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

The afternoon is the hottest time of the day.

The sun outside is very hot.

Perhaps because of the heavy yin energy, the house was peaceful and quiet.

Faint light filtered in through the window, illuminating the room where green long coats were scattered on the floor, mixed with dark modern men's suits, and a pair of men's underwear of a certain size.

Because the green dress was complicated and long, some of it was torn off and thrown away, hanging by the bed and hanging to the ground.

The air is filled with the rich aroma of grapes, lingering in every corner of the room for a long time.

Yinchuan is still sleeping.

He was wearing nothing because it was summer, and he only had a thin blanket covering his middle part.

She nestled in Jiang Que's arms and breathed shallowly. The marks on her body were obvious, and even the slightly tired teardrop mole at the end of her eye had marks from being kissed and bitten.

Except for the place where they slept, the rest of the bed was occupied by vines growing from Yinchuan, and these vines were full of large, black bunches of grapes.

The fruity scent was so strong that Jiang Que couldn't sleep.

I picked one and put it in my mouth and tasted it. It was very sweet, no different from naturally grown grapes.

"Is it tasty?"

As soon as Jiang Que picked the grapes, Yin Chuan woke up.

She closed her eyes and kissed Jiang Que's collarbone, her hoarse voice drawn out as seductively as usual.

Jiang Que ate a grape and then lowered his head to peck Yin Chuan.

Yin Chuan pursed his lips, tasted the sweetness of someone, and smiled: "Not bad."

Jiang Que stared at him solemnly, picked a bunch and held it in his hand: "It's good."

Then Yin Chuan felt his body a little cold. He opened his eyes and saw that Jiang Que was exerting force on the bunch of grapes he was holding.

The dark purple grape juice squeezed out from his fingers dripped onto his body, leaving a pool of fruit stains on his skin which was already covered with scars.

The fruit stains finally flowed onto the bed sheets, staining a large area grape red.

Yin Chuan opened his lips slightly, and Jiang Que lowered his head to kiss him. The grapes that were squeezed by his fingers were placed on Yin Chuan's body, and they passed through Jiang Que's fingers and slowly traveled on his body.

The dark grape pulp and juice are used together to paint magnificent mountains and rivers on Yinchuan's porcelain-white skin.

...

There were so many grapes that we couldn't eat them all.

After taking a shower, Yin Chuan sat in the yard basking in the sun wearing Jiang Que's long T-shirt.

The vines grew longer and longer, mixed with the hair and draped behind her, leading all the way to the room where they formed a huge pile, leaving almost no space to step.

Yin Chuan combed her long hair and piled it in front of her. Jiang Que found a pair of scissors in the kitchen and cut the grapes that Yin Chuan had grown.

Then he cut off the vines on Yinchuan's head, and his heavy head suddenly felt a lot lighter.

The cut vines were piled in the room. With a wave of his hand, they disappeared without a trace. Even the messy bed became clean as before.

Jiang Que was sitting in the yard squeezing grape juice to make wine. Yin Chuan was sitting beside him, hugging him from the side, his hands constantly groping Jiang Que's chest.

The wound healed after a trip to the spirit world, and there was no trace of the wound.

The repair is much faster than his method.

Yin Chuan hugged Jiang Que, resting his chin on his shoulder and chuckling, "My Lord, it's too cruel for you to use my children to make wine in front of me."

Jiang Que was crushing grapes with a stick to squeeze out the juice. He glanced at him and said, "How about using your own juice? Or... would it be more fragrant if we use the juice from other parts of the Lord God?"

To this guy, these fruits are like human seeds. Before they are planted in the mother's womb and born, they are not new lives, but just a pool of water at most.

If the grape seeds are not planted in the soil and sprout, there will be no child.

Besides, what's wrong with taking some grapes from the land he worked so hard to cultivate and making wine?

Of course, if he wanted to have something else, he wouldn't mind.

After all, this wine...

In the end, it is still uncertain who will drink it and where they will drink it.

Yin Chuan understood immediately, and small buds began to sprout on his head: "..."

The tips of his ears turned slightly red as he thought of something.

Then he pushed Jiang Que open.

He cursed: "Shame on you."