Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

Qingyuan looked at him with a calm expression, like a pool of deep water, his hair was still wet, it was a warm and moist touch, except that he was as cold as frost outside.

He stretched out his hand to grab He Louming's finger, raised his eyes and said calmly, "You entered the wrong room."

He Louming's eyes are very bright, like stars in the dark night, when his fingers are clenched, he traces them inch by inch, "I'm not wrong," his voice sounded soft in the dark night, He almost murmured, "Qingyuan..."

He slowly approached, with a lingering and gentle breath, the tip of their noses touching, in a warm and intimate gesture, he gently kissed Qingyuan's chin, lingering on his lips, as delicate and tender as water.

Qingyuan leaned back slightly, there was only a slight touch on his lips, he avoided He Louming's kiss, and there was no emotion in his voice, "Go out."

He Louming paused for a moment, lowered his eyes and laughed again. He kept laughing in front of Qingyuan, with a dark breath surging around him, he grabbed Qingyuan's collar forcefully, forcing the other party to look at him, "Why, don't you want to?" ?”

He hooked his lips, "I'm just lonely, I want you to be with me, and you have to do the same." He smiled recklessly, as if the person in front of him was just someone for his entertainment, and he said with an order, "Come here, kiss I."

His face was as usual, but the hands under the sleeves were curled up nervously, carefully waiting for the person in front of him to kiss him.

Red candles were burning in the room, and on the candlestick engraved with auspicious clouds, it glowed warmly and brightly, making the face of the person in front of him moist and handsome. His pair of intoxicated peach blossom eyes were like a clear pond shrouded in mist. Sparkling, gentle and lingering.

He Louming watched him slowly come closer, his cool lips slowly covered behind his ears, spraying his ears with fine breath, he stretched out his arms around He Louming's waist, and kissed behind his ears. Kissing little by little, delicate and considerate.

Then, He Louming heard Qingyuan's deep voice, he murmured softly, and spoke in his ear with the softest and lingering voice, "Huo Yanyu..."

He hugged him, kissed him, and whispered the other person's name in the whisperiest of tones.

He Louming's lips trembled, and for a moment, his eyes were a little dazed.

It was like an ignorant puppy being stabbed severely by someone, standing there in a daze, staring at Qingyuan in a daze.

Then, He Louming took a low breath, stretched out his hand to wrap around Qingyuan's neck, and pressed that beautifully shaped thin lip by himself, rubbing it against each other. Grind together for a while, then bite the soft lips with teeth, and bite down mercilessly.

There was no warmth in this kiss, let alone warmth and intimacy. They were like beasts biting each other, trying hard to make each other hurt together, and then fell to the bed together with the smell of blood.

He Louming turned over mechanically, his eyes were almost numbly empty, he was pressed on his back, and then invaded from behind.

The red candles dripped and gathered drop by drop on the candlestick engraved with the pattern of auspicious clouds, like tears of blood falling all over the ground.

I don't know how long it took, all the feelings seemed to have disappeared, and then slowly came back, He Louming slowly got up from the bed, he watched the man get up calmly, and then walked to the bathtub behind the screen, There was the sound of water rustling, and white mist rose from behind the screen, gathered in the air, and disappeared in a flash.

He Louming looked down at the marks on his body, put on the robe that had just fallen on the ground, and could not hear any emotion in his hoarse voice, "Your Majesty is indeed His Majesty, and the endurance is better than those in the Xianggu Hall." how much."

The sound of the water inside seemed to stop for a moment, and then it started again.

After washing, Qingyuan dried his body, put on his clothes again, and found that He Louming had left at some point.

His pupils were a bit darker than the night outside, his eyelashes stained with moisture were closed, covering all the emotions inside, his face was indifferent, neither sad nor happy, he slowly buttoned his clothes, and looked down. Passing over the messy bed, my eyes flicked across the slightly sunken bedding for a moment, where there were dense wet marks, I don't know if it was tears or sweat.

He stretched out his hand to cover the small trace, and there was some obscurity in his eyes.

He Louming was ruthless and resolute, and he also carried a kind of suffocated depression. They were like two hedgehogs, hurting each other, rubbing each other's flesh and blood with their sharp thorns, and only in this way seemed to be finally satisfied.

Qingyuan turned off the lights, he looked at the darkness of the room, all kinds of emotions were surging in his heart, but he had a dream in a daze.

He knew very well that he was dreaming. The place he was in was surrounded by clouds and mist, the mountains were undulating, and the sky was golden under the steaming clouds, majestic and magnificent.

And a person stood in front of him, his face seemed to be covered by clouds and mist, and he was in a trance, so he couldn't see clearly.

Qingyuan could only hear his voice, with a trembling tone, which implied tension and hope, and said cautiously, "Qingyuan, I like you."

He didn't know what he said, but he saw that the man's body trembled, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

Qingyuan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, as if someone had pinched his heart, he couldn't breathe sourly, he pursed his lips, watched him leave with cold eyes, and then the man was still watching, he was tall and tall, the wind blowing Moving on, he wore an ink robe embroidered with red patterns, revealing a thin and pale wrist.

He didn't move, just watched quietly, after a long time Qingyuan said quietly, "Go back, he won't come back."

If there is no response after expressing your intention, it must be rejected.

The man couldn't hear his voice, he was still standing in the distance, Qingyuan inexplicably remembered his cautious voice just now, he wanted to hold his hand and take him away, the palm passed through without hindrance, like A breeze.

After a long time, the man turned his head, and the white mist on his face slowly dissipated, Qingyuan only saw a pair of phoenix eyes with bulging eyes.

There seemed to be some watery light gathered in the sharp eyes that should have been beautiful, and there was a strong and indelible sadness inside.

He still wanted to look at his face, but it was as if he was pushed by someone, and he felt a sense of falling, and in an instant, he suddenly woke up from the dream.

Qingyuan woke up suddenly from the bed, there is a moon tonight, the silvery moonlight shines into the house, and he is still here.

He stretched out his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows slowly, then got off the bed, opened the door and walked out in the bitter wind.

He Louming's place was very close to his, but no one was guarding the distance of more than a dozen steps, so he easily pushed the door open and entered.

He Louming's robes were in a mess, and he could see the bruises without hindrance, with an indifferent expression on his face, he didn't care about his discomfort, and just drank wine glass by glass.

Seeing Qingyuan coming, He Louming raised his eyelids, "Why, do you want to come again?"

His voice was still hoarse, but he curled his lips, and he didn't know if his smile was self-deprecating or something else.

Qingyuan ignored his words, and put his palm flat on his forehead, the temperature under his palm was a little warm, he frowned and said, "Didn't you clean it?"

He Louming sneered, and said lazily, "You don't need to worry about it." He propped his chin with his hands, and looked at Qingyuan with great interest, "I miss your noble gentleman again, come to me to find a feeling Is it?" He was still smiling, but there was a cold look in his eyes, "I'm going to kill Huo Yanyu sooner or later."

Qingyuan frowned slightly when he heard the words, he didn't speak any more, he just pulled him up and asked someone to bring water to soak him in the water.

He Louming picked up a handful of hot water with his hands, then let go and watched them pour into the bucket, and with a splash, they hit the water surface, and ripples appeared in the clear hot water.

Qingyuan was watching from the side, seeing that this person didn't seem to want to clean up at all, but kept playing with the water, he pursed his lips, "He Louming, are you a three-year-old?"

He Louming stopped his movements, then raised his eyebrows and slapped the water surface forcefully, causing splashes of water, water droplets burst out, and fell to the ground profusely.

Qingyuan frowned and walked in front of him, then pinched his wrist to make him turn his back, reached out his hand into the water, touched the part he had just suffered with his fingers, and began to wash it bit by bit.

The hot water hit with irritation, He Louming couldn't hold back his muffled groan, the blush from the heat just now quickly faded from his cheeks, leaving only a sweaty pallor.

Qingyuan paused, and his movements softened, "It hurts?" he asked.

He Louming closed his eyes, he seemed to still have the feeling from just now. At the most intimate moment, he was surrounded by someone and called another name.

What was it like?It's like standing outside the house all night in only unlined clothes, the heat from the whole body has been swallowed up, leaving only a coldness penetrating into the marrow of the bone.

He took a light breath, then closed his eyes and let out a slow 'um', the voice was so soft that he couldn't even hear it amidst the sound of water, but Qingyuan still heard the word he said clearly.

He said it hurts, it hurts.

That was expected by Qingyuan, and it could even be said to be intentional. Only when it hurts, He Louming will write it down, so that this kind of thing will not happen again.

But he still came, to this room to see He Louming.

Maybe it was the dizzy water marks on the quilt just now, or maybe it was the similar pair of eyebrows and eyes that he saw in his half-dream and half-awake, he couldn't stay in the room as planned, and a sour feeling in his heart made him do something quickly.

Qingyuan always knew what he was going to do, but at this moment he didn't know what he was doing.

He withdrew his hand, "Dry yourself and get dressed before you come out." The water temperature has dropped, and you may catch a cold if you soak in it again.

He Louming didn't move, and asked straightforwardly, "Will you wash him after you and your nobleman are done?"

Qingyuan really couldn't keep up with He Louming's brain circuit, "Why do you ask this?"

He Louming said calmly, "I just asked if you would let him keep your things overnight."

Qingyuan: ...

He threw the bag of clothes on the screen to He Louming, and his voice sounded a bit more exasperated, "Put it on quickly."

Better not talk!

Seeing that he was about to leave, He Louming stood up directly from the bucket and put on his clothes. He didn't care whether he was still wet or not, so he hurriedly said, "Where are you going?"

Qingyuan turned back, "Go to my own room."

He Louming had already come out of the water, "I'll go too." Then he stood beside Qingyuan, wanting to go with him.

Qingyuan: ...

For the first time, he found that this person looked like Jingchen.

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