chatter [entertainment]

, get equal love.

Although if he couldn't love him, he wouldn't do anything to hurt Wu Fuyang.

But making a wish is a real feedback to one's own heart in the illusory luxury.

If it was Xie Er who made the wish at that time, he would have made it—hope that Wu Fuyang loves me, and only loves me.

Xie Er clutched Wu Fuyang's collar, his bony fingers were so hard that they turned slightly white.

"I also promised one more." Wu Fuyang smiled, "If I can be with Shell in the future, I hope to get the blessing of my parents."

Wu Fuyang's voice was too warm and deep, like the sound of a piano warmed in hot milk, knocking into Xie Er's heart word by word.

Xie Er suddenly turned over, pressed Wu Fuyang under his body, and interlocked his fingers. The temperature in this room was messed up, and the fragmented air suddenly heated up, making it so hot that people couldn't think.

With desires up and down, Xie Er in the center of the vortex grabbed Wu Fuyang's soft and delicate curly hair, and tore off the thin hair tie.

The moment his sanity collapsed, he figured out that the wish fulfilled by the lamp god was the second one.

The thin and flexible waist under the palm was tense, with his thumb on the back of the waist, Wu Fuyang leaned over and bit the back of Shell's neck, his neat teeth embedded in the flesh, leaving shallow tooth marks.

Feeling Cher's obsession, Wu Fuyang smiled happily.

Perhaps from the time Shell rolled the glass beads and appeared at the door of the room, he was destined to be entangled with himself for the rest of his life.

Wu Fuyang hesitated and struggled, but the result was obvious.

Leaving, guarding, etc. are really not suitable for him.

He only wants the person he loves to be safe and happy, but leaves the scene sadly. Such a setting cannot happen to him.

Maybe, he was never a nice guy.

On the night when he was questioned by the illegitimate fan, he could explain for the sake of the overall situation, but he still couldn't escape his own heart.

He explained, but he only explained the long-planned accident that was accidentally broken, and kept silent about their relationship.

What's the matter?An ulterior secret love relationship.

Who can be more noble than whom?

what.

"Good boy."

Wu Fuyang leaned close to Cher's reddened ear, biting the small earlobe, kissed and coaxed, "Call me."

The corners of his eyes were forced to turn red, and Shell unconsciously murmured softly along with his words.

"Yangyang..."

The bed sheet was wrinkled into an ambiguous shape, and Wu Fuyang's five fingers squeezed into Shell's fingers forcefully, clasping his hand.

He suddenly remembered a picture of a fan, with the same pose.

But Schell only drew the arms.

He squeezed Shell's hand tightly, and called out in a low voice, "Good boy."

With unspeakable ambiguous malice, Wu Fuyang got up and turned Shell over, imitating another picture, with his hand stuck on Shell's neck, his lips close to his right ear, and he stopped when he was about to touch him, with a hoarse voice Shout: "Good boy."

Xie Er was forcibly pulled out of the wave of drowning people by Wu Fuyang, and pressed him closer, hanging him and seducing him.

He opened his eyes impatiently, the red on his cheeks was almost connected with the crimson at the end of his eyes.

Before he could wake up, Wu Fuyang pinched Xie Er's waist again, lowered his head, and bit his Adam's apple.

The bite was not heavy, and the slight pain hooked him to step into the deep sea.

"Good boy..."

Xie Er was going crazy, he felt that he was on the edge of a cliff, being grabbed by Wu Fuyang's wrist and playing with it like a prank.

One pose after another, every time Wu Fuyang finished changing, he would call out "good boy".

He began to sense that something was wrong.

When Wu Fuyang held his arm behind his back and looked down at him, Xie Er finally understood.

Fan art drawn by him!

Hey!

What kind of human suffering is this? !

Why didn't I draw something more exaggerated? ? ?

This can't go up or down, it's really fatal!

"You... stop playing!"

Shelly's head is going numb.

Wu Fuyang smiled lightly, with his shoulders resting on the head of the bed, one leg slightly bent, patiently guiding Xie Er to sit on his waist, and his index finger deliberately stroked Xie Er's back waist and tailbone.

When Shell suddenly tightened his waistline, Wu Fuyang leaned over and bit his neck, and said in a low voice, "Draw this pose next time, okay?"