Nine Prison Rings

"what!......"

Accompanied by the scream, what came into my eyes: it was actually Duanmu Can's smiling face——

It was by no means a pale, lifeless face; it was a face of peerless beauty, with a bright and warm breath of life.

This is impossible!This is absolutely impossible!

In his heart, Yixi struggled and shouted.

However, the visitor just stood in front of him so distinctly, condescendingly, watching him with indistinct emotion: it was filled with all kinds of tenderness after a long absence...

After a moment of panic: Fang Yixi's mood turned into a mixture of sorrow and joy...

He is convinced that his lovesickness has turned into a demon, and finally led to a dream meeting with Duanmu Can's soul.

Yixi throws herself into the arms of someone passing by recklessly: like a child who has been away from home for too long has returned to her long-awaited embrace, rubbing her body coquettishly.

This body is slightly chilly, but can still feel a moderate temperature.

The mint-flavored tobacco aroma slipped into the nasal cavity by the opportunity—was drifting into the memory.All around, filled with confused and colorful.

"Chan, you are here...you are finally back...."

Yixi nestled on his chest, never been so weak, tears rolled down.

The other party's upright body trembled slightly... slowly stroking his short hair with his hand, and spoke softly:

"It's me...Yixi. I came to see you...I miss you so much..."

Fang Yixi's teary eyes were dim, and he looked up at the handsome face above: Can, it's still so clean and pure, exuding the brilliance that only angels can have...

Ten years of life and death are boundless, unthinkable and unforgettable.

Thousands of miles away, there is no place to talk about desolation...

Five years, although there are only five years between life and death—it seems that a lifetime has passed.Now, is it the meeting on the bridge of Naihe?

"Really, it's you..." Yixi confirmed again, sobbing in a low voice: "I miss you. I miss you so much, I miss you so much...I think I can't feel alive all the time... …”

"I know. I know all...so I'm here..."

He, stroking his back, had an indifferent coldness and isolation in his voice; the feeling of not belonging to this world.

"I'm sorry, Can... I'm sorry... I'm not good. My selfishness and cowardice hurt you. I betrayed you... I'm sorry..."

The emotional gate suddenly opened, and all the remorse and annoyance poured out...burning Fang Yixi's conscience.

Can, smiling lightly——as detached as the moonlight on a spring night in April:

"Stop talking silly. It's all over...I know, that's not your intention. You actually love me..."

"Chan, as long as you like it, I will give you my life. I will pay you with my life, okay?"

"Oh...you, you will always say something that makes people happy. How can I be willing to hate you...I have let myself go, so you should let yourself go... "

"You... really don't blame me..."

Yixi's long eyelashes swayed with drops of water, she couldn't believe it pitifully.

"It's your fault, so what? Can time be turned back? Can everything be restarted?"

Also bowed his head sadly.

"Then it's not a waste of effort. Since nothing can be solved. Why don't you cherish every moment you can have......"

Can's tone suddenly turned into a lingering music: the lingering sound lingers in the bottom of the ear, moving and full of confusion.

His autumn eyes were watery, and he stared at Yixi: hypnotic charm.

Yixi, I feel that there is something called "desire" in my body, which is about to move...

The pretty lips approached silently...Yixi couldn't stand such a blatant invitation—he went up to her and crushed the other's lips without hesitation.

"Um......"

Can, escaped a long-awaited charming croon.

Fang Yixi's tongue penetrated into the opponent's mouth, and quickly swept over sensitive areas such as his gums and tongue buds.Rubbing Chan's tongue indulgently, wantonly plundering his body fluid, showing long-awaited longing.

Time seems to stop...they are just entangled in the past reincarnation.

When the two finally separated without panting like cows: Can's complexion was as bright as peaches and plums,

Covered with a layer of clear lust.

Yixi is not inferior either: his body is reclining on the sofa limply, his mouth is silvery, his pupils are shining brightly, and he is in an alluring and chaotic state.

Most of Can's shirt was torn off during Yixi's passionate kiss just now, revealing her sexy collarbone half-opened - her breasts fluctuating due to panting, adding a bit of thrilling sunshine.

"Chan, you are so beautiful..."

Yixi's tender fingers slid onto his collarbone, caressing him lingeringly, as if admiring a rare treasure.

Can, every pore seems to have a joyful smile - the corners of the lips are raised, with spring in it.

Falling into the sea of ​​desire——

If you can wallow in this forever, don't wake up.

I was wrapped tightly by Can, with an airtight suffocation.

The tailbone began to feel numb like an electric shock...wave after wave, each time getting stronger, constantly impacting the brain and nerves...

Drunkenness, coupled with love; pleasure beyond the limits of tolerance; exhausting the body to the point where it cannot hold on to itself.In the dark, the hood was caught off guard.

Before consciousness disappears: Can, the soft breath is still sprayed on the face.

"Rude guy, don't be careful. It made me bleed..."

Complaining tone, still can't hide the love; listening to it, there is also a subtle feeling of itching.

did i hurt you

Bleeding, will it be serious?

I've never been a rude person!Why did you behave so rudely towards you?

I'm sorry, forgive me.I want to hurt you well...

Fang Yixi didn't know if he was really saying these words, or if he was talking in his sleep after a brain short circuit; anyway, he wouldn't know anything in the next second.

There is only one chance, maybe the dream only gives us one chance to come true.

Dreams are the fulfillment of wishes, and the seclusion leading to consciousness.

The question is: are you really sure, that it was all a dream?

☆, punishment

Good dreams are the hardest to keep, blowing through Xianzhou.Thinking about it in my heart...

There are words in the book to be prepared, and the lights and curtains are hooked.Is fairy is illusion is gentle......

wake up.

The sunlight in the room illuminates the room transparently and brightly, and Qingchen dances gracefully in the light, plucking at the heartstrings.

Fang Yixi barely opened his eyelids, but his head was still groggy; compared to last night, he was much more relaxed.

After finally propping up his body, it provoked protests from all the bones in his body that were sore and falling apart.

Hey, what kind of erotic dream am I having indiscriminately...

Yixi was secretly angry with himself.

The dream is the dream, and the dream is so serious, so physically; is it really so keen on sex?

That dream...was so real.In the air, there seemed to be a male musky scent of sweat and bodily fluids.

Really, is it a dream?

Beautiful, so true that it is doubtful.

Yixi looked at himself suspiciously: the clothes were in good condition, but a few buttons of the shirt were loose, probably undone due to the heat after drinking.There was no trace of the second person left on the sofa, and there was no trace of the chaos after the love in the entire square hall.

Hands, naturally put into the pants: the underwear is wet.

This is a bit embarrassing: such a warm and beautiful dream, unexpectedly uncontrollable G..C, a little embarrassing, but also reasonable.

Ever since they lived under the same roof with Luo Xiu, encounters of cloud and rain were unavoidable every night.This highly sensitive body should be satisfied to the greatest extent, and ordinary people may worry about excessive indulgence.

Why do you still look dissatisfied?It's so depraved.

Fang Yixi was a little ashamed of himself.

Slowly swaying to the window: Open the window, and the breeze enters the room——suddenly, a refreshing and pleasant feeling comes oncoming.

Let's take a shower and change clothes.This look is too lewd.

Yixi walked into the bathroom and took off his shirt: only then was he surprised to find that there were four or five hot hickey marks printed on his chest!

These scattered hickey marks spread all over the breasts, and they are blue-purple; like unfading flowers blooming in the fire of hell: obscene and weird...

Do not!impossible!

How is this going?These traces that appeared out of thin air?It seems to be graffiti with an evil purpose, dragging people into the quagmire of evil abruptly.

Fang Yixi, trembling with fear... This is totally unreasonable, whose masterpiece are these traces of unknown origin left on the body?

It's obviously just a dream, how can there be these things?Is it really Chan?He has been here?

If it wasn't a dream, why was there no sign of him left besides these hickey marks?

Hit ghosts?Or unhinged?Or went on a date with the soul?

How should I understand and face encounters beyond the scope of natural science understanding?Maybe lovesickness is psychic, let Can, who is worried about day and night, come to visit his former lover?

No hate, no resentment.

The dream of last night was too real to be doubted.He asked for Can, and Can said affectionately "I miss you so much" to him.The two had a hearty love affair, which didn't seem fake at all.

Whether it is true or not, there are more and more paradoxical things.

It's not a question of whether it can be explained, but a bit tired of coping.

Zhuang Zhou's butterfly, in the dream and out of the dream.

I'm in a dream?Or dream?

Which is the butterfly?Who is me?

Yixi put the water from the shower to the maximum to wash over his body: only in this way can he stop the trembling of the body and the confusion of thinking.

Everything is inconceivable, everything is beyond common sense; what I am heading towards is no longer the road of the world.

"In order to be happy and free, we must understand that some things we can control, and others we cannot..."

You have to face up to these ground rules.

On a working day, Fang Yixi was absent-minded about this matter.

Last night, the shock he experienced after drinking was so powerful that it still seemed like a dream.

What troubled him the most was that the hickey marks on his body were so obvious that there was no way to cover them up.

Luo Xiu is a sensitive person who is used to giving orders to cover the sky with one hand.If I let him see these bright traces that make people think about it, I really can't explain it.

Said to be the hickey left by Chan?Not to mention that Luo Xiu didn't believe it, he felt that it was absurd to the point of insulting people's IQ.

Explaining it in this way might irritate Luo Xiu even more and lead to unimaginable bad consequences.

After thinking about it for a long time, I had to apply some ointment to prevent mosquito bites on it.Although the effect is minimal, it is barely perfunctory.If Luo Xiu asked, he would have something to deal with.

Even so, I still feel like my heart is falling.

I had no choice but to cheer up secretly and act carefully, at least I'll get through tonight.

After dusk, Yixi just walked out of the hotel gate: Luo Xiu's Jaguar was already parked there waiting.

"Why are you free to pick me up today?"

Yixi sat in the passenger seat, a little surprised.

Usually, Luo Xiu has a lot of work and rarely has time to pick him up in person.It was Yixi who drove to and from get off work by himself, which is rare today.

"I happened to have a lecture nearby today, and I came to pick you up on the way after the end. You didn't come back last night, so I'm not at ease." Luo Xiu's well-knit suit and elegant demeanor can easily be associated with him The demeanor of talking on the podium.

"Did you work late yesterday? Your face doesn't look very good..."

"Ah?" Yixi was stunned: "No way... I went to bed late, so it won't affect my complexion. I used to work overtime a lot."

"Then... Maybe it's time for me to review."

"Um?……"

"Isn't it that I've asked for too much recently, making you a little physically exhausted?"

Facing Yixi's ignorant and puzzled expression, Luo Xiu deliberately shrank his pupils and lowered his voice to tease him.

"Ah?...." Yixi suddenly understood, and couldn't help but blushed: "How do you say such things...it's not."

It's a joke, but Luo Xiu's perception of himself is pertinent.

Between the beds he was indeed full of energy and vigor.He always asks Yixi for what he wants with a tireless attitude, full of domineering spirit.This seemed out of place with his elegant and bookish appearance.

Yixi was often trampled to the point of dying, and was in a distraught state.This made him wonder: Is Luo Xiu's energy a normal man should have?Still secretly taking some invisible medicine.

However, he has never seen the person have any habit of abusing drugs.For cigarettes, I only smoke one brand; for wine, I never get drunk after a thousand cups, and I never go crazy with alcohol; I have no bad habits that can be criticized.

Even, he can be said to be restrained and forbearing in terms of his own needs.

Except, the desire for Yixi's body.

On the contrary, his real hobbies are as elegant as spring and snow.

He likes wooden handicrafts, oil paintings, and listening to operas; he likes works of magical realism.He has shown a strong interest in everything that is alive and can feel the power of life.

At this point, I also sigh to myself.

For dinner, Luo Xiu went to the kitchen to cook Mapo Tofu, Crispy Chicken Nuggets, Shrimp Choy Sum, and Pork Rib Seaweed Soup.

Yixi wasn't idle either, he was busy fighting with each other; the two cooperated tacitly, and they seemed to be singing together.

After the meal, Luo Xiu lazily leaned on the sofa and watched TV.

Yixi cleaned up the kitchen and went to the second floor.

"Won't you watch TV for a while?"

"Well, no. I'm going to take a shower first, I'm sweating all over. I'll come down later."

"I want to wash too, let's go together..."

Luo Xiu said, putting aside the remote control, and pretended to get up from the sofa.

Yixi felt a little unnatural: "No need...I'll wash it myself...you can wash it later..."

Luo Xiu looked at his slightly nervous face with interest, and smirked: "Don't worry... I don't do anything... just take a shower..."

Yixi knew that he would have made a mistake and thought of going to that embarrassing place.With a flushed face: "It's not the one you think... the big pervert... I'm going to take a shower."

After speaking, he hurriedly fled to the bathroom on the second floor.