I have all the characters that the male protagonist loves [Quick Transmigration]

Take a breath.

"Your eyes are so beautiful." He held Jiang Xing's neck to keep him from getting tired, hoping that this would allow Jiang Xing to continue kissing him.

Jiang Xing squinted his eyes, and his slender eyelashes almost scratched Xia Song's skin.

"If you leave a scar, you will leave a scar." He said slowly, "I have a scar too."

Xia Song's voice was dry: "Where is it?"

"here."

His little finger hooked Xia Song's hand, letting him touch his heart gropingly.

"My bankrupt competitor..." Jiang Xing smiled, disdainful and indifferent, "want to kill me."

When it comes to life and death, he has such a sneering attitude.

Arrogant to death doesn't care.

Xia Song opened his mouth in vain, unable to speak, only felt that the soul flew out from the seven orifices, and it was Jiang Xing who held it in the palm of his hand.

When Jiang Xing spoke, his lips brushed the end of Xia Song's eyes ambiguously, like a lover's playful kiss.

The wound opened again.

It's obviously just a minor injury, so I can't bear it.

Just like his childhood, oppressive clouds were engraved on the flesh and bones, and he could never be freed.

But Jiang Xing narrowed his eyes, kissed his wound lightly with his lips, and the moist and hot lips passed by.

Xia Song's blood was burning all over his body, and his scalp was so numb that it exploded.

"It's fine if it doesn't hurt," Jiang Xing said softly, "It's uncomfortable if it hurts."

"pain."

Jiang Xing's voice paused slightly, and he looked at him lightly.

"It hurts." Xia Song's voice was slightly hoarse.

Jiang Xing: "Didn't you say it doesn't hurt?"

"It hurts now." Xia Song took it for granted, "I want Mr. Jiang to kiss me again."

Strip away the engraved hatred of those parents, leaving only his hot love for Jiang Xing.

Jiang Xing stepped back a little, and said with a lazy smile, "I'm tired."

"I can hold you." Xia Song asked anxiously like a puppy whose bone had been robbed, eagerly touching the person in front of him.

"Let's talk." Jiang Xing yawned, "Give me a cigarette."

Xia Song fumbled for his coat, opened the cigarette case, and the scent of jasmine came out.

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