I don't believe the queen can't kill you

"Actually, I'm also surprised that I would want to do this for you..."

Ji Mu grabbed his hand and froze there like this, his wide brown eyes flashed with excitement for a moment, but it turned into complicated again.

"As for your last sentence, I think I might really—"

"You can do what you want! There's nothing wrong with being served by others." Ji Mu interrupted him, and his expression returned to the frivolous look he had when he first came to him. The corners of his mouth raised arrogantly, as if mocking that they were just Physical relationship, what's more hypocritical.

Duan Lang saw that he pretended not to care, didn't take it seriously, and deliberately made a fool of himself, his eyes became deeper, but he didn't continue to speak, but returned to the earlier action.

Almost as soon as Duan Lang moved his fingers, Ji Mu's waist went limp.

Because the feeling was too strong, he quickly propped one hand against the wall, propped his body up, his tense back drew a seductive arc, his hips were slightly raised, it seemed that he was inviting Duan Lang to commit more crimes.

The long hair that was wet and docile on the back, dripping, slowly flowed down and gathered between the valleys, so wet that Duan Lang's movements became more and more out of control.

His fingers kept digging and digging at his soft inner wall, drawing circles, stirring the wetness filled inside, and the milky white semen was continuously stirred out from the bright red hole that comfortably opened and closed.

Ji Mu frowned slightly, half-closed his eyes, and panted heavily in the confined space.

It's repression, it's enjoyment, and it also has a hint of gradual estrangement.

At this time, Duan Lang added another finger, and directly buried the two fingers, turning and stirring.

But the inside of the pussy was unbelievably soft, and the fingers seemed to be covered by a layer of hot liquid. It was hard to tell whether it was semen or the love juice secreted by him. Picking at his hole.

"Hmm!...Mmm..." Jimu Gou grabbed the hand that was propped on the wall, with a face of suffering.

Duan Lang was hurting him, but Duan Lang's movements not only brought pain, but the violent points of his fingertips were precisely on his sensitivity.

The genitals between the legs have been erected and straightened, with transparent juice flowing out, and at the same time Himeki also felt his buttocks being pressed hard by a heat.

Duan Lang also responded.

Hime Mu stretched out his hand to hold back his erection, pulled it up and down provocatively a few times, rubbed the sticky top, chuckled, "Do you want a haircut? Anyway, we have to wash it, and wash it together after we're done."

Duan Lang suddenly pressed him against the wall violently.

"Ah! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . " Next, before Jimu shot out of control, Duan Lang did not let him have any spare energy to utter a sound other than moaning.

After being violated by fingers to the point of climax, Ji Mu's whole body couldn't use his strength, so he let Duan Lang continue to help him clean his pussy, take a bath by the way, and even put a pool of water in it, the two of them cuddled together and took a bath together .Even if it was a broken pot, Duan Lang could do whatever he wanted with him, but he still had a cold and arrogant face.

After 5 minutes, neither of them said a word. To be honest, Ji Mu's heart was in a mess and he was a little agitated.After all, how long has it been since he hugged Duan Lang so intimately and had a skin-to-skin kiss.

Although Duan Lang kept silent, Ji Mu could feel how hard his heart was beating against his back, just like his own.Right now they both have strong feelings for each other.

Ji Mu tried his best not to let his breath fluctuate too much, revealing his thoughts, but his hot breath kept pouring out of his ears, and his thighs were constantly being held up by his heat, which was really difficult, so Ji Mu decided to reverse the operation, She began to move her body intentionally or unintentionally to tease him.

"Mr. Duan, don't you want to vent?"

"Duan Lang."

Duan Lang corrected him, the hoarse and deep voice made Ji Mu itch from pores to limbs, and his heart was beating fast, but Ji Mu took a breath, turned half of his body suddenly, stretched out his hand and hooked his head , squinting at him, slowly raised his lips: "Duan Lang..."

Duan Lang kissed him suddenly, bit and sucked those two lips fiercely, put his palms on the back of his neck and supported him, so that the tip of his tongue could penetrate, stir and hook him more hotly and deeply, and punished him everything of.

The hot and lingering kiss made Ji Mu's head dizzy, and his whole body became hot, and a comfortable murmur came out from his throat.

At this time, Duan Lang suddenly let go, got up quickly, stepped out of the bathtub in front of him with his penis upright, then grabbed him with a loud sound, put on a bathrobe, and carried him out of the bathroom.

Hime Mu, who was thrown on the bed, was really surprised that he could hold back.

But then seeing Duan Lang walk into the bathroom again, and he still hasn't come out after 3 minutes, Ji Mu sneered.

I see how much you can bear it!

****

During the time when Duan Lang was self-solving, Ji Mu could actually escape, but he didn't. He just got out of bed, went to the mini bar attached to the guest room, took out a beer, and then threw himself into the black sofa beside him. There is a drink without a sip.

The failure of this mission made Himeki start to have a very bad premonition.

Because Yan Qitai was involved in the two consecutive missions, coupled with the fault of support, Ji Mu always felt that this was deliberately arranged by RF.

Bombing case, poisoning case, Yan Qitai, Chen Cheng, drug dealing, Ted, Duan Lang. ﹒ ﹒ ﹒ ﹒ ﹒ ﹒ ﹒

Thinking about the entanglements involved, a picture suddenly flashed in Ji Mu's mind. It was the scene where Secretary Li uttered a silent word to him before he left when he went to visit Secretary Li.

Himeki can see that word now, it is his code name──"Q".

Immediately, an outrageous and terrifying idea came into his mind, but Jimu frowned and said to himself, "Impossible..." He trusted RF so much, trusted Ted, King, DJ. ﹒ ﹒ ﹒ ﹒ , those who gave him a new life.

"I want to remind you: don't trust your RF as a belief too much. Sometimes what you see with your eyes is not necessarily the truth. Trust your own feelings."

But Eason's words suddenly threw a strong attack in his confused thoughts.Ji Mu clenched his palms tightly, with a serious expression on his face.

Does that mean he's leaving RF? ﹒ ﹒ ﹒ ﹒ ?

Himeki had thought that instead of being a killer, he could go back to Japan to live. His current father is considered very powerful in Japan, so what career he wants to do and how to develop are not a problem.

As for Duan Lang. ﹒ ﹒ ﹒ ﹒ ﹒

Ka!

Hearing the slight sound, Jimu glanced over, "Give me back my clothes."

What Duan Lang saw when he came out was that he was lazily sitting on the sofa, showing the traces of intense sex from the neckline of the bathrobe, his slender legs opened up at will, and the hem was pulled up, his complexion was pale, sunken in the black leather, in the dim yellow Under the bright lights, there is a sense of decadent beauty.

A stream of heat rushed through the lower body that had just vented, but the beer can in Ji Mu's hand made a deep mark between his eyebrows, and he strode forward to snatch it away.

"No clothes, you must stay here until the wound on your arm heals, and don't touch any other irritating things for the time being."

(The most irritating thing to me is you.) Jimu sneered, then looked at him with raised eyes, "Are you imprisoning me now?"

"I saved you, so your life belongs to me." Duan Lang was wearing the same bathrobe as him, and stood in front of him and drank the can of beer directly.

Jimu frowned.

Duan Lang dared to say that because he wanted to keep him by his side. ﹒ ﹒ ﹒ ﹒ ﹒

But without the urge to revenge, he doesn't want to stay with Duan Lang. He doesn't want to let himself fall into the kind of situation where he tries hard to love someone and devotes himself to him, but in the end he loses his dignity, loses his value, and is abandoned by others. The miserable state of the tube.

Now Duan Lang will hold on to him, just because he has the same voice as Mu Yu, as long as Duan Lang loses interest in him.

Noticing that Jimu's hair was still wet, Duan Lang went back to the bathroom and returned with a hairdryer.

Ji Mu looked at him puzzled, until he came to his side, plugged the plug into the outlet, turned on the power to help him dry his hair, the posture that was originally slumped on the sofa suddenly straightened, he couldn't hide his astonishment, but She curled her lips and said, "Even if you do that, I won't fall in love with you."

Duan Lang let out a deep laugh when he heard this, and the hand stroking his hair was more gentle.

Knowing that he had overreacted, Ji Mu gritted his teeth angrily, thinking that this might be some new hunting trick, and planned to let him go, but his gaze kept fixed on him reflected in the LCD TV screen in front of him, Paying attention to his every move, unable to take back, then slowly dimmed, slowly suffused with a touch of melancholy.

Because Duan Lang like this really makes people want to indulge. ﹒ ﹒ ﹒ ﹒ ﹒

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Author's words

Come on, Jimu!Don't be captured by Duan Lang.

The next chapter will be a little sweet and sour

But the next chapter is about to start abuse.

Everything is a trick of the despicable author.