King like prison

"You still made people hurt a few days ago." The two were discussing, and Yang Li suddenly said an insignificant sentence, and the tone seemed to reveal a little regret.

At dusk that day, Yangli was thinking about how to make amends for breaking the appointment, but when 'Xian'er' appeared, he knew it was unnecessary. Because the beautiful and powerful monster, Yingluo came back! Only occasionally, he would think of 'Xian'er' That's really a cute little guy, and he can't coincide with the cold-hearted and cold-faced person in front of him, but the seemingly suffocating and dangerous aura emanating from him is always unbearable want to chase.

"Everything is ready, and we can start at midnight tonight."

Yingluo ignored Yangli's provocative words, tapped on the drawing, and gave serious instructions.

"Oh? Then what about your 'Brother Ming'?"

"Hmph! I live for revenge, so what does he have to do with me?" Yingluo glanced at her disdainfully, she was obviously smiling, but the ridiculousness didn't reach her eyes, only a emptiness and coldness.

Yingluo returned to the residence on the tail of dusk. When passing by the study, she found that Mu Ming was holding a pen in the study and staring blankly. The ink dripped down at some time, staining the whole black, like a decayed rose, with distinct textures. Carved on plain white letterhead.After a while, Mu Ming realized that 'Xian'er' was looking at him, his eyes unconsciously dodged for a moment, hesitant to speak.

Since 'Xian'er' woke up again, his attitude became more and more unpredictable, conveying the meaning of rejection. Mu Ming wanted to ask what happened several times, but was tactfully avoided.Recently, he always leaves early and comes back after sunset, and no one is allowed to follow him. Mu Ming struggled to find out, but he dared not.

"You, are you leaving...?"

Mu Ming was silent, the light in his eyes slowly changed from the bright light when he saw 'Xian'er' to gray-black, he hesitated for a long time, and asked the thought that had been circling in his mind, with an unstoppable sense of loss in his tone.

"Do you want me to agree with my body?"

Ying Luo casually brushed Mu Ming's black strands across his cheeks, and asked frivolously.

"!! No, I want to return,"

Mu Ming hastily denied, wrinkling his nose from being scratched by his hair.

"Oh! Does this despise me? Do you look down on me as an ordinary person?"

Yingluo raised her eyebrows, showing a beautiful smile, a little seductive.

"Never, it's just that you and I are both men, it's not right. The nonsense at that time... You have a small heart, so it doesn't matter."

Mu Ming remembered all the things before, his face turned reddish, and his expression was not natural.But he seemed to think of something, and added a sentence, his tone fell to the bottom.

And Yingluo just stared at it with a slight smile, with a smug tinge between her brows and eyes.

In a trance, that smile overlapped with a certain part of the memory, and Mu Ming was lost in it, drowning in those gorgeous fiery red pupils.

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Yingluo carefully cleaned Mu Ming's back and was about to leave, when suddenly one hand tightly grasped the hem of his clothes.Maybe it was Mu Ming who noticed something out of his body temperature, and with a sleepy face that was defenseless, he frowned and murmured indistinctly.Yingluo kissed his forehead and coaxed softly:

"Hey, go to sleep..."

Not long after being comforted, Mu Ming fell into a deep sleep because of his exhausted physical strength for the first time.

Poppy caught a glimpse of the night sky, where the incomplete moon was arrogantly set in the middle of the black robe, emitting faint moonlight faintly.Then he walked away quickly, without looking back.