big master, big liar

During the march at night, Ji Yunxi must have squeezed into Song Xuan's camp.

The tent was obviously very spacious, but the two insisted on nestling on the same couch, looking at each other carefully.

Ji Yunxi stretched out his hand to trace Song Xuan's eyebrows, and couldn't help frowning: "You're thinner, and you're still dark."

Even the delicate and moist skin that he liked so much before has been washed by the wind and sand, and it looks much rougher.

Song Xuan's eyes twitched: "Why, have you changed your mind?"

"I've changed my mind," Ji Yunxi wrinkled her nose, "It will be two or three years since you left, even if you marry a woman, you should remarry, you can figure it out."

"I thought you were Wang Baochuan, but who knew you were Pan Jinlian?" Song Xuan pinched his nose with a smile. "This is how to do?"

Ji Yunxi stared at him with serious eyes: "I should poison you to death, that's right."

"Then come." Song Xuan laughed uncontrollably, holding his face with both hands, and gently covering his lips, as if licking a candy, extremely tender and lingering.

He really doesn't have the slightest temper towards this person, especially when reunited after a long absence, he looks cute everywhere, even the strands of hair seem to be lovable. Let him give up.

Even if this person was so fierce that he wanted to swallow him whole, and even bit the tip of his tongue viciously.

Song Xuan's heart softened into a puddle of spring water from the tip of his heart to his waist, even his eyes shone with sparkle, and he stared at a person with a smile that almost lost his soul.

Ji Yunxi only felt that his chest was suffocated, and only those smiling eyes remained in his mind. He stretched out his hand to pull his belt, and his voice became hoarse: "This is my brother who seduced me."

The two reunited after a long absence, and there should have been a lot to talk about, but Ji Yunxi couldn't care less about these now, her heart and eyes were full of fat on the lips.

"En." Song Xuan actually responded, whispering in his ear. "I seduced you."

As he spoke, he held down his belt, and murmured with a smile, "Just do it like this, I'm impatient and take it off."

Ji Yunxi flicked his kung fu, and found that Song Xuan had lifted the hem of his clothes and sat on him.

Something is wrong with Song Xuan.

He vaguely felt this way, but he also keenly felt Song Xuan's dependence and sensitivity at the moment.

Song Xuan didn't like doing such things in the big camp or between the ranks, and the sound of horseshoes and small conversations between non-commissioned officers could still be vaguely heard outside.

The light from the bonfire came in through the gap, illuminating his red and bleeding earlobes, and his frowning slightly embarrassed expression.

"Brother...?" Ji Yunxi tugged at his arm, and couldn't help but lose his mind.

"It's okay." He said with a smile.

Ji Yunxi reached out to touch his unreal smiling face, forcing Song Xuan to look at him: "Song Xuan, what's wrong with you?"

Song Xuan was stunned for a while, but he still didn't laugh, and said softly, "Ah Xi, let me be a deserter for a while."

Maybe in front of his sweetheart, he can pretend that he has never experienced anything and get a moment of peace.

Ji Yunxi's eyes were getting darker, and the gloom in his eyes was floating and sinking. He didn't know what emotion it was: "Are you sure?"

Song Xuan bit his ear.

Ji Yunxi immediately held him down, the tip of her tongue was entangled with him, no longer the intimacy as coquettish and angry.

On the contrary, it has an indescribable allure, like a kind of sticky anesthetic, which makes people unable to help but get drunk in this sinful lust.

"Brother, you better not beg me," Ji Yunxi looked into his eyes. "I won't feel sorry for you."

"Okay." Song Xuan said softly.

What followed was a war that was completely out of control.

The most primitive activities between people are full of conquest, condemnation, and endless control and possession.

Be it physical or spiritual.

Accompanied by a carnival that can destroy all rationality and reserve, it is an extremely sweet but sinful fruit.

Everything that Ji Yunxi suppressed, after peeling off the skin of tenderness and restraint, became full of aggressiveness, enough to occupy everything in Song Xuan's mind and destroy all his suppression.

There is only the endless pain and joy bestowed by the lover.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that the slight, almost weeping sound disappeared completely.

Song Xuan was only wrapped in a thin quilt, there were traces of anti-binding on his wrists, there were faint tears in the corners of his eyes, red marks stretched upwards from his ankles, and the scars on his back and arms were horrifying to look at.

He was tightly locked in Ji Yunxi's arms, breathing evenly, and had already fallen asleep.

Ji Yunxi's eyes sank when he thought of those bright scars on Song Xuan's body.

At first Song Xuan refused to let him see it, but later he was tortured by him, so he couldn't care less.

When he saw these scars, he understood why Song Xuan was so abnormal.

The sense of disobedience he felt in those battle reports was not fake.

Song Xuan really participated in this battle and was deeply involved in it.

He knew that Fang Qiutang was dead.

But for Song Xuan, the meaning of this war is much more than that.

It destroyed all of Song Xuan's consistent principles and persistence, deviated from his beliefs, took away the people who had been guiding him, and even made Song Xuan unable to face himself covered in blood.

I'm afraid that Song Xuan has never experienced such pain and helplessness in his life, but because of his responsibility, he can't waver a bit, and still pretends to be a firm and powerful national teacher.

Song Xuan had already collapsed when Fang Qiutang died.

Only in front of Ji Yunxi would he lose control to his heart's content.

Ji Yunxi couldn't help lowering her head, and kissed the scar on Song Xuan's back near the back of his neck, once and for all, as if a young animal was licking the wound for him.

His heart seemed to be shrunken into a ball, so sore that he couldn't speak.

He shouldn't have believed his words, and should have gone to southern Xinjiang with him.

Or, he shouldn't have agreed to him in the first place, it's better to keep him by his side.

What national teacher is not the national teacher, in his eyes, he was the only one in the first place.

Thinking of this, Ji Yunxi couldn't breathe, and inadvertently clenched Song Xuan's wrist.

Song Xuan felt the pain in a daze, and the first reaction when he opened his eyes was to touch the sleeve arrow on his arm, and only after feeling empty did he realize where he was.

He smiled embarrassingly: "Axi..."

Ji Yunxi looked at his reaction and was very familiar with it.

When he felt most insecure, every time he woke up, he would immediately look for weapons, which was also his habit.

But when Song Xuan also had such a habit, he was almost suffocated with sadness.

He took a breath and forced a smile: "Is brother hungry?"

Song Xuan shook his head: "I want to sleep for a while."

He hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

Song Xuan's eyes were a little foggy, apparently his previous unscaled venting had dissipated some of his depression.

Ji Yunxi suddenly realized something.

There is no time for Song Xuan to be more vulnerable than now, nor is there any time... easier to be domesticated and controlled.

when he lost everything.

His heart was screaming almost endlessly.

He wants to own this person completely.

I want this person to lose all sanity, only know to rely on himself, accept all his out-of-control desires and desires to control, and become an existence that only belongs to him and cannot survive without himself.

No more worrying about where he got hurt, or about him leaving you.

The corner of his heart was constantly boiling, as if some dark and viscous liquid was constantly tumbling, and his heart was beating crazily.

"Song Xuan." Ji Yunxi softly called his name.

Song Xuan slightly opened his eyes and looked at him.

Ji Yunxi was silent for a long time.

"Go to sleep." He buried his head in Song Xuan's neck and sighed softly. "Don't trust me like that."

Don't forget, he's not a gentleman.

He has always been the most selfish and humble beast, he just wants to act according to his instinct.

But after all...

Not willing.

Song Xuan asked him blankly: "Axi, what's the matter?"

"You..." Ji Yunxi wrapped him tighter through the quilt. "I just want to say, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Song Xuan laughed softly.

"Okay, I'm not afraid."

What he said to Xie Qingzhu was not wrong.

Someone was waiting for him, and he didn't get lost so easily.