The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

He Lang was dumbfounded.

……what's the situation! ! !

He just didn't pay attention to the power change brought about by sweet-scented osmanthus brew, and was "overturned in the gutter" by Zhong Qi. How could he regain control of his body and become like this!

The man turned his eyes slowly and in a daze, only to see Song Lin being pressed under him between the glowing red quilts.The young man half-closed his eyelids, from his cheeks to the base of his ears, from his forehead to his shoulder blades, all were flushed.The reddest thing is those slightly swollen lips, even more gorgeous than the quilt.There was a place on the lip that seemed to be broken, as if blood was oozing out, which made He Lang involuntarily think of the rusty smell on his lips before.

As they got so close, the young man's breath slowly and gently sprayed on the man's face.

The most terrible thing is not here, but in the quilt further down.He Lang didn't see what was going down, but where he didn't see, his sense of touch was more acute.He felt his legs half-pressed on the young man's legs, entangled, and the hand stretched below was obviously holding something.

There is temperature, there is hardness, but it is not complete...

He Lang subconsciously used some strength.

"Humph……"

Song Lin hummed softly, feeling slightly uncomfortable and more joyful.He Lang had never heard him make such a voice, it was a bit sweet, with a bit of coquettishness hidden in the depths, and an obvious feeling of emotion, which made He Lang's scalp tingle when he heard it hallucinations.

Because the man was in a daze, the young man straightened his waist and rubbed in the big immobile palm in exchange for the continuation of happiness.

"Fuck...!" He Lang's scalp was about to explode, and he bounced up like a frightened bird, and of course he let go of his hands.

He himself was half covered with the quilt, unable to jump out of the bed, hurriedly moved away from the young man, and sat beside the black-haired young man half paralyzed in confusion.He even suspected that he had returned to the illusion, but this was much more real than the illusion.

The man looked at his hands, then at the young man lying on the bed.If the collar of the latter's top is pulled open, the bottom can be basically messy.The groin was completely pulled away, and the young man's right leg, which had just been entangled by He Lang, was slightly bent, and the whole body that should be exposed or not should be exposed at a glance.

Especially one, straight and straight, the only "audience" can't ignore it even if they want to ignore it.

"Zhong Chi, I'll fuck your mother...!" He Lang couldn't imagine what Zhong Chi had done with his body just now, if Zhong Chi was alive now, or even if there was a corpse, He Lang would want to stab him three thousand six hundred knife.He Lang didn't know what to do now, and he didn't know what to do in the future. He felt that Song Lin would definitely be torn to pieces when he woke up!

The red color on the bed and the balloons floating in the room hurt the man's eyes.He felt that tonight was too absurd. Someone used his room to decorate a new house, and he almost "used" the new house...!

The man was stunned for just two or three seconds, and Song Lin made some movements.The quilt was lifted, the coolness eroded his body, and the source of joy suddenly disappeared.He frowned in dissatisfaction, half of his closed eyes lifted, his silver-gray pupils slid slowly, and quickly met the man's black pupils.

He Lang: "!!!" The time of death has come!

The young man's lips moved, and he muttered something vaguely.He Lang heard it clearly, but he couldn't understand it, because the young man spoke the language used in his previous life.

He said, "How do you serve...?"

The black-haired young man was still lying on the bed in Huajie, halfway up, when the nightingale who came to serve him suddenly walked away.The young man opened his eyes with all his strength, and saw a figure next to him in a trance. He raised his right foot and kicked the figure while muttering.

He was so dizzy that he opened his eyes even more dizzy, so he closed them again.

He Lang was kicked twice, and he didn't feel any pain, but as a man, he quickly understood the meaning of these two kicks.The man's big palm grabbed the troubled ankle, and he was almost amused.

Does this bastard know what's going on now?Do you know where you are and who you are?Does he know what he is asking of a man? !

Obviously, Song Lin was not so sober.

He found that the other party was still unmoved, and anger suddenly became angry: "If you don't serve me, change! Get out!"

He kicked his legs with some strength, but he was not good enough for He Lang when he was drunk.The man clasped his ankles tightly. This time Song Lin spoke the language of the world, and the man finally understood.

"Who do you want to find?" He Lang's temper also turned up a bit, he was half angry and half joking, "Who else do you want to serve in the middle of the night, eh?!"

Song Lin also got angry with him inarticulately: "The red ones can't let the white ones come! If you don't do anything halfway, get out of here...!"

Song Lin was talking about the Nightingale in his previous life. For example, when he saw red before, he subconsciously thought of the name "Wild Rose".However, He Lang didn't know this. In his memory, the one represented by "red" was Julie, while the one represented by "white" was...

"You want to find Bai Xiaoning, huh?" The man clasped the young man's leg with one hand, and put the other hand on the side of the young man's head, "You want to find Bai Xiaoning, huh? How dare you, a Julie, a Bai Xiaoning... !"

Julie got the only underwear that Song Lin had ever given away; and Bai Xiaoning, Song Lin didn't even need to speak, she could walk in front of her with a single thought and take off her naked body!

"There are so many people, but you just look for these two, are you crazy?" He Lang lowered his voice, holding back his anger, "None of them are good, don't fucking think that you can really control them. How dare you Find them, and I'll break your legs, do you hear me?!"

Song Lin heard it, but he didn't listen.

He was already very drowsy, and the fire on his body was burning all the time, making him irritated.The man's voice harassed his nerves, he couldn't listen to a word, he just wanted to kick him away.

He Lang clutched his feet, neither pulling nor pulling.He wanted to wait for Song Lin to solve it by himself, but he was also afraid that Song Lin would not have enough strength to "call" Bai Xiaoning if he lost consciousness.After much deliberation, He Lang felt that he might as well take Song Lin to take a not-so-hot bath. Even if the young man couldn't vent his anger, he would somehow understand after waking up... right?

Thinking of this, He Lang let go of the young man's feet and prepared to get off the bed first.Unexpectedly, before he could climb over in time, the young man suddenly got up and knocked him over, and actually threw him over!The man was still a little dazed when he was pinned on the quilt. The heavens testify that it wasn't that he didn't resist, but that Song Lin suddenly became aware of the contract, and he couldn't resist at all!

Being able to use the contract, does it mean... "Are you awake?"

He Lang had some hopes, although Song Lin would be embarrassed if he woke up now, but at least this farce could end.However, when those silver-gray eyes swept across lightly, blinking slowly as if covered in a layer of fog, He Lang knew that he was thinking too beautifully.

The young man held him down and looked down at him, his silver-gray eyes and tone were cold and stern, as well as faintly lustful: "If you don't tell me to leave, then continue to serve...!"

Saying that, the young man kissed directly.

He Lang: "!!!"

He knew that his body had kissed Song Lin before, but this was the first time he was conscious, and the first time he was not in an illusion!His sense of smell and taste has not disappeared, the smell of wine and sweet-scented osmanthus spread between the entangled lips and tongue.Different from the green and slightly immature appearance, the youth's kiss is aggressive and domineering, just like an adult man should have.He Lang could only move his fingers. He was forced to bear the kiss, while praying that Song Lin would wake up in the next second and leave on his own; while secretly thanking himself for his current physical condition, no matter what, he would not have any physiological reaction.

But tonight is like a magic moment, strange words, bright red bed, everything seems to be messed up.

He Lang felt the domineering and soft touch, somehow, everything that happened in front of him seemed to gradually overlap with the illusion.He had only been gentle with women before, but no matter what the appearance, body and temperament of the women in the illusion, they would always turn into men.At the end of the day, men will always turn into Song Lin's face.He Lang knew that it was Zhong Chi's fault, but when he touched the young man's lips in reality, no matter how clear his consciousness was, he would lose his mind.

The moment seemed to transcend reality.

Blood oozed from the young man's previously bitten lip, sticking to He Lang's mouth and sticking between his lips.He Lang unconsciously licked it, it smelled of rust, fishy, ​​and sweet.The young man held the tip of his protruding tongue in his mouth, and slowly grinded his lips together, a more obvious fishy-sweet smell rushed to the man's tongue coating.This supreme delicacy is mixed with the taste of youth, influencing men, and the magic power is secretly surging like a "heartbeat like a drum".

Not lust, better than lust.

The youth kisses the man, and the man licks the youth.None of them are inexperienced, and the innate competitiveness of men is slowly breaking out.The fire and irritability that the two of them had been holding back before turned into "aggression" at this moment.He Lang didn't need to breathe, but Song Lin did.When he panted slightly and backed away slightly, the man chased after the smell of blood and stuck it up again.

The muffled groan from the young man's throat was swallowed again, and he lay on top of the man, rubbing unconsciously.Just as he was about to slide down and get between the man's legs, the man grabbed him.

At some point, the shackles of the contract dissipated, and He Lang was free.

He sat up, and the young man just straddled his lap, surrounded by his chest and the red quilt.The young man couldn't sit still, so he stretched out his left arm to hug the young man's back, held the young man firmly, and touched down with his right palm.

The man thought: I'm so fucking crazy.

But he still held the young man, and leaned close to the young man's lips to lick: "I'll help you, shh...I'll help you."

His method is rougher than that of Zhong Chi, but also more direct.Song Lin made a comfortable purr like a cat, which was sealed between his lips.He grinded the young man's lips, and whispered some inaudible words.

"Do you know who I am? You will definitely kill me..."

Song Lin didn't reply, but just unconsciously squeezed on the man, as if urging him to work harder.

"Fuck..." He Lang cursed secretly, holding the young man's lower lip, sucking the oozing blood, "You should really be glad that I 'can't stand up' now...!"

As the man said so, he still quickened his movements.

Tomorrow... die or die!

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