Every night, there are always a few piaos knocking on the door

Guang Moyang was speechless for a while.Ling Chuan had a mischievous smile on his delicate face, looking so beautiful and alluring.The desire to get him is clamoring.He wants him... wants him!If... no, he can definitely get him!He smiled, "This..." The pill was put into the cup calmly, and it melted in the water without leaving any trace.

"Hey!" Ling Chuan showed an expression of "I understand", and poked him again, "Then, do you have...well, compare 'that' experience?"

"'That' ah..." Without Ling Chuan noticing, Guang Moyang sneaked into Chen Cang, and switched himself and his cup.Taking a sip of the wine, he lightly licked the side of the glass.Really sweet!He smiled, "One time...huh?"

Ling Chuan turned his head and followed his gaze.

Against the already dim light, Qingkong looked down at him with no expression on his face.The dim light cast a faint light around him, gloomy and frightening.

Guang Moyang subconsciously stood in front of Ling Chuan, "Who are you?"

Unexpectedly, Ling Chuan quickly stood up, "Uh, why are you here?"

Qingkong reached out and grabbed Ling Chuan's wrist, "I'll take you back."

"Eh?"

"Follow me." Qing Kong reached out and grabbed him.

Ling Chuan subconsciously looked back at the cocktails on the table.A cup of 38, he is not a local tyrant/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

Qing Kong followed his gaze to the wine glass on the table.Cocktails have the most stamina, and he dares!Qingkong frowned, grabbed the cup on the table, and drank it down before Guang Moyang stopped him, "Come home with me."

"I……"

"Come home with me." Qing Kong became overbearing, pulling the man up and out without any explanation, leaving Guang Moyang standing there upright, who hadn't reacted yet.

The street outside the bar is lingering at night.The overflowing radiance reflected a whole world in a mere square inch.

Ling Chuan stopped in his tracks.It means that it is better to go back, it is better to go back, but where is his home?

Qingkong stopped and took him into his arms. "Ling Chuan, come home with me."

go home?

Ling Chuan nodded heavily, pushed away the clear sky, and said lightly: "Let's go."

Clear Sky snorted.The touch of hugging him still remained in her arms.The slight body temperature made his body hot.Qing Kong suddenly realized that there seemed to be something wrong with that glass of wine.He grabbed Ling Chuan, hugged him into his arms and ran home.

"Clear Sky! What are you doing?" Ling Chuan was startled.

Qingkong pursed her lips without answering, and ran back on her own.

The wind made Ling Chuan's face feel dull pain.He buried his face in Qing Kong's arms.

Ten minutes later, Qingkong took him home.

Although the cold wind blew for about ten minutes, the temperature of my beloved's body continued unabated in my arms.want him, want him...

Qing Kong resisted the discomfort and put Ling Chuan on the bed, turned around and wanted to go back to his room.

Ling Chuan grabbed him, "What's wrong?"

"There's a problem with alcohol." Qing Kong turned his back to him, afraid that his self-control was not enough.

Ling Chuan froze for a moment, but didn't understand. "What is the problem?"

Qing Kong moaned in a low voice, "Spring medicine." The remaining rationality was gradually being eroded.A dark thought suddenly popped up in my heart.

He is controlled by medicine, Ling Chuan will not refuse himself.Why not take this opportunity and make him your own!

Darkness raised its head in the heart.Qingkong turned around and hugged Ling Chuan, pressed him on the bed, and began to tear his clothes with both hands.

Ling Chuan was surprised but did not resist.He didn't realize what Qingkong was going to do at all.

Qingkong tore off her clothes several times, lowered her head and kissed frantically on his neck.

Ling Chuan suddenly reacted, stretched his neck and moaned, "Qingkong...what are you doing..." He had never seen such tyranny.

"Ling Chuan, give it to me..." Qing Kong's voice was trembling, full of suppressed desire.

"No..." Ling Chuan widened his eyes in horror.The torn wounds on his hands and feet began to ache faintly, and the part of his body that was captured by Qingkong also ached.

"It hurts... Clear sky... It hurts... It hurts! Clear sky, it hurts!"

Small and broken groans rang throughout the night.

Two rays of light, one red and one blue, entangled selflessly, blending in harmony——

He Yuan's neck is a mandarin duck, and Hu Jie is flying together!

The phoenix and the phoenix live from me, and I have to entrust my tail to be a concubine forever.

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The next morning, Ling Chuan woke up in the bright morning light.

There was no clear sky around him, and he was the only one on the empty big bed.

Ling Chuan forced himself to stand up and walked to the bathroom.The aftermath that should be done is always to be done.

But his physical strength is only enough to carry him into the bathtub.He fell into the bathtub, sighed slightly, and began to add water to the bathtub.The warm water rushing over his body made his body relax a lot.

After cleaning, Ling Chuan sat in the bathtub and closed his eyes to rest.

He really didn't have the strength to pull himself out of the water.

Even if Shuangxiu broke through the long-sealed Suzaku spiritual power, there is no way to restore physical strength so quickly now.In the past, only ordinary fire-attribute spiritual power could be released, but Suzaku's spiritual power has been kept on the shelf.Once the ban was lifted, it made it difficult for him to adapt.

Half asleep and half awake, Ling Chuan knocked something to the ground.

He opened his eyes and found that it was a fruit knife placed by the sink.It was there when he cleaned the knives the morning before.

He held the knife in his hand and played with it boredly.

The wound on the wrist has long since healed.He knew that it was the result of his Suzaku spiritual power.Suzaku's fire is a healing fire, not a destructive fire.

The sudden release of spiritual energy made him very curious.I don't know how much the ability to heal has been enhanced?

Ling Chuan was a little moved, and holding the handle of the knife with his right hand, he made a cut on his left wrist.

Blood was gurgling out of the arteries, but he could clearly feel the wound on his wrist healing at a speed he could feel.

The power of Suzaku is really miraculous... Just thinking about it, Ling Chuan gradually fell asleep.