sheep hunt

"sorry."

Han Ziling really couldn't bear Feng Yang's direct gaze, lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and his thin red lips became moist all of a sudden.

The beloved hand on the sleeve tightened slightly, Han Ziling slowly closed his eyes, and repeated again: "I'm sorry."

Feng Yang was stunned for real, and then a pain spread across his face, spreading continuously, from his face to the bottom of his heart.

All the strength in his body was sucked out, and he didn't even have the strength to speak anymore.

He lowered his head weakly, buried his face in the hand that was propped up, sighed silently, and took a long time to recover, and asked, "Why?"

Why did you say sorry and why did you reject him?

Is it because he didn't do well there?

What is wrong?

At this moment, Feng Yang suddenly felt that Han Ziling was actually a very cruel murderer, invisible and unarmed, but he was completely wounded...

That question caused Han Ziling to suddenly open his eyes, and his body trembled slightly: "I know, I have treated you too much... I have always enjoyed your kindness to me with peace of mind, but I am so timid that I dare not even respond to you... In fact, I am really timid and cowardly...Gu Yan...Gu Yan was an accident, I and him are due to fate, but, with you...I, actually..."

Han Ziling said a little at a loss, and tried his best to express his meaning.

However, Feng Yang didn't seem to understand what he meant.

Feng Yang's low and hoarse voice came out from the palm of his hand:

"Senior brother—don't say any more...All of that is voluntary...you, go to sleep first, I want to be quiet, to be alone..."

Feng Yang's words were filled with deep sadness.

Han Ziling was slightly taken aback:

"You... Feng Yang, are you sure you understand what I mean?"

Feng Yang lifted his face from the palm of his hand, his eyes were slightly red, and a smile that was almost self-deprecating: "I know... Senior brother will never fall in love with me in this life, right? No need to apologize... No need to apologize, senior brother, This kind of thing is impossible to force.”

Han Ziling opened his eyes wide, frowned, and looked extremely serious last year, he felt that Feng Yang didn't understand what he meant.

He didn't intend to reject Feng Yang at all, he was just... afraid that Feng Yang would care about Gu Yan's existence.

Feng Yang treats him so well, guards him carefully all the time, and is never willing to embarrass him...how could he be willing to refuse such a person?

In the past, she was foolishly willing to look at Huang Yifan alone and ignored Feng Yang, but now, she can no longer do that, and she can no longer lose that rare and precious true love.

Han Ziling's wrist was still in Feng Yang's hand, and he held Feng Yang's arm instead: "No, no, Feng Yang, you misunderstood, it's not what you imagined, I... I don't have a lock, I can't fall in love You, it's just...there is a lone goose, I'm afraid of you..."

Not only afraid that she would mind, but also afraid that Gu Yan would mind.

He is not an overly rigid person, otherwise he would not have bravely admitted his feelings after knowing that he likes Huang Yifan, but... the current situation is indeed somewhat entangled.

Now she is a little envious of those who have wives and concubines, who hug each other from left to right. She doesn't know how to deal with their feelings.

However, his understanding of Gu Yan's feelings was too sudden, which made him unprepared. That incident not only changed him and Gu Yan, but also definitely affected Feng Yang.

No wonder Feng Yang behaved like this tonight.

Han Ziling's words made Feng Yang frowned gradually, with doubts on his face: "Brother, you mean?"

"I don't dislike you, but I'm afraid that you would mind the existence of Gu Yan. I know that I am very selfish in this matter. I am still confused whether I should be greedy..."

"Brother!"

Feng Yang seemed to be on fire all of a sudden, he let go of his supporting hand, and tightly held Han Ziling's: "I don't care about your greed."

Feng Yang's eyes gradually lit up, as if stars had fallen into them, and he even stood up excitedly: "I don't care... It's like I knew that senior brother has someone else in his heart, but I still love senior brother deeply."

Han Ziling's heart trembled, his eyes lowered, and the long eyelashes concealed the emotion in his eyes.

He shook Feng Yang's hand back:

"That's... that's good..."

Feng Yang followed Han Ziling's hand and pulled him towards him. With the stone table in between, Han Ziling's body leaned forward unsuitably. He struggled, but he didn't break away. Leaped to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

Everything happened so fast, when Han Ziling was on the osmanthus tree, almost his whole body was in Feng Yang's arms.

"Brother..."

Sighing, Feng Yang hugged the person in his arms tightly.

At this moment, he is satisfied.

He didn't care about anything, all along, what he wanted was a heart.

Everything else is not important, as long as his senior brother has him in his heart.

Hugging Han Ziling quietly, Feng Yang closed his eyes, letting the night wind blow slightly.

In the darkness, the man in the silver wheelchair looked at the two people on the osmanthus tree, his eyes flashed with strange emotions, but he was not angry, a trace of helplessness quietly rose between his brows, and then he was relieved.

First come first.

He understands this rule.

Moreover, over the years, not only Han Ziling knew Gu Yan's feelings for Han Ziling, but he also knew it.He, an outsider, is optimistic about Feng Yang's feelings for Han Ziling, and it is understandable that Han Ziling is moved by Feng Yang's persistence.

He won't deny Feng Yang just because he has such an awkward position with Feng Yang.

Besides, Feng Yang doesn't even care about his existence, how can he care about Feng Yang's existence?

If he cares about it, isn't he deliberately making things difficult for Han Ziling?In that case, it will definitely destroy the relationship between them...

And... what he wanted was Han Ziling to be by his side.

As long as Han Ziling is always by his side, that's enough.

...

Feng Yang's outburst tonight cannot be said to have nothing to do with his drinking so much.

Holding the one I love and loves me in my arms, my heart is very excited, the blood in my body seems to be boiling, every cell is extremely excited.

Even the cool and gentle night wind could not dissipate the burning heat in his heart.

Hai Zhong's body was obediently allowed to be held by him, as if it was born in his arms.

After hugging for a long time, each other's body temperature has been transmitted to each other.

The temperature of the body not only will not go down, but will continue to rise, Feng Yang holds the hand around Han Ziling's waist, and slowly starts to move.

Han Ziling closed his eyes half-closed, feeling drowsy.

Feng Yang wanted to hug him, so he let him hug him, not realizing how delicate the situation was at this moment.

A warm kiss spread from the black hair on the top of the head, Feng Yang bit Han Ziling's hairband with his teeth, and the next moment, the long black hair poured down instantly, covering Han Ziling's face.

It made his already pale skin even fairer.

Han Ziling rubbed his head slightly against Feng Yang's arms, brushing away those hairs that made him itchy.

The hand that climbed up from the waist gently pinched Han Ziling's jaw.

Han Ziling opened his eyes in a daze:

"Huh? Mmm..."

As soon as he made a little sound, his wet lips were blocked by Feng Yang.

Han Ziling's eyes closed again, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he did not resist.

Laissez-faire, connivance, is also sinking.

It's been decided anyway, isn't it?

The slender hands peeled off the clothes on his chest during the kiss, and the white and delicate chest was exposed to the air, and the cool wind was blowing, making it a little cold.

Han Ziling shrank slightly, and when Feng Yang licked his lips lightly, he struggled to say: "...cold..."

Feng Yang's fiery hands covered his bare chest, and his low voice contained unmistakable lust: "Hey, brother, you won't be cold soon..."

The fingers nimbly penetrated into the robe, caressing the slippery skin of the fingers, more and more of the robe was slowly removed, and the belt was also removed, hanging down from the trunk of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, blown by the wind. Floating, forming a shadow on the ground.

A vague sweet moan fluttered slightly in the wind, and once he understood his mind, he had no scruples.

Facing the long-awaited mad body, it is strange that Feng Yang can bear it.

Besides, he drank alcohol.

Although he was not in a state of drunkenness, when he mingled with Han Ziling's lips and tongue, he also made Han Ziling dizzy.

Moreover, love is also a kind of wine, in the heart, the more it brews, the heavier it becomes.

So Han Ziling didn't stop him, even if he wanted to do what he wanted to do, even if he knew it wasn't suitable for him here, he still didn't stop him.

Let Feng Yang's lips, tongue and fingers touch every inch of skin.

Black hair hung down from the two of them, and also from the trunk of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, floating and tangled together.

The pain of being entered made Fengyang's lips and tongue stuck in his throat, Han Ziling's knuckles were slightly white, and he grabbed Fengyang's clothes that hadn't completely taken off, feeling a little resentful in his heart, why he was stripped naked, but Fengyang's body was almost In good condition, only the hem of the clothes is lifted up...

It's very unfair... It made him feel like he was being played with.

but…

Consciousness gradually disappeared in Feng Yang's gentle movements and kisses, Han Ziling sighed in his heart, he seemed powerless to resist...