Xiyang Mourning

Zheng Yang looked up at Cheng Xi piously, Zheng Yang felt a pair of hands gently caressing his face, and he closed his eyes comfortably.

My master, you see, I can't escape your tenderness at all, as long as it is your touch, I want to accept it.

Those hands slowly moved down to Zheng Yang's neck, and surrounded Zheng Yang's neck with his hands. Cheng Xi's thumb slowly stroked Zheng Yang's Adam's apple.

Zheng Yang felt the hand on his neck, but he didn't struggle and kept his eyes closed.However, he suddenly realized that his master's hands were slowly tightening.

He felt that his breathing gradually became difficult, and the veins in his neck burst out due to the physiological reaction. He opened his eyes and looked at Cheng Xi quietly.

Cheng Xi watched the man in front of him still obediently let his hands tighten under his own movements, those eyes that were wet due to physiological reactions seemed to contain everything.

I don't know why, but he has a feeling that even if he wants the man in front of him to die, he can send himself to hell without hesitation.

Perhaps, Zheng Yang would hand him the knife when he was about to kill him.Cheng Xi stopped her clenched hands, as if bewitched by Zheng Yang's eyes, leaned over and kissed Zheng Yang's eyes.

Zheng Yang felt that the hand on his neck stopped tightening, and then his eyes were kissed, and tears flowed down like this.Zheng Yang was a little self-deprecating, how could he lose his helmet and armor with just one kiss? It really doesn't look like him, but the corners of his mouth curled up showed his master's good mood.

His master, kissed him.

After Cheng Xi placed a kiss on Zheng Yang's eyes, he raised his head, aiming at the smile that Zheng Yang hadn't withdrawn from the corner of his mouth.It is undeniable that he was bewitched by such a smile, and he touched his lips with some doubts, as if he couldn't believe that he just kissed the man in front of him.

"Go to bed." Cheng Xi's hoarse voice came from beside her ear.

Zheng Yang didn't speak, just opened his eyes and looked at the person who had left his eyes, and climbed onto the bed under Cheng Xi's gaze.

When Zheng Yang was lying on the bed, his back hurt, Zheng Yang looked at Cheng Xi with a smile and thought in his heart.

When Cheng Xi went to bed, she propped herself up to look at Zheng Yang, quietly looked at Zheng Yang's face, and gently stroked the scars on Zheng Yang's body with her hands, she couldn't see her face clearly with her head down.

"Does it hurt?"

After hearing this, Zheng Yang slowly put his hand on Cheng Xi's neck, "You gave it to me." I will take whatever you give.

"Heh" Cheng Xi raised his head, then lowered his head and bit Zheng Yang's neck.Zheng Yang suddenly felt as if something cold slipped from his neck and then disappeared.

After biting for a while, Cheng Xi's head left Zheng Yang's body, stared at Zheng Yang, then got up and sat on the bed.Under Zheng Yang's puzzled gaze, he slowly took off his clothes one by one, revealing scars somewhat similar to Zheng Yang's body.

After Cheng Xi finished taking off, he slowly stroked the marks on his body that were about to disappear completely, and then turned to look at Zheng Yang, "Look, you gave these too... unfortunately, I don't want it, my lord .”

Looking at Cheng Xi's movements, Zheng Yang felt that Cheng Xi was holding a knife and stabbing each other fiercely, and both of them were in pain.

Zheng Yang climbed down from the bed towards Cheng Xi, "Master..."

Seeing Zheng Yang approaching, Cheng Xi grabbed Zheng Yang and pressed him on the bed without any foreplay.

Feeling the trembling of the body below him, Cheng Xi smiled and asked while moving, "Guess why I punish you with only whips and bamboo sticks forever?"

Before waiting for Zheng Yang's answer, Cheng Xi continued to smile and said, "That whip was given by Qin Haoyu."

A kiss landed on Zheng Yang's cheek, Zheng Yang stared at Cheng Xi's smile, and suddenly felt that smile was so cruel.

"The slave knows..."

"That bamboo stick once fell on me." Cheng Xi stood up and heard Zheng Yang's muffled groan. He looked at Zheng Yang with red eyes, "So... I will never fall in love with you, you know?!"

"The slave knows..." Zheng Yang tightly grasped Cheng Xi's shoulders with both hands, bearing the impact from his lower body, listening to Cheng Xi's cold words, "I owe everything to you"

"I'm really... sorry, Master"

If it wasn't for him, if it wasn't for him, he would owe the master after all.Master, I will not extravagantly ask for your tenderness, as long as you don't leave, don't leave.

I will accept everything you give, as long as you don't leave.

He never regrets, he never regrets.

"I hate you"

"Sorry……"

"I hate you"

"I know……"

That beastly venting copulation was filled with the madness of two souls.

Those that Zheng Yang didn't hear, Cheng Xi muttered to himself.

"I hate you"

"What should I do with you..."

"I won't fall in love with you...absolutely!"

He was talking to himself.