Deep ice

The voice of the dead man was hoarse, and when he pulled it, Yuan Jing showed half of his arm, which was glistening white, which was really dazzling in the darkness.

Huai Huai swallowed, and once again set up a tent in his crotch, the pain was unbearable.

The dead man's side face was like a knife's edge, he cast a glance at Huai Huai, then bent down and gnawed at that smooth neck.

Huai Huai opened his mouth in horror, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't speak a word.

The man stared at Huai Huai, provocatively, stretched out his slightly longer tongue than ordinary people, licked from the side of Yuan Jing's neck, clicked his tongue, as if he was tasting a very delicious food, he was reluctant to eat it, and just kept going Sucking, smearing his own saliva on it, it was shiny, exuding bursts of obscene and sour smell, as if swearing the master's territory.

Yuan Jing was encircled by a pair of powerful arms, and he swayed weakly, allowing the dead man to toss about, posing in various unimaginable poses in different ways.

The rest of the clothes on the upper body were all taken off, piled up around the waist, loose and loose, as if it would fall off at any time.

Huai Huai stared at Yuan Jing's naked upper body, clenched his hands tightly, his face flushed.

The north wind suddenly picked up outside the house, and the door panel was buzzing, as if someone was knocking hastily, trembling endlessly.

The green flame on the candlestick was beating sharply, flickering on and off.

The afterglow covered the embracing figure layer by layer.

One was hugged by the other, and the unconscious one leaned back with exhaustion, the man in front of the chest was vigorously licking and sucking the two red tassels, and then lowered down again, entangled unsightly, and kissed together.

The breath became more and more rapid, and the face was scorching hot.

I don't know whose heartbeat is pounding from the darkness.

The dead man raised his lips and smiled, loosening his half-naked body, the lapel trimmed with black piping was loose, revealing his strong skin faintly, but the dead man was not in a hurry to take off his clothes, he just rubbed his hands towards his hem, It pokes in from the lower abdomen, as if trying to take out something.

Huai Huai grabbed his hand and blocked his next move.

"No."

The dead man's hands were still vigorously kneading the body underneath, "Why not?"

Huaihuai lowered his head, "He...maybe he doesn't want to..."

The dead man sneered, "This man is the most scumbag, and he just likes me to use force. You say he doesn't like it, but you don't know. He likes it very much. It's best to tie it with a rope and pull him. It will be even better if the hair is bleeding out."

Huai Huai covered his ears, "Shut up!"

"What, disappointed? Knowing that he is such a weirdo, can't you like him?"

Huai Huai shook his head, "Everyone is afraid of pain, he must not have treated him like you said, I feel distressed to hear that."

The sneer on the lips of the dead man deepened,

"Fake, you will only indulge in this."

Huai Huai pushed back, "That's you."

The dead man looked at Huai Huai like frost, his eyes were cold.

Huaihuai also stared at him, "Who are you? Why are you staying in my room?"

The dead man left the naked man aside, turned around, and stared at Huai Huai, as if he was his favorite plaything, "My name is He Yan, you must remember this name firmly."

"He Yan..."

Huaihuai repeated the name over and over again, uttering it from his lips and teeth,

So strange, yet familiar.

There was dirty blood in He Yan's eyes, "Remember?"

Huai Huai nodded, "Remember, Brother He, as the saying goes, you and I are destined to sleep together after a hundred years of cultivation. Although this person has some issues with you, he is also the sweetheart of my younger brother. Can you hold your hand high and let it go Let him go."

He Yan narrowed his eyes slightly,

"Let him go? You don't know... this person is more vicious than you... If you let him go, he won't let you go..."

Huai Huai said: "It's okay, I like him, it's just that he was beaten, it's just a flesh wound."

He Yan said coldly: "Flesh wounds? You are a fool after all, what he gave you is more than just flesh wounds."

Huai Huai listened with a half-knowledge, "What do you mean?"

He Yan's eyes overflowed with cold light, like a demon, muttering to himself,

"This man lied to me. I wanted to change it, but he didn't even give me a chance. He hated me so much. He plotted quietly and suddenly wanted to kill me!"

Huaihuai was very confused, "It's so messed up, I don't understand."

He Yan looked at Huaihuai, and suddenly smiled, "You will know in the future, you don't need to pity this kind of person, and you shouldn't love him, he has no heart, how can he know how to love..."

Four more cold, greedy for a long time, like a dream.

Yuan Jing heard that person's voice was hoarse, sometimes angry, sometimes begging.

His chest was sticky and he had a splitting headache.

Yuan Jing opened his eyes, the candles glaring in the darkness, ambiguous and seductive.

Not far away, the man stared straight at him, his face changing from cloudy to sunny.

Yuan Jing sat up abruptly, the scenes in his mind were forced to come up, and then he looked down and saw his clothes were messy, and Long Yan was furious.

"Get out!"

Seeing Yuan Jing woke up, Huai Huai was very happy at first, excitedly rushed forward, and before he could say a word, he scolded him head and face.

Huaihuai was stunned for a while, "This is my house..."

Yuan Jing's phoenix eyes were poisonous, "Don't talk about you, there is nothing in the world that is not my property, if I tell you to get out, get out!"

He Yan on the side suddenly sneered,

"These things from the emperor are not given to you by the minister."

Yuan Jing's breath was suffocated, his face was ashen, he stared at Huai Huai, suddenly wrapped his clothes around his body, and shrank back unconsciously, as if afraid,

"Impossible, you can't remember..."

Huai Huai was puzzled, "My lord, are you talking about me?"

Yuan Jing stared at Huai Huai, and suddenly stopped talking.

Huaihuai continued to explain: "My lord, I'm sorry, it's all his doing that made me like this, and it has nothing to do with me."

He Yan glanced at Huai Huai's finger pointing at him, and his sarcasm grew stronger.

"Fool."

Huai Huai said anxiously: "You are stupid!"

Yuan Jing saw the stupidity of the man talking to himself, and he became a little clearer.

With a pair of dark eyes, Yuan Jing slowly calmed down, thinking about getting out, but looking at the clothes on his body, he really couldn't get out, so he said: "Go and get some clothes for me."

When Huaihuai heard the words, he hurriedly responded, and was about to leave, but he heard the voice around him was cold, "What are you wearing? This is not very good."

"You..." Yuan Jing's voice trembled, his eyes stared at Huai Huai like knives.

Huaihuai was very wronged, "My lord, I didn't say anything."

Going to see He Yan again, "You are really...this cold day, the prince will be frozen to death again."

He Yan raised his eyebrows, "Cold? I think he is very hot. If you don't believe me, just take off his pants and take a look."

Yuan Jing became angry from embarrassment, raised her hand and slapped Huai Huai,

"presumptuous!"

Huaihuai covered his face, at a loss, "My lord...what's wrong with me..."

Seeing this, He Yan stepped forward and slapped Yuan Jing twice, then went to Huai Huai,

"If he hits you, you hit him. He likes it so much."

Huaihuai was a little angry, and stepped forward to question He Yan, "Why do you want to be rough, it's really not what a gentleman would do."

The corners of Yuan Jing's lips were red, and there was a dark tide between his eyebrows and eyes.

He Yan frowned coldly, "What kind of eyes do you have?"

Huai Huai hurriedly stopped him, "Don't be angry, don't be angry."

Yuan Jing looked at Huai Huai, laughed uncontrollably: "You also have today..."

He Yan said nothing, stepped forward and pressed Yuan Jing firmly against the dining table with one hand, and violently tore the clothes under him with the other hand.

Yuan Jing resisted vigorously, his eyes full of hostility.

The two fought to the same place, Yuan Jing lost to He Yan in the end, and was crushed by him not long after.

He Yan tore off a piece of cloth from Yuan Jing's body, tied him behind his back, and was about to take off his pants, but suddenly heard a rattle outside the door.

Someone knocked lightly on the door a few times, from slow to urgent, from light to heavy.

Chunbao's voice was extremely deep, like a whisper,

"Huaihuai, Huaihuai?"

He Yan didn't answer, and stopped his movements, only to realize that it was already light outside.

The knock on the door continued,

"Huaihuai, the mutton soup is ready, open the door quickly."

Chun Bao leaned against the door with a soup pot in his arms, looking outside vigilantly.

The current black and blue is the reason for staying up all night.

"This wool is really hard to pull. I didn't finish until midnight after pulling it. I specially picked a sheep whip for you. Open the door quickly so you can eat it while it's hot."