yan Xi held her finger in her mouth and asked, "So, Senior Brother, do you like that prince?"

Jiang Que stared at the young man, whose eyes were clear and pure, but who was doing things that were extremely tempting to men, and his eyes darkened.

With dark eyes, he held the disgusting profile of the boy with one hand, and pushed the finger with one knuckle bitten off into the boy's mouth, stirring him with his finger in his mouth for fun.

The voice was cold and low: "I don't like it."

The boy couldn't help it, and his red eyes flashed.

"why."

Jiang Que smiled, like a thousand-year-old glacier melting into snow, shining a warm sun. He grabbed the boy's teeth and jaw with his fingers and pulled him in front of him: "Because he is a demon, Junior Brother, are you?"

The disgusted heart skipped a beat, and the heart that had just been rippled by the man's smile seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water, which was freezing cold.

Yanhui turned his head away, avoiding Jiang Que's finger: "I will seriously consider it, and it will definitely not affect Brother's future practice."

There were still water stains from the boy's mouth on Jiang Que's hands, so he put his hands behind his back and wiped them clean.

He straightened his body and resumed his immortal appearance under the breeze and bright moon.

The young man who was forced to lie half-way on the couch gently and politely raised his hands and bowed, a standard gentleman's etiquette: "I'm sorry for the offense, I hope you can forgive me."

Disgusted: “…”

This is a polite lunatic.