The fragrance of Tibetan love

As he was walking, he suddenly heard the sound of jingling bells, coming with the wind, lightly drifting away, Ling Qing subconsciously looked around to find the source of the sound, but he didn't see anything, so he couldn't. Notice that Yan Yunlie, who was walking ahead, had already stopped, and when he looked back, it was too late, so he bumped into him.

Yan Yunlie smiled and rubbed his head, "When I first met you, I thought you were very serious, your words and deeds were regular and rigid, but also gentle and calm. It took a long time to realize that you are always reckless at all. It's bumpy, it looks like a cat whose tail has been stepped on after getting angry, it has a bad temper and likes to be rough, it turns out that those who are serious, rigid, and gentle are all pretending."

Ling Qing glared at him fiercely, his hand was held by Yan Yunlie, unable to slap it up, so he had to raise his leg to give him a kick.Who would have thought that Yan Yunlie had already seen through it, he dodged, then laughed, and pushed Ling Qing, who had staggered a few steps, to open a door.

The rather heavy door opened slowly, and with the long creaking sound of the hinges, first a ray of finger-wide light leaked in, and then the light became wider and wider until it illuminated the entire room.

The house has three bays and seven purlins. There are a few vigorous and flamboyant calligraphy hanging on the wall. The floor is covered with camel hair carpets from the Western Regions. It is spacious and spacious. It should be a practice room, but what interests Ling Qing is the wall. All kinds of swords hanging.

Those who practice swords are naturally connected with famous swords.As soon as Ling Qing walked in, he could feel the faint tremors of the ancient famous utensils that had accumulated for a hundred years.

Yan Yunlie stood at the door, with his hands behind his back, watching Ling Qing stop in front of a sword with a smile on his lips, reaching out his hand to touch it from time to time, speechless but seeming to communicate, thinking that his guess was right, Qin Lin is good at using swords, and his sword skills are not bad.

It’s just that for some reason, he just doesn’t want to let himself see what kind of sword he is wrapped under the black cloth, and he has never seen him use a sword in front of him.

At this moment, Ling Qing was standing in front of a long sword with an antique flavor throughout. The hilt and scabbard were made of high-quality rosewood and decorated with jade.

"Fei Jing?" Ling Qing sighed, and unconsciously stretched out his hand to remove the sword from the wall.

Prince Pi of Wei made three hundred swords. The swords are four feet two inches long and weigh ten to five taels a catty. . ("On the Canon")

Didn't expect to see it here.Ling Qing pulled out the sword slowly, the spine of the sword was soaring, the body of the sword was as bright as a mirror, and the cold air was threatening, it was thick and heavy completely different from Gui Meng.

Ling Qing held on to the sword and was about to dance out, but was restrained by Yan Yunlie, who handed him a sword instead, "I think this sword is more suitable for you."

Ling Qing stared intently at the sword in his hand, the sword was pure white with a faint green glow, without a scabbard, without a sharp edge, two fingers wide and three feet long, but it was a jade sword.

"I see that your martial arts are light and elegant. Although you have never seen the black cloth-wrapped sword you carry, it doesn't look like a heavy sword with a wide blade. Don't force it." Said that Fei Jing had been removed from his hand, and returned to the sheath with a clang.

Ling Qing looked at the jade sword that was handed to him, the coolness of the jade passed through his palm, but he was obviously hesitant because of Yan Yunlie's words "don't force it". On top of lightness, it was said that he was comparable to "Splitting the Moon" in the past, but now it is said that he is not suitable for using heavy swords.

Yan Yunlie saw the smile disappearing from Ling Qing's face, thinking that he didn't like the jade sword in his hand, so he said: "Actually, I think there is a sword that suits you very well, but it's a pity that the famous sword already has an owner. "

Ling Qing couldn't help being a little interested, and asked him, "What sword?"

"Return, dream."

The two words startled Ling Qing, and her body trembled involuntarily. She turned her head, but seeing that the expression on Yan Yunlie's face was the same, he thought it was his own overthinking, so he settled down and pretended not to care about anything.

"The Guimeng Sword is as thin as a finger and as thin as a cicada's wing. It is most suitable for your martial arts skills. It's a pity that it belongs to Wanyue Villa. Otherwise, I will definitely find it for you. I want you to be as elegant as you are." Qingjun, it will definitely be easy to use."

Ling Qing lowered his head and smiled secretly, even if the Great Hierarch still has some vision, but at the same time, he felt a little sad... He really is, he can't even remember who Gui Mengjian is in the hands of Wanyue Villa now ...

Ling Qing held the jade sword horizontally in front of her, and slowly wiped the sword with her fingers, "You know, Master Yan, the Guimeng sword is actually a sword that cannot kill people..."

When his father handed him the sword back then, he said to him: "Ling Qing, you have to remember that Guimeng's blade is narrow and thin, and it is a sword that cannot kill people. The way of martial arts is to punish evil and promote good. A person's life depends on you, not on the sword."

"A person with superb swordsmanship can fight against all heroes even with a wooden sword." Yan Yunlie turned around with a smile. An invisible qi was born, which was the trick that Yeyue Archway used to dance with the wind relying on the strength of wine.

Ling Qing blocked the horizontal sword, and the air blown out by Yan Yunlie's palm was split into two strands, passing Ling Qing's side sharply.

Both of them seemed to be in high spirits, Ling Qing's mouth curled up and said, "I've given in!" Then she held the jade sword and turned her wrist, and the autumn wind blowing the leaves forced Yan Yunlie to take two steps back.

As soon as Yan Yunlie stood firm, Ling Qing folded his body lightly, his whole body was almost bent back into a bow shape, and with another stance of an inverted hook, the jade sword almost slashed across Yan Yunlie's face.

Yan Yunlie was forced to retreat to the base of the wall, clearly feeling the provocative intention of the opponent's moves, just like that moonlit night, under the memorial archway, the night flowers were fragrant, the two competed for a pot of 18-year-old daughter Hong, young Qingjun's figure is like a dream, like a dream, unbiasedly touching the deep soft water in the bottom of the center that few people step into.

So some internal energy was poured into his palm, but he was still extremely reserved when making moves.

This is the first time Yan Yunlie has seen Ling Qing use a sword. The white silk long gown flutters lightly as it moves, and the black silk dances together. They were all like flowing water, but the most touching thing was the self-confidence and arrogance that emanated from that person, which made Yan Yunlie feel that it was extremely pleasing to fight against him.

After about dozens of strokes, Ling Qing stepped forward and Qixing turned tightly, but he stabbed diagonally with his sword, without any rules at all.

Yan Yunlie knew that he couldn't hold his breath anymore, and the smooth and light sword momentum was gone, and the man started to chop with the jade sword like a butcher's knife. It's not a big deal if he wants to go on like this, but he just wants to chop If the calligraphy and paintings on the wall are broken, I still have to feel distressed for a while.

Yan Yunlie's hand turned into an eagle's claw and moved towards the sword pointed by Ling Qing. When he was about to pierce it, his finger suddenly stretched out and turned to the side, brushing past the sword. The index finger and middle finger stretched out on Ling Qing's shoulder and tapped. for a moment.

Contest and learn from each other, click to the end.But Ling Qing didn't accept this at all, turned around and slashed upward with a sword, Yan Yunlie used his index finger and middle finger to clamp the sword he stabbed, Ling Qing turned his wrist, and the sword body injected with internal force moved Yan Yunlie shook away, obviously unwilling to give up.

Because he was too unwilling to admit defeat, Yan Yunlie had no choice but to get serious and wanted to end it as soon as possible.Turning around, flipping the palms, he saw the gap between Ling Qing's moves and slapped them.

Ling Qing didn't expect that Yan Yunlie, who was almost joking just now, would make a serious move the next moment. When he felt the chilling aura in the opponent's move, it was too late to react, and he swallowed the palm forcefully. It flew several feet away.

"Qin Lin?" Yan Yunlie was stunned, and at the same time, he raised his body and rushed over. He wanted to make him stop, but that guy was so stupid that he took a slap.The situation at the bottom of the cliff that day quickly flashed through Yan Yunlie's mind, and his heart felt like a stabbing knife for a moment, fearing that he would be injured again.

"Boom!" The heavy object fell to the ground, and Yan Yunlie fell to the ground with Ling Qing in his arms.

"Are you hurt?" Yan Da Hierarch's thoughts were all on the other party, but he didn't expect the other party to start caring about him after being startled for a while.

"The image of Master Yan who is wise and mighty might be lost again..."

"I guess you were specially sent by God to watch me make a fool of yourself!" Yan Yunlie said viciously, lowering his head to kiss him, but Ling Qing turned his head and avoided it.

Yan Yunlie gritted his teeth, pulled out a hand from under his body to pinch his chin, and looked at him steadily, "Why do you always run away? Is there something wrong with me? Or is there something that doesn't suit you? "But I like him very much, so much that I can't let him go.

Under his gaze, Ling Qing felt naked and had nowhere to hide.He was afraid, and he really wanted to escape, because he knew he couldn't bear Yan Yunlie's feelings, and he didn't dare to think about how Yan Yunlie would react when he saw the face under his mask when the truth came out one day and expressions.

"Yan..."

Before the next words could be uttered, Yan Yunlie tapped his lips with his index finger and made a silent movement, "Shh..." Then, charming a pair of dark eyes, he lowered his head and covered his lips with his mouth .

Ling Qing hesitated for a moment, but did not refuse again, but opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to start a chase with Yan Yunlie, searching every inch and every corner, sipping the sweetness in each other's mouths, and finally entangled together.

Yan Yunlie's hands groped around him restlessly, the belt was torn off, the clothes were pulled down to the crook of his arms, and the exposed parts lightly rubbed against the camel wool blanket on the ground, causing little sparks.

Yan Yunlie took off his belt and was about to reach into his pants when Ling Qing suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

"What?" Yan Yunlie was puzzled.

Ling Qing's chest was stained with a layer of peach powder, and the seductive color was slowly spreading up his neck. He looked at Yan Yunlie with wet eyes, and the hand holding him trembled slightly. There are other reasons for working hard.

Ling Qing just looked at him like this, and then said timidly after a while, "Why do you have to do such a thing?" This soft and helpless tone was unexpected, not like his usual style.

Yan Yunlie wanted to laugh a little, "Why?" Then he narrowed his eyes to look at him, with a playful smile on his lips, he broke away from his hand, and lifted his waist a little persistently, while he was stunned. Watching him take off his pants.

"Of course it's because of mutual affection... Doesn't Qin Lin like me?"

Ling Qing was taken aback again.

like……

The question that was asked at the foot of Shijun Mountain, the question that he had deliberately ignored during this period of time, was put in front of him again at this juncture.

I... like Yan Yunlie?

There was no way to escape again, and the situation at this time was imminent, and I was afraid that one word and one action would be out of control, but Ling Qing had no way to give an answer immediately.

It's not that I don't like... If I don't like the person in front of me, I won't half push and half-fulfill the kiss at the foot of Shijun Mountain; if I don't like it, I won't be entangled in whether Yan Yunlie treats me as a pet.

But Ling Qing was still unavoidably shocked. Originally, he thought that he was willing to become a bosom friend with Yan Yunlie, but how could he like it...?

It should have been a love for a certain woman he liked, but it took root and sprouted for a man, and even after a lush dense forest bloomed, he thought that he only had friendship with him as a close friend.

Actually because I like...

The disheveled person lying on the camel hair carpet, his body was as white as water, his chest was dotted with two bright red spots, his broad shoulders and narrow waist were smooth, and he felt the flexibility and firmness unique to martial arts practitioners.

Further down, there are two slender and straight legs, a clump of sparse black hair between the legs, and a good-looking desire is sleeping in it, the whole person looks as clear as water, but burning and charming... It's just those eyes, look I was a little absent-minded, as if my thoughts had flown into the sky.

It was the first time Yan Yunlie saw someone in a daze at this pass, and he couldn't help wondering if he was really being affectionate, but in fact, he was not interested in him at all.

If it was someone else, he would have let go, but he himself would never allow himself to give up!

He leaned down to suck the protrusion on one side of his chest, twisted the tip of his tongue, and pulled lightly with his teeth, which caused him to tremble, and finally brought him back to his senses.The moment he came back to his senses, he seemed to realize that the situation had reached this point, his face exposed outside the mask rubbed against the ground, turning as red as a cooked shrimp.

Yan Yunlie thought his appearance was really interesting, so he smiled and took his avatar with his hands and rubbed it twice, and saw it standing upright tremblingly, with dirty tears streaming down its top, and then dipped his fingers in his body fluids to behind him.

"No!" Ling Qing stretched out his hand to push back, his body tensed up stiffly.

Yan Yunlie raised his head and put a kiss on Ling Qing's lips, "Good boy, I will make you feel comfortable." Gentle words, but on the contrary, there is a slightly strong hand that cannot be resisted, Suppress Ling Qing's remaining struggle and resistance, patiently and meticulously open up that place that has never been violated.

The slender fingers burrowed into a place that he had never thought about, and his hands were suppressed. Ling Qing could only grit his teeth and try his best to ignore the sense of disobedience.But thinking that things have developed so far, some things that were only ambiguous will be revealed, Ling Qing suddenly felt a sense of despair, a burst of sourness welled up his nose, instantly wet his eyes, and even his body couldn't help shaking stand up.

He was afraid, in fear, the answer that was about to be confirmed made him helpless and at a loss.

Why it came out like this?

Yan Yunlie added fingers one by one with his body fluids on them, and observed the opponent's reaction.

This foreplay may be the longest and redundant in Yan Yunlie's life. In the past, there were many people for him to choose, and he always only cared about his own satisfaction.

He likes beautiful beauties, male or female, he likes to see their females lying under his body crying and begging for mercy, and he also likes to pamper and love them... But for this person in front of him, he has the same idea as usual .

He still doesn't know what he looks like, but he is attracted by his personality and temper. He also wants to love him and pet him, but not only that, he knows that he won't cling to him, let alone act coquettishly and beg for favor. Qin Lin and him Those pets in the past were different... Yan Yunlie concluded in his heart.

And in terms of love affairs, it was also the first time that he longed for the love between you and me, wanted to please and satisfy him, and wanted him to get pleasure from it...

"Qin Lin..." Yan Yunlie pulled out his fingers, supported his waist, and pressed his swelling against the slightly opened and closed place, "Qin Lin, would you like to be with me?"

Every day, every night, for a long time, for a lifetime, or...for a lifetime.

I like him, I like him very much, even though he is still a mysterious person, but I can't stop it, the sweet feeling in my heart pours out continuously, penetrates into every strand of my body, in the rushing blood Shouting loudly.

I like it, I like it very much, I like it very much, I like it so much that I want to lock him by my side, so that no one can see his awkward and very cute side, I like it so much that I want to hold his hand and walk through every road in the future , Traveled to every scenery in the future, wait until you see all the vicissitudes of life, and then go to the end of time together.

When a hard and hot object touched there, Ling Qing suddenly broke free from his restraint and got up to leave, but Yan Yunlie grabbed his ankle and pulled him back and pressed him down again.

"Don't run away...Qin Lin, I don't allow you to run away again..." Yan Yunlie murmured in a low voice, sinking down.

Ling Qing's eyes were wide open, and the eyes were filled with water vapor. The thick, hard and hot object under his body slowly entered, pushing away the tunnel little by little, arousing a clear feeling in the senses.The pain that seemed to tear him apart gave him the illusion that the sky was falling apart.

"Don't...Yan Yunlie, don't..." Ling Qing trembled her lips, her voice trembling, "Why do you have to do this?"

The fiery wedge of flesh was buried deep in his body, and he felt as if he was going to burn from inside his body, and the source of that despair...he had already understood it.

I like him...

The moment he was entered, he didn't feel disgusted. Under the intense pain, he hoped that they could get closer to each other, so that he could feel each other more...

I like it, I like it so much...

Yan Yunlie was afraid that he would be in severe pain, so he resisted the urge to pump when he was fully inside, buried in his hot and humid suffocation and remained still, not ecstasy, but more like being tortured.Yan Yunlie endured so much that a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, which wet his temple hair and condensed into drops of water at the ends.He leaned down and brushed his hair back with his fingers.

"Why do you have to do this? Do you really want me to speak so clearly?" The lower waist moved gently, pumping and sending slowly, and the sound of moist water gradually came, charming and obscene, and Yan Yunlie's voice became louder and louder. Low and confusing, "Well, I'll just say it again...Qin Lin, I like you, can you stay by my side?"

Ling Qing's eyes widened even wider, full of disbelief.The slow but powerful rebuttal from below seemed to prove that every word the man said was true.

Ling Qing felt confused, and stretched out his hand to cover his face. What he touched was the slightly cold mask, and under the mask was a face he had never seen before, "But, I..."

Yan Yunlie didn't know what he was afraid of, all he knew was that under the mask was a secret he would never forget to guard even when he was dying, but he had no intention of exploring what it was.She took his hand covering his face, pulled it away, and then hugged him into her arms, face to face, forcing him to meet her gaze.

"If you don't want to, I will never force you." As he spoke, he took the belt from his side and threw it on the ground, and tied it around his eyes.

In the darkness, he was even more sure of his intentions. For Qin Lin, his affection for him was far higher than any of his pets. This was never before. He hoped to be together for the rest of his life, regardless of his appearance. And identity, not purely for love.

Ling Qing saw Yan Yunlie holding the belt and fastening it to his face, and his eyes were covered by himself.

"This seat promises you not to explore the secrets hidden under your mask, but you can't stop this seat from wanting you." Yan Yunlie said slowly word by word, and then leaned over, carefully bit by bit Take off the mask on Ling Qing's face.

The veil on his face was removed, and his field of vision was greatly expanded. Looking at the persistent man in front of him, Ling Qing felt that something in his heart was completely melted.He knew that it was impossible for him to agree to him, he would always leave, and return to Wanyue Villa to return to Ling Qing, but he had no time to care about the future, be it Qin Lin or Ling Qing...

He only knows that he likes the man in front of him, very much, that kind of love has cut through his heart like a knife blade since he understood it, and it hurts his skin and bones, but he has no way to escape or ignore it.

Falling in love with Yan Yunlie... When did it start?

Is it the uncontrollable kiss at the foot of Shijun Mountain?Is it under the moonlit archway, he broke the wine jar and let out the fluttering fireflies?Or earlier?

how early

So Yanyun Lie's handsome and unrestrained figures emerged in my mind... Willow dikes on the river bank, river and lake gatherings, some are just passing by a hasty glance, some are half-graceful looking at each other across the crowd, and some are just a back view , but just such a back, but I can still remember it for so long...

I feel that a certain place that has been firmly imprisoned in my heart has been deeply buried in the bottom of my heart for many years, this taboo, the desire that has been bound for a long time, is being loosened and melted little by little...

"I don't know why, but I always feel that you don't just know what I look like these days."

The so-called deep-rooted love, I didn't realize it until this time. It turns out that I have been thinking about him since the encounter in Guanshan many years ago, and I can't forget it.

That's why I searched for him in the crowd intentionally or unintentionally; that's why I unknowingly wear the clothes he likes and dress up as he likes; After listening to Ling Jun's words, I felt harsh; that's why... I lingered by his side, and cared about who I was in his heart...

He was the person he had been wanting to pay attention to but didn't dare to look at for too long in the past six years. He was the secret love he had unintentionally but intentionally in the past six years.

Why do you like him?

This suave, handsome and unrestrained person is never devoted, this person cares more about appearance than anyone else, and pursues beautiful appearance almost harshly...

The waist was pushed up, Ling Qing shook his head and whimpered, the kind that he tried to suppress but couldn't restrain.Seeing this, Yan Yunlie didn't care anymore, grabbed his waist, and started pumping from bottom to top in this posture.

"Yan...don't, slow down..."

Because of his posture, the other party's hot pestle smashed deeply into his body, as if it was going to pierce him through.

Words can't stop a man's indulgence and loss of control. When he's gentle, he's calm, but when he's violent, he can set off turbulent waves. When he's rascal, he's like a child who hasn't grown up. When he's serious, he's calm and cold.

Ling Qing caught a glimpse of the faded clothes by his side by accident, and the snow-white color made his heart sink suddenly.

"Yan Yunlie...I don't want to..." The following words did not come out.

Yan Yunlie slowed down a bit, "What do you want?"

"I don't want...don't...to be yours..." Ling Qing gritted his teeth, steam filled his eyes, and his chest seemed to be blocked by something.

I don't want to be your pet...

"Qin Lin?" Noticing his silence, Yan Yunlie called him a little uneasy.

Ling Qing raised her head, facing the handsome face of the man in the mist.

I don't want to be your pet, I just like you... just like you...

The man gasped in a low voice and knocked on his eardrums, all his mind was concentrated on the place where he was entered, and gradually lost as the other party pulled away.

The so-called love, is it so?

Ling Qing shook her head, her sweat-soaked hair fell over her shoulders like ink marks.

"Qin Lin... Lin..." Yan Yunlie called him forgetfully, kissing anywhere he could touch, "Lin... I like you..."

Ling Qing had the illusion that it was him who Yan Yunlie was calling.

Ling, I like you... Ling...

I felt soreness in my heart, and I almost exhausted all my strength to hug Yan Yunlie, "Yan Yunlie...call me by my name again..."

"Lin... Lin..."

Even if it was an illusion, he was still satisfied.

Almost frenzied intercourse, only the sound of drowning panting and physical collision echoed in the huge practice room, intertwined with obscenity, only pushing people to the peak of desire.

Just when Ling Qing was forgetting his feelings, there was a sudden sound of jingling and jingling.The person immersed in lust suddenly woke up, "Yan Yunlie, did you... hear any sound?"

Yan Yunlie's movements stopped, "Sound?" He seemed to think about it for a moment, then raised the corner of his mouth, "Yes..." He put his hands on Ling Qing's waist, and pressed the hard and swelling heat buried in his body. The thing was pulled out slowly, and then pushed in hard, there was a humiliating wet sound from the private place, and Ling Qing let out a low cry at the same time.

"Yes, there is also here." Yan Yunlie shyly leaned forward and bit his lips, "You can make nice sounds from above and below."

One sentence gave Ling Qing the urge to kill this shameless guy with his palm, but there was no chance, Yan Yunlie pushed him to the ground, raised his legs and pumped him vigorously.

The waist was forced to be raised so that Ling Qing could see how the opponent's purple and hideous murder weapon entered his body as soon as he lowered his head.Unable to bear such an exciting and embarrassing scene, Ling Qing turned away... This turn made him completely dumbfounded.

There is a person standing beside the rockery in the courtyard outside the door, with a gorgeous appearance, a white dress that is as elegant as flying, and a silver bell tied with a red string around his waist vibrating lightly in the breeze.

jingle bell ─ jingle bell ─

Seeing that he was looking at him, the corner of the other party's mouth curled into a smile, as if everything was understood.

Ling Qing was suffocated in his heart, he couldn't help but tense his body, his acupoints tightened suddenly, causing the person holding his legs to let out a low growl, and suddenly spread his legs apart, leaned down and exerted force After pumping twice, all the hot liquid leaked out in his body.Ling Qing also let out a low cry, and his clone jumped, and the white turbid liquid splashed onto Yan Yunlie's chest and abdomen.

His body was full of limpness and laziness after the release of lust, Ling Qing lost his mind for a moment, and he recovered after lying down for a while, and when he turned his head again, there was no one around the rockery.

Is it your own hallucination?

As soon as she thought this way, her ankle was grabbed suddenly, her body was turned over and lying on the ground, Ling Qing turned her head in puzzlement, and at the same time realized what was the hot and hard thing between her buttocks.

"Yan... um!" Being deeply penetrated in this posture, filled with foreign matter again, Ling Qing buried her face in her arms and moaned.

The soft and moist place is tightly entangled with my desire, as if wrapped in fine silk, and the in and out movements are much smoother due to the injected body fluid.

Yan Yunlie moved his waist slowly, groped to hug Ling Qing, and put his arms around his chest to play with the protrusions on both sides. Although he couldn't see anything, the other party's sob-like moan following his movements was very attractive .

"It's not over yet...don't faint too early..."

Ling Qing was stunned for a moment, and then without even a chance to refute, he was lost by the sudden violent movement behind him.

Ling Qing opened his eyes and found that he was outside, with a winding mountain road in front of him.The branches and leaves beside his ears rustled, the wind blew by, and the clothes on his body were lifted, and the light gauze fluttered, reflecting the whiteness better than the snow.

"Didn't I tell you to wait a while, this place is dirty..."

The man's mellow and deep voice fell on his ears, Ling Qing suddenly turned around, and was facing the man's gentle smiling handsome face, the pampering in his eyes seemed to overflow.

The waist was embraced by the other party, and when Ling Qing was surprised, a clear and moving voice came from the sky.

"Wherever Yan Zuo envoy goes, Ling Jun will also follow him."

This is……?

I saw the man leaning slightly, and tapped his finger on the tip of his nose.

"You are the most annoying!"

Ling Qing's body trembled, isn't this what happened when he and Yan Yunlie first met?

But... shouldn't it be Ling Jun who is in Yan Yunlie's arms?

When he was in doubt, his thoughts turned upside down, and everything around him suddenly disappeared, and Ling Qing realized that he was just dreaming.

I once heard an old man say that what you see in a dream is real...

It turned out that at that time, I was already deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate myself.

His whole body was sore, as if he had fallen apart, and when he fully woke up, he found himself lying on the bed, his body was refreshed and he had changed into a clean undershirt, but he was not in Wanyixuan.

The candlelight flickered in the room, and it was already dark outside the window.

Ling Qing suddenly realized something, and quickly stretched out his hand to touch his face. He didn't know when he lost consciousness, and now that the mask was wearing on his face, he suddenly heard a low, slightly smiling voice from the side.

"Is this seat such an unreliable person?"

Ling Qing raised his head, and saw Yan Yunlie was also wearing a middle coat, but he was also wearing a black robe, sitting at the table, holding something in his hands, and he should have seen his previous actions , then half-sat on the bed at a loss.

It's not that he doesn't believe in Yan Yunlie's character. Although Yan Yunlie does like to play around sometimes, he is also a person who speaks his mind. He was just guilty of his carelessness.But in the blink of an eye, he was depressed again. When will he be able to hide it?

Seeing his silence, Yan Yunlie put down the scroll in his hand, walked to the side of the bed and sat down, hooked Ling Qing into his arms, "Not feeling well?"

Ling Qing wanted to shake his head, but his body was really uncomfortable, he was sore and weak from the waist down, especially the place where he was entered, still had the illusion of being filled with foreign objects.Saying something that will make you comfortable is simply talking nonsense with your eyes open!

Ling Qing forgot that he was secretly thinking that Yan Yunlie was a trustworthy person just a moment ago.

"This is where?"

"Of course it's my room."

As Yan Yunlie said, he tightly wrapped his arms around Ling Qing, put his chin on Ling Qing's head, and seemed to sigh.

"This is the first time I have been so anxious. Those who used to be by my side have always been decided by me with a single sentence, but you are different...

"You are good at martial arts, so you don't need my protection at all. From your clothes, you can see that you have a good family background. I don't know what to give you, and I don't know what to use to keep you.

"The things you were proud of in the past are worthless on your side. I have never tasted such a feeling of frustration. I want to ask for it but can't get it. I really want it. Let me have a headache..."

In a rather serious tone, while Ling Qing was still ignorantly thinking about the second half of his sentence, Yan Yunlie asked him again: "Are you hungry? You haven't woken up yet." At this point, he changed to being indecorous again. She teased, "It doesn't matter if you faint this time, you will get used to it after a few more times in the future."

When the voice fell, he quickly jumped away, and Yan Yunlie narrowly escaped from Ling Qing's fist.

Ling Qing ignored him, lay down again, turned her back, wrapped herself tightly with the quilt, with Yan Yunlie's breath coiled around her nose, trying not to think about what Yan Yunlie said just now , but couldn't help it, the voice echoed in my mind.

"I don't know what to give you, and I don't know what to use to keep you. Those things that I used to be proud of are worthless on your side. I haven't tasted them yet. Such a defeated feeling..."

"I want to ask but can't get it, I want it but can't get it, it really makes me a headache..."

"Yan Yunlie, you have no shortage of pets..." Ling Qing buried himself in the quilt, muffled.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and then Ling Qing heard a rustling sound behind her, and then the candle went out with a puff.

"Yes, there is no shortage of pets in this seat..." Yan Yunlie took off his outer robe and lifted the quilt to get in, "But there is only one person who can hug and fall asleep..." Hugging Ling Qing from behind, " I don’t know how you sleep, but I hope that when I wake up tomorrow morning, I’m not on the ground.”

His strong arms wrapped around his waist, and his chest was pressed against his back. He could clearly feel the ups and downs of his body when he exhaled. The warm breath brushed against his neck. After a while, he heard a slight breath coming from him. Smooth snoring.

Ling Qing's hands were clenched into fists, biting his lower lip, being held in Yan Yunlie's arms, immersed in the breath of the other party, but he couldn't restrain the trembling of his body, whether it was joy or fear, even he could not tell unclear.