Tigers ban coveting

"No floor-to-ceiling mirror... no." Duan Wuxin refused with a blushing face, and felt quite ashamed just thinking about that pose.

Ling Junhan rested his chin on his shoulder, pressed down, and said, "But the first time we were in front of the mirror in the bathroom, did you forget?"

Duan Wuxin turned her head and stared at him, "It was different that time, and the mirror was so small, and it didn't cover the whole body, only the face could be seen clearly."

Just from that small mirror, one can clearly see the overlapping and undulating shoulders of the two of them in lustful demeanor.

If the whole body... the details are clear, Duan Wuxin dare not think about it.

He jumped up from Ling Junhan's body, quickly hid to the side, stared at people disdainfully, and emphasized again: "No, you can't pretend, you really did this, I will turn my face."

"Okay, don't pretend for now, anyway, my injury is still not healed, so I won't need it for a while."

Ling Junhan ignored him, just lowered his head and smiled, took the communicator and clicked on the picture to enlarge the details.

While admiring it, he commented: "This painter is really a fan, even painted the red mole on your neck, so carefully."

In fact, it is not a red mole, it is the trace left by the long-term superposition of the needle hole of the previous beast soul plan injection, and after a long period of time, it becomes a red spot.

It's just a small one hanging around the neck, which is very eye-catching.

Duan Wuxin sighed in a daze, touched his neck, and said to himself why your focus is so strange.

He looked at the picture and slowly moved down, blocked the screen a little bit shyly, and said in a low voice, "Don't look... Have you seen this picture before? Why don't you pretend to be a wolf with a big tail, you liar."

"Well, I just teased you. I set up your dynamic reminder, although I deleted it in seconds, I was caught." Ling Junhan looked at him halfway, and finally revealed the truth.

He glanced at his lips, meaning: "You still want to frame me, tell me, how are you going to deal with it?"

Having been turned upside down, Duan Wuxin bluffed: "Of course, I will punish you to kneel down."

"I didn't do anything wrong, you still have to punish me, Duan Wuxin, I've grown up." Ling Junhan looked at him meaningfully, his lips moved slightly: "You still owe me a punishment, when I recover from my injury, how about Implement it?"

Duan Wuxin: "..."

Why dig a hole for yourself, isn't this courting death?

He raised his eyelids, changed the subject forcibly, and ordered: "Go and take a shower quickly, your clothes are stained with that wet carpet, and you smell bad."

"You still despise me, and I don't know who takes a bath to sleep in and get wet." The topic was interrupted, Ling Junhan got up speechlessly, and went straight into the bathroom.

Originally, there were too many bruises on his body, and it was inconvenient to take a shower by himself, but he was afraid that Duan Wuxin's hands and feet would help arouse the fire, so he simply gave up.

He carefully avoided the wound, wiped it with a wet towel, and after a brief rinse, he wrapped himself in a towel and went out.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a furry group rushing towards him ferociously, hugging his leg tightly.

"What are you doing again? Why did you change back?" Ling Junhan moved his calf, not willing to kick him away, letting him hold him.

It's just white fluff sweeping on the skin, shaking with the wind, itching.

Duan Wuxin shook his tail, turned over on his back, rolled half a circle on the ground, and said with a very cautious scientific attitude: "Do you have barbs?"

He was just bored, so he lay on the bed and studied by himself for a long time. The tiger claws had too much fluff, and he didn't feel much when holding them.

"I said don't provoke me, are you trying to provoke me?" Ling Junhan bent down, caught off guard and pinched it.

But before he could move, a scar was scratched on his thumb.

The sharp thorns pierced into the flesh, causing severe pain.

The curator is right, it is quite ruthless, harder than a tongue.

Duan Wuxin stuck out his tongue, stared at his bleeding fingers, and said with great pride: "Ah, I'm so fierce, I'm indeed a beast in the forest!"

"Yes, you are the fiercest, no one can beat you." Ling Junhan replied following his intention, lowered his head and twirled his fingertips to wipe off the drop of blood, and lay down lazily on the bed.

He glanced at the little white tiger and warned, "Don't make trouble, I don't have time to play with you today."

"Is there no time, or can't you?" Duan Wuxin jumped onto the bed with a stride, swept his abdomen with his tail, and said provocatively: "I know you are injured and can't move, I will come, I will come."

Being provoked to the bottom line, Ling Junhan looked at him suspiciously, and suddenly laughed, "The inhibitor has failed, do you want it?"

The content was too straightforward, which made the little white tiger who had never seen the world suddenly blush again.

"No, I added another one yesterday. Not to mention, that inhibitor is quite easy to use. However, I just saw Dad's list and suddenly got an idea, and I want to enjoy the feeling of being in control." Duan Wuxin drooped The round tiger head stretched out with round tiger claws opening and closing.

Ling Junhan touched the wound on his body with his hand, and a thin layer of blood scab appeared in some places.

It is estimated that if you move it a little, it will tear.

He held the little white tiger's neck, covered it with a quilt, and prevented him from moving.

"Change back and sleep well."

"I don't! I want to enjoy it! The feeling of being in control!" Duan Wuxin spoke in a cadenced tone, provocatively taking advantage of being injured.

Ling Junhan was enraged, and suddenly lifted the quilt, quickly pressed the button on his chest, turning the person back into a human form, then tore off the expensive chain and threw it a few meters away.

Then he hugged the person on his waist and sat astride, a series of movements were completed in one go.

"Isn't that very expensive, you just throw it away!" Duan Wuxin was so distressed that she turned her head and wanted to reach out to pick it up, but her leg was pinned down and she couldn't move.

Ling Junhan stretched out his hand and patted his buttocks, and said lazily, "If you want to control it, fine, move it yourself."

Duan Wuxin: "?"

I have never been involved in this field. What do you mean by this?

He stared at Ling Junhan's straight eyes, feeling a little apprehensive.

Quietly, I wanted to sneak back my feet, "Okay, I'm out of control, can I sleep?"

Ling Junhan refused: "No."

Duan Wuxin patted him on the head, and taught him a lesson: "You haven't recovered from your injury, don't make trouble."

Ling Junhan said, "I didn't make trouble with you."

Duan Wuxin was dazed, Ling Junhan had already pulled his collar, pressed the back of his neck, and kissed him tenderly.

I didn't plan to do anything at first, but the kid insisted on lighting the fire, which is simply uneducated.

Since going to Gray Haven, except for kissing, the two haven't been very close. When they meet here, it's easy to be in love with each other.

Duan Wuxin quickly softened his waist, his eyelashes fluttered, and he buried himself in the person's arms and panted softly.

Because the rift of that desire has been opened, and the taste of the marrow is known, and the army is defeated.

His ankles are pulled forcefully, pushed out to the sides, wide open.

Ling Junhan raised his head, lowered his lips little by little, grasping the slightly protruding Adam's apple, sucking and licking fondly.

"...It's itchy." Duan Wuxin felt a suffocation and tingling pleasure, and slowly let go of the fingers that were holding onto the towel.

He is not an opponent at all, and can only surrender with a white flag at this moment.

Mingming had the idea of ​​playing a prank at the beginning, but in the end he became the one being played tricks on.

He was opened and inserted, his slender waist was controlled to rise and fall, and his tightly closed lips could not suppress the sound.

"I don't want to do this, let me down." Duan Wuxin begged for mercy intermittently, he raised his eyes to look at the crystal chandelier hanging on the top, feeling that the light gradually dispersed into one piece, like the nebula he had seen countless times, it was dazzlingly beautiful.

I wanted to say more, but was completely suppressed by the raging and intense tide, and my voice stopped abruptly.

Ling Junhan licked the corner of his mouth and teased him with a bad tone, "Don't you want to control? How do you feel now?"

"I feel... just want to die." Duan Wuxin's eyes were red, and her back tilted back, almost stretched into a beautiful straight line.

He was almost about to lose his fulcrum, but luckily those big palms kept grabbing his waist, leaving finger marks recklessly.

From Ling Junhan's enthusiastic pupils, it is easy to see a disheveled and almost naked self.

Too crazy and too exciting.

Duan Wuxin's head was full of messy thoughts, overlapping and chaotic.

This person was obviously seriously injured, how could he play so many tricks?

The light is so big and round, and the moon outside looks very bright, why didn't you turn off the light before?It's embarrassing.

What's the difference between doing this kind of thing in the wedding room and rounding it up, and the wedding night?

It's been a long time, it's not over yet, I feel like my skin is getting worn out...

Duan Wuxin lowered her head and kissed him flatteringly, begging in a low voice: "Change to another...I'm out of strength."

He stared at people with wet eyes, showing weakness, which made people feel soft.

"Hold me tight." Ling Junhan hooked his waist and stood up neatly, walking forward slowly.

Duan Wuxin reacted slowly and raised his hand to tighten his neck, feeling that every cell in his body was being controlled, and even his breathing was completely deprived.

He tucked his toes in, his whole body tensed, and the few steps felt like hell.After finally pressing his back against the cold wall, he realized that he was pressed against that fairly flat white wall.

His back was cold and his chest was hot.

He licked his wet lower lip, stared at Ling Junhan's wound that was a little cracked, and pressed his shoulder to keep him from moving.

He murmured in a low voice, "It's bleeding...do you want to bandage it up?"

"Leave it alone." Ling Junhan hugged the person with one hand and fixed it, and wiped the wound with his right hand casually, with a little fresh blood on his fingertips, and wiped it on Duan Wuxin's right face like a prank.

A bright red mark was drawn on the fingertips and printed on the cheek.

He stopped his movements and stared at the beautiful young man, whose almost transparent skin almost blended with the color of the white wall.

But it's a little different, there are mottled hickey marks everywhere, as if red ink was randomly dropped on the rice paper, and it naturally becomes a freehand beauty.

In addition, there is a thin drop of sweat on the shoulders and neck, slowly sliding to the depths.

So pretty and so alluring.

Duan Wuxin gently touched his wound, and asked with some distress: "Is there really no need to bandage it?"

"No need." Ling Junhan replied in a calm voice.

At this moment, there are more important things.

Duan Wuxin lowered her eyelashes slightly, sticking out her tongue to lick the open wound on his shoulder, like a beast comforting a wounded lover.

Ling Junhan's whole body tensed instantly, and he raised his head to block the bright red lips fiercely, unable to control it anymore.

Beat all the turbulent waves wave after wave, and then carefully kiss away the tears overflowing from being bullied by him.

Duan Wuxin was surrounded by Ling Junhan's aura, thinking chaotically: So there really is such a contradictory love.

Gentleness and violence, respect and possession have always been able to coexist. .