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Mu Qingyang's rented house is quite far away from Mu's house, and it's not intentional, it's just that the house on this piece of land is cheaper.It was already eleven o'clock after Wencheng had finished talking with her father and mother, and it was 12:30 when she drove to the downstairs of Mu Qingyang.

The apartment is on the side of the road, and all the roads are full of night food stalls. At this time, there is no shortage of people, and there are no empty seats. There are a lot of people punching, chatting and singing, but seeing such a good car drive by and stop here, the scene is strange. There was a second of silence.So Wen Cheng walked out under the watchful eyes of a group of people, walked upstairs without changing his face, and kept walking away from everyone's sight, and everything returned to normal.

Mu Qingyang didn't turn on the lights, so the room was not quiet, the outside movement became the background sound here, and the sound of Wencheng's door opening and closing was covered. In this environment, the outside noise seemed quiet instead.Wen Cheng walked to Mu Qingyang's room in the dark. The bed was not big, but a single bed, and the person was lying in the middle, with the quilt covering his chin, and he looked well-behaved.

Wen Cheng pushed up from the end of the bed, propping his elbows on both sides of Mu Qingyang's head. After staying outside for a long time, Wen Cheng felt chill all over his body, and the ends of his hair fell on Mu Qingyang's face like ice balls. Mu Qingyang frowned. He frowned at first, and then opened his eyes vigilantly. Before he realized who was on him, he was about to strike. Wen Cheng skillfully restrained Mu Qingyang's movements, and he leaned his head on Mu Qingyang's shoulder. , said softly: "Shh, Bao, don't be afraid, it's me, I'm back."

Mu Qingyang stared blankly at the ceiling. After a while, he stretched out his hand to caress Wen Cheng's face. His fingertips slid from his forehead to the tip of his nose, and finally touched Wen Cheng's chin. With a little force, he lifted the man's face from his shoulders. Look carefully at this person's appearance - oh, so he looks like this.

Mu Qingyang wrapped his arms around Wen Cheng's neck, pulled the man down, and bit Wen Cheng's shoulder with his mouth. It was using strength, without any affection, it was pure force that would kill the other party.Excessive force made Mu Qingyang tremble all over. He curled up in Wen Cheng's arms, like a crying cub. His shoulders hurt, but his heart hurt even more. Wen Cheng hugged the person in his arms even tighter. , without saying a word.

After a while, Mu Qingyang's mouth filled with a thick smell of blood. He let go, and blood flowed from between his lips and teeth, winding down along the curve of his neck. Wen Cheng raised his body slightly, and there were a few drops of blood on his shoulders. It fell on Mu Qingyang's face, mixed and blurred with tears.

Mu Qingyang's tears fell from his eyes, but his face remained expressionless, staring at Wen Cheng, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Wen Cheng replied hoarsely, raising his hand to wipe off the tears on Mu Qingyang's face, but the blood covered Mu Qingyang's face, and he couldn't wipe it off.

Mu Qingyang smiled and said, "It deserves it."

There were still bloodstains of this person on his body and face, but there was a gentle smile in his eyes, this scene should be creepy, Wen Cheng didn't speak, he rubbed his fingertips on Mu Qingyang's lips, and kissed him.

Mu Qingyang's residence is not soundproof, and from the movement downstairs, one can imagine that if anyone wants to watch the curse in the middle of the night, the people below will have to scold their mothers.The light from the roadside shines in through the window, the light from the street lamp is not dazzling, like a thick layer of cream cake, with a soft and greasy feeling.The dark part of the room was even darker, and the bright part was ambiguously gloomy. Mu Qingyang and Wen Cheng's intertwined breathing was heavy and rapid. The quality of the bed was not good, and the two men creaked when they moved a little harder on it.

Mu Qingyang was made uncomfortable by this movement, frowned, and said while Wen Cheng finally let go of his lips to let him breathe: "Easy."

Probably the way of panting is wrong, or Mu Qingyang's way of speaking is wrong.

I don’t know where these two words hit Zhongwencheng’s point. This man’s actions became violent, and Mu Qingyang’s two points on his chest hurt from being rubbed. ——Well, Wencheng tortured him, and he bit him.

(Large section of harmony)

Mu Qingyang gasped heavily, gritted his teeth and said, "Wencheng, are you short of smoking?"

(Large section of harmony)

The bed shook with the impact of Wencheng, and people in the room could still hear the clinking of wine glasses and the sound of men drinking happily downstairs, as if people were eating and drinking in the living room, and they were doing shady things in the dark.

(Large section of harmony)

"do not……"

Wen Cheng sincerely wanted to make the noise louder, Mu Qingyang was still rational, thinking of the family downstairs with a young daughter, he pushed Wen Cheng weakly, "Don't, down here... I can hear you... "

Mu Qingyang's cold voice was hoarse, trembling, and crying. Wen Cheng gradually slowed down his strength, stroking Mu Qingyang's fair and slender back, stroking every protruding part of Mu Qingyang like admiring a work of art. One spine, the blood on Wen Cheng's shoulder has not stopped, every movement of him is like salt on the blood, Mu Qingyang's back is also mixed with blood, the picture is strange and coquettish.

"What do you want?" Wen Cheng stopped his movements, but he was still reluctant to withdraw from Mu Qingyang's body.This kind of dream has been through too many in the past three years, and he is afraid that he will wake up from the dream as soon as he relaxes.He wanted to feel Mu Qingyang's temperature, breath, and truth.

"Hmm...ha..."

Wen Cheng's stroking caused a shudder, and Mu Qingyang's voice sounded like a subdued pleading, "...change, change another place."

"Ah..." Wen Cheng responded slowly, his fingertips slid down to Mu Qingyang's tailbone, (Little Harmony) he smiled, kissed Mu Qingyang's back deeply, coaxing him affectionately and hoarsely lover, "Listen to you."

(Little Harmony) There is a line between light and shadow, and outside the line is light, which is the old saying under the lamp. Inside the line, the shadow seems to be devouring and devouring another person. In the shadow, it is too obscene. (little harmony)

Wen Cheng brushed away his sweat-soaked hair reassuringly, exposing his smooth forehead, and asked in a deceptive tone: "Go home, okay?"

Mu Qingyang put his arms around Wen Cheng's neck, and responded vaguely.

"it is good."