Proudly follow your heart

Familiar fingers slid towards Nangong Cang Ao's back with a tight force. After abandoning the throne, Jun Zhanran had no more worries, as if he had escaped from the shackles of his own prison, and his behavior became more and more unruly.

When both sides were getting tense, he pulled away Nangong Cang Ao's clothes, and bit his back hard with an eye for an eye, without mercy.

Hearing the muffled hum, he showed a satisfied smile, "If you provoke me on purpose again, don't blame me for making you unable to lift your head up in front of my subordinates, and humiliating you..."

"What are you going to do? How can I lose face? I'm really curious." Nangong Cang Ao twitched the corner of his mouth with great interest.

The Jun Zhanran who bid farewell to the past was still the Jun Zhanran he knew, but not completely. Some things that had been suppressed were gradually revealed, and the people in front of him often surprised him, and at the same time he was looking forward to it.

Jun Zhanran fully opened the slightly covered window, and a smell of rainwater blew in, "How could I forget your nature, not only blame yourself, but also be arrogant, no matter what I do, you must not care."

"It turns out that I have so many advantages in your eyes." Nangong Cang Ao narrowed his eyes with a smile, looking through the crimson long robe.

The next moment, the loose robe was suddenly opened by its owner, and Jun Zhanran pulled the belt around his waist with one hand in front of him, and said, "If someone passes by later and sees their leader pressed against the window by me, he is short of breath. Moaning in a hoarse voice, I don't know what will happen?"

"Tell me, whose face are you disgracing?" Suddenly approaching, his voice fell into Nangong Cang Ao's ear, which was a bit charming.

It's not women who are touching. Once a man with an indifferent face shows his charm, it can kill people.

Nangong Cang Ao's eyes suddenly darkened, "But you provoked me first." He stretched out his hand.

Jun Zhanran's wrists were tied up with belts, and his body was turned upside down, facing the river, with the palms behind his waist pressed.

"Why don't we just take a gamble, whether it's your people passing here or mine—" Nangong Cangao's deep voice was provocative besides lust.

Jun Zhan, who was bound in front of him with his back turned to him, was slightly red behind his ears.

"Tell me, will anyone pass by at this time? If someone came out of the room, how would they feel when they saw you like this?" Nangong Cangao whispered in his ear, teasingly, "Do you want me to take you back?" room?"

Jun Zhanran suddenly flicked his hands that had been imprisoned, "It's not yet decided."

With a squeak, the belt was broken, and he pinched Nangong Cangao's pulse gate with several grasping hands, "As you wish, let's take a gamble."

The two faced each other, and both saw the desire in the other's eyes.

That is lust, and it is also a competitive heart.

Leaning against the window, in front of him is the surging river, but a silent entanglement is going on in the cabin aisle, and the man's desire to conquer is fully exposed at this time.

Who will make the opponent surrender to desire and be willing to admit defeat?

Half-truth, half-false, this entanglement and confrontation seems to be impossible to stop once it starts. In the quiet corridor, except for the sound of wind and water, there are only two people breathing. Others restrained their breath, but under the attack of the other party, they forgot where they were, and almost lost their emotions and made a louder noise.

After a while, the clothes of the two were messed up, their faces were flushed, and their breathing was slightly short of breath.

"Zhan Ran still doesn't admit defeat?"

"You should be the one who surrendered, right?" Without Da Xia, without the throne, and without any personal pain, Jun Zhanran suddenly understood Nangong Cang Ao's state of mind very well, despite everything.

A person who has never been trapped in hatred and has no restraint in his heart, how can he have any scruples in action?That's why Nangong Cang Ao is always so reckless, as if nothing can shake his heart.

Now, he is also free, so Jun Zhanran suddenly thought, what if this appearance is seen by others.

The intertwined lips and tongues tasted each other's breath, and the rush of breath lingered at the tip of the nose.

"Zhan Ran is very enthusiastic today, are you really not afraid?" Being aroused, the smile became a little sinister.

"The world knows about you and me. Tell me, what else is there to be afraid of?" Jun Zhanran's neck was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his chest kept rising and falling. "Since we have decided to bet One hand, how will the winner be divided until the end..."

"It seems that Zhanran wants to win." Nangong Cangao didn't seem to be worried that he would lose at all, he looked straight at Jun Zhanran, his presumptuous appearance, his wild appearance, and couldn't move away Eye.

"So you should think about it, if the black dove passes by here for a while - what will you do?" Jun Zhanran pressed his chest together, letting him feel his rushing and frantic heartbeat, "It's all because of you, it's already like this, I won't stop .”

"I didn't tell you to stop, it's rare for Zhan Ran to be so presumptuous, how can I miss such an opportunity..." Panting, Nangong Cang Ao was smiling, as if he was the one who had the upper hand.

"It's rare, you'll know later." Jun Zhanran kissed his hair, and his eyes stayed on his half-naked body, "The majestic leader of the Eagle Howling League, but now he looks like this—"

Always flying in the wind, the black hair is as rebellious as its owner, sometimes like a wild horse, sometimes like a wild lion, and sometimes it will be scattered smoothly behind the head, so far it has been stained with sweat, and the kiss mark from just now is exposed under the hair , After the rain, the sky cleared, and Nangong Cang Ao looked golden and copper-colored under the sun.

"Where is the face of Yingshuai..." Such a man is being suppressed by him in front of the window, his clothes are disheveled.

Nangong Cangao blinked with those eyes, "Zhan Ran is wrong, as long as I'm with you, no matter what you do to me, I don't feel ashamed, let alone you and I are in love with each other. It’s commonplace, whether it’s Yinjiu or Xiaohu, if you see it, you’ll see it, and they will retreat, so what’s there to be ashamed of?”

Such words can actually be upright and awe-inspiring.

Jun Zhanran's heart skipped a beat, "I don't think it's wrong for you to say that."

He seemed speechless, unable to refute, but tightened his arms around Nangong Cangao, "Did I ever say that it was your bold and reckless appearance that made me have to treat you?" See it differently?"

Nangong Cang Ao smiled deeper and his eyes darkened, "There's no need to say anything."

Jun Zhanran kissed Weiyang's thin lips in front of him, and they touched each other, plundering each other's breath, and judging from Nangong Cangao's fiery reaction, he endured as hard as him.

Don't want to wait anymore, Jun Zhanran is about to--

"Wait." Nangong Cang Ao suddenly pressed his wrist, and at this moment the door on the side of the corridor opened.

Before seeing who came out of it, Jun Zhanran suddenly thought of something, his expression changed, he pulled Nangong Cang Ao and flashed into his bedroom, that is, in this instant, Nangong Cang Ao had picked up the Scattered clothes draped over his shoulders.

It doesn't matter what winning or losing, none of them want others to see the other's appearance at the moment.

The fiery eyes, the vigorous body, the affection that is particularly touching because of desire...how can it be seen by outsiders?Only myself, can only be frank in front of myself.

"Lord? Yingshuai?" When Xiao Hu stood in the corridor, there was no one in front of the window, only a figure flashed by, and a familiar hand closed the door.

The hand that makes poison, the hand that is good at drawing, the hand that once killed invisible and saved his life, now the action of pulling another person into the room and closing the door is really like flowing clouds and flowing water.

The so-called ghost hand, probably so.

Xiao Hu nodded with a straight face, thinking so in his heart.

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