Proud of the rivers and lakes

Leng Qixuan tied Fu Jinghong's hands behind his back with the moon-white hairband, and then pressed Fu Jinghong on the table.

Fu Jinghong felt a pain in his lower back, and when he came back to his senses, he had already been crushed under Leng Qixuan.

Leng Qixuan's eyes darkened, as if whispering: "Senior brother..."

Fu Jinghong was startled and angry, stared at him and said, "What do you want!"

"Brother..." Leng Qixuan called again in a low voice.

Fu Jinghong's intuition is not good, although he tried to arouse Leng Qixuan's reaction before and refused to let him understand...it is impossible between them.But facing the current Leng Qixuan, for the first time, he had the feeling that he couldn't grasp it.

Although Leng Qixuan always had a cold and expressionless face in the past, to him he can see clearly.

But the Leng Qixuan in front of him made him feel a little unpredictable.

Since when did that second junior brother, who was always expressionless, start looking at him like that?

Leng Qixuan lowered his head, looked at Fu Jinghong softly, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, I only want to stay by your side for the rest of my life, but you will never look back at me, so I can only walk in front of you. Make you look up and see me."

Fu Jinghong opened his mouth to say something, but Leng Qixuan quickly tapped two acupoints.

"...If you don't say what I want to hear, then I'd better not listen." Leng Qixuan murmured, reaching out to caress Fu Jinghong's eyebrows.

Fu Jinghong could only try his best to open his eyes wide and stare at him.

Leng Qixuan's hands were slightly cold, maybe a little nervous, and trembling slightly.

His hand gently slid across Fu Jinghong's eyebrows, and gradually moved downward.

Fu Jinghong's acupuncture points were tapped and he couldn't move.

He was angry, but a little helpless.

Hearing Leng Qixuan's words, he felt a little guilty, he really didn't seem to turn his head to look at his second junior brother seriously.

Maybe it's because of those things in his previous life, but in this life he always has a vague alienation from Leng Qixuan.

Even though the scar had healed long ago, there was still a shallow scar there.

If he doesn't touch it, the wound won't hurt, but if it doesn't hurt, it doesn't mean he has forgotten it.

The person he liked in the previous life stabbed him because of the person in front of him.

Even though he was reborn, reincarnated, everything turned upside down, but he did not forget all the past life.

The past life has nothing to do with the present life, and those past events are just past events, so he doesn't hate Leng Qixuan, nor Bai Lianhua, he can treat them normally, but he can't be unkind.

There was always a thorn in his heart, it didn't hurt or itch, but it was always there.

Fu Jinghong looked at Leng Qixuan expressionlessly.

Seeing Fu Jinghong's gaze, Leng Qixuan trembled slightly, and said in a low voice, "Senior brother...don't look at me like that."

Fu Jinghong watched Leng Qixuan's movements coldly.

"Senior brother, do you know?" Leng Qixuan didn't stop, and slowly lowered his hand into Fu Jinghong's shirt, saying, "Since a long time ago, when you looked at me, It's all so cold..."

Fu Jinghong paused, and felt Leng Qixuan's five fingers tremble slightly, feeling slightly cold.

"You looked at me so far away, as if you were looking at someone through me..."

Fu Jinghong paused, he never noticed how he was looking at the person in front of him, he always thought that he was hiding it well, and never let anyone notice his deepest thoughts.

"When you look at me, it's like you're looking at another person, another person who has nothing to do with me. Why don't you take a good look at me?" Leng Qixuan's breathing gradually became disordered, and his hands were wrapped around Fu Jinghong's. Walking in the clothes, the palms of the hands gradually became hot.

"I'm not him, why are you looking at me like this?"

"You hate him, but why are you looking at me like that?"

Leng Qixuan murmured, his eyelashes trembling, he peeled off Fu Jinghong's clothes layer by layer, and his eyes fell on Fu Jinghong's body.

His breathing became hotter and hotter, and finally he said hoarsely: "But I am not him."

Leng Qixuan's hand trembled slightly, and he placed it in front of Fu Jinghong.

His five fingers were slightly cold, but his palm was hot.

Fu Jinghong's scalp went numb, and his body suddenly felt that he couldn't control the reaction.

Leng Qixuan's movements were very unfamiliar, he just held Fu Jinghong's place carelessly, stroked and kneaded, but Fu Jinghong had almost never been treated like this before, so he became a little confused after a few moments.

He tried his best to bite his lower lip to stay awake, but his body's reaction came up, so he couldn't help it.

The acupuncture points of his body were locked and he couldn't move, but he couldn't help but want to lift his waist.

Seeing Fu Jinghong's confused expression, Leng Qixuan's panting became more and more heavy. He caressed Fu Jinghong's front with erratic movements, lowered his head and repeated in a hoarse voice next to Fu Jinghong's ear: "I'm not him... ..."

"I'm not that person..."

"Don't look at me like that."

Fu Jinghong's brain was in chaos, and he couldn't hear what Leng Xixuan was saying at all, but he felt the warm breath from Leng Qixuan's nose, and flinched involuntarily.

"Look clearly, I'm not him."

Fu Jinghong was forced to raise his head to look at Leng Qixuan, his expression was a little dazed.

Leng Qixuan looked at him, paused and said, "I'm not him."

There was a blank look in Fu Jinghong's eyes.

Leng Qixuan loosened one hand, while the other hand was still stroking.

Fu Jinghong's expression gradually blurred, and his eyes were covered with mist.

Just when he was trembling and about to vent, he suddenly felt that the exit was blocked.

Feeling aggrieved, he opened his eyes and stared at Leng Qixuan.

"Did you see clearly?" Leng Qixuan whispered.

He pressed Fu Jinghong's exit with one hand, and untied the moon-white hairband with the other, and tied it at the base of Fu Jinghong's front.

Fu Jinghong grunted and nodded blankly.

"I'm not him..." Leng Qixuan whispered.

Fu Jinghong groaned again in distress, the feeling of being tapped and blocked was very uncomfortable, he was already a little confused.

Leng Qixuan sighed, and suddenly let go of his hand.

Fu Jinghong vented with his eyes closed, and the moon-white hairband was splashed wet.

Leng Qixuan untied the hair tie, raised his hand and opened Fu Jinghong's acupuncture points.

After venting, Fu Jinghong's mind went blank, even though the acupoints were unlocked, he didn't get up immediately.

Leng Qixuan looked at Fu Jinghong's expression, his eyes darkened slightly, and a hand that was touched by Fu Jinghong's things was stretched out behind Fu Jinghong.

After Fu Jinghong was still addicted to the feeling just now, his eyes were blank.

Panting lightly, Leng Qixuan stuck his fingers in, lowered his head, and gently pecked at Fu Jinghong's eyebrows.

When Fu Jinghong finally came to his senses, Leng Qixuan had already poked three fingers in.

Even though it's not like they haven't done it these days, Fu Jinghong still feels a bit subtle about the feeling of rising in the rear.

He turned cold and looked at Leng Qixuan.

Seeing that he was awake, Leng Qixuan paused, but the movements of his hands remained firm.

Fu Jinghong snorted, and said: "You..." He just uttered a word, and found that his voice was very hoarse, like a low voice.

Fu Jinghong paused.

"Senior brother." Leng Qixuan looked straight at Fu Jinghong without moving his gaze.

Fu Jinghong couldn't help but look up into Leng Qixuan's eyes.

"In the past, who was the person you saw through me?" He said.

Fu Jinghong trembled inaudibly all over, but Leng Qixuan was almost touching his skin, so how could he not feel it?

Fu Jinghong lowered his eyes, and Leng Qixuan's gaze sank slightly.

How should he say it?

The person he was looking at through Leng Xixuan was Leng Qixuan from his previous life?

He was reincarnated once, but he forgot to drink that bowl of Mengpo soup, so he remembered all the entanglements in his previous life?

If he hadn't experienced it himself, he couldn't believe it, but these things happened to be true.

But he couldn't speak.

Leng Qixuan sighed lightly.

He said: "No matter who it is, you can't look at me like that again in the future."

Fu Jinghong paused.

"I'm not him at all." Leng Qixuan said, with a look of grievance in his eyes.

Fu Jinghong's heart trembled.

Leng Qixuan in his previous life would never look at him with such eyes.

Leng Qixuan in his previous life would never treat him like this.

When did Leng Qixuan start to be different from his previous life?

Since he led Leng Qixuan into the valley?When he put on the hair tie for Leng Qixuan?

The Leng Qixuan in this life is no longer the Leng Qixuan in the previous life, but Fu Jinghong has been living in the memories of the previous life, always thinking about the person in the previous life through the person in front of him.

He forgot that everything was different from the beginning.The person in front of him was no longer the person in his previous life in his memory.

Leng Qixuan in this life will always call him big brother, will always follow behind him, and will always smile at him.

He is not him.

Fu Jinghong let out a long sigh.

"Senior Brother." Leng Qixuan called out in a low voice, his face was still expressionless, but his eyes were infinitely soft.

"...Second Junior Brother." Fu Jinghong opened his mouth and called out.

Leng Qixuan paused, and smiled at him.

Fu Jinghong smiled back as if relieved.

Leng Qixuan's eyes sank, and he stretched out his hand to push Fu Jinghong's legs away.

"Hey, you..." Fu Jinghong was startled.

"Senior brother." Leng Qixuan looked at Fu Jinghong with a slight grievance in his eyes.

He straightened his back, and rubbed Fu Jinghong's thigh with the already stiff part of his lower part.

Fu Jinghong froze, and after a long while, he said: "Do it yourself, and have enough food and clothing."

"Senior brother." Leng Qixuan showed aggrieved face, and he held Fu Jinghong's waist stubbornly.

"We are brothers, we shouldn't... we shouldn't be like this." Fu Jinghong turned his head away from looking at Leng Qixuan.

People from the Valley of Duanxiu naturally don't mind these worldly rules and regulations.

It's just that when he thinks of being so and so with a child he has watched grow up with his own eyes, he still feels quite weird in his heart.

Although they had done that before, it was his last resort under the control of the female gu.

Now Fu Jinghong is very sober, so he feels quite complicated in his heart.

"Brother..." Leng Qixuan called out in a low voice.

Fu Jinghong turned his head involuntarily, and looked at Leng Qixuan who was bending over.

There was softness in Leng Qixuan's eyes, which made Fu Jinghong startled.

Has he ever seen Leng Qixuan look at a person with such eyes?

Seeing Fu Jinghong looking at him, Leng Qixuan lowered his head, lingering between Fu Jinghong's brows and eyes, and finally touched the corners of Fu Jinghong's lips.

His lips were slightly cold, and it seemed that there was also an unknown trembling.

Fu Jinghong's heart softened in vain, and he opened his mouth suddenly, letting Leng Qixuan's lips roll over his lips.

Leng Qixuan's eyes were softer, and immediately he gently lifted Fu Jinghong's waist with his hands, and pushed his legs apart.

Then, Leng Qixuan clasped Fu Jinghong's waist tightly, and the two skins were tightly pressed against each other.

A drop of sweat slipped across Leng Qixuan's eyebrows.

Panting lightly, he clasped Fu Jinghong's waist, inch by inch, squeezing in gently but firmly.