After crossing, I became a group pet

Desire is like a tightly bursting firework, burning in nothingness, the fire point blooms like a shooting star, and after a brief extinction, a new firework rises into the sky.

The flesh is entangled to death, and the sound of panting is continuous.

Ling Ye sounded as gentle as possible, but Su Qingmian still cried in the double torment of pleasure and pain.

The two were doing things in the dark, sinking into the endless sea of ​​desire.

Su Qingmian hugged Ling Yesheng's waist tightly, not wanting to let go.

Ling Yesheng patted Su Qingmian's butt: "Get up."

"I do not."

"Clean it up, or it will be uncomfortable."

Ling Yesheng shook his head helplessly.

"you help me."

"I won't help you, can you come by yourself?" Ling Yesheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hugged the child whose body and legs were weak and unable to stand, "You sit on the blanket for a while, and I'll get some water."

"Okay." Su Qingmian just turned over and let go of Listening Yesheng.

Ling Yesheng put on a light gauze and stood up, pulled the clothes beside her to cover Su Qingmian's body.

Su Qingmian was so tired, drowsiness took root in his mind as soon as he lay down, and he didn't want to go. He rolled around with his clothes in his arms, and found a comfortable place to close his eyes.

There is still the aftertaste of the madness just now in the body, and I always feel that there is something between the legs that cannot be closed.

It's more comfortable to hug the clothes.

At the craziest time, Su Qingmian remembered that she seemed to cry, crying to make Ling Ye's voice softer, and Ling Ye's voice was hoarse, saying that he was soft enough.

The face is burning.

I didn't feel anything when I did it, and I had to face the sound of listening to the night after the terrible thing.

Su Qingmian covered her face with her clothes, and the drowsiness disappeared.

Ling Yesheng took out a bathtub from the storage space, used magic to conjure water, and heated it to a comfortable temperature.

Going to pull Su Qingmian up, hugged her into the tub, and took off her gauze to soak in the sound of the night.

The space in the bathtub is limited, and Ling Yesheng can only hold Su Qingmian in his arms, and wash off the white dirt behind him bit by bit with his fingers.

The nail scratched somewhere, and Su Qingmian hissed.

"Does it hurt?" Ling Yesheng slowed down his movements.

"It's kind of weird."

It doesn't hurt, but when it is scratched, the side is very numb, and the legs are getting weaker and weaker.

Su Qingmian felt like a disabled person. Without the support of the sound of the night, he could slip into the bathtub and drown.

"Strange enough to react?"

Su Qingmian looked down, and the cutie in front greeted him tremblingly.

Su Qingmian: "..."

Listening to the sound of the night and laughing.

Su Qingmian suddenly hooked Ling Yesheng's neck: "Then do it again."

"It will hurt you again." Ling Yesheng restrained faintly.

"I can heal myself." Su Qingmian's eyes were shining.

It hurts when doing this thing, but it is really refreshing afterward, which makes people have endless aftertaste, and the soul seems to be trembling.

Su Qingmian's body was tightly attached to Ling Yesheng's body, with gloves on, Ling Yesheng's breathing suddenly became short of breath, turned over Su Qingmian and pressed him to the edge of the tub, heaving behind him.

"Su Er, call me."

Su Qingmian opened her lips in the turbulent fascination: "Listen, listen to the sound of the night...ah, um..."

Ling Ye sounded dissatisfied, and tried a little harder: "The other one, you called me before."

"Little Tsundere?" Su Qingmian tilted her head to look at him: "Hiss...don't touch there, it's so itchy..."

"No."

"husband?"

Ling Ye's voice was hoarse: "Call again."

"Husband..." The voice was smashed into pieces by the fierce impact, "Husband, please slow down."

Ling Yesheng pinched Su Qingmian's chin, the tip of her tongue traced the shape of her lips, and kissed them in.

The shattered groans fluctuated from slow to fast, lingering and pathetic again and again, reaching the peak.

In the outside world, there are turbulent winds and clouds, and even more complicated relationships are hidden under the complex appearance. The thunder explodes silently, connecting everyone's fate together.

Someone is out for revenge.

Someone is defending their rights.

Someone is struggling.

Someone is struggling to survive.

The sea of ​​bitterness is kind and forgiving. Anyone can experience it in it. There is no limit to the number of times, no limit to the identity, and you can come whenever you want.

After tasting the bitterness, a little sweetness can be infinitely appreciated.

It was the Nth time that the sound of listening to the night helped Su Qingmian clean up, carried him out of the tub, dried her, and put on clean and soft clothes.

Su Qingmian cried more than once, her eyes were a little red and swollen.

He didn't have the energy to speak anymore, he rested his head on Ling Yesheng's chest naturally, grabbed his clothes, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When I woke up, the sound of listening to the night was gone.

Su Qingmian panicked for a while, the stone wall in front of her suddenly pierced upwards, slowly revealing Su Fuqian's figure.

Su Qingmian rubbed her eyes, Su Fuqian stepped in and hugged Su Qingmian into her arms.

But Su Qingmian pushed him away, with anger in her tone: "Why are you arrested too? Are you stupid? What's so good about the Black Tower? You came in too, brothers will be very worried."

Su Fuqian: "..."

After looking at Su Qingmian's body and making sure that he was not being treated harshly, he picked up Su Qingmian and walked out.

Su Qingmian: "???"

Oh, it turns out that the second brother was not arrested, he came to pick him up and go home.

Su Qingmian wanted to get out of Su Fukui's arms, but he was not injured... After Ling Yesheng's recuperation, his back was no longer painful or sore, and he could walk by himself.

"Let me hug you."

Sensing Su Qingmian's struggle, Su Fuqian whispered.

"OK then."

Su Qingmian didn't move.

Su Fuqian has always looked impatient and ready to run away at any time. Although he has a weak face, no one who knows him dares to act presumptuously in front of him. He is even more powerful than the King of Hades.

Therefore, when Su Fuyan said that sentence in such a gentle voice, Su Qingmian's first reaction was to be surprised, and the second reaction was to raise his arm and hook his second brother's shoulder.

These days when he was in the Black Tower, his brothers must be very worried.

Counting all the things that happened before, he found that he seemed to have been causing trouble for his brothers, and he had never thought about anything for them.

Su Qingmian blinked: "Brother, I want to eat home food."

"I'll eat when I get back."

"Brother, although I always blame you for being fierce to me, I actually like you very much."

"I know."

"Brother, I thank you."

"Don't tell me it's useless."

"Oh."

Su Qingmian couldn't help but said, "Brother, are you blushing?"

Su Fuqi paused, "Shut up."

Ju Wuci's plan was completely disrupted after wantonly imprisoning the wandering boys, and was resisted by many forces, even the creators Bai Shan and Xiang Wan came forward.

The two old seniors of Baishan Xiangwan also announced an event that shocked the world, that Su Qihua was killed in vain.

This was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Ling Yesheng took away Ju Wuci's military power and took back everything that belonged to him.

But after checking the list of soldiers and horses, there are still 50 soldiers and horses that do not match.

In the past tens of thousands of years, no one knows what method Ju Wuci used to privately detain as many as 50 soldiers and horses.

Ling Yesheng asked his subordinates to thoroughly investigate the matter, but there is no result yet.

Bai Shan Xiangwan naturally wanted Ju to die in vain.

They practiced their hands to kill Ju Yan, and the fatal blow was exactly the same as that of Su Qihua at that time.

Su Wuhuai refurbished the mausoleum for Su Qihua and rebuilt the clothes tomb. Several members of the Su family lived alone in the cemetery for more than a month.

The cemetery painted by Su Qi was in Yunmengze, and when he returned to Yunmengze, Su Qingmian relaxed a lot.

He still prefers the natural and fresh Yunmengze to the flashy and exaggerated appearance.

This may be related to the nature of his elves, elves like nature.

Su Qihua and his wife Liu Cheshu were buried together, and the four characters "My wife and I" are engraved on the stele.

Su Qingmian heard his brothers tell a lot about Su Qihua, it was a fatherly love he had never felt before.

After Tachibana died, the Law Enforcement Organization existed in name only, and now Langer is managing it.

Listening to the sound of the night makes people watch Langer closely. Once Langer makes any mistakes, he will take the opportunity to eliminate the law enforcement organization.

Too many things happened, Su Qingmian couldn't go to school properly, and when Wan Ke'er was busy with journals, she didn't have time to tutor him.

After returning to the Fuguang side, Su Qingmian would spare a little time every day to go to Xizhou Tianming Mansion to find Mu Ziyang who was still sleeping.

Su Qingmian often blamed him for being too lazy, Ju Wuci was dead, but he still didn't wake up, lazy like a pig.

He deliberately recited loudly in front of Mu Ziyang's bed: "If you don't wake up, my grades will catch up with yours."

But Mu Ziyang still didn't wake up.

Su Qingmian went to ask Ling Yesheng if there was any good solution, Ling Yesheng shook his head: "Give him more time."

Shengting Academy was on vacation, Su Qingmian thought that Mu Ziyang would wake up during the holiday, and then they went to class together, but Mu Ziyang didn't wake up until Shengting Academy was happy.

Mu Ziyang's three deacons were unhappy all day long. If Xizhou's destiny hadn't chased them away, they wouldn't even want to go to school.

Su Qingmian also has her own deacon, Wei Jihe.

Although Wei Jihe is a bit of a motherfucker, but whether it is ability or brains, Su Wuhuai said that Wei Jihe can be a good deacon.

With the addition of a deacon, there is no other change in life, except that every morning, I will be reluctantly woken up by the chirping voice of Wei Jihe, and then I will go to school even more reluctantly.

Sometimes after school, Wei Jihe can often be seen asking Zhiwu and Wanmingxu for advice on how to be a good deacon.

Su Qingmian was very pleased.

Zhiwu: "Being a good deacon is very simple, just run away when he is angry."

Wan Mingxu: "When he is empty, lonely and cold, give him a warm bed!"

Wei Jihe: "Is this enough? People think this is the way you treat your master, and it may not be suitable for Master Xiao Su."

"Applicable," Zhiwu said innocently, "It's all grown-ups, so there's nothing that doesn't apply."

Wan Mingxu chimed in: "That's right."

Su Qingmian: "..."

Before Zhiwu and Wan Mingxu taught Wei Jihe to destroy him, he hurriedly dragged Wei Jihe away.

Zhiwu and Wan Mingxu held back their laughter.