Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Xuanluo's lips curled up into an unfathomable smile, and his throat slipped uncontrollably.

Xing Chen was still teasing him recklessly. He leaned over and kissed his Adam's apple with his lips.

"Master, can you do this?"

It's dying.

Xuanluo unconsciously exerted force on the hand that was pinching his knee.

Xing Chen snorted softly, "Master is bad, he hurt me."

Xuanluo gritted his teeth secretly, "Baby, think it through."

Xing Chen bit his throat wantonly.

Xuanluo walked faster and faster. Xingchen glanced to the side and found that he was going straight to Merlin.

The plum forest was like a red fire that stretched for ten miles, with an open-air hot spring in the middle, and the sound of water flowing all year round. White mist rose from the water surface, dyeing the plum blossoms blooming on the edge with a moist luster, like fragrant dew that had been dripping for years.

"What are you thinking about?" Xing Chen asked with a smile.

Xuan Luo leaped up into the air, his toes landing on the clusters of flaming petals of the Merlin tree, and with a spun around, he landed beside the hot spring pool with her arms around him.

Warm and moist water vapor hit his face. Xingchen was anxious to get into the water and quickly wash off the blood on his body, but Xuanluo held him tightly and refused to let go.

While Xingchen was wondering, Xuanluo came close to his ear. The heat that was several times hotter than that of a hot spring, along with Xuanluo's unique but slightly hoarse voice, repeatedly scraped Xingchen's ear canal.

"Baby, I don't mind you transforming into 108 clones, or even several times more. Zhitian Realm can accommodate them all."

Xing Chen felt his scalp tingling slightly when he heard his voice. He immediately felt as if cartilage was poured all over his body and curled up in Xuan Luo's arms.

"But one hundred and eight joys are gathered into your body... You little rascal, can you hold on for half a quarter of an hour?"

Xing Chen only imagined that scene for a moment, and he huddled together and began to tremble uncontrollably in Xuan Luo's arms.

He groaned pitifully twice and dared not speak.

Xuanluo took his earlobe in his mouth and rubbed it with his teeth as if punishing him.

Xing Chen's breathing was unstable, the stars in his eyes were scattered and confused, and his voice was as delicate and soft as a kitten.

"Master... spare my life."

Xuan Luo had no choice but to come over and bite his lips, "You little rascal, the thief is crying thief."

Xingchen opened his lips flatteringly and let him kiss him. Xuanluo hugged him and kissed him as they walked into the spring.

As soon as he immersed himself in the warm spring water, the thick blood stains on Xing Chen's body immediately began to disperse. He frowned and looked at the blood under his body, then turned around like a slippery fish and swam from Xuan Luo's arms to the deep spring water in front.

The pool was filled with steam, and his figure disappeared behind the white mist. The blood on Xuanluo's body was slowly washed away by the current and disappeared.

Xuan Luo once again became the Lord God in a spotless cloak of icy white.

He looked down at himself, not satisfied with his clean appearance, and quickly followed the direction where Xing Chen was wandering.

Xing Chen emerged from the spring and seeing that Xuan Luo was no longer visible, he took off his coat and threw it onto the plum branches hanging in the distance. The smell of blood on his body finally dissipated.

He splashed the water on his face, turned around and saw that Xuan Luo had not caught up with him yet, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Master?"

There was a light plum scent in the air, and the sound of water flowing in the hot spring pool echoed quietly. No one answered him.

Xing Chen pursed his lips, a hint of mischief flashed in his eyes, and he plunged his head into the pool, trying to run again.

This time, he didn't swim far before a pair of large hands suddenly pulled him out of the water.

Xuanluo's wet and hot chest pressed against his back, causing Xingchen to scream in fear. He reached out and grabbed a plum branch that was sticking out from the edge of the pond. The branch was covered with densely packed red plum blossoms, which looked extremely gorgeous.

“…Master.”

"Hmm?" Xuanluo's lips lingered on the back of his neck, "What are you shouting about?"

Xing Chen wrinkled the petals on the plum branch with her fingers, "Husband."

"Be good." Xuan Luo slowly unbuttoned the collar of his inner shirt.

Xing Chen pursed his lips tightly and lowered his head to look at the two people's vague reflections in the water.

His underwear was gently taken off his shoulders, and Xuanluo's kisses fell densely on the back of his shoulders.

Xing Chen bit her lip, closed her eyes, and waited obediently for Xuan Luo's gentle yet brutal conquest.

But after he waited for a while, Xuan Luo did not take any further action, and even withdrew from his kiss.

Xingchen opened his blank eyes in hesitation and felt a gentle brushstroke falling on his shoulder.

In the blurry reflection in the water, he could vaguely see Xuanluo holding a pen, carefully drawing something on his shoulder.

Xingchen's entire weight fell on Xuanluo's hand that was around his waist. The itchy feeling of the soft touch on his shoulder penetrated into the gaps between his bones because of the two people's tightly pressed posture.

In just a short while, it spread like wildfire.

His body gradually became empty. Every time Xuanluo put down his pen, he would shudder. Even with gritting his teeth, he could not hide the muffled groans in his throat.

......This strange physique......

"Be good, baby, don't move." Xuan Luo coaxed gently.

Xing Chen felt ashamed and embarrassed to face people, but he tried his best to endure it, and the corners of his eyes were red from the agony.

The eyes were filled with spring water that seemed to be about to overflow and wet her thick long eyelashes, like the wings of a newborn butterfly that accidentally got wet by the pond water and trembled endlessly in panic.

Xingchen felt like he had been enduring a long time in dizziness before Xuanluo finally stopped writing. He turned his head to see what Xuanluo had drawn, but his eyes were misty and he couldn't see anything clearly.

It was a color as bright as fire. Xingchen's shoulder became a corner of the plum garden. The brilliant picture of clusters of burning flames set off his white and snow-white skin, just like petals blooming on the snow.

Under the plum tree, a figure in white, sketched by Xuanluo with just a few strokes, was pressing his beloved girl in red against the plum tree and kissing her passionately.

Xingchen murmured: "Xuanluo..."

Xuanluo threw away the pen in his hand, lifted Xingchen to his waist, stepped into the waist-deep spring water, strode to the edge of the pool, and put him on a smooth stream stone.

Xing Chen leaned softly against the plum tree behind her and looked at him with moist eyes.

"What did you draw?"

Even the sound is wet.

Xuanluo didn't answer. He pressed him against the tree and kissed him hard. He put his fingers on his other shoulder and tried to take off his underwear completely.

Xing Chen suppressed his palpitations and desire, blocked him with his soft arms, smiled and turned his head to avoid his lips.

"Don't talk, don't kiss."

Xuanluo chuckled and replied, "This is the situation."

Xing Chen understood immediately and asked him again: "Then am I wearing clothes?"

“…I wore it.”

"Then my husband can't take off my clothes."

Xuanluo bit his chin, regretting that he had dressed his baby, and leaned over to kiss Xingchen's neck.

"Is it too late for me to change now?"

Xing Chen suppressed his laughter and said, "It's too late."

Xuanluo kissed him from his jaw to his earlobe, "Baby, the arrow is on the string, help me."

Xing Chen turned his head to look at him. Under the vast white mist and the color of burning fire in the sky, his handsome face looked like a naughty monster.

"husband."

Xuanluo held his face and said, "I'm here."

"Xing'er is going to punish you."

Xuanluo was distressed and helpless, and pecked him on the lips, "What are you going to punish me for?"

Xing Chen licked his lips and smiled meaningfully.

"Punish my husband...don't move."