The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

"Bang." The door was slammed shut.

Fang Cun's eyes were particularly gloomy, and he strode into the room dragging Gan Ting's wrist, pushing him against the cold wall without any explanation.

Gan Ting didn't expect that he would suddenly get angry, and was imprisoned for a while, unable to move, struggling desperately: "What are you doing? Let me go."

Fang Cun stared at him with lowered eyes, without saying a word, and after a long time, he said lightly, "Have you enjoyed fishing with him?"

Yo hey?This is jealous.

Rare and rare.

Gan Ting stopped struggling, raised his head and said deliberately: "Of course, he is the emperor."

As soon as the words fell, Fang Cun sighed softly, with an inexplicably sad expression, and said playfully, "You made him happy, so you have to come and cheer me up too? I want to go fishing too."

Gan Ting only cursed for being hypocritical, and turned his head away from looking at him.

Before Gan Ting could secretly think about how to escape, there was a sharp pain in his neck. Looking down, Fang Cun was crouching on his fair neck, biting recklessly, leaving marks on Gan Ting's skin.

"Are you a dog?!" Gan Ting scolded.

Sensing the resistance, Fang Cun softened his pressure as if to appease, and his thin lips moved slowly on his neck.

Gan Ting only felt the coolness on his neck, and his whole body was gradually numb. He wanted to push him away with trembling hands, but he didn't know that this gesture of refusal and welcome aroused Fang Cun's animal nature even more.

Seeing that Gan Ting was still dishonest, Fang Cun lightly bit his earlobe, "Not only do I want to fish, but I also want the little fish to give me little fish."

Not knowing whether it was shame or anger, Gan Ting blushed instantly behind his ears, "Aren't you ashamed, this is the underworld, please restrain yourself."

"If I restrain myself again, your soul will be hooked away by Wu Ya, and I can't hook it back for you?"

"pat-"

The exquisite teacup on the table was knocked away by Fang Cun and fell to the ground, and all kinds of rare treasures placed on the table were also shattered all over the floor.

Fang Cun smiled, his eyes were clear but there was a trace of unresolved gloomyness, and he pressed Gan Ting firmly on the table without any explanation.

Gan Ting's wrists are very thin, and he can be tightly held and imprisoned with just one hand. I don't know if it's because of fear or heat, a thin layer of sweat overflows from his snow-white wrists.

Fang Cun pressed down, and asked leisurely, "What do you think?"

"No way." The warm breath in his ear made Gan Ting look a little bit wandering, but he still kept his rationality and refused, "The emperor told you not to see me before the Ghost Festival, I'll go first."

Gan Ting is now a sheep in the mouth of a tiger, and he will never leave Fangcun. After struggling several times to no avail, Gan Ting simply fell on the table and remained motionless, thinking in his heart that he would be bitten by a dog, it doesn't matter.

That's right.

Seeing his righteous and awe-inspiring look, Fang Cun laughed angrily, calmed down a little, and raised his hand to caress the corner of Gan Ting's lips, "I'm jealous, and now my heart is sour, and I really need a little sweetness to reconcile it."

Gan Ting rubbed his wrist and said, "Oh."

Dimensions: "..."

"You really don't respect me at all."

As soon as the words were finished, Fang Cun lowered his head and kissed the soft lips, his mouth movements were gentle and gentle, but his hands were frantically tearing at Gan Ting's clothes, without any sign of pity.

Gan Ting didn't say a word, and even wanted to sleep a little.

Until a huge pain came from his body, Gan Ting suddenly tightened his calf, his white fingertips suddenly clasped on Fang Cun's back, and buried his head in Fang Cun's arms in pain.

This is the first time Gan Ting throws himself into his arms, the soft touch sticks to Fang Cun's chest, with a self-evident hum, curled up under him, Fang Cun can't resist...

Fang Cun raised his eyebrows, "You are so close, could it be that you want to hear my heartbeat?"

The banter lingered in his ears, Gan Ting woke up instantly, and pushed him away angrily.

Fang Cun's eyes darkened, he hugged Gan Ting by the waist, blocked his lips again, and then his neck, Adam's apple, and every inch of skin on Gan Ting's body greedily.

Gan Ting was sore all over, and this faint pain was mixed with a hint of pleasure. He twitched and wanted to escape, but the pleasure from the inside out didn't even need Fang Cun to stop him, it made him give up resistance and collapsed into Fang Cun's arms.

The room is filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, lingering in every corner, mixed with joy and warm blush.

"Boom boom boom-"

"Little Tianzun, little Tianzun."

When there was a knock on the door, Gan Ting was startled, and hurriedly pulled the torn robe beside him.

But Fang Cun was not flustered, and slowly held his hand with drooping eyes, "Leave them alone."