Step into the clouds

The tavern without a signboard is dark, deserted, and dilapidated. There is a long table in the middle, and an oil lamp is placed on it. The lamp is like a bean, and the candle is flickering.

The owner of the tavern, Liu Hu, is 21 years old. He has a scar on his face. He is a practicing family. At this moment, shopkeeper Liu is walking towards the only table of guests in the tavern with his own rice wine.

In the northwest corner, where the light cannot reach, there are two men sitting, one is handsome and luxuriously dressed, holding a wine glass and not drinking, frowning at the stain on the rim of the glass.The other person was lying on the table with his face hidden in his arms, holding an empty cup in his right hand, and quietly clenched his fist with his left hand under the table, clenched too tightly, his hand trembled slightly, as if he was trying to suppress something.

Shopkeeper Liu walked up to the handsome young man, put the cup and plate on the table, pointed his mouth at the side, and asked softly, "Why did you drink and get down? Asleep?"

The handsome young man was naturally Yunze, and he replied: "I've been asleep for a long time. Brother Ping was arguing to drink the wine brewed by Brother Liu, but he fell asleep as soon as Brother Liu entered the back hall."

Shopkeeper Liu glanced at Xiao Ping who was lying at the desk, and saw that he was not asleep. He filled Yunze with wine, and while Yunze was drinking, he turned sideways to block Yunze's sight, and reached under the table to find Xiao Ping holding a cup of wine. He squeezed the fisting hand in a comforting way, felt that Xiao Ping's hand was no longer shaking, straightened up, and poured another glass of wine for Yunze.

Yunze signaled that he would stop drinking, took out his folding fan and shook it leisurely, looking at ease, "Brother Liu seems to be very familiar with Brother Ping?"

Shopkeeper Liu put down the jug, "I have been with my elder brother since my father died, and it has been 12 years. My elder brother and I opened this tavern together, and I will take care of it. He will come here when he is free. The courtyard behind the tavern is where he lives."

12 years?Does this mean that Xiao Ping knew this person before he became his bodyguard?Yunze felt a little uncomfortable, and asked casually, "How did Brother Liu get the scar on his face?"

"My father was hunted down by the assassin Chen Pi, and I was injured at that time."

Yunze wanted to ask a lot of questions, but this person answered them impeccably, with a lot of power, he really couldn't ask any questions.For some reason, the atmosphere was tense.

"How long have Mr. Yun and elder brother known each other?" Yun Ze didn't speak, and it was Shopkeeper Liu's turn to ask.

Yun Ze smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's not as long as Brother Liu."

Shopkeeper Liu also laughed: "It's not about the length of time, but the depth of friendship. My eldest brother and I are the only confidantes in each other's life." Shopkeeper Liu sat next to Xiao Ping, looking at Xiao Ping with a very strange look, that kind of Yunze's eyes are so familiar, they are exactly the same as Xiao Ping's eyes when he used to look at himself.

Yun Ze felt even more uncomfortable. At this moment, he discovered that Xiao Ping, whom he had always thought he could control, actually had many things he didn't understand. Is the Xiao Ping he saw the real Xiao Ping?

"Mr. Yun, do you know the old name of the elder brother?" Shopkeeper Liu said triumphantly, with a showy tone, "He used to be called a hyena because he killed people like a mad dog. He would not let go if he bit him. There is no possibility of escaping the person he is targeting, so he..."

Yun Ze interrupted: "It doesn't matter what his name was before, what matters is that he is called Xiao Ping now." Yun Ze stared into shopkeeper Liu's eyes, paused every word, and said sternly, "I, Qi, De, Xiao Ping ,flat."

The smell of gunpowder between the two became more and more intense. Xiao Ping, who was lying on the table, couldn't put it on. He coughed, raised his head from his arms, and called out to Yunze: "Master Thirteen..."

Yunze immediately put away his vicious look, and responded, "Brother Ping..."

The voice was so sweet that shopkeeper Liu had goose bumps all over his body.

Xiao Ping supported the table and stood up, the smell of alcohol was rising, his head was heavy, another kind of heat that was more unbearable than the smell of alcohol was rushing around in his body, and he couldn't suppress it with his exercise. A certain part of the body did not listen to his command, which made Xiao Ping a little at a loss and a little embarrassed.

Shopkeeper Liu and Yun Ze stood on each side to support Xiao Ping.

Shopkeeper Liu said: "Brother, go to the backyard to rest."

Yunze said: "Brother Ping, let's go home."

Shopkeeper Liu said: "Brother drank too much, how can he support Huiyun Mansion, so just sleep here, Mr. Yun is so inconsiderate of servants?"

"How can a bed outside compare to the comfort of home?"

"Young Master Yun is right. The outside is indeed not as good as home. For eldest brother, the Yun family is not home. This tavern is home."

The two were still arguing, but Xiao Ping's body sank, and he fell into a coma.

Yunze had no choice but to support Xiao Ping and rest in the backyard of the tavern.

Chasing shopkeeper Liu away, Yunze locked the door, returned to the bed, grabbed Xiao Ping by the collar, and shouted, "Get up, do you still want to pretend to be asleep?"

Xiao Ping opened his eyes in a daze, and looked around in a daze, his eyes were out of focus.

"You pretended to be asleep at the wine table just now, don't think I don't know, that person surnamed Liu went under the table to shake your hand!" Yun Ze said angrily, "Why are you pretending to be asleep?"

"I……"

"Say!"

Xiao Ping lowered his head, not daring to look at Yunze, "I'm using kung fu to suppress..."

"Suppress what?"

This time Xiao Ping's mouth seemed to be stuck, no matter what Yunze asked, he refused to say anything, and only watched Yunze's loose collar secretly from the corner of his eye, the snow-white skin shook Xiao Ping's body. Eyes, heart beating, grabbing the hand that was holding his collar, and rubbing it.

Yunze was so close to him, so close that he could sniff him as long as he moved forward.

There is a kind of fragrance on Yunze's body, like the rice cakes his mother gave him when he was a child, exuding a seductive smell.He grabbed his hand and pressed it to his face, looking at him with fascinated, excited, naked eyes.

He is so beautiful, the kind of beauty between a man and a boy, with big black eyes, a straight nose bridge, and firm lips. I really wish I could hug him, kiss him, and lick him like a dog. He licked his feet, but he couldn't be his dog, he could only be his brother. Realizing this, Xiao Ping felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head, and he instantly sobered up.

"Master Thirteen, go away, something is wrong with me..."

He let go of his hand.

Yunze looked at him puzzled. "What's the matter with you? I remember that you drink very well, so you shouldn't be too drunk, right?"

Yunze remembered the last time Xiao Ping was drunk and drank more than three times as much as today. He didn't make trouble when he was drunk last time. Forget all about getting drunk.

"Master Thirteen, hurry up, don't stay with me." Xiao Ping pulled Yunze towards the door, stopped at the window, and stretched out his hand to push.

Yunze stopped: "What are you doing?"

Xiao Ping said seriously: "Why can't this door be pushed open?" Turning around, he called, "Xiaohu, Xiaohu, open the door of our house!" Xiao Ping was so drunk that he couldn't distinguish the door and the window.

Yunze couldn't help laughing, he held Xiao Ping while laughing, "You are so drunk, tell me, who am I?"

"Cloud Thirteen."

"who are you?"

"Xiao Ping."

Yunze held back a smile and asked, "Who am I to you?"

"younger brother."

Yun Ze was taken aback for a moment, his expression became strange.

"Then who are you to me?"

"I'm your dog."

Yunze was sure that Xiao Ping was completely drunk, so he reached out to stop him, trying to help him to sleep on the bed.Xiao Ping grabbed his hand, pulled him into his arms suddenly, then supported his head with both hands, and suddenly went to kiss him.

The body in his arms trembled slightly, whether it was fear or anger, which aroused the man's natural desire to conquer.Xiao Ping took off his clothes, pressed him on the bed, covered him, and pressed him tightly so that he couldn't move.

Yunze might be angry or shy, his cheeks were red, and he stared at Xiao Ping with wide eyes, a look of astonishment, as if he didn't quite understand what happened until now.His eyes were clear and innocent, and his expression was shameless and angry. The clothes on his upper body were stripped off by Xiao Ping, and his jade-like chest was exposed in the air. With his breathing, Xiao Ping could feel the The beating of his heart and the feeling of skin/skin contact made Xiao Ping roar unbearably, his eyes turned red.

Desire/desire is coming fiercely, Xiao Ping is like a beast with hair/passion but is trying to suppress it, joy and pain at the same time.

The long-standing forbearance has broken out, and the long-awaited is only for today's moment.Xiao Ping is very clear-headed. He clearly knows how he will be treated at dawn tomorrow. Maybe the Thirteenth Master killed himself in a rage, but he already has today, so why should he care about tomorrow?The Thirteenth Lord is under him today, as long as he survives today, this life will be worth it.

He wanted to understand that Ding Mao's poison dart with alcohol would trigger people's passion/desire. To be honest, it's no big deal to be hit with aphrodisiac/medicine, and it doesn't necessarily have to be like this to Yunze.

He just didn't want to take it anymore.

He had given him the chance to escape.

He is a man.

Lying on the bed was the only person he loved deeply in his life.

It is not a man who can hold back at this time.

He pulled off his pants.

Sudden accident.

A white light flashed across, and the cold air surged violently. Xiao Ping shuddered, his eyes blurred, and he saw Yun Ze take out a dagger from nowhere and lay it across his neck.

Xiao Ping is an assassin, and with his vigilance as an assassin, he didn't realize when Yun Ze went to get the dagger. This dagger was Xiao Ping's birthday gift to Yun Ze. No one knows the sharpness of a dagger better than Xiao Ping. .Xiao Ping's first thought was relief. The Thirteenth Lord, whom he was willing to protect with his life, already had the ability to protect himself.The second feeling is admiration. Yuncheng said that Yunze is a genius, and he was right, he couldn't even see his movements clearly.

Yunze was still panting slightly, and there was still a blush on his face that hadn't faded away in time.

"Don't be like this, I don't like things that I can't control."

Xiao Ping was expressionless.

"I... I don't want to be like this for the first time. I hope it will be good. At least, that person should be sober. If you are drunk, you will forget everything today when you wake up tomorrow." Everyone has something wrong with being drunk , Xiao Ping's problem is that he has no memory of what happened after he was drunk, and his memory has faults.

Xiao Ping remained motionless.

"And... will it hurt? Brother Ping is a kind person, and he never forces others."

It's true, Xiao Ping never forces others. In the current scene, Xiao Ping would let anyone else go. Only Yunze he can't let go, because he loves Yunze.

After today, even if you die, you will rest in peace.

He only wants today.

So he pressed down without even the slightest hesitation.

The dagger immediately drew a red line on the side of the neck.

Yunze exclaimed, and watched Xiao Ping push down helplessly.Suddenly he understood that for Xiao Ping, dying at the hands of Yunze was actually a good thing.Either kill him or be killed by him...

Yunze put down his hand helplessly, and threw the dagger at the corner of the bed.

"Brother Ping! Why do you want to..."

Xiao Ping kissed his mouth,

(It will be omitted below. If you open the customization, it will be completed in the customization. There are about [-] characters in the draft here, or do you have any good way to let the readers see it without going to the author? I used to apply for a public mailbox when I wrote the article about Yang Jian and Monkey King, but now I am afraid that it will be traced, so I deleted it. If you have any good and foolproof methods, please leave a message below and discuss together.)