Proud of the rivers and lakes

Fu Jinghong felt the burning pain where he was bitten, and after hearing Liu Xianqin's words, he paused.

Can only feel the pain...

But even so, biting him won't help.

Fu Jinghong raised his head and glared at Liu Xianqin. Liu Xianqin's eyes darkened, and one hand went deep into Fu Jinghong's clothes.

Liu Xianqin's hands were very cold, as if they had no warmth.

The night in the mountains was already cold, but when Liu Xianqin suddenly stretched his hand in, Fu Jinghong couldn't help shivering.

Liu Xianqin's slender hands slowly moved over Fu Jinghong's body under his clothes, slowly but quickly.

Liu Xianqin's hair tie had already been untied, and her jet-black hair fell down her shoulders, and a few strands slid down in front of his face, covering the streamer in his eyes.

Because of the scorching heat before, Liu Xianqin also inadvertently tore open her skirt, the moon-white clothes were in a mess, revealing a large area of ​​slightly pale skin on her chest.

Even though he was suffering from some kind of medicine, Liu Xianqin's expression was still very calm, but the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead betrayed the anxiety in his heart.

Fu Jinghong's internal energy had not yet recovered, and he could not get up under the pressure of Liu Xianqin, so he had to raise his head to watch Liu Xianqin's movements.

Liu Xianqin was obviously very unfamiliar with such things, and her movements were very incomprehensible. Her cold hands wandered over Fu Jinghong's body for a while, and then slowly groped for the place behind Fu Jinghong.

His expression was slightly hesitant, and a dazed look flashed in his eyes.

Fu Jinghong looked amused, and purposely turned slightly sideways when he tried to poke his fingertips in there.

Liu Xianqin's expression remained unchanged, but her eyes were slightly annoyed. She leaned over to hold Fu Jinghong down, and poked her fingertips forward again.

Fu Jinghong's upper body was tightly suppressed, and he was about to lift his waist up. Just as he raised one leg, he felt something hot against his thigh.

Fu Jinghong couldn't help being stunned, the place under Liu Xianqin couldn't hold back for a long time, but his face was still cold, it didn't fit, but there was a strange coordination.

As cold as Liu Xianqin, if she is indulging in lust, does she have such a cold expression?

Fu Jinghong's heart was a little loose, and he suddenly wanted to see the expression of a cold person like Liu Xianqin when he was moved.

Besides, he also knows that if some aphrodisiacs are not released in time, it is very likely to cause some damage to the body, and even explode to death... What's more, this medicine was given by the flower picker of the demon sect, and the insiders don't know about it. What did you add?

When he went out to pick fruits earlier, he also checked the nearby terrain, and found that although there is a river here, it originates from Gaoji Mountain, and finally flows to a lake not far from here. The rocky cliff is obviously a basin. If you want to go back to the top, unless you can find some trail, you can only climb up the mountain wall.

Climbing rocks and walls would not be a difficult task if his internal energy was at its peak, but his internal energy has not yet recovered, and he does not know how long it will take to recover, so he can only rely on this person in front of him.If Liu Xianqin was tortured to death by the aphrodisiac, he might not be able to leave this place until the year of the monkey.

Of course, the most important thing is that he doesn't want the person in front of him to die.

Thinking of this, Fu Jinghong sighed and relaxed his body.

Liu Xianqin's fingers finally stabbed in smoothly.

Fu Jinghong paused, he hadn't done this kind of thing for a long time, and at this moment, he felt a little strange about this feeling.

With the other hand, Liu Xianqin brushed away a strand of hair that was drenched with sweat on her face, then put her hand on Fu Jinghong's face, and groped for a while, her movements were very slow.

Fu Jinghong was a little puzzled, but his sanity was immediately taken away by the exploring finger behind him.

"I was born with abnormal five senses, except for the healthy sense of touch... I can't see things, so I can only use my hands to feel them." Liu Xianqin said lightly, gliding between Fu Jinghong's eyebrows with cold fingers.

"Later, I had to meet a genius doctor. I could see things with my eyes, but the things I saw were always covered with a layer of fog... Only things that I touched with my hands can be seen clearly and remembered in my heart."

Fu Jinghong listened to him in silence, but felt a little dazed.

Liu Xianqin's fingers were cold, but when they brushed against his body, there was a trace of scorching heat.

Fu Jinghong had never been blind before, so he couldn't imagine Liu Xianqin's mood.

So, he just stretched out his hand and groped his facial features like Liu Xianqin did, without saying anything.

Liu Xianqin's face remained unchanged, but there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, he paused, and the blackness in his eyes darkened.

"...It's all right."

Fu Jinghong closed his eyes and whispered.

It stands to reason that even if it wasn't the first time for him to be subjugated by a woman, as a man, it would be a bit shameless to do so.

But Fu Jinghong was born in Duanxiu Valley, but he has never been immersed in the world's etiquette and dogma. Although he knows that it is normal for men and women to have sex, he does not consider himself a heretic at all. What's wrong.

Wherever love comes, do it naturally, what's wrong with being above or below?

He only lives wantonly for himself, so he doesn't care about others laughing and scolding him!

There are no things much ado about.

Liu Xianqin's breathing became more and more rapid. He stretched out his hands to push away Fu Jinghong's slender legs, lifted Fu Jinghong's waist, and pressed the burning part of himself against the part behind Fu Jinghong.

Fu Jinghong raised his head to look at Liu Xianqin's half-covered eyes, stretched out his legs and hooked Liu Xianqin's waist.

Liu Xianqin paused, put one hand next to Fu Jinghong's mouth, and said lightly: "If it hurts, just bite."

Fu Jinghong opened his mouth, stretched out his tongue and licked Liu Xianqin's cold fingers.

Liu Xianqin paused, the expression in her eyes became more and more serious, she used the other wrist to tighten Fu Jinghong's waist, and slowly stood up.

His movements are very slow, but very hard.

Fu Jinghong didn't do it for a while, his body was exhausted for a long time, and his expression was stiff.

Liu Xianqin groaned, wrapped her arms around Fu Jinghong's waist and pierced it to the end, a trace of confusion appeared on her cold face.

Fu Jinghong felt extremely painful, he hadn't done it for a long time, and now he was suddenly pierced like this, he only felt the pain of tearing in the back.

He opened his mouth and bit Liu Xianqin's hand, biting hard painfully.

Liu Xianqin frowned, but there was a look of relief on her face, as if being bitten was very comfortable.

Then he started to move, his cold face became more and more blurred, and his eyes flickered.

Fu Jinghong bit Liu Xianqin's hand tightly, biting every bit of pain, and finally bit Liu Xianqin's hand until blood flowed out.

I don't know if it's Fu Jinghong's illusion, but he always feels that the harder he bites, the harder Liu Xianqin is.

Just when he bit Liu Xianqin's hand to bleed, Liu Xianqin let out a rough gasp.

The blood streaked on Liu Xianqin's pale and slender fingers, which looked a bit morbidly beautiful, like a spot of cinnabar on rice paper.

The hair on Liu Xianqin's forehead was already drenched with sweat, and the ink-colored hair was scattered messily, pouring on Fu Jinghong's body.

Fu Jinghong swallowed the salty taste in his mouth, only to feel a dull pain in his back.

He also just let himself go in Liu Xianqin's heavy movements, at this moment his mind went blank.

After a long time, Fu Jinghong slowly came back to his senses, looking at the top of the cave with a dazed gaze.

Liu Xianqin was still leaning on him, breathing heavily.

After a while, Liu Xianqin raised her head and looked at Fu Jinghong below, her expression returned to the original coldness.

He said lightly: "Thank you." Then he paused.

He supported the ground with his hands, and was about to get up, looking at the mess between the legs of the two, his expression remained unchanged, still cold.

Fu Jinghong was stunned for a moment, feeling a little upset.

Whoever just flirted with someone, and after that person had a good time, he would act as if nothing had happened, and no one would feel at ease.

He snorted, grabbed Liu Xianqin who was about to leave, raised his head and bit Liu Xianqin's shoulder.

Just now when Liu Xianqin bit him, he just wanted revenge.

He bites very hard, and the taste of blood soon tastes in his mouth.

Only then did Fu Jinghong let go of his mouth in satisfaction, looked at the spot on Liu Xianqin's pale skin that seemed to be covered with rouge, and smiled slightly.

But soon, his expression changed again.

Liu Xianqin's originally cold expression suddenly became blurred again. The moment Fu Jinghong bit down hard, he moaned in pain. After being bitten and bleeding, the moan gradually turned into a light gasp.

And the object that had weakened somewhere below him soon stood up again.

Fu Jinghong stared blankly at Liu Xianqin's eyes darkening, apparently still not understanding what it meant to be self-inflicted.

But soon, he understood.

Liu Xianqin let out a low gasp, like a sigh, then he bent down and pressed Fu Jinghong to the ground again.

Fu Jinghong paused, and said, "You..."

"I said," Liu Xianqin whispered, "I can only feel pain..."

"That……"

"Only pain can make me..." Liu Xianqin's eyes darkened, she lowered her head, and bit Fu Jinghong's neck sideways.

It was very light, but it made Fu Jinghong a little creepy, for fear that Liu Xianqin would bite hard in the next bite.

That place is not like other places, if one bite is hard, it is not difficult to die instantly.

As if sensing Fu Jinghong's heart, Liu Xianqin chuckled in his ear.

"That's what makes me... feel different."

Fu Jinghong had never seen Liu Xianqin smile, and his heart was complicated for a while.

Liu Xianqin's lips rubbed against his neck, as if thinking about where to speak.

"Only pain can make me... have pleasure."

He murmured, looking at Fu Jinghong with fixed eyes.

Then, he lowered his head and bit the wound on Fu Jinghong's shoulder that had stopped bleeding, and bit down hard.

The wound was torn open again, more painful than the first bite.

Fu Jinghong was in a trance for a moment, then Liu Xianqin hugged his body tightly and was pushed deep again.

His movements were slow and hard, mixed with pain and a trace of unexplainable pleasure.