The happy life of the devil and the devil

Fingertips that were much warmer than usual touched his neck, and Yuan Shao lay upright on the bed, not daring to take a breath.The chest was a little cool, but the place where the fingertips passed by seemed to be scorched by flames, even if it was touched and separated, it still left a clear and unnegligible mark, proclaiming its existence for a long time.

The hand moved on the Adam's apple for a moment, followed the throbbing blood all the way up, and climbed up to the chin in a while.Yuan Shao tried his best to look down, making his eyes almost cross-eyed, and he could only see the tip of his nose.The light outside the bed curtain was beating, and there was a small colored halo covering the tip of the nose, but it was not known whether it was the illusion of lowering the eyes to the lowest level, or the sweat beads constantly rising from the tip of the nose.

A light touch moved back and forth on the lower jaw, scratching with nails from time to time, causing a slight rustling sound.Whenever the nails were scratched, Yuan Shao felt that the short beard on his chin was very disobedient, he was gnashing his teeth and fighting with those fingers, completely ignoring the will of his own master.

Ling Yucheng seemed a little puzzled, frowned slightly, studied this small piece of stubble as if he didn't know him, and tried to pull it out with his nails—Yuan Shao broke out in a cold sweat, secretly thanking himself for his good habit. I shave every few days, and the stubble is short enough not to be pulled out.But then again, maybe it would be good for him to grab some of them, so that he can take the opportunity to collect debts when Ling Yucheng sobers up?

I don't know if it's because of his natural physique or what, but Ling Yucheng just can't grow his beard.Yuan Shao once watched him grit his teeth and shave with a knife every day. No matter how much he shaved, his chin was still soft. Even if he sent troops to release his horse and didn't shave for more than ten days, he didn't see his unshaven beard ruin his image.However, this is not good news for Ling Yucheng...

Well, he didn't respond when he laughed at him before, but now he seems to hold a grudge.Looking at Ling Yucheng, who was dissatisfied, and carefully compared the beards of the two, apart from trying to lie flat, Yuan Shao could only straighten the corners of his mouth, so as not to burst into laughter on the spot, and get two more mouthfuls Or a paw or something.

...Hey, is it over now?What's the point of researching a little beard, you won't be able to grow it no matter how hard you try... well, at least a few years...

As if he heard his voice, Ling Yucheng finally gave up fighting the beard, and instead dealt with his Adam's apple.The most fragile and most vital part fell into the hands of another person, and Yuan Shao's hairs would have stood up in the hands of another person.However, the hot fingers stroked back and forth on the Adam's apple, wandering to the blood vessels in the neck from time to time, Yuan Shao held his breath, and could only meditate on the taste of returning all this set.

The body is getting colder and hotter at the same time, the thin nails are scratched on the collarbone, and every touch makes it itch to the bottom of my heart.

The candlelight is faint, and the light and shadow are blurred.Yuan Shao put one arm behind his head, tried his best to breathe evenly, so that his chest would not rise and fall so much that it disturbed Ling Yucheng's movements - but this task became more and more difficult as time went by , Yuan Shao looked down, and even saw thin beads of sweat oozing from his chest, gradually converging into large beads along the undulating muscles, and then rolling down to the depths of his clothes.

The trajectory of the water droplets also seemed to have attracted Ling Yucheng's attention. He stopped the movement of his hands, turned his head to stare at the strange object that kept moving, then stretched out his hand and stuck it into his clothes along the direction of the sweat rolling down. .Naturally, there was nothing under the snow-white skirt, Ling Yucheng withdrew his hand, looked at his fingertips suspiciously, then stopped entangled in this matter, instead leaned back to his side, and diligently pulled the skirt open further.

When can the clothes be stripped at this speed? ... It's a good time!

It's a pity that as much as Ling Yucheng's tacit understanding with Yuan Shao in government affairs is usually, the tacit understanding at this time is as low as it is.Rao Yuan Shao felt that the sound of his heart was about to burst through the roof, but the drunk man remained unmoved, stroking and stroking his hands as usual—no, not the same , now he doesn't care about the collarbone anymore, he looks at a small piece of skin on the left chest, where it moves back and forth in circles.

There... is where the heart beats.

The movement of the fingertips was getting slower and slower, slower and slower.I used to draw marks with my nails from time to time before, and the thin red lines disappeared immediately, leaving only a little white trace.Near the heart, the nails no longer fall off, instead the fingertips are carefully touched, a little itchy and a little cold.

Not even a feather has scratched it, and it couldn't have been softer.

Afterwards, even the fingertips moved away, leaving only the eyes still focused on that spot, no matter how the lantern flickered and exploded, it would not last for a moment.That gaze seemed hot and cold, so light that he couldn't feel the slightest weight, yet so heavy that it seemed to weigh on the whole world.

What was he thinking about?

In this unprecedented intoxication, at the moment when all the chaotic thoughts faded away, what made Ling Yucheng focus deeply, and refused to look away for a moment?

What is Ling Yucheng really looking at?What exactly does he want?

Yuan Shao's breathing gradually became heavy.

He stretched out one arm as lightly as possible, lifted it outward, moved inch by inch behind Ling Yucheng, and put it on Ling Yucheng's shoulder.Not daring to use force, like teasing a young leopard that just came out of the nest when a teenager, using the gentlest and slowest movements to gently follow the smooth and smooth fur, lest the vigilant creature will escape far away with a jolt:

"Changsheng, what are you looking at? What do you want?"

No answer, not even a reaction.Ling Yucheng was still lying beside him with his cheek propped up on one hand, and the corner of his clothes was clutched with the other hand, even the curve of his lips had not changed.Yuan Shao sighed softly, covered the hand that was holding on to his skirt, pulled it to his heart very slowly, and pressed down hard:

"All right all right. This one's yours—okay?"

A tightly clenched fist pressed against his heart.The bent knuckles were covered with layers of calluses, and a section of soft satin skirt was pulled out between the fingers, half rough and hard, half delicate and smooth, but every slight friction directly touched the heart.Yuan Shao's mood also flipped back and forth like this touch. At one moment, he thought not to alarm Ling Yucheng, and at another moment he wanted to rub him into his arms regardless, and merged his hot heartbeat with his heartbeat.

He had never said such a thing to anyone in his life.Even the promise at the beginning of the year that "it's enough to have you alone" is the only one in my life-in the past 30 years of life, beauty has always let him get what she wants, only what he doesn't want, nothing he can't get...or You need to lower your stature to seek it.

What's more, it's not a promise to be the same, but the opposite, to deliver yourself.

Such words that go against my own nature, but at this moment, I said it naturally and willingly... Besides, the person who was promised didn't seem to appreciate it?

On the pillow beside him, Ling Yucheng's eyelashes drooped, and his arms were loosely placed on his chest, as if he didn't intend to withdraw them.The brows that hadn't been stretched since just now were slightly furrowed, looking at the expression, it didn't seem like he was doubting the authenticity of his words, but it seemed that he didn't understand at all.

Yuan Shao waited for a long time, and couldn't help rubbing the back of Ling Yucheng's hand lightly with the pulp of his thumb. After stroking twice, Ling Yucheng's shoulders trembled suddenly. It opened again, as if trying to grasp something.After repeating this several times, his hand was still empty. Ling Yucheng turned his hand over to look at the open palm, then raised his head and looked around.

Yuan Shao couldn't help but follow his gaze to look around.Scanning back and forth, he couldn't find anything that attracted Ling Yucheng's attention—or what he was looking for so focused on.However, Ling Yucheng's eyes had already dimmed, and he couldn't hide the disappointment at all.

Or did he not want to cover up?

After a long stalemate, Ling Yucheng finally withdrew his gaze and stared deeply at the palm of his hand, or rather, stared at Yuan Shao's heart.As soon as Yuan Shao lifted his head, he felt that his hand was empty. Ling Yucheng had already withdrawn his hand resolutely, turned over and lay down on his side with his back facing him, leaving him only the back of his head with no expression and a sigh of unknown meaning.

And this sigh completely extinguished Yuan Shao's hot thoughts just now.

The disappointed look in his eyes before he turned around weighed heavily on his heart, making him breathless for a moment.Instinctively, he leaned towards Ling Yucheng, spread his arms around his waist, and pressed his chest firmly against his vest.

Ten fingers intertwined tightly, and amidst the blending of body temperature, a whisper softer than breathing rang in his ears.