Basilisk

By the time Qiuying came to her senses, she had already returned to her room, her stomach was empty, and she hadn't eaten anything at all just now.

Thinking of Qiuming's neglect from the beginning to the end, a fire burst out in my heart, and then the fire went out by itself, and I only felt empty and cold in my body.

Lying on the bed in a daze, Qiuying just couldn't understand why Qiuming hated him so much?

Did you do anything to make him hate it so much?

From the time Qiuying remembers her, she has been inseparable from Qiuming. Until she leaves home, she and Qiuming share a room, a bed, and a quilt in winter.

Could it be... is it because he is pestering him so much that he is annoyed?

That's not right, Qiuyuan was also very obsessed with Qiuming at that time, and he wasn't angry either.

Thinking of when she just left home, she couldn't sleep at night, and she couldn't find the person who appeared in her sight during the day, as if there was nothing at once, Qiuying didn't even know what she was going to do.

He raised his hand and touched the smooth right cheek, as if he could still feel the pain from his slap at that time, it was swollen for more than ten days.

Qiuming didn't talk much and was indifferent to him, but he still treated him well occasionally, otherwise he wouldn't have knelt down and begged his father and dad not to separate them.

Qiuying sat up abruptly, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

That is, before Qiumen said that he hated him at all. Qiumen didn't like to talk, but at night when it was just the two of them, he would talk to him, say... would say...

Qiuyuan is a girl, different from you, so don't bully her all the time.

At that time, Qiuming's voice was still hoarse, but he was close, and his breath was sprayed on his face, and his tone was much better than the cold appearance during the day.

Therefore, he once thought that Qiuming also liked him, but he was not good at expressing it...

The more Qiuying thought about it, the more wronged she became. This kind of grievance has been washed away by time and has not happened for many years. After seeing Qiuming again, it flooded again.

Qiuying's nose was sore, and she thought bitterly, if you hate it, then hate it, it's better to hate it a little more!

Qiuying is the master's closed disciple. Except for the first few months when he went up to the mountain, he was more serious than the other brothers in his studies. He is naturally talented, and he has learned 16% of the master's kung fu at the age of [-].

Of course, he is still far behind in something like internal strength that takes time to practice, but it should be about the same for Qiumen.

By the way, if Qiumen didn't let him have a good time, he would beat him up!

Hehe, when it gets dark, sneak into Qiumen's room and attack him!hit him!

I don't know if Qiuming's unchanging face will cry miserably and beg for mercy.

Qiuying fell into her fantasy, the more she thought about it, the happier she became, and she fell asleep unconsciously.

When I opened my eyes, it was already dark.

I don't know what time it is, Qiuying wiped the saliva that accidentally flowed out, and slipped out quietly according to the plan.

According to the rules in the palace, the night lights must never be extinguished when they are always on, which also facilitates Qiuying's actions.

Demonstrators were not allowed to enter the inner palace, and occasionally encountered one or two palace people dozing off at night, but Qiuying easily dodged them.

Next door is Qiu Xiaobai's room, and beyond that is Qiuming's room.

When passing by Qiu Xiaobai's room, Qiuying stopped for some reason, and when she approached, she found that the door was not closed tightly.

Feeling a little strange in his heart, he slipped in lightly.

Qiu Xiaobai hasn't slept yet and can hear him talking, but it's so late, who is he talking to?

"...Okay, I won't go."

Hearing that familiar voice made Qiuying's movements stiff. What was Qiuming doing in Qiu Xiaobai's room?

Thinking of this, Qiuying hid beside the screen and looked at the bed.

Qiu Xiaobai was able to lie on the bed with his eyes slightly closed, apparently about to fall asleep.

Qiuming sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Qiu Xiaobai's face without blinking, and after his breathing became longer, Qiuming slowly lowered his body.

Qiuying's eyes widened, and the bad feeling in her heart became more and more intense, and then he watched Qiuming's head lower and lower until their faces were close together.

Qiuying's hair was dizzy, and her almost unsteady body swayed for a while, hitting the screen beside her.

Qiuming immediately raised his head to look, and his eyes, which had never been disturbed by waves, were bright and shone with an unknown luster.

"What are you doing..." Qiuying's voice was not loud, God knows he just said these words almost with strength.

The luster of Qiuming's eyes faded, and he put Qiu Xiaobai's hand, which he had been holding, back into the quilt with a blank face, carefully tucked the corners of the quilt for him, stood up as if nothing had happened, and walked past Qiuying.

Did he still intend to ignore him until now? Qiuying felt as if someone had inserted a cold sword into her body. Apart from knowing the pain, her hands and feet were also trembling from the cold.

After Qiuming came out from Qiu Xiaobai's place, he went back to his room directly, and Qiuying knocked open the door that was closed at will.

He grabbed Qiuming's skirt with trembling hands, "Are you crazy, are you crazy, are you crazy!"

Qiumen's eyes were still calm and unpolished, and he didn't say a word.

"He is your brother!"

"so what?"

Qiuying has always been very sensitive to Qiuming's voice. I don't know if it is because he seldom speaks. In the past, Qiuying always looked forward to hearing his voice. In the past nine years, she could only hear it in her dreams and memories. I never thought I would feel this moment, fear!

"You're crazy, you crazy..." Qiuying let go of Qiuming's hand, gnashing her teeth, "I won't let you succeed, I'll tell him, tell my father."

Qiuming adjusted his scratched and wrinkled clothes, and when he raised his head again, his eyes changed.

Qiuying didn't expect him to attack suddenly, she was unprepared for a while, Qiuming rushed to him, and then was pushed down on the table after a whirlwind.

Qiuming laughed suddenly, before reaching the bottom of his eyes, it was piercingly cold, and before Qiuying noticed, it flashed between his legs.

Qiuying wanted to struggle, but as soon as he moved, Qiuming suddenly pushed him hard.

Qiuying was not uninformed either, he was very clear about the circumstances under which she acted like that, and immediately blushed.

He struggled again, but not only couldn't he struggle, but Qiumen's rebuttal became even more forceful.

"You, what are you doing!"

Feeling something hardening against her back, Qiuying's red apple-like face suddenly turned pale.

Qiuming smiled, a smile Qiuying had never seen before, cold and evil, "If you tell him, I will do this to him."

"You...you...father..."

"Father can't stop me." Qiuming suddenly thought of something, "Why don't I just go to the little white room now, and even my father can't help it."

Qiuming said that she really let go of Qiuying. Just as her strong body was about to leave, Qiuying immediately stretched out her arms and wrapped her legs tightly around Qiuming's waist, "No! No!"

Qiuming didn't care about Qiuying being entangled with him, and insisted on walking aside.

"No, no, you can't do that!"

Qiuming didn't even look at Qiuying. Qiuying's movements made him walk slower, but he didn't stop.

He's going to find the fourth child, he's going to do that kind of thing with the fourth child.

Qiuying didn't know what she was thinking, but when she came back to her senses, he had already embraced Qiuming's head with both hands and kissed it.

Qiu Ming was obviously surprised, and the movement of leaving also stopped. Seeing Qiu Ying's face so close, she forgot to close her mouth for a moment, Qiu Ying immediately got in, wrapped her tongue around him, and entangled him together.

Qiuming never responded to Qiuying. Qiuying almost tried her best to tease Qiuming, but after a while, Qiuming started to move again.

Qiuying's legs wrapped around his waist gradually lost strength, and Qiuying's heart was throbbing with pain.

He's already like this, can't he change it...

Qiuming finally pushed Qiuying away, but Qiuying stopped struggling and was pushed away immediately.

Qiuying thought she would fall to the ground, but what greeted him was softness.

Qiuying looked around, it turned out that he was not thrown to the ground, but on the bed.

The hairpin was pulled out by Qiuming at some point, and her black hair was scattered on her shoulders. Qiuying looked up at Qiuming.

Qiuming stood by the bed and took off his clothes, and soon he jumped onto the bed with his upper body naked.

Qiuying's mind was in a mess, her heart was beating fast, she didn't know what she was doing or what to do, her eyes never left Qiuming after she showed her strong chest.

Qiuming's body was brown and slightly black. Under the candlelight, one could see scars that were thick or thin, deep or shallow, new or old, full of scars, and almost no intact skin.

How could he suffer so many injuries?

Qiuming climbed onto the bed, without giving Qiuying a chance to speak, her lips were pressed down without warning.

The stormy plunder was completely opposite to the wooden man's reaction just now. Qiumen's kiss was domineering and rude, not giving him a chance to breathe, just like a beast that has been hungry for a long time when it sees food.

Qiuying soon couldn't take it anymore, the lack of air caused his lungs to burn, until he didn't even have the strength to push back, Qiuying even felt that she was going to die.

The air returned to her body, Qiuying's eyes were blurred with tears and she couldn't see clearly, she could only cough and gasp for air.

"Isn't it the first time?"

At some point, Qiuying's clothes had been stripped clean, and her legs had been opened wide, but his air-deprived brain hadn't had time to think.

Qiuming inserted two fingers in one gulp.

"Ah!!" When had Qiuying ever been treated like this, the only spanking she ever endured was Qiuming's slap when she was seven years old. "No...don't...uh..."

"Here, how many men go in?"

Qiuying shook her head wildly, he wanted to struggle, but Qiuming's strength was too much for him, the poor man had completely forgotten about internal strength.

Qiuming roughly expanded inside, the discomfort of being inserted, and the shame of being humiliated almost made Qiuying collapse.

"Please...don't...brother...don't..."

Qiuming suddenly snorted coldly, "I'm not your brother."

These words floated through Qiuying's confused mind, her body froze suddenly, and even her crying stopped.

Qiuying covered her eyes with her hands, letting the tears flow wildly.

He, did he hate him so much...

Impatiently, Qiuming forced his hand to open and pressed it on top of her head. Qiuying bit her lip ugly until she tasted blood.

Qiuming snorted coldly, lowered his head and bit his bleeding lips hard, without any tenderness.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Qiuming kicked his legs to the widest possible extent, every time he entered it seemed to be inserted to the deepest point, Qiuying's sobs came out from the gap between their lips.

In the end, Qiumen lost the energy to even kiss, panting heavily, the brown body pressed against the white body, entangled to the utmost.

Blood became the best lubricant. Fenju, who had never been inside Qiuying's body, was tortured and bloody, but it made it easier for Qiuming to thrust.

Qiuying was already numb from the pain, the discomfort that her internal organs seemed to be pushed out, and the humiliation of her body being opened made his already red and swollen eyes continue to shed tears.

He is a substitute.

Therefore, there is no need for him to be gentle with him.

I don't know how long it has passed, Qiuming pushes hard again, and streams of hot essence are released from Qiuying's body, as if his body is going into convulsions uncontrollably.

After venting, Qiuming immediately pulled out his avatar. He glanced at Qiuying's penis, which had never been excited from the beginning, and finally said nothing.

He heard the door open and close again.

Qiuying lay on the bed, once again burst into tears that could not be suppressed.