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Seeing him nodding, Rick let out the breath that Rick was holding.

The touch of his hands is soft and moist. Ye Linyun has never practiced martial arts, so there is no callus on his hands. His fingers are long and slender with almost no joints, like green onions.

Ever since he said he was going to leave, his young master had become sentimental. After spending so long together, it was only during this time that he really felt that this person really cared about him.

With a bang, the door was pushed open, Rick woke up suddenly, turned his head angrily, it was Long Dingchuan who came.

Rick stood up straight, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together by his sides, nails dug into his flesh, and whispered, "Castle Master."

Long Dingchuan's murderous intent flashed past, and he looked at him indifferently: "Go out."

Rick didn't move or speak.

"Don't make me say it a second time." The voice was even colder, as if the wind in the netherworld was blowing.

Rick shuddered, relaxed his fists, and bowed to salute: "Yes."

When passing by his side, he stopped again and said quietly: "Thank you, the castle master, for taking care of me for half a year. I will stay away tomorrow. Thank you here. The mountain is high and the water is long, and I hope to see you again."

Long Dingchuan grimaced and snorted.

After Rick went out, Long Dingchuan strode towards the bed. The person on the bed lay quietly, without talking nonsense, motionless, with his mouth tightly closed, and he didn't know how much he drank.

Today, there was a disturbance by refugees. When the official road passed through a village, they clashed with local villagers, resulting in two deaths. The three of them have been dealing with this matter for the past two days. Knowing that he is entertaining Rick tonight, they are in a hurry. Just came back.

Still didn't have time, let Rick take advantage of it, knowing that nothing happened, but seeing him getting close to Ye Linyun, he really wanted to kill him.

He never knew that a person who could not be called an opponent at all could affect his emotions.

Sighing, the person on the bed slept soundly without knowing it.

He once told him righteously that if he had a new relationship, he could propose a breakup. Did it make him worry about gains and losses, and even... feel old.

"water……"

Ye Linyun turned her head again, licking the corners of her lips.

Long Dingchuan bent down suddenly, propped his hands on the side of the bed, lingering on his lips, if his eyes could eat people, the people under him would have been ripped apart and eaten.

The hot and humid breath at the end of the nose disturbed Ye Linyun, he half-opened his eyes hazily, and grinned: "Cousin, are you back?" With a move of both hands, he directly hugged his neck and pulled it down, and said in a soft voice, "Hold him!" Hug." A gesture of dependence and trust.

Long Dingchuan furrowed his brows, carefully laid his body on him, lowered his head, approached him, and said with a sigh, "Why do you drink so much? Are you thirsty?"

The whispering voice flowed between the lips of the two, Ye Linyun pushed down his hand again, laying his head on the pillow, and finally he was able to kiss him effortlessly, then his lips stuck together, and he stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick again , said softly: "Thirsty."

After saying this sentence, the tip of her tongue tapped his teeth lightly, as if there was a clear spring on his lips, sucking it back and forth, luring his lips and tongue.

The bouquet is long and intoxicating.

Long Dingchuan opened his eyes, watching his eyelashes flutter like butterfly wings gently, his face was intoxicated and blurred, the little hands on the back of his neck were soft and tender, such a delicate and dissolute posture was completely natural.

Long Dingchuan breathed heavily, lay down on one side according to his posture, pulled back Ye Linyun's body to face him, his lips and tongue kept teasing, and his voice was hoarse: "Cousin, give you some water, be good, open your mouth. "