I mistook that man for...

A flash of purple lightning tore through the dark and oppressive sky, followed by thunder, as if passing directly by the ear, shaking the eardrum.

Not long after, the torrential rain poured down, the rain line connected the sky and the earth, and the mist was misty... Blisters continued to form and burst on the ground, and the water splashed everywhere. The ground gathered streams and flowed to the depression.

Mo was lying on the ground in a state of drunkenness, his body curled up into a ball, the cold air from the ground corroded his internal organs, and he shivered from the cold.However, the coldest thing is the despair that emerges from the bottom of my heart.

Maybe it's better to just die like this.

Mo Chenzui thought in a daze, if he dies, it's all over, and he doesn't have to endure any more pain.

In hell, will it be a little warmer?

Mo Chenzui hugged himself even tighter, his sanity became more and more blurred.

Rain, has it stopped?No, no, there is something covering the raindrops that hit you, who is it?Who is talking to him?

Mo Chenzui reluctantly opened his eyes, and in the dark alley, he saw a man in white standing in front of him holding an umbrella.

A flash of lightning pierced through the darkness, and a stunning face was reflected in his pupils. For an instant, it was as if an iron hand had tightly gripped his heart, giving him an indescribably suffocating feeling.

Mo Chenzui struggled like a dehydrated fish, opened his mouth, but couldn't make any sound.

He saw that man who was so beautiful and unworldly bent down, and a hand as white as jade was stretched out in front of his eyes.

The dark alley was extremely quiet, and the outline of the man in white was blurred, but that stunning and peerless face was engraved on Mo Chenzui's heart.

His memory clearly told himself that he had never seen this person before, but he wanted to get close to him inexplicably. Perhaps, this person felt like his little snowflake to him?

Little Xuehua was an abandoned baby he picked up from the snow when he was a child, he was a very beautiful boy, Mo Chenzui thought, if Little Xuehua grows up safely, he should be as magnificent as this man!

The rain is getting heavier.

Mo Shenzui looked at the hand that seemed to invite redemption, he hesitated, and the previous insults and all kinds of teasing had already poked him full of holes.

Mo Shenzui lowered his eyes unconsciously, and saw that the man's robe was wetted by the rain splashed from the ground, and his white shoes and clothes were stained with mud, which was not at all worthy of this person who seemed to be a god of nine heavens.

It's the last time, and it's the last time, and his little snowflake will protect him.Mo Chenzui secretly told himself.

Mo Chenzui stretched out his already stiff hand, trembling and cautious... His fingertips lightly touched the opponent's palm.

The umbrella was propped above the head, although it could not completely cover the rain, nor could it block the wind, but Mo Chenzui felt extremely warm.

Looking at the hand held by the other party, Mo Chenzui felt at ease for the first time in five or six years.

"Where... are you taking me? Why help me?" Mo Shenzui's voice was hoarse, probably because he didn't speak often, his voice was very low, with a feeling of caution.

Mo Chenzui secretly observed this handsome man, only to see that he turned his face slightly, looking at him with strange eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

This feeling was fleeting, Mo Chenzui heard the other party say: "False feelings."

Mo Chenzui was stunned: What do you mean?

The next reaction was, this sounds really nice.

"my name."

Mo Shenzui was intoxicated by this voice, and it took a while to realize that what the other party said was that his name was Xuqing.

Hypocrisy?Mo Chenzui suddenly lowered his head, looking at the two holding hands.

Blooming flowers in the void is still passionate.

Mo Chenzui thinks it's beautiful, his name, and his person are both beautiful.

Mo Chenzui quietly cast his eyes on Xuqing's face, which is exquisite and perfect, just like the most perfect creation.

He suddenly discovered that this person was actually very young, only seventeen or eighteen years old, maybe because he only cared about stunning his beauty just now, he actually ignored his age.

Mo Chenzui is like a well-behaved child, letting that pretty hand hold him, stepping on the rain, and slowly walking out of the dark alley.

A carriage was parked on the street, and a wind chime was hung on each side of the top of the carriage, swinging in the wind and making a tinkling sound.

The rain and fog blurred the boundary, and the crisp bell seemed to come from a distant place.

Mo Chenzui didn't recover until he stood in front of the carriage, his eyes looked blankly at Xuqing, as if he didn't know what to do next.

"Get in the car." The hypocritical voice passed by Mo Shenzui's ears, and he subconsciously lifted the hem of his clothes.

It was very warm in the carriage, Mo Chenzui hugged the blanket, huddled in the corner, looked down at the place that was wet and dirty by himself, pursed his mouth uncomfortably, embarrassed.

Mo Shenzui carefully peeked at Xuqing, and saw that he seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, so he became bolder and looked carefully at his delicate face.

The light in the alley was dim before, so I couldn't see clearly. At this time, Mo Chenzui realized that Xuqing's face seemed too pale, and even the color of his lips seemed to be gone. A sense of weakness.

Mo Chenzui's heart tugged, and he was in a trance for a moment, and felt that the worrying feeling just now was just an illusion.

Is he in poor health?Is it raining and cold?It's because of me!Mo Chenzui stared blankly at Xuqing's face, thinking wildly.

The carriage stopped at this time, and Mo Chenzui heard the driver outside say: "Master, we're here."

Mo Chenzui saw the young man open his eyes, the beautiful glass-like pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, the beauty was astonishing.

Mo Chenzui quickly moved his eyes away, and the fingers covered under his sleeve curled up uncontrollably.

"Get out of the car!" Hearing the voice, Mo Chenzui raised his head in panic, and saw the hand stretched out in front of his eyes. It was slender and thin, as if it would break if he grasped it hard.

Mo Chenzui quietly rubbed his hands on the clothes, hoping it would become a little cleaner, and then gently grabbed the boy's fingertips.

Mo Chenzui seemed to hear a chuckle, and then felt that his hand was held back by the other party, and suddenly felt inexplicably embarrassed, the hand held by the other party seemed to start to feel hot, and it spread straight to his face.

Mo Chenzui tried his best to bury his head lower, his ears were slightly hot, he only wished to be phony so he didn't see his embarrassment.

The door of the carriage opened, and two young servants stood on both sides with umbrellas, Mo Chenzui was led out by Xu Qing, when he looked up, the three big characters "Xunyanlou" came into view, and there were two burly people standing under the conspicuous door plaque The big man looks like a tiger, like a wolf like a tiger.

The expression on Mo Chenzui's face was frozen in disbelief, and he fell headlong from the car.

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The playboy Zhang Lanyu met a man when he was visiting a brothel, coaxed and tricked him back home, and forced him to marry him as his wife.

It's not that he likes men, it's that this man is so good-looking, with a peerless appearance and a state-of-the-art appearance, I can't exaggerate it.

Unfortunately, the beauty is a fool.

On the wedding night, Zhang Lanyu was about to enjoy the beauty, but the beauty suddenly seemed to be a different person. She overturned him on the bed, pressed him under him, stripped off his clothes, and picked a flower that he had never shown before. Fresh little daisies.

The next day, Zhang Lanyu got up from the bed with his waist supported, and gritted his teeth: "Pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger? Very good, very good! When I find you, I will see how my husband will teach you!"

Cang Ming, the leader of the Demon Cult, became obsessed with practicing kung fu, and his mind was chaotic.

The moment he regained his sanity, there was a person on his body who wanted to do something wrong to him.

The memory of recent days recovered, the leader's face was gloomy, he overturned Zhang Lanyu and pressed him under him, and then...

Then they consummated their marriage with this young man with delicate skin and tender flesh.