Lying in the arms of the senior brother wantonly

In the dark room, the bed curtain was pulled down to block the faint moonlight outside the window, and the already gloomy vision became even darker when the bed curtain fell.

Shen Gunian's pupils shrank slightly, and he was shocked, he couldn't detect any aura of someone in the room!

The darkness in the room blocked Shen Gunian's eyesight, and the sense of touch and tension in hearing and body increased rapidly.

The sound of clothes rubbing against the bed curtain, the small sound of clothes rubbing against the chest of the person behind him, and the panting of shortness of breath due to tension, all echoed in Shen Gunian's ears in slow motion.

The moment the bed curtain fell into the person's arms, Shen Gunian suddenly clenched the wrist around his waist, and quickly grabbed the bedpost with one hand, his heel caught the edge of the bed to prevent his body from falling backwards, and the hand that grabbed the bedpost pulled forward to break free from his waist shackles between.

However, before Shen Gunian could be happy, the hand that was grabbing the opponent's wrist was suddenly pulled away, and the wrist was grabbed by the backhand, pulling him into the bed.

The curtains on the bed vibrated slightly, and there was a brief sound of fighting on the bed, which stopped suddenly.

The moonlight outside the window sneaked into the room through the half-open window, and the cold moonlight fell on the hangings on the bed curtain.

Suddenly, deep laughter sounded from the bed.

The voice of Shen Gunian gnashing his teeth came from the bed: "Ji-Mo-Qing!!" He was nervous and worried for a long time, and finally realized that he was being tricked by someone.

In the dark bed, Shen Gunian's hands were imprisoned above his head, and his chest heaved and heaved fiercely due to the struggle for a long time.

One of his legs was held down by Jimo Qing's knee and he couldn't move, and the other half-lifted foot was also held tightly by Jimo Qing's ankle and couldn't break free.

"Little junior brother is quite skilled?" Jimo Qing's unique chuckling low voice, in the quiet and dark environment, was somewhat deceptive.

"Release." Shen Gu Niansheng moved his hands and feet unrequitedly.

Very good?

Too good to be completely unilaterally suppressed without the power to fight back?

He used to think proudly that aside from cultivating immortals and spells, he might not be defeated if he fights alone with his own skills. Unexpectedly, the slap in the face came so quickly, and he was already autistic.

Jimo Qing didn't let go of Shen Gu Nian's leg immediately, but moved his palm along his calf and sneaked up on his waist. When Shen Gu Nian realized it, he had already leaned on him, pinched his chin and bowed his head to kiss him.

Darkness encourages the growth of desire in people's hearts.

The bed curtain completely blocked the moonlight that came in, Shen Gunian adapted to the dark environment, but he could only vaguely see the outline of Mo Qing in his eyes.

When Jimoqing lowered his head and kissed him, Shen Gunian could only see clearly in the darkness, Jimoqing's pair of bright amber red phoenix eyes, and the familiar touch from his lips, there was no strong plundering, only gentle grinding.

Shen Gunian's breathing became disordered, and his calm heart beat wildly again in the quiet and gloomy environment, growing longing...

Between the kisses, Jimoqing chuckled with a hoarse voice: "Little brother...how did you find out about senior brother? Huh?"

These days, Shen Gunian has already gotten used to intimate contact with Jimo Qing, and he will no longer feel dizzy and dazed like drunk when kissing.

At most, it's just that the body is hot and wants to do something bad...

"Scent." Shen Gunian's breath was unsteady, and he squinted his eyes in the dark to respond to him, even rolling on his lips endlessly.

Jimoqing smiled softly, blending with his anxious breath: "Little brother, you mean that there is a fragrance on the body of the brother? Huh?"

Shen Gu Nian snorted nasally, sighed comfortably like a lazy cat, and said: "Sandalwood fragrance..."

After being pulled into the bed, he resisted and wrestled with Jimo Qing twice, he smelled the sandalwood fragrance from Jimo Qing's body, and then he was countered by Jimo Qing in a daze, unable to move.

"Really..." Jimo Qing's fiery breath sprayed into his ears, and sighed softly: "So there is a fragrance on my brother, heh..."

The "heh" sounded in his ears, and Shen Gunian trembled all over, and his reason returned instantly.

However, Jimoqing's lips moved from the corner of his lips to his chin, and asked: "Does my younger brother like the scent of my brother?"

Shen Gunian felt that Jimoqing's question was a bit dangerous, so he couldn't help swallowing, and said, "It's, is it okay?"

A man doesn't like being told that he has a fragrance, right?

Jimoqing regretted, "It's a pity..."

Shen Gunian took a deep breath, moved his wrist, and moved his suppressed legs to a certain place. His body froze for a moment, and he said in a stern voice: "Have you had enough trouble? Let me go."

If he doesn't let go, he is afraid that someone's will start to have no lower limit again.

Jimoqing sighed deeply, let go of Shen Gunian's hand in the dark, turned over and lay beside him.

However, Shen Gu Nian turned over and sat on him, took out the lighting beads from the storage bag, dispelled the darkness, and dispelled the beauty of the bed.

"Didn't you go back? Why did you come back again?" The golden beads were casually placed between the quilts on the bed, falling into half-light, but they could clearly see each other's appearance.

Jimoqing's gaze stayed on his deep red lips and the water stains reflected by the golden light, and her Danfeng eyes were dim.

Because the brightness of the lighting beads was not very bright, Shen Gunian didn't see the dangerous look in Jimo Qing's eyes, but subconsciously licked his numb lower lip, and said, "You can't come back for no reason, did something happen?"

He remembered and saw clearly that Jimo Qing and other disciples had indeed left the territory governed by Fengyumen.

But now that he appeared in his room, if the people from the Fengyumen found out, he could be captured by any crime.

Jimo Qing lifted his fingertips to draw back his drooping hair, patted the pillow beside him, and lazily said: "If you don't want to talk in detail, Junior Brother, you can continue to 'sit'. "

The width of this bed is quite enough for one person to sleep on, but it becomes much cramped if there are more Jimo Qings. Shen Gunian rolled over to hold him down just now, but he subconsciously resisted...

Sensitively aware that Jimo Qing was a little depressed, after thinking for a while, Shen Gunian obediently moved to his side, lay down, and said, "Can you say it?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, Shen Gunian saw the flash of regret in Jimo Qing's eyes in a daze?

After Shen Gu Nian really lay down obediently, Jimo Qing was about to speak, but was interrupted by Shen Gu Nian: "Wait..."

Shen Gunian got out of bed, walked to the window, and carefully closed the half-opened window.

Then he walked back to the bed and took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed very consciously, lay flat, and folded his hands on his abdomen.

After finishing this standard lying position, he moved his lower neck until the pillow was comfortable and said, "Okay, you can talk now."

Jimoqing waited for him to finish this series of actions, and laughed instantly, stretched out his hands to pinch his face, and smiled: "Little brother, why are you so funny."