Quick Transmigration: Male God, why are you blackened again?

kiss him...

Qin Ge felt like being struck by lightning.

Rao Qin Ge's consciousness is only half awake, and the other half is in a trance. Just that half of consciousness is enough to make him feel the strangeness on his lips. It seems that there are tiny sparks flying between the lips, stirring up a burst of fire from the soul. trembling.

Then, his whole body, from mind to body, was burnt out like a lightning strike.

Huo Beiyuan thought of the scenes he saw during the day, even though he knew that Jiang Yanqing might just be hotheaded and a bit of a cheap mouth, even if he knew that the young man had clearly and unequivocally said that he didn't like Jiang Yanqing's type, but after hearing what Jiang Yanqing said In other words, men still have a feeling that their treasures are being coveted...deeply displeased.

Like a dragon guarding a treasure, when he learned that a human had found a beautiful and precious treasure in his cave, he couldn't help becoming aggressive, and silently locked his treasure tighter.

Because the paranoia and possessive desire deep in his heart were aroused, Huo Beiyuan's actions inevitably got a little out of control.

He is like a thief stealing fragrance and beauty, taking advantage of the night to act recklessly.

"... Fuck, Huo Beiyuan, are you a dog?" The young man who had opened his eyes at some point gasped.

Clearly the mouth is fragrant, but, due to lack of oxygen, there is a blush at the end of the eyes, and the voice that was originally mixed with a trace of annoyance is also rare and soft. The bright and intoxicating anger that seems to be drunk is flowing in it.

"If you don't sleep at night, do you have some serious illness?!"

Qin Ge, who was a little annoyed, thought that the old man had to panic for a while when he was found out by the rightful owner and the corners of his lips were gnawed on late at night. Give him a reasonable explanation, shall we?

Unexpectedly, there was no sign of panic or guilty conscience on the man's face at all. Mo Zhuo's pupils were deeper and farther than tonight's night, and the whole person and the night seemed to be integrated into one.

He didn't let go of his slender fingers on Qin Ge's chin, and his heavy breath was covered with hotness, but his voice was horribly low and cold, "Uncle is sick...Only you can cure it."

These words, whether combined with the current environment comparable to the atmosphere of a horror movie, or the man's tone of voice, really don't sound like sweet love words.

However, Qin Ge felt as if his heart was hit by something unexpectedly, and the breath of waking up that disturbed his sleep and the tingling sensation on his lips suddenly disappeared without a trace.

It's not that he hasn't seen the world, and would be flustered when encountering such a situation, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

Hearing this, Qin Ge pushed Huo Beiyuan's hand away and sat up halfway.

He leaned lazily against the head of the bed, and was not in a hurry to turn on the light. Looking at the darkness, he narrowed his beautiful eyes, and his probing eyes fell on the man's face not far away through the night.

After a few seconds, or longer, the young man bent one leg unrestrainedly, his gorgeous lips slowly curved in an inexplicable arc, and he elongated his tone with a half-smile, and asked:

"I said Uncle Huo, don't you... like me?"

Huo Beiyuan had already sat up straight, and a black ice silk nightgown was hanging loosely on his body, exposing a line of collarbone and chest. It was a charm and sexiness that was difficult for others to see in ordinary times, as if it could turn all living beings upside down.

Her slender, white fingers tapped on the armrest.

He said lightly:

"Come on, keep talking."

Qin Ge pulled his lower lip.

Gee.

Still don't admit it.

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly, then leaned closer to the man, lowered his tone and asked in his ear, with a hint of sarcasm hidden in his voice:

"Tell me... How many times have you secretly kissed me like this tonight?"

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