Mie Shiwen's male protagonist can read minds [Quick Transmigration]

Holding the water glass, Duo Yao took a shallow sip: "Why did you suddenly ask about Lu Chen?"

Wen Jue looked at the gentle face with downcast eyes of the young man, and looked away uncomfortably, but did not hide it: "When he came out of your place a few days ago, he happened to run into me. When I went to pick up the painting, I saw you too."

The ripples in the water glass suddenly stopped, and then slowly calmed down.

Duo Yao kept watching the water pattern calm down before raising his eyes: "Why do you think he likes me?"

For some reason, Wen Jue felt inexplicably guilty in the face of the young man's gentle and plain gaze, and leaned back to make herself less stiff.

"I can tell."

Duo Yao faintly knew that there was a big problem with his memory. He had never touched many things, but after he really got started, he mastered them very quickly.

Once or twice can still be called accidental, such things happen so often, it is hard not to be suspicious.

The biggest doubts are these three guys.

Their feelings for him came too quickly, as if it only took one touch to trigger that deeply hidden button and release a feeling so deep that it was too much to bear.

But in the face of such an abnormal relationship, he felt very familiar, and even implied connivance.

The Wen Jue in Duo Yao's eyes stopped staring at him all the time, and only when Lu Chen was mentioned, did he seem guilty, revealing very obvious flaws.

"It doesn't matter who likes me, what you should ask is who I am interested in." Duo Yao put down the water glass.

At this time, the rosy glow on his face had already been hidden in the snow, and the corners of his eyes were slightly curved, revealing a funny arc.

Wen Jue was suddenly awakened: "A Yao, you said earlier that you had a crush on me."

The man with a soft tone and a cold expression on the corners of his eyes and brows lowered his head in a small way, and stretched out his hand to touch the slender fingers that he had been thinking about for a long time.

The callused fingertips entangled the young man's hand little by little. He looked down, but sighed in his heart, there was no trace of the other's hand that held the paintbrush all year round, and it was as gentle and delicate as pampered.

The fingertips were entangled, and a steady stream of heat came from the fingertips, which was completely different from the temperature of the evil spirits. Thinking of this, Duo Yao blinked slightly.

He lowered his head slightly, revealing his fair and delicate collarbone, the back of his neck outlined a graceful arc, and his long eyelashes covered his clear eyes.

The young man wondered: "But Brother Lu is also very good."

The strength in his hands suddenly tightened, Wen Jue raised his eyelids, and said calmly: "He is the only direct descendant of the entire Lu family, and there are dozens of people, big and small, who dare not make a sound."

It's almost like saying that Lu Chen is not as clean as he appears on the surface.

Wen Jue's eyes were deep, and he didn't want to talk about Lu Chen, so he lowered his head and kissed the young man's fingertips, and touched the tip of his tongue without a trace.

"You didn't even call me brother."

A faint greasy feeling came from the fingertips, and Duo Yao couldn't help retracting it, but he couldn't beat the man's strength.

He didn't use any more force, and said with a smile: "I thought this wasn't what you wanted to hear."

Wen Jue's Adam's apple rolled, her eyes were deep, with a somewhat unclear meaning: "If you want, you can call now."

Little by little, he wrapped around the young man's fingertips, and slowly encircled the other's ankle. The delicate touch filled his palm. Wen Jue's mouth was dry and hoarse, and his body couldn't help leaning forward.

Suddenly, his eyes were fixed, and there was a cold hostility in the bottom of his eyes, staring at the faint red in his stamina.

The young man's complexion was pale, which made these marks not completely fade away after a day, and they were deeply and shallowly imprinted on the snow-white complexion, easily attracting the primitive throbbing of human beings.

Mi Yan's sensuality rushed towards her face, like another man's provocation to Wen Jue's publicity.

Wen Jue slowly lowered her eyes, restraining the young man's movements calmly: "Who left these marks?"

The young man was at a loss at first, and then seemed to sense the meaning of his words, and a touch of panic appeared on his usually gentle and calm face.

"What trace?" The young man's long eyelashes trembled, and he reached out to touch the back of his neck.

Wen Jue quickly pulled her back, resisted the violence, and comforted lightly: "It's nothing, it's just some red marks, probably you accidentally pressed them somewhere."

Duo Yao raised his head and asked in confusion, "Really?"

Wen Jue reassured: "Yes. Nothing special."

As he spoke, he approached the young man with a soft tone: "Let me see."

The two gradually leaned together. Duo Yao slightly raised his face, feeling the heat from the air coming from the side of his face. The man's strong breath was in his nose, and his slightly rough fingertips were on the back of his neck. Caress slowly.

For a few moments, the man seemed unable to restrain his hostility, and struck harder.

Duo Yao's long eyelashes fell slightly, as if she hadn't noticed the strength of the other party's hugging her, but followed the temptation from others around her waist unconsciously, and fell into the man's arms unconsciously.

The sense of fullness in her arms made the gloom in Wen Jue's eyes fade a bit.

He pressed the back of the young man's head, ignoring the other's slight struggle, and turned his face sideways to brand a new mark on the ambiguous mark. When his lips and teeth were biting together, he seemed to be able to suck out a rich fragrance from the snow-white skin, delicate and soft. .

The man didn't restrain himself for a moment, he greedily sucked and sucked several times, and the force of pushing and pushing in his arms intensified, Wen Jue regained his composure and quickly comforted him: "I'll just kiss."

That is to say, the strength of the shackles around the waist has never been weak. After covering the traces, Wen Jue pecked and kissed the young man's lips, and said in a low voice: "I was wrong that day, I shouldn't have asked you so hard, I am I really like you."

Duo Yao couldn't help breathing heavily, and the strong breath coming towards his face, and the man's forceful and deliberate approach made him dizzy for a moment: "You first... let go, let me go."

While speaking, he bit his upper lip lightly as if being punished.

Wen Jue acted as if he hadn't heard of it, and the movement of his mouth never stopped. Seeing the young man clenched his lips tightly to prevent him from kissing him, he moved away and lightly pecked at the eyelids.

The moist temperature came from the sensitive eyes, and the numbness that he seldom felt made the young man almost go limp. His long eyelashes fluttered wildly, and he couldn't open them at all under the dense kisses, half-closed, Only the man's jaw is extremely close.

The sharp lines, like a man's means, are hidden in the seemingly soft intimacy now, and there is no room for the young man to retreat.

The back of his head firmly resisted, so that Duo Yao could only let the man's presumptuousness, suddenly trembling all over, he let out a low voice: "Wen Jue!"

Unlike the dry softness of the lips, it was obviously moist to the touch just now.

This clear and lingling voice should have flowed as coldly as the gurgling water, but now it was tinged with a slight trill, which was sultry and seductive.

Not only did Wen Jue's breathing tighten suddenly, even the black mist who was peeping from the dark was hooked and poked his head out, gloomyly looking at the two embracing each other.

Looking at the cherished young man, the evil ghost was at a loss as to be taken advantage of by that shameless man, his heart was dark and tossing, but he was reluctant to part with the rare amorous feelings that the young man showed.

Almost half of the cheeks were kissed one by one. The young man loosened his tight lips under distraction, and instantly reached the man's temperature. His hands trembled slightly.

Youth has never encountered such excesses.

Wen Jue kept her voice low, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and her tone seemed to melt water: "A Yao, shall we be together?"

The young man didn't answer.

The delicate kiss spread down little by little, and the thick long eyelashes trembled slightly, but she still didn't answer.

Duo Yao didn't make a choked sound until the inside of the clothes felt the temperature of other people. His eyes were filled with mist, and he gave the man a light look.

"……it is good."

This glance made Wen Jue's heart soften instantly.

He knew that this time the force was a little too much, and the presumptuousness he is now is just relying on the goodwill of the young man and taking advantage of the other party's indulgence to test him again and again.

But if the youth should not...

Wen Jue lowered her eyes, and kissed the young man's slightly parted lips.

He seemed impatient.

The young man's lifted clothes were put down little by little, and the tip of his tongue was gently sucked between his lips and teeth.

The intense passion was calmed down little by little.

And the evil ghost's eyes were scarlet, and his teeth and claws were barking like ghosts, wishing he could rush out and teach the man a lesson.

Because he is condensed by resentment, he looks like a ghost, and he can never bring the warmth of a living person to the youth.

Watching the cherished young man being kissed by another man, the repressed resentment and unwillingness were all aroused at the same time, and everything in the house was peaceful, even warm and quiet.

In the world outside the house, the black mist that exploded was like a drop of thick ink dripping into clear water, quickly muddying the clean pool at a terrifying speed.

Where the black mist spread, those passers-by who were like puppets, young people who couldn't remember their faces, had grim faces and then returned to calm for a moment. In the nearest Wen residence, the two people who hadn't left fell to their knees with a plop.

Sheng's mother and daughter looked like puppets who had lost control. Because they didn't react, they were weak and their hands and feet were weak.

Sheng Miaoxuan was lying on her bed, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying, the calmness in her eyes was defeated, her pupils widened to the extreme, her lips were trembling non-stop.

She looked in the direction of the youth villa at an extremely slow speed, her fingers spasmodically clutching the bed sheet.

The movement of her body is to crawl over a little bit!

The muddy clear water only lasted for a few minutes before returning to a calm surface.

Sheng Miaoxuan, who stood up with difficulty, trembled all over. For some reason, when she thought of Wen Jue again, the fear that was several times stronger than before appeared in her mind.

Under this kind of fear that can drown all emotions, any negative emotions such as resentment and resentment cannot emerge at all.

She could only curl up, trying to empty her mind.

Duo Yao's whole body was glowing with heat, fine beads of sweat oozed out and were gently wiped off by someone, the continuous intimacy made him push the man resistingly.

While the young man closed his eyes, Wen Jue raised his eyelids, revealing dark and indifferent eyes. Even though he didn't see anything, he seemed to feel something in that direction.

The evil ghost was silent for a moment, then retreated unwillingly.

Wen Jue noticed that the young man was a little drowsy, so he restrained his movements reluctantly, gently rubbed the other's cheek, and coaxed softly, "Wash up and go to sleep."

Duo Yao raised her eyes and glared at him. The blush at the end of her eyes was still lingering, sparkling with brilliance, like a boundless wind and moon, intoxicating to the soul.

"You should go."

The author has something to say:

Oh shit, the second guy to be kicked out. (pointing point.jpg)