Bird Raiders

"Ah Ting, I—"

Ah Ting wiped the corner of his eyes, "I haven't seen you for three years, and when we met, he drove me away, and didn't ask me how I was doing in the past three years. I didn't die, and I didn't tell me. It made me so sad."

"I thought you'd forget me."

"How could you forget? You are a very important person."

The prince's heart seemed to be soaked in sugar water, making a gurgling sound.

For the first time, someone said to him: "You are very important."

Abandoned, hated, and 27 years of life and death, a person finally appeared who exchanged his sincerity for his sincerity, but why was it A Ting?

"I'm going to punish you."

Ah Ting glared at the prince angrily.

"Punish me for what?"

"After punishing the prince, you will never drive me away again, and you must patiently listen to me tell me what I have seen and heard in the past three years, watch me demonstrate my spells, and praise me for being very powerful."

The prince sighed, he really regressed, and now he has no resistance to A Ting's coquettishness.

Actually... still think it's cute?

Seeing that the prince didn't scold him anymore, Ah Ting successfully bypassed the prince and climbed onto the bed of the prince. He had never tried to puff out his small chest in front of the prince, and spoke arrogantly. He was so happy that he didn't know his last name for a while. What.

The prince said with a dark face: "You can come, but you can't sleep here."

Ah Ting rolled on the bed and said, "Okay!"

The prince was also tired, sitting by the bed and listening to Ah Ting humming out of tune.

"Didn't you say you want to tell me a story? Not yet?"

Ah Ting proudly raised his chin: "I talked about it today, but you won't let me come tomorrow, so I have to talk a little bit every day, hum!"

The prince sighed helplessly.

After a while, Arting got up again.

"Why are the tricks taught by my mother useless to the prince?"

"What trick?"

Ah Ting didn't hear the prince's words, and thought to himself: "It's useless to sprain your feet, and it's useless to turn into a bird and get under the bed. Mother lied to me..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"By the way, there is another trick that I can't use." Ah Ting suddenly opened his eyes wide. He got up, pulled the sleeve of the prince and moved to the prince's side, and then stepped over to the prince with lightning speed. on the legs.

The prince felt that he was really congested and died.

"My lord's hand should be on my waist." Ah Ting seriously recalled the scene he saw yesterday.

The prince ignored him.

Ah Ting put the prince's hand on his waist, "Just let it go."

But as soon as he let go, the prince's hand fell on Ah Ting's ass.

"It's the waist, not the butt."

The prince pretended not to hear, and squeezed A Ting's ass.

"no……"

The prince squeezed again viciously, "I'll just leave it here, what can you do?"

Ah Ting curled his lips, he was frightened by Wang Ye's look when he finally gained the upper hand, he hung on Wang Ye's body and let him touch him.

After a while, Ah Ting leaned close to the prince's ear and whispered, "My prince!"

"Ok?"

"I feel so weird."

"What's weird?"

"There's a hard thing sticking to me under my ass."

Prince: "..."

"I touch."

Ah Ting was about to stretch his hand down as he spoke, but was hit on the back of his hand with a "slap" by the prince.

Ah Ting felt aggrieved, but felt that the prince's complexion was already very bad. His little courage was only enough to be tough for a while, and he didn't dare to complain. He faintly felt a hand on his waist. unfasten his belt.

The prince tore off A Ting's jade belt with one hand, threw it on the ground, then peeled off A Ting's neckline, and bit on A Ting's collarbone, and A Ting was in pain, pushing softly: "My lord, be gentle. "

How can there be such a boy with delicate skin and tender flesh, which turns red when touched, like a first-ripe peach, just picked off the branch, even the fluff glistens in the sun, making people want to bite into it , the prince used his tongue instead of teeth, sucking and grinding on A Ting's collarbone.

Ah Ting was trembling slightly, bowing his waist and trying to escape, but the prince's hand pushed aside the hem of Ah Ting's trousers and squeezed it into the seam of Ah Ting's buttocks. The prince's fingertips were cold, touching that place, Artin exclaimed.

"My lord..."

"Why do you always come to seduce me?"

The prince bit A Ting's small nipple hard, and said as if venting his anger: "I don't want to provoke you, you little fool, do you know the weight of these words?"

In a daze, Ah Ting touched the prince's chin.

The prince buried his face in Ah Ting's chest, and said helplessly, "Forget it, let's call it a day, okay?"

Ah Ting was placed on the quilt by the prince. The prince tidied up Ah Ting's clothes and got out of bed to pick up Ah Ting's jade belt.

But Ah Ting stood up and grabbed him, tightly clutching the prince's little finger.

"Don't go."

"what happened?"

Ah Ting pulled the lord's hand under his body, and there was already a small hill there, "You just met...I...I feel very uncomfortable."

The prince hesitated for a long time, and finally pulled Ah Ting into his arms, let him lean on his back, separated Ah Ting's legs, and pulled down his trousers to relieve him.

Ah Ting had never experienced this feeling before, it was both torture and enjoyment, every time the prince made a move, Ah Ting would yell.

He rested his pillow on the prince's shoulder, and could clearly hear the prince's breathing getting heavier, but it was quickly overwhelmed by his own cry.

The prince put his arms around him and smiled sullenly: "The little bird is so fast."

Ah Ting actually didn't understand what the prince meant, but he could still hear the sarcasm of the prince's laughter. He looked down at the muddy liquid on the prince's hand, felt inexplicably embarrassed, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands for the prince.

"What else are you going to do, my lord?"

The prince supported Ah Ting's legs and helped Ah Ting put on his trousers, "Nothing."

Ah Ting turned over in the prince's arms and held the prince's face, "I know there are many things I don't understand. My parents never taught me. They only let me practice. I don't know anything about human beings. It's all taught to me by the lord."

"What did I teach you? I was just bullying you."

Ah Ting kissed the corner of the Prince's mouth, "Then just bully him."

But the prince held him in his arms, took a deep breath, and said, as if he had made up his mind, "Let me think again, think again."