Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

"Hmm?" Si Mo continued to seduce Luo Yuheng, "Why can't Ah Heng say it?"

The master in white was leaning on the golden jade couch, supporting his head with one hand, looking lazy. His fox eyes were flashing with a hazy dark light, and the blood-red teardrop mole under the corner of his eye looked like cinnabar, which was blurred by the previous water vapor and gave him a charming look.

Because of the horizontal lying posture, the lines of the waist are faintly visible under the gauze dress, and the waist is so slender that it seems that one hand can be circled.

Just one glance can make your blood boil.

"Master..." This is too unfair.

Luo Yuheng took a step forward and said, "Do you still want your disciple to leave?"

The corners of Si Mo's lips curled up into a bright arc. This kid finally got it.

Some things don't need to be said very clearly, just a look between each other is enough.

"The bed here is a little small. If two people sleep on it, it might squeeze Ah Heng. Otherwise..."

Luo Yuheng interrupted him: "Then don't sleep."

"Um?……"

"Well!"

Si Mo understood what Luo Yuheng meant by "not sleeping".

When I start exercising, I really don’t have time to sleep anymore.

It was not until he tasted the lips he had coveted for so long that Luo Yuheng finally understood one thing: all his emotions were indeed affected by Si Mo, and he also wanted to take Si Mo for himself without being seen by anyone.

Maybe it was because of Si Mo's sudden change, treating him so well all of a sudden and indulging him so unconditionally, that he suddenly didn't want Si Mo to die.

Luo Yuheng had never known his parents since he was a child. The first image that came to his mind was endless darkness, and his nose was filled with the unpleasant smell of blood.

No one taught him how to love. He was suppressed by children of the same age since he was a child, and his heart had long been frozen by ice and filled with hostility.

Later, when he gained the ability, the desire for revenge that had been hidden for many years began to unfold uncontrollably, and he killed all those who had bullied him.

Later, he came to Ziyun Peak and was chosen by his master to be a sacrifice to the immortal. Although there was a huge gap in strength between him and the devil master, Luo Yuheng never gave up the idea of ​​killing him.

But now, how this murderous intention turned into paranoia and possession, Luo Yuheng couldn't explain.

But Si Mo brought him into an unknown territory, taught him what love is, and gave him a lot of love.

Luo Yuheng had an answer in his heart, which he didn't know whether it was right or wrong. Love is desire and possession.

"Uh-huh... Ah Heng."

The little fox was so confused by the kiss that two tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes, and he looked particularly pitiful.

However, when Luo Yuheng saw this, he wanted to pin the person down and bully him even more.

The dense kisses fell obsessively on every part of the white-robed master. Luo Yuheng kissed very devoutly, as if the person in front of him was a noble white jade sculpture and he himself was a loyal believer.

As soon as Si Mo raised his head, his chin was kissed. Luo Yuheng leaned down and saw his master with his fairy clothes half-off. The snow-white spring light in front of him aroused the nameless fire in his heart again.

The two looked at each other briefly, and the young man reached out to wipe away the tears shed by his master in white. The scorching temperature seemed to be able to burn a person's skin.

Luo Yuheng went to look for those sweet lips again, and like a predator, he mercilessly plundered the air from Si Mo's mouth.

By the end, half of the incense had burned out, the bed in the master's hall was in a mess, and Si Mo's collarbone and shoulders were also marked, and not even a piece of fair skin could be found.

The little fox lay in his arms with drunken eyes, and stretched out his hands weakly to push away Luo Yuheng's chest as he tried to get closer.

“Oh…no more!”

Although it sounded more like a tone of coquettishness, Luo Yuheng could tell that Si Mo was really tired.

His breathing stagnated and he unconsciously softened his movements.

Luo Yuheng hugged his master tighter again, pecked his broken lips, and then they closed their eyes together.

He seemed to have learned a little bit.

Love is also heartache.

Because I feel sorry for you, I give in.