[Quick wear] The male partner always has his own ideas

Slowly, Luan Jiang's slightly frowned brows loosened.

He fell asleep.

I had no idea there was someone next to the bed.

But 0748 in his mind is awake. It was about to wake Luan Jiang up, but it was frightened by the man's eyes that seemed to penetrate Luan Jiang's body and sneak into his mind, trying to grab him out and crush him to death. No sound.

——The man's brows were frighteningly hostile, and blood was faintly floating in the bottom of his eyes, gloomy, like a man-eating beast crawling out of a sea of ​​blood from a mountain of corpses. Sen Leng Leng Han trembled.

0748 Scared.

It is really scary.

Qin Xun, Shen Lingxiu, Fu, and Shen Jin are all snake spirits who must live in a mental hospital, but the three of them at least have "fixed-term imprisonment" snake spirits.

And the man in front of him who looks like Qiu Heng but not quite like him is definitely, definitely a 'life sentence' and the kind that can't be released even if seven or eight people look at him.

Host, are you born with the physique of recruiting perverts QAQ.

0748 was crying.Aggrieved and scared, he rolled himself into a ball.

Nested in a corner, shivering.

"Qiu Heng" looked back at Luan Jiang again.

——Paranoid, morbid, and faintly clamoring madness.

"Qiu Heng" leaned over, and gently stroked the young man's face with his fingertips that were so cold that they had completely lost normal human temperature.

From eyes, to lips.

Bit by bit, what poured out was the ultimate possessive desire.

The darkness in the man's eyes grew more and more.

----

Luan Jiang had a dream.

An incomparably ambiguous and erotic dream.

His eyes were extremely dark, as if someone had covered his eyes with a black cloth.

All the remaining senses seem to be under a magnifying glass, gradually magnified to the extreme.

A pair of hands was stroking his face, and then he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

The man's fingertips were cold.

Every fall can make him tremble.

The fingertips are moving down.

Glide over collarbones, chest, belly...

Then, without any scruples and without lubrication, I plunged into the depths.

The young man trembled and grabbed the man's clothes with both hands, even his fingertips were trembling.

There was even a low, soft moan that overflowed from his mouth, like a young kitten curled up in a corner, howling it was unbearable.

Strangely, however, his eyes were closed from beginning to end.

Even though he was short of breath, he never showed any signs of waking up.

"Qiu Heng" pulled out his fingers, looked at the trembling little thing dripping viscous liquid under the young man's body, it was obscene and seductive, he laughed softly.

The dream continues.

Luan Jiang felt that his whole body was burning, and the unbearable heat made him keep getting closer to the cold place.

But his move made the extremely sharp blade and the soft and comfortable scabbard fit together almost perfectly.

The scabbard is sticky around the blade, and it is even being polished like a master without a teacher, making the blade harder and sharper, as if it will pierce the scabbard in the next second.

It takes time to sharpen a knife.

When the dawn was approaching, the blade that could barely be called "sharp" left the scabbard reluctantly.

A warm and soft scabbard is certainly good, but the owner of the scabbard definitely does not want to see the blade appearing in its scabbard after waking up.

The owner of the blade was well aware of this, and he drew it.

And the owner of the blade didn't forget to clean and wipe the scabbard, and a protective film was naturally applied at the end.

In this way, the scabbard will not be damaged.

----

The sunlight outside the window was so bright that it was already a little dazzling.

Luan Jiang sat up suddenly from the bed.

He was gasping for breath, his chest heaving up and down.

that dream...

So real.

It was so real that he even had the illusion that he was being put to sleep.

But there was nothing wrong with his body.

Luan Jiang put on his robe and came to the mirror with sweat dripping from his forehead.

Suddenly, his eyes froze.

He raised his hand, and lightly pressed his fingertips on the red mark on the lower part of the neck, which was so thick that it seemed to be stained with blood.

kiss?

[Someone entered my room last night? 】

0748 silently hugged himself tightly, [I don't know...]

When he said this, 0748's mind was full of the man who glanced back before leaving, and said in a cold voice——

"So what if you hide in his sea of ​​consciousness? You should know that it's easy for this deity to crush you to death."

This is definitely a threat! ! !

0748 will not say that it was scared to cry...

Some seniors told it that in the advanced world, such as cultivating immortals, no matter how powerful the system is, it has to be careful.

If this little trash doesn't hide, it will definitely be lost by that man! ! !

What's more, he can see it, and he must be able to hear the conversation between it and the host.

So 0748 was terrified, very terrified.

This level of abnormal snake spirit disease, it is better to leave it to the host to deal with it, um.

After all, no matter what the host is, it will only be fucked, but it will be spoiled in this world! ! !

What a terrifying comparison, QAQ.

Having figured it out, 0748 saw that his host had been pressing the strawberry seal and said nothing, so he hurriedly said again, in a crying tone: [I'm sorry, host, it's all because I slept too deeply, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…]

Luan Jiang, who was a little skeptical because of the slightly guilty tone before 0748, dispelled his doubts when he heard what it said.

[It's okay, I don't blame you. 】 He comforted.

After finding out that Luan Jiang really believed it, 0748 quietly made a small "yeah" with his hands behind him, and his acting skills have improved, awesome!

At this moment, a songbird flew over and landed on the window sill.

--come over.

It was Qiu Heng's voice.

The tone is as clear as cold jade, but the tone is as gentle as water.

Luan Jiang then fastened his coat, opened the door and went out.

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"Master." Luan Jiang shouted, waking up the man who was resting on the seat with his eyes closed.

Qiu Heng opened his eyes, his eyes were originally as clear as a silent ancient pool, but the next moment, the ancient pool seemed to be greeted with a violent storm that did not belong to it, stirring up terrifying waves.

—Hickey, very deep.

Qiu Heng's hand pressed the chair handle, almost deforming it.

"Come here," he said.

Underneath the voice was the desire to suppress destruction.

The several worlds have been together for hundreds of years, so even though Qiu Heng pretended to be indifferent, Luan Jiang still knew very well that his heart had been turned upside down.

Isn't this mark made by Qiu Heng?

While thinking wildly, Luan Jiang walked towards Qiu Heng, her fingertips inadvertently slipped across the red mark on her neck.

Who would that be...

Luan Jiang stopped when he was about one meter away from Qiu Heng. As soon as he stood still, he was dragged forward by someone——

Half fell into Qiu Heng's arms.

The cool snow wood fragrance lingers in the nose.

"Master... um..."

The voice turned into a panting.

——Qiu Heng's slightly cold fingertips were kneading the red mark on Luan Jiang's neck.

Sometimes it's light, sometimes it's heavy.

Filled with a deep and thick possessive desire.

Luan Jiang's breathing became more and more unsteady, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and his legs were almost kneeling on the ground.

He tightly clutched the corner of Qiu Heng's clothes, not understanding how this body could be so sensitive...

0748, who was stealthily being a melon-eating crowd, silently covered his face, good guy, the result of being played with for a whole night is that his host is now about to be pushed to orgasm by Qiu Heng's finger.

terrible.

He has no memory of last night.

Qiu Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, the displeasure and boredom in his heart almost overflowed.

Luan Jiangruan was in his arms, out of breath.

"Master...Master...ha..."

With a panting voice, it is sticky and hooking, which can be called fairy music.

There was a deep darkness in Qiu Heng's eyes, but in an instant, he was completely suppressed by him.

To Qiu Heng, the word "Master" is a shackle.

He withdrew his hand, wiped away the hot tears from the corners of the eyes of the person in his arms, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Get up."

How could Luan Jiang stand up.

He tilted his head up slightly, still breathing calmly, his slightly white fingertips had already wrinkled Qiu Heng's clothes, and said softly without knowing it, "Master, help me."

——Master, help me.

Looking at the young man with a bright spring face, Qiu Heng's heart was almost flooded.

However, in the next second, it all retreated.

Because Luan Jiang's next sentence was: "I can't stand up."

Hearing this, Qiu Heng sighed softly, helped the young man into his arms, and let him rest.

Just a little.