Revlon

The incense burner was placed by Qi Chen in Xiaoyue's room, but the incense... Xiaoyue felt very strange.

The sunlight pierced through the glass of the window, casting mottled shadows in the room. Fang Yuwu smiled gently and pointed to the chair next to him.

Xiao Yue opened his mouth slightly, but for a moment he didn't know what to say, so he could only move slowly, thinking about what to say while walking.

Fang Yuwu brought incense and a jug of sake, and the mercury splashed in the cup refracted the dancing light. For a moment, Xiaoyue felt that Fang Yuwu was no different from what he was in Mount Tajiu.

In fact, it is no different.

The only difference is position and time.

Xiaoyue was very clear about Fang Yuwu's purpose of appearing here, but he really had nothing to say except to ask the question knowingly.

He sat down slowly at the table, the permeating fragrance made Xiaoyue feel a little tight in his chest: "Fang Hou Ye, why are you in my room?"

Fang Yuwu flicked the wine stains on his fingertips, his eyebrows and eyes frowned, and the familiar half-smile was still there: "I came to see you, are you not happy to see me?"

Xiao Yue looked at him, not knowing whether to nod or shake his head.

This room is just a wall away from the outer hall. Fang Yuwu probably heard the conversation he had with Qi Delong just now. With Fang Yuwu's shrewdness, he should already know Xiaoyue...

Xiaoyue's train of thought was interrupted, he really couldn't ignore this strong fragrance.

Looking at Fang Yuwu, he seemed completely unaffected, and enjoyed the wine while shaking his fan.

Xiaoyue's breathing became heavier and his throat became more and more dry, but Fang Yuwu didn't want to share a glass of wine with him.

The room was too quiet, Xiaoyue's breathing sound became clear and audible, Fang Yuwu suddenly looked at him: "The gate of Shentonghou's Mansion is covered with spider webs, you only let Chu Yu come to you for help, I am so disappointed gone."

Fang Yuwu raised his head and drank a cup, Xiaoyue's eyes fell on his Adam's apple, and he made a swallowing movement.

Fang Yuwu's voice was sometimes amplified and sometimes shrunk in his mind, Xiaoyue felt a little hot, and the feeling of dry mouth made him unconsciously lick his lips in Fang Yuwu's sight.

Fang Yuwu took every trace of his reaction into his eyes, and his smile became more and more ambiguous: "Xiao Yue, it's fine if you don't come to see me, but you take advantage of me and want to cross the river and demolish the bridge, I'm so sad gone."

Xiaoyue realized that the heat did not come from the air, but an inexplicable heat. He looked at Fang Yuwu with distracted eyes, and said hoarsely, "You... heard everything?"

Fang Yuwu hummed, nodded and said, "I heard everything, verbatim."

Xiaoyue tried hard to keep calm, and the sweaty palms hidden under the table firmly grasped the hem of his clothes: "So..."

Fang Yuwu put away the folding fan and leaned forward: "So do you think I can let you out of this door?"

"Master Hou..." Xiaoyue's mind had already started to go berserk, his eyes uncontrollably glanced into Fang Yuwu's neckline, and he shook his head vigorously, but it didn't help at all.

Fang Yuwu was not close to him, but Fang Yuwu's deep voice seemed to have a terrible reaction with the incense in the air, and it became a deafening breath in Xiaoyue's ears.

Fang Yuwu: "It's okay, Xiaoyue, you can forgive me for anything you do, give me the things, please?"

thing? ?what? ?

Xiaoyue vaguely remembered what Fang Yuwu was referring to, and shook his head vaguely: "No...no."

You can't give it to him, and you can't give it to the art of controlling soldiers... Otherwise, it will be useless to sue before the Holy One.

Fang Yuwu's eyes were like sharp hooks, he kept looking at Xiaoyue's flushed face and neck: "I have spent a lot of effort in the Tai Chi Hall to rescue your Qi Chen, but I never thought that I would come back from here to see you." Xiaoyue, who is not a liar, also lied to this Marquis, this Marquis is really heartbroken..."

Fang Yuwu was still talking, Xiaoyue couldn't grasp those messy words at all, he kept shaking his head slowly, the heat in his lower abdomen flowed slowly, and his whole lower body was slightly numb.

this... this feeling...

Xiao Yue's eyes were red: "What kind of incense is this?"

Fang Yuwu picked up the smoking incense burner, shook it lightly, and said with a smile, "You mean that?"

Xiaoyue's body was being overwhelmed by strange feelings, and he couldn't help looking at Fang Yuwu's red lips and dreaming.

He closed his hot eyelids, trying to stop this behavior.

Fang Yuwu sealed his acupoints in advance, and the metal of the Wujin folding fan tapped the incense burner, saying: "There is nothing more happiest in the world than the spring breeze in Tianchi, and the golden pill in Roulin."

Xiao Yue couldn't help but think of Qi Chen, the tip of his pink tongue couldn't help licking his red lips, his huge desire made him extremely terrified.

Fang Yuwu stretched out his arms, and fanned the red-faced people intimately: "This fragrance has extremely beautiful meanings, and can arouse people's anxiety of longing for love, so it is called Yaotai fragrance, and it is also called Hehe fragrance among the people. fragrant."

"Hehexiang..."

Fang Yuwu said calmly: "Yes, three times the Hehexiang."

Fang Yuwu's voice is light and casual, as if reciting poems in the spring breeze.

Xiaoyue's skin was hot, so sensitive that even the slightest breeze would cause a shiver and numbness.

Xiao Yue stood up abruptly, and ran out of the house.

Can't...can't stay here...

You can't stay in this room with Fang Yuwu.

Xiao Yue staggered, his shoulder hit the screen heavily, and he felt no pain at all.

There was a fire in his lower abdomen, burning more and more intensely.

His body, his vision, and his mind were all blurred and disintegrated in the fire...

There is a small lake outside the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and all this can be ended by jumping in, but Fang Yuwu's chest blocked it, and Xiao Yue was shivering from the sudden body temperature.

He struggled in horror: "Master Hou! Master Hou, stay away from me! Get away from me quickly!"

Fang Yuwu looked at Xiaoyue's red and tearful eyes, and knew that he was reaching his limit.

He held Xiaoyue's shoulders tightly: "Xiaoyue, you show the art of controlling soldiers, and I will give you Qingxin Dan immediately."

The heat in Fang Yuwu's palm is infinitely magnified in Xiaoyue's senses. The place Fang Yuwu touched seems to have come alive from the tormented spring love. His body is asking for more from the owner of those hands. Much reassurance.

Xiao Yue almost jumped into that fiery embrace.

But his remaining rationality was rejecting Fang Yuwu: "Master Hou...you, please let me calm down, please..."

The incense in the incense burner was burning until it was flourishing, and the fragrance in the room became more and more intense, seeping into Xiao Yue's pores like a poisonous snake.

Xiaoyue huddled into a ball in Fang Yuwu's hands, his body collapsed uncontrollably, and he let out a vague voice in a daze: "I...Qi Chen..."

Seeing that he was suffering so much, Fang Yuwu couldn't bear it, and squatted down with Xiaoyue's strength: "Xiaoyue, tell me where you have hidden the art of controlling soldiers? If you tell me, I will save you immediately .”

Xiaoyue's whole body was as soft as a puddle of liquid, sitting on the ground and shaking constantly, the skin on his side cheeks was dripping with sweat, like white glaze washed with water: "Qi Chen... woo woo..."

Fang Yuwu held his shoulders and put all of Xiaoyue's weight in his palms, so that he would not fall to the ground and curl up into a ball: "Xiaoyue, tell me quickly, or your body will not be able to hold it, Xiaoyue ??"

Fang Yuwu was a little anxious, three times the Hehexiang was enough to make a strong person vent to death, and a small body like Xiaoyue couldn't last long.

But other than this, Fang Yuwu had no other choice.

His weight in Xiaoyue's heart is far less than Qi Chen's, and he can't really kill Xiaoyue. He once regretted that he was merciful and let Qi Chen's life go. If God can give him another chance, he will definitely kill him. Bones, never soft.

But now, he is still going the same way.

He saved Qi Chen again, for this person who has no other in his heart.

Xiaoyue has been unable to think carefully, unable to weigh the pros and cons, every inch of his body, and even his internal organs are burning in the painful longing that cannot be satisfied and vented.

Fear, endless fear.

The intense longing crushed him like a mountain, Xiaoyue's body twitched violently twice, his eyes turned black in an instant.

Fang Yuwu grabbed Xiaoyue's receding body, picked him up horizontally, and put him on the bed.

He originally wanted to force Xiaoyue to hand over the thin book with the matter of love, but Xiaoyue hooked his neck and pulled him down, calling Qi Chen's name impatiently.

Xiaoyue's will has been completely washed away, his eyes were filled with hot liquid from the tear glands, he was crying vaguely with a crying voice, and he frantically untied Fang Yuwu's belt with both hands.

Xiaoyue was completely out of control. Fang Yuwu wanted to stop him, but Xiaoyue tore off his skirt, revealing a large area of ​​sweaty and blood-congested skin under his collarbone: "Qi Chen... um..."

Fang Yuwu's heart trembled from his crying, and the breath in his dantian was in chaos.

He hastily took out the Qingxin Pill and swallowed it.

Xiao Yue, who was tortured to the point of collapse, cried and trembled under him, unable to hear what he was saying.

Fang Yuwu knew that no matter what Xiaoyue said, it had nothing to do with him.

Xiaoyue hugged Fang Yuwu's neck and refused to let go, her moist red lips searched for Fang Yuwu's lips indiscriminately, but she couldn't find it for a long time, and she was so anxious that she burst into tears.

Fang Yuwu almost kissed him.

But he is more rational than Xiaoyue, he knows that he can no longer force anything out of Xiaoyue's mouth.

Xiaoyue's mouth was pinched open, the pain made him resist violently instinctively, saliva flowed down, covering Fang Yuwu's palm.

The three times Qingxin Pill melted in his mouth, and Fang Yuwu covered Xiaoyue's mouth, his limp body moved uncontrollably.

The pillow had disappeared, and a corner of a thin book was exposed under the messy bed sheet.

Fang Yuwu grabbed the thin book with his saliva-stained hands.

This is what he wants.

What I want now, and what I once wanted.

Xiao Yue's body trembled even more, he looked vaguely at the person on top of him, and gradually calmed down.

Xiaoyue's flushed chest rose and fell violently, and his eyes were empty and lifeless. Fang Yu touched Xiaoyue's hair sticking to his face.

He suddenly wanted to ask Xiaoyue a question, asking him if he would like to go with him, if he would like to wander the world with him.

If Xiaoyue is willing to go with him, he also doesn't need the kingship, the throne, even the title, or the fiefdom. He can accompany Xiaoyue to make his home all over the world, wherever he wants.

But Xiaoyue won't...

He never will.

"Xiaoyue," Fang Yuwu stroked Xiaoyue's cheek in pain, "You refuse to give me anything, but want me to lose everything too, why are you so cruel to me..."

Xiaoyue's eyes told Fang Yuwu that he couldn't hear anything.

"Boom——"

The door was kicked away by gravity, the door panel knocked down the screen, the screen smashed the tables and chairs, and everything in the house was revealed.

The room was in a mess, and Fang Yuwu turned over from the bed in disheveled clothes.

Qi Chen was blushed by the smell of He Hexiang, and quickly locked his meridians.

Fang Yuwu tidied up his clothes, folded his fan, and said in a graceful manner: "My good nephew, it's not a good time for you to come."