big master, big liar

When Ji Yunxi got into a dead end, there was absolutely no reason to speak.

Song Xuan opened his mouth: "Axi, let me think about it, and I will explain to you—"

Ji Yunxi gently pressed his lips.

"Think about it, will you know how to coax me?" Ji Yunxi's eyelashes trembled. "You might as well be more direct and tell me clearly."

"Just tell me clearly, what you want is fine. It's just a position, Song Xuan, as long as you want, I can do it too." When Ji Yunxi said this, there was no trace of irritability or resentment. "As long as you lie to me and coax me, whatever you want, I can get it for you."

Song Xuan was almost dizzy by Ji Yunxi's anger. He knew Ji Yunxi's sense of insecurity and self-contempt, but his madness still caused headaches.

"Ji Yunxi, is this how I am in your heart?" Song Xuan stared at him. "Can you stop talking to yourself? Give me a chance to talk?"

"Okay," Ji Yunxi pressed Song Xuan's shoulder, looking at him with dark pupils. "Song Xuan, tell me, what did you ask my second brother just now? Why did you change your attitude?"

Song Xuan opened his mouth to explain what happened just now, even if he told Ji Yunxi that he just wanted to look at the prince's memory, but when his memory of the prince flashed through his mind, he became a little dumb again.

What should he say?

Should he really say it?

For a moment of Song Xuan's brilliance, Ji Yunxi's eyes seemed to have a dark whirlpool, and the absorption shattered all the emotions in it.

"Say it." He urged softly.

Song Xuan's lips tightened even more.

After about half a cup of tea, Ji Yunxi snorted softly, and it seemed that all the remaining rationality had been annihilated in his eyes, leaving only coldness and despair.

"I want to believe you..." Ji Yunxi pressed her forehead against Song Xuan's. "I'm impatient... Song Xuan..."

There was an indescribable self-mockery in his voice.

Song Xuan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But something cold and soft landed on his lips.

Song Xuan's mind went blank.

Ji Yunxi was kissing him.

He bit his lips with his teeth and licked them with his tongue, as if with anger and love between lovers.

"Ji Yunxi... um..."

Song Xuan wanted to say something, but his tongue invaded his teeth, that soft and flexible piece of flesh rampaged in his mouth, torturing every piece of soft flesh recklessly, messing up the crowded space.

I don't know if it was because of shock or bewilderment, Song Xuan's consciousness seemed to be a little fuzzy, and he could only let the other party attack like a robbery, making a small sound in a daze.

"Well……"

Ji Yunxi pushed the man on his back onto the bed, gradually deepened the fierce kiss, pulled his belt with one hand, and inserted it into his skirt, with an increasingly obsessed and excited expression.

"...Ji Yunxi!? Are you crazy?"

When the cold hand covered his chest, Song Xuan finally woke up from the terrible shock, he pushed Ji Yunxi away forcefully, unable to say any more words.

In fact, he didn't know what to say, and the current situation had already exceeded his presupposition and cognition.

There was still the licked water on his lips, his clothes were messed up, his hair was messed up, his breath was uneven, and his messy appearance, in the eyes of the attacker, seemed even more delicious.

"crazy?"

Ji Yunxi's arms rested on both sides of his neck, pulling the distance between the two of them incomparably ambiguous, and her voice was a little hoarse: "Song Xuan, you just want me to die."

These words were extremely frivolous, but when Ji Yunxi spit them out, there was a taste of madness and lust.

This is a completely different Ji Yunxi, a side Song Xuan has never seen before.

Ji Yunxi pressed Song Xuan's ready-to-movement wrists to his sides, lowered his head, bit his Adam's apple, and gently slid the tip of his tongue.

"Brother Xuan..." He sighed indistinctly from his throat. This familiar address made Song Xuan's neck red to the roots of his ears. He seemed to remember that the person in front of him was the child he once protected with one hand. It is the existence that he regards as half a younger brother.

And this kid is doing the most frivolous things.

There seemed to be a numbness rushing from the kissed throat to the top of the head, making him feel unspeakably ashamed, and his whole body jumped up.

Almost instinctively struggling, he pushed Ji Yunxi aside in an instant.

"Bam—"

Ji Yunxi's head hit the flower post beside the bed.

Song Xuan was taken aback: "Are you all right? How is it?"

Ji Yunxi didn't speak.

Song Xuan quickly reached out to help, but Ji Yunxi grabbed his hand, brought it to his lips, and licked his fingertips.

The wet touch made him withdraw his hand as if he was being burned.

But Ji Yunxi was looking at him, still with that expression mixed with lust and frenzy, which made him so unfamiliar that he couldn't confirm it.

Who is the person in front of him?

How did you get to this point?

Song Xuan's brain almost stopped functioning.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, Fang Qiutang presumably had sent the prince off, and not long after he came back, he called outside: "Song Xuan, how are you?"

As he said that, he strode in, still muttering: "Where did you hit, are you stupid..."

But as soon as he came in, he was facing the two people on the bed.

Ji Yunxi was half lying down, her hair crest was crooked, Song Xuan's clothes were messy, her lips were swollen, there was an ambiguous red mark on her throat, and her eyes were empty.

Fang Qiutang immediately froze in place.

Song Xuan was also stunned.

After a while, Song Xuan was the first to recover.

There was no expression on his face.

"Get out."

Song Xuan said.

"Ah... oh." Fang Qiutang was also dumbfounded, subconsciously turned around and was about to leave.

"I'm not talking about you," Song Xuan raised his eyes, but his eyes fell on Ji Yunxi's body, and the temperature condensed to freezing point. "Get out."

The ambiguous atmosphere hadn't dissipated yet, and the air suddenly became icy cold.

Ji Yunxi also seemed to have cooled down, but her gaze didn't change at all, it was still the one that made Song Xuan feel strange.

He stood up, held the corner of his mouth, and smiled as always.

"it is good."

He said.

Ji Yunxi rubbed Fang Qiutang's shoulder and went out.

There were only Song Xuan and Fang Qiutang left in the room, but for some reason, Fang Qiutang felt that it was too empty and too quiet.

Song Xuan lowered his eyes slightly, staring at the carvings on the bedpost, wondering what he was thinking.

"This..." Fang Qiutang hesitated for a long time before asking. "You... what's going on here?"

"You ask me, who should I ask?" Song Xuan said to himself mockingly. "What the hell is going on?"