You have the ability to spread rumors, and you have the ability to make fake plays for real.

Adhering to the principle of hooking up, Zhan Ziran raised his body, leaned closer, and kissed each other easily.

"Zhan Ziran?... Uh...!"

There was no time for Mo Xu to speak, and as soon as he uttered a name, Mo Xu was gagged again by someone who had spared him.

The young man in front of him was slender and beautiful, like a fragile object, as if his waist would break if he exerted a little force.

All the strength of the other party was on him, and then... there was no skillful teasing at all.

Too raw, too unskilled.

But it brings a much more sensory experience than the original.

"Hiss..." Mo Xu grabbed Zhan Ziran's restless hand, and clasped his jaw on the other's slender wrist, "What are you doing?"

Zhan Ziran: If you don't give the other party a chance to speak, you have failed.

Zhan Ziran had to resort to another trick: "Wrist hurts..."

With lowered eyes and a very soft voice, Mo Xu subconsciously let go of the opponent's hand.

After letting go, Zhan Ziran immediately entangled him again.

Mo Xu: ...

He seemed to know what Zhan Ziran was going to do.

In the blink of an eye, Zhan Ziran, who was still taking the initiative just now, had undergone earth-shaking changes, turned upside down.

The hands were gently grasped and trapped above the head.

Mo Xu's handsome face looked at Zhan Ziran from top to bottom. After being looked at like this for a while, Zhan Ziran felt short of breath.

"Why didn't you sleep?"

Zhan Ziran's eyes drifted, he struggled lightly, and found that although he was very light, he couldn't move. That is to say, Mo Xu restrained his strength and could control him but not hurt himself.

Ah, so gentle.

Zhan Ziran couldn't help thinking, his heart was so soft.

But shouldn't Mo Xu know?

Why are you still so gentle?

Zhan Ziran didn't realize his plan, so he couldn't help but sell it on purpose: "The wrist still hurts."

Mo Xu raised his eyebrows: "This also hurts?"

Zhan Ziran nodded continuously: "It hurts."

Mo Xu stared at Zhan Ziran's wrist in a daze, and suddenly chuckled: "It hurts just like that? How dare you provoke me?"

Zhan Ziran blushed when he heard this.

No matter what, Zhan Ziran stood up suddenly when he opened the bow without turning back. Although his wrist was held down, there was still a certain amount of flexibility, enough for him to kiss Mo Xu's chin.

Obviously, Zhan Ziran was determined to "die".

It's just that Zhan Ziran, who didn't have much strength, soon sank back, panting heavily with his face up.

That action was tiring.

Zhan Ziran didn't dare to look at Mo Xu again, and tilted his head, "That...do you want that..."

"Huh?" Mo Xu lowered his head, his voice was very close to Zhan Ziran.

The warm breath hit the ear, and Zhan Ziran felt his whole body tense in a hopeless way——he was the one who shot first, didn't he?

huh...

But what to do next?

He has no experience yet!

It won't work, it will definitely hurt.

Mo Xu looked at Zhan Ziran's unpredictable expression. Although he didn't know what was wrong with the other party, but the other party's actions just now were clearly --- temptation.

Mo Xu reached out to touch his forehead with his other hand, as if wanting to see if he had a fever again.

Zhan Ziran stared at him blankly, why is he still so kind to him?

"You... don't you know? Qi Le said..."

Mo Xu paused for a moment, and immediately understood what Zhan Ziran was talking about, and his face immediately turned cold.

Originally, Mo Xu's face was cold, but his face turned cold again, which made Zhan Ziran froze in fright.

Oh, his broken mouth!

Could it be that Mo Xu didn't remember it just now, but he remembered it after being reminded by himself?

Ahhhhh!

Mo Xu frowned, staring at Zhan Ziran lying under him, soft and fragrant, the sunken collarbone fossa reflected a large shadow, and the shadow slowly undulated along with his breathing.

Because of these things, want to use your body to seduce?

Ah.

Zhan Ziran didn't get an answer. The next moment, he felt his shoulders sink. Mo Xukong's free hand pressed on his shoulder, and he lowered his head and kissed him.

The kiss was on the corner of the mouth, the chin, along the line all the way to the side of the neck, and then slowly down.

It was obviously a long-term fantasy, but it came true under such an unoptimistic situation, Zhan Ziran's body trembled.

In the end is happy or not happy.

The wrist is still pressed above the head, in this case, the opponent can almost do whatever he wants.

That touch of warmth went down a little bit along the side line, as if it stirred up the heat of a prairie fire.

"Zhan Ziran, do you want this?"

Mo Xu's words did not have the slightest warmth, but were faintly mocking, which made Zhan Ziran, who had just warmed up, cool down.

Are you looked down upon?

"Like this?"

"Or do you say so?"

Zhan Ziran's hands that were pressed on top of his head were suddenly released. He froze for a moment, but was turned over again the next moment.

This time it was turned over.

With their backs facing each other, being pressed against the waist, the slightly callused palms pressed hard on his waist, pressing him down with all their might.

Then Zhan Ziran felt that his body was slightly lifted up, and a pillow was placed under his lower abdomen...!

He doesn't like this, like some kind of beast.

There is a sound, rustling.

He wanted to turn his head to look, but Mo Xu pressed his head with his palm and suppressed it in the pillow.

No, even if he doesn't know anything, he can't do it now, at least he needs to prepare something...

"What are you looking at?" The cool voice sounded from behind, and there was a sense of irresistible orders in the voice.

Why not let me see?

Can't even watch?

What is it, ice coldly scattered on the back?

Cool and slippery.

This posture, this tone, this situation...

Zhan Ziran suddenly felt a sense of humiliation, but...was that what he wanted at the beginning?

Zhan Ziran buried his head and gave up on himself.

Sensing a movement, Zhan Ziran wanted to curl up, subconsciously dodged, but was restrained, forced to spread his limbs, and fixed in that position.

Is it... so what?

Mo Xu watched the scene in front of him condescendingly, and restrained his movements, afraid of breaking his white waist.

Zhan Ziran's shoulders were shaking.

Mo Xu stretched out his hand.

Just when Zhan Ziran realized that Mo Xu's hand was holding his waist, Zhan Ziran repented, became afraid, and completely panicked.

"No, don't!" Zhan Ziran tried to break away from the opponent's oppression and crawl forward, but he was easily pulled back by the opponent in an instant.

"Don't be like this, I..." Before he finished speaking, the hands he was holding forward were controlled by the other party, and he was surrounded by the whole person.

During this period, Mo Xu kept silent, which made Zhan Ziran very scared.

He could almost imagine the other party's indifferent expression.

Just like when he just returned home.

Zhan Ziran struggled for a while, but was completely suppressed.

The disparity in power was so great that he was completely controlled before he even made any resistance.

The two stuck together.

Mo Xu's palm rested on the side of his neck, as if he was exerting a little force.

Zhan Ziran was so frightened that he cried, "Mo Xu, Mo Xu, I was wrong, let me go."

"Huh?" Mo Xu, who had been silent all this time, finally made a short nasal sound.

Zhan Ziran didn't dare to move anymore, his heart was beating so fast that it seemed that he was about to jump out of his chest, and his whole body was stiff, but because he felt so humiliated just now, the corners of his eyes began to moisten uncontrollably.

Her cheeks were itchy, as if a tear had fallen from the corner of her eye, across her mouth, chin, to the side of her neck, as if dripping on the back of someone's hand.

Mo Xu paused for a moment, then spoke suddenly.

"Zhan Ziran, are you happy when I treat you like this?"

Zhan Ziran paused, and his breathing stopped for a moment.

"You..." Zhan Ziran's body trembled uncontrollably.

"If I really only want your body, I can get it on the first day I return to China to see you."

Mo Xu turned Zhan Ziran's face around, and saw the other's wide eyes and already soaked eyes.

"I can play you in all kinds of ways. I can also make you lose your dignity. I can do all of these. But I don't. Why, don't you understand these days?"

Zhan Ziran was speechless, but he didn't dare to move, because he could feel the slightest bit of disharmony from the other party.

"Where did you go wrong?"

Zhan Ziran opened his eyes in a daze, Mo Xu asked again, his tone was blunt, Zhan Ziran quickly replied: "I shouldn't seduce you like this!"

Mo Xu tightened his arms around Zhan Ziran's waist: "Wrong."

As if being sentenced, Zhan Ziran quickly said, "Then, that's considered... hiding something about your parents from you!"

Mo Xu still didn't say a word, the corner of his mouth twitched at the tip of his ear, and took a punishing bite.

Zhan Ziran's moist eyes seemed to be full, and several of them fell out one after another.

Mo Xu's voice was chilling to the bone: "You don't believe me."

Mo Xu gave Zhan Ziran a blow to the head.

Then he completely let go of Zhan Ziran, got up and got out of bed, and left the room without looking back.

Zhan Ziran lay paralyzed on the bed, dazed, with all kinds of guilt welling up in his heart.

I was so wrong...!

Although he was still a little confused as an actionist, he immediately picked up his coat, stumbled out of the bed, and chased him out with bare feet.

With a "snap", Zhan Ziran hugged Mo Xu by the waist.

"sorry!"

Mo Xu stopped walking, turned his head, his brows were deeply frowned, and his stern face was full of hostility.Zhan Ziran was a little scared, as if their relationship fell to the original starting point overnight.

In the silent air, there was a "tsk".

Usually this sound represents impatience, boredom...

Zhan Ziran's heart twitched, and he kept saying sorry.

Mo Xu looked at Zhan Ziran, but Zhan Ziran's eyes wandered, and he didn't dare to look directly at him.

After a while, Mo Xu turned around, and Zhan Ziran was waiting for his sentence.

Mo Xu looked at Zhan Ziran, who was only wearing a coat and covered in white stripes, and he didn't even wear shoes, just stepping on the marble floor.

"Not cold?" Mo Xu hugged Zhan Ziran, "No shoes, no clothes, bare feet are not afraid of catching cold?"

Zhan Ziran was stunned, the cold sweat on his body was all suffocated just now, and now it broke out all at once.

Afraid of falling off him, she reflexively put her arms around his neck.

"You...are you not angry anymore?"

Mo Xu snorted coldly, but didn't answer.

Zhan Ziran also immediately shut up.

Gently put back on the bed by Mo Xu, Zhan Ziran's heart fell to the ground lightly for some reason, as if he was holding a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus sugar, his whole body was soft.

Mo Xu tucked up the quilt for Zhan Ziran, found his pajamas, and put them back on for him.

Zhan Ziran was stunned like an eraser, and he was dressed like a doll by the other party in a daze.

Like scraping a bone to heal a wound, the piece of flesh that had festered in Zhan Ziran's heart due to time was dug out and was growing again.

He suddenly wanted to cry even more.

Without any warning, Zhan Ziran burst into tears.

Mo Xu didn't have any mental preparations either. Seeing Zhan Ziran covering his eyes and crying so hard, his whole heart was broken into eight hundred petals: "Why... What are you crying for? Don't cry, did you just get it somewhere? hurt you?"

Only now did Mo Xu realize that Zhan Ziran was sad, and he would be a hundred times more sad than him.

Zhan Ziran shook his head, humming and humming again and again, "Oh, no... woooooo!"

"Then what's wrong with you? I'm not angry anymore, don't cry," Mo Xu was not very good at coaxing others, the hostility just now completely disappeared, and he seemed a little at a loss.

He lifted the quilt and got in, hugging Zhan Ziran.

Zhan Ziran also hugged him in the opposite direction: "A Xu..."

"Huh?" Mo Xu patted Zhan Ziran on the back.

Zhan Ziran saved up for a long time, and squeezed out a few words between his teeth in Mo Xu's arms: "Let's bridal chamber...!"

He can only speak so implicitly.

Mo Xu: "...?"

Mo Xu didn't understand why the topic came back again.

Zhan Ziran really used up his face all his life.

"I'm just like you right now... not for anything else, just wanting to..."

Mo Xu: "Your health is not good."

Zhan Ziran took out his hand and made a "one" with his index finger.

Looking at Mo Xu with big wet eyes, he said, "Once, it should be fine, right?"