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Zhuo Yuchen was taken aback by the sudden noise. Taking advantage of the gap between the equally astonished sharp sword and his absent-mindedness, he glanced outside the door, and then looked in astonishment at Zheng Yan, who was impossible to appear, standing at the door with a gloomy face. Outside, staring at him and the sharp sword.

There were two people beside the other party, one was Zheng Haoran, his legs were shaking with fright at the moment; the other was a middle-aged locksmith with tools, seeing the movement in the house, the old master Subconsciously glanced over his head.

"Master, you go first, this is... this is our private matter..." Zheng Haoran calmed down the panic in his heart, and hurriedly said.

Seeing that the development of the matter was beyond his expectation, the locksmith didn't want to be troublesome. It happened that Zheng Haoran had already paid the money before he came, so he picked up the toolbox and left in a hurry.Zheng Yan's body was permeated with a substantive low pressure, which made him a little afraid. He always felt that if he stayed any longer, he might be implicated.

Zhuo Yuchen pushed another sharp sword with his head buried in his chest, licking the red dot.

His current situation felt a little funny to him: most of his trousers were taken off, and the things underneath were held in his hands by a sharp sword, and even the two bottom balls were not spared.The clothes were also open, and the shirt on his chest had already been licked wet by the sharp sword, sticking to his body stickily, outlining the smooth lines of the body and the shape of shivering grains.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like being caught and raped on the bed... on the sofa.

Seeing his appearance, Zheng Yan was almost so angry, his eyes were red, like a tiger whose territory had been invaded, he raised his fists, strode into the room, and headed towards Zhuo Yu who was still lying on his back. The sharp sword on Chen's body was a painful punch!

Bang!

Li Jian was still fascinated by Zhuo Yuchen's demeanor at this moment, so he received a solid punch from Zheng Yan unexpectedly.

He reacted quickly and closed Zhuo Yuchen's clothes to cover his slender body.

Regardless of thinking more about why Zheng Yan appeared here, Li Jian obeyed his instinct and beat Zheng Yan with his backhand.

Li Jian was a special soldier, and this punch was so powerful that Zheng Yan staggered several steps and fell to the ground.

After wiping the bruise on his face casually, Zheng Yan's face darkened: "Zheng Haoran! Get the fuck out of here and help!"

Zheng Haoran didn't dare to resist, so he hardened his courage and rushed forward to join the battle.

Only Zheng Yan was alone, and he definitely couldn't beat a strong sword.But with the addition of Zheng Haoran, the situation immediately took a turn for the worse.

The two of them were cousins, and they were extremely unified in their movements. They were one against two with sharp swords, and after a few rounds of fighting with the two, they showed signs of weakness and were defeated.

Zheng Yan clenched his fists tightly, unable to vent his anger.

He really has nothing to do with Zhuo Yuchen.

This person doesn't eat hard and soft, and doesn't eat oil or salt. He thought that persecution and pressure would make this person bow his head, lie down obediently and let him rub the ball and slap him flat.

But Zhuo Yuchen fucked him instead!

After that, he fled to the coast regardless.

After arresting him, he learned a bit better, changed to a soft policy, tried every means to pretend to be gentle, and waited for Zhuo Yuchen to fall into his trap obediently.

The results of it?Zhuo Yuchen ran away anyway!

And what made Zheng Yan hate it was that Zhuo Yuchen still followed the soldier who humiliated him in every possible way!

He is used to going smoothly in his life, even if it is a genetic mental disorder, someone will always help him around.As a result, when it came to Zhuo Yuchen's issue, he was beaten and defeated many times, which made Zheng Yan extremely unwilling.He couldn't tell whether he was so attached to Zhuo Yuchen because of his excessive spiritual needs when he fell ill, or because of something else.

Zheng Yan only knew that when he beat Shen Ye before, he was really sad for Zhuo Yuchen.

"Fuck, what's wrong with me, it's always been others trying to curry favor with me, why are you the only one who wants to fight against me!"

Zheng Yan was burning with anger, and with all his grievances, he directly hit the abdomen of the sharp sword that was tied by Zheng Haoran.Although Li Jian has a strong physique, with a solid eight-pack abs on his lower abdomen, he is still a mortal body in essence. After being hit so hard, he immediately suffered pain and weakened his momentum.Taking this opportunity, Zheng Haoran recalled the fighting skills he had learned from the bodyguards around Zheng Yan, and subdued most of the sword.

Panting heavily, Zheng Yan also suffered a lot of injuries in the fight with Li Jian. Right now, he only felt blood rushing up, piled up in his throat, stuck in his trachea, and his mouth was filled with the smell of blood.

He raised his eyes, only to realize that Zhuo Yuchen had already wrapped his clothes around his body, and was looking at him expressionlessly.

The other party's pants hadn't been put on yet, so half of his white and slender thighs were exposed, which made Zheng Yan's eyes straighten a little.

"How did you find this place?" At this moment, Zhuo Yuchen was extremely calm.

He'd seen it all anyway.

Zheng Yan walked over, looking down at Zhuo Yuchen from a high position amidst Li Jian's constant yelling and cursing and Zheng Haoran's mourning.

Zhuo Yuchen lowered his eyes, not meeting his gaze.The other party's eyelashes were very long, hanging down like a feather fan, making it impossible for Zheng Yan to see his expression.

"You like that sharp sword so much?" Zheng Yan forcefully raised Zhuo Yuchen's jaw.

Zhuo Yuchen's face was calm, but the affection that was drawn out by the sharp sword still remained in the corner of his eyes: "I liked it before."

"what about now?"

"never mind."

"Then what about me?" Zheng Yan stretched out his hand and pressed the corner of his lips, the wetness there made him so angry that his heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidney ached, "Do you like me?"

Zhuo Yuchen smiled: "What nonsense is Young Master Zheng talking about?"

"I can be nice to you." Zheng Yan paused, and he couldn't believe that he would compromise to such an extent for Zhuo Yuchen, "If you want to be on top, then I'll let you fuck me, okay? ? You hate sharp swords, I will make his life worse than death. As for Shen Ye, I am also dealing with him, as long as you are willing, Yuchen, I will send him to hell to repent for you!"

"Why should Zheng Shao?" Zhuo Yuchen pushed him away and straightened his pants, "I can run the second time, and I can definitely run the third time."

"Then I'll break your legs, chain your ankles, and imprison you so that you can only see me for the rest of your life."

Zheng Yan pried open his lips and teeth with his fingers, and caressed the tip of Zhuo Yuchen's tongue with the pulp of his thumb ambiguously.

The sharp sword that was suppressed by Zheng Haoran's skillful strength immediately struggled, his eyes were red and he glared at Zheng Yan who was making a move on Zhuo Yuchen, wishing to hit him paralyzed.

Saliva dripped down Zhuo Yuchen's chin and wet his neck.

Zheng Yan let go of his hand with some fascination, and moved to Zhuo Yuchen's neck like a bewilderment, licking and kissing the wet marks on it.

Zhuo Yuchen didn't reply.

Zheng Yan picked it up by himself instead: "But... I can't bear it."

He kissed the corner of Zhuo Yuchen's mouth, feeling suddenly powerless and bitter in his heart.

Zhuo Yuchen's face remained expressionless: "Young Master Zheng fell ill again?"

Zheng Yan asked: "If I go and cure my mental illness, will you trust me a little? Yuchen, I am sincere to you."

Zhuo Yuchen sneered disdainfully: "I used to be sincere to Shen Ye and Li Jian."

Zheng Yan was silent.