Master, love me again!

Zhuo Junchen stood outside the door for a long time. There was originally a faint light in the room, but then it went out and went dark.The northern region is full of wind and snow, even on a clear night with moonlight, it is colder than that on the Shenque Continent. Zhuo Junchen's spiritual power cultivation has reached perfection, but he can't help but feel cold all over his body, as if it came from the bottom of his heart .

kill him?

This idea has been lingering in his mind for a long time, and he has turned it over and over until now, but he has never made up his mind.He was convinced that he hated Shen Hanfeng, and it was precisely because of his extreme hatred that the heart demon flower on his body bloomed and shattered in an instant, and the huge devil energy became the foundation of his today.

But he still didn't want to kill him.The person he wants to deceive the most is himself, but he can't deceive himself the most. This kind of cognition makes him feel a deeper resentment in his heart, which is endless.

With scarlet eyes staring at the closed door, it took Zhuo Junchen a long time to sigh in a low voice: "No matter what, you will fall into my hands." No matter who it is, don't try to snatch you away again.

Just as he turned to leave, there was a sudden sound of something breaking inside the door.Zhuo Junchen frowned handsomely, stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

After the door was opened wide, the cold air gushing out from inside the palace that was supposed to be warm, was a bit more loving than the ice and snow outside.His thin lips were tightly pressed, Zhuo Junchen stepped in, and the flying black corners of his clothes seemed to be condensed in the air.He didn't even realize the nervousness in his footsteps. When his eyes fell on the bed, Zhuo Junchen couldn't help but froze.In the darkness, Zhuo Junchen could see Shen Hanfeng's whole body curled up together. He didn't tie his hair up, and his messy white hair fell down, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

He was trembling, even without a ray of light, Zhuo Junchen could clearly see his slight trembling.In the silent darkness, Shen Hanfeng's breathing was very rapid and slightly suppressed.Not far from the bed, a vase fell on the ground and shattered. The water splashed out of it, like everything else in the room, had already been frozen into ice by the severe cold.

"Gululu——" There was a slight rolling sound fading away, Zhuo Junchen lowered his head slightly, a porcelain vase was blown by the gust of wind that he brought in when he pushed the door, and rolled past his feet towards the window sill.

This palace is not big, although Zhuo Junchen didn't say it clearly, but Shen Hanfeng was to be monitored anyway, a palace that was too empty was not suitable.The porcelain vase rolled to a position about a foot away from the edge of the bed and then stopped - the wind and snow outside the door could not blow inside.

The person who had been curled up on the bed moved, his pale and thin hands stretched out, but the position of the porcelain vase was tricky, but his hands were trembling more and more obviously.Such a weak and pale appearance is really not like the "Sword Shadow Burning Heaven" who is so powerful.

With a slight movement of Zhuo Junchen's sleeves, he closed the door. The wind and snow outside could no longer invade, but the room was still cold.He approached Shen Hanfeng step by step, feeling that his out-of-control ice-attribute spiritual power continued to spread and cover the entire palace.

Picking up the porcelain bottle easily, Shen Hanfeng's body trembled, and he withdrew his hand and gasped for breath before saying unhurriedly: "Give me the porcelain bottle." The steady voice sounded completely inconsistent with his current situation.

The porcelain bottle turned a few times with his fingertips, Zhuo Junchen hooked his lips, and said in a low voice, "Give it back to you? It's up to you."

Shen Hanfeng didn't say anything anymore, just propped himself up from the bed, straightened his back again, stared at Zhuo Junchen without any warmth in his eyes, but his current condition was very bad, his eyes seemed a little drowsy.The face covered by the white hair was revealed again due to the change of his posture. The strange silver-white totem between the eyebrows looked extremely mysterious against the pale complexion, and the whole face seemed to have completely lost its color.

Turning the porcelain bottle paused, Zhuo Junchen pretended to withdraw his hand unintentionally, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "Is Shen Xianjun feeling unwilling? Actually, it's not that I can't give you the porcelain bottle..." Seeing that Shen Hanfeng's eyes moved , Zhuo Junchen's smile became even more sneering, "As long as Shen Xianjun begs me, I can give you anything." His voice was a little hoarse unconsciously, but it seemed even more seductive, and Zhuo Junchen felt a little secret in his heart expectations, and can't tell where my expectations come from.

His eyes dimmed a bit, Shen Hanfeng laughed silently, but Zhuo Junchen could see very clearly in the darkness, this smile was a little mocking and helpless, and he seemed to be born with a bit of arrogance.The arrogance and indifference that was wrapped in coldness before, now looks particularly sharp and biting after removing the disguise.

This smile aroused Zhuo Junchen's impatience, and his heart was full of anger, but in a short time, he had already come in front of Shen Hanfeng, clasped his five fingers on Shen Hanfeng's neck, and said in a sullen tone: "What are you laughing at?" The fragile position, the skin under the hands only felt extremely hot after touching it, which made Zhuo Junchen's heart tremble.

It would be great if this man's heart was not as harsh as his spiritual power, but as hot as body heat.

It's a pity that things backfired, Shen Hanfeng pushed his hand away without any fear, and the words that came out of his lips were cold: "I won't beg you." Then he half supported himself, staggered against the corner of the bed, his forehead slightly touched Looking at the bedpost that had been covered with a layer of ice, Shen Hanfeng closed his eyes and refused to look at him.

Zhuo Junchen narrowed his eyes slightly, and his dark red eyes dimmed a bit.

A elixir exuding a mild fragrance touched Shen Hanfeng's pale lips, and was rubbed and pressed by the slender fingertips, as if teasing.The pressing of the fingertips became slightly heavier, and with an irreversible force, he stuffed the elixir into Shen Hanfeng's mouth, but Shen Hanfeng didn't resist at all. As soon as his jaw loosened, the elixir was contained, but it was stuffed in together with the elixir , and Zhuo Junchen's fingers.

Pressing the thumb on the hot lips, rubbing back and forth, as if greedy for the softness of the lips, the lips that had lost their blood color also became bright red under such teasing.But the index finger and middle finger in the mouth wandered freely in the mouth, from the sensitive upper jaw to the flat teeth, and then into the root of the tongue, pressing the soft and warm place.

The eyelashes moved slightly, Shen Hanfeng closed his eyes as if impatient to deal with him, but now they opened them again.The chaos in the eyes was dispelled in an instant, and because of being teased by the fingers, the eye sockets were wet, and the corners of the eyes were slightly crimson, showing a color that had never been seen before.

Zhuo Junchen's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately withdrew his fingers to cover up his sudden gaffe.He looked at his body-stained fingers, and the elixir he had just used to open his teeth was still held between his fingertips.

"Isn't Shen Xianjun quite obedient? You don't feel uncomfortable seeing me teasing you like this." Zhuo Junchen hid the trace of infatuation in his eyes, "Are you really so arrogant that you refuse to bow your head at all? Or... because Du Heng?"

Shen Hanfeng trembled all over, his red eyes closed again, the trembling of his body and the shortness of breath became more intense, but he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word: "Get lost."

The only trace of charm completely disappeared, Zhuo Junchen threw the wet elixir on the ground with a cold face, and ran over it with his boots, as if what was under his feet at this time was Shen Hanfeng's self-esteem.

Or his.

Zhuo Junchen turned and left, turning a deaf ear to Shen Hanfeng's increasingly painful gasps behind him.

But before opening the palace door, Shen Hanfeng seemed unable to hold back a muffled hum from his lips.Zhuo Junchen closed his eyes, turned back angrily, and took out a new pill from the porcelain bottle as he walked.He raised Shen Hanfeng's chin, and was about to stuff the elixir into it in a rude manner, but a hot palm grabbed his wrist.

Then he met a pair of red and moist eyes.

Different from his blood-red eyes, Shen Hanfeng's eyes at this time seemed to be burned red by something, with an indescribable but completely different charm from a woman.A warm breath exhaled from the extremely gorgeous lips that had been rubbed just now.Zhuo Junchen was stunned for a moment, as if the flesh had melted in an instant, and the gorgeous flowers trapped in it finally showed their original appearance.Shen Hanfeng in front of him showed a charming look that he had never seen before.

Before Zhuo Junchen came back to his senses, his lips were sealed by another pair of soft and moist lips, and the back of his neck was pressed down by hot hands, touching the other's lips even more closely.Just now he was a little distracted, but now he finally got his wish.In just a few breaths, Shen Hanfeng's body became hotter again, and his lips and teeth entangled eagerly, and the warm tongue proactively stretched out to lick the thin lips, with a little jerky and indescribable eagerness.

This was the first time Shen Hanfeng kissed him.The look in Zhuo Junchen's eyes darkened again, Zhuo Junchen unconsciously tightened his hands, and wrapped Shen Hanfeng's straight body into his arms. At this moment, his back was also straight, and his flexible waist was covered hold on tight.

Turning from defense to offense, Zhuo Junchen and Shen Hanfeng's lips and teeth intertwined, eagerly asking for it, sucking greedily, the body fluid that was not swallowed in time flowed down from the lips that were pressed together, and the room was full of Mi Li's tsk tsk water sound and swallowing sound.

After parting their lips for a long time, Zhuo Junchen stood on the edge of the bed, and Shen Hanfeng half-kneeled beside the bed, because his waist was restrained, he couldn't help lying in Zhuo Junchen's arms.He lowered his head halfway, his delicate and handsome eyebrows were covered by long silver-white hair, his fingertips trembling slightly, and he poked towards Zhuo Junchen's waist.

Zhuo Junchen didn't stop him, watching Shen Hanfeng undressing him as if possessed by a demon, the sharpness in his eyes was almost unbearable.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Zhuo Junchen's voice was hoarse with strong lust, and the possessive emotion reached an uncontrollable peak at this moment.

Shen Hanfeng didn't speak, but closed his eyes and pressed his lips again.

The whistling sound of the wind and snow outside the window became heavier as the night deepened.A piece of clothing was taken off and piled under the bed, soaked by the gradually melting ice water.

In a ridiculous night, when the snow cleared, Shen Hanfeng was still asleep.The strange high fever on his body had receded, Zhuo Junchen held him in his arms, and lifted up the brocade quilt covering his body, covering the traces of Shen Hanfeng's body.These traces have become much lighter, deep and shallow.Although Shen Hanfeng's spiritual strength has not returned for some reason, it only takes a day or two for the body in the transformation stage to restore all these mottled hickeys to their original state.

Thinking in this way, Zhuo Junchen had the urge to add a few more strokes to these traces.

It's just that Qu Lingsha's voice from outside the door couldn't help him to do so.

"If you want to rush to Nether Palace before Wu Yan's wedding, you should start today."

Zhuo Junchen's eyes moved slightly, but he finally let go of his hand.