The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Xiao Su looked at his fair face for a while, and couldn't help but raised his hand and squeezed it.

It's soft, but because Zhaoyan is very thin, it doesn't feel full.

On the contrary, the lip shape is delicate, like a bud in bud, it looks fleshy.

Xiao Su paused in concentration, aimed at Zhaoyan's lips, leaned over and bit them down.

The place where the soft lips meet the teeth is slightly sunken, accompanied by an uncomfortable touch, causing Zhaoyan to make a short and sleepy whimper in his sleep to express his dissatisfaction.

Xiao Su's eyes darkened, and he intensified his strength amidst his groaning, the pain made it clear that his dream was disturbed, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was about to wake up.

Xiao Su immediately let him go.

He licked the teeth marks on the omega's plump lips, and put an end to this charming tease.

Zhaoyan frowned, and slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at Xiao Su in confusion, but the other party's eyes were closed tightly, as if he was still concentrating on his cultivation.

It seems that the disturbance just now was an illusion.

Zhaoyan withdrew his gaze, raised his hand to hold Xiao Su's clothes tightly, found a comfortable position on the other's lap and continued to sleep.

It's getting dark.

The candles in the cave are brightly lit, and the halo is sprinkled on the stone wall, and the water is pouring on the ground, flowing onto the white clothes hanging on the ground.

"How long do you plan to sleep?" Xiao Su finished adjusting his breath, saw Zhao Yan's sleepless look, and reminded him aloud.

Zhaoyan murmured "hmm" in a daze, quickly supported his body with his arms, and rubbed his eyes slowly: "I'm awake."

"If my deity remembers correctly, you slept until noon today and didn't get up."

"A little sleepy." Zhao Yan's voice was still a little hoarse, he looked at Xiao Su tremblingly, and whispered, "Yesterday, I didn't sleep well."

"The physique is really poor." Xiao Su got up from the stone chair and walked towards the exit.

Zhaoyan followed immediately, "Where are we going now?"

"You go back to the bedroom to eat." Xiao Su said without turning his head.

"What about you?" Zhaoyan looked at the tall and straight figure of the other party, his brown eyes flickered slightly under the candlelight.

He thought, Xiao Su is very good-looking.

The shoulders are broad, the muscles are muscular, the belt draws out the flexible curve of the waist, the legs are slender and slender hidden under the black jacket, and the aura is strong, giving people a sense of strength and oppression in a high position for a long time.

If this is an alpha, it should be an outstanding top-level alpha, whether it is on campus or in the workplace, it will be very popular...

"When will the deity tell you the whereabouts?" Xiao Su suddenly stood still, and turned to look at Zhaoyan.

Zhaoyan reacted very quickly to stop, so as not to bump into each other.

He hastily pursed his lips, thinking that Xiao Su was upset again, so his voice was broken: "I just... want to ask... It doesn't matter if you don't tell me."

Omega's intimacy and disappointment were obvious, but when questioned a little, those big round eyes soon became wet as if soaked in water.

Xiao Su's fierce eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes were full of inquiry: "Want to follow this deity?"

Zhaoyan was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes, and nodded according to his heart.

A faint smile appeared on the corners of Xiao Su's lips. He had already heard the answer he wanted, but he insisted on asking to the end like he was bullying him: "The reason."

Zhaoyan clenched the robe in his hand awkwardly, and didn't dare to glance at the tip of his shoes: "I want to have dinner with you."

"This deity doesn't need food." Xiao Su said, "It's not like you don't know."

"You are on the side, sit down."

Xiao Su stopped talking.

In the silence, Zhaoyan seemed to realize that he had made too much of a request, his cheeks flushed a little bit, and he felt a little hot.

"I'm sorry...you can go if you want to be busy, I'll go back alone..."

Zhaoyan apologized, his voice still tinged with tears.

"I don't think your life was that good before." Xiao Suren smiled, he roughly grabbed Zhaoyan's arm, and dragged Zhaoyan to the exit together, "Why are you so delicate?"

Zhaoyan was held by him, even though his wrist was a little painful from the other party's pinching, the tears in his eyes dissipated little by little.

With a gentle voice, he shook his head: "I'm not delicate."

"Bujiao, do you cry three or four times a day in front of this deity?"

"I can't control this." Zhao Yan looked at Xiao Su's heels, and answered seriously, "Father said that mother also cried a lot, and he said it was hereditary."

Xiao Su frowned when he heard this, "I advise you to forget about them."

"Ah?" Zhaoyan raised his head in bewilderment, "Why did you forget..."

"I raised you skinny and bruised, and I don't like it."

Zhaoyan couldn't understand the meaning of the other person's words, as if he was speaking for himself, but his tone seemed to dislike his body for not being good-looking enough.

He murmured in a nasal voice: "Mother is very good, father... sometimes is also very good, I don't want to forget."

Xiao Su's hands tightened a little, and he sneered: "It's fine, but I warn you, if I catch you running away again, you can go home or go to Lingshan to find someone else, I will strip you naked Hang in the cave and play until the deity gets tired of it."

Zhaoyan's mind was completely wiped out by prying eyes, and the current threat hit the nail on the head, and he couldn't help shivering.

"Do you want me to stay in Hanshan?" Zhaoyan didn't know the purpose of asking this sentence, and didn't know if there was any expectation for a good answer in this sentence. He looked up at Xiao Su with an expression Good and pitiful, like a little stray dog ​​that was picked up.

"Wait until you can play the role of the cauldron and help this deity achieve his goal." Xiao Su's answer was very sincere.

Very indifferent.

Zhaoyan's pupils trembled in disappointment immediately: "So you don't want others to bully me, but also because you want to save my life so that I can help you later?"

"Otherwise." Xiao Su keenly sensed that something was wrong with the voice behind him, turned around, met Zhao Yan's sharp red eyes, and frowned, "Why are you crying?"

The corners of Zhao Yan's lips curled up uncontrollably, and he withdrew his wrist from Xiao Su's palm little by little, sucked his nose, and said hoarsely, "I don't want to have dinner with you now."

Xiao Su: "?"

Zhaoyan lowered his head and took a few steps back to distance himself from the opponent.

This eagerness to isolate Xiao Su from him was like pouring a handful of oil on the flames between Xiao Su's eyebrows, causing Xiao Su's anger to explode instantly.

He pulled Zhaoyan back to his side again, and was about to speak a warning, when he caught a glimpse of the tears running down his pale face, he froze for a moment.

"Tell me what you're thinking." Xiao Su suppressed all his anger and adjusted his tone.

"...I'm just, a little sad." Zhaoyan stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously, trying to make it more obedient, and don't always make his posture so embarrassing.

"Because of the deity?" Xiao Su pulled away his hand that had been resting on his eyes for too long, and as expected, his thin eyelids turned red.

Zhaoyan shook his head, then nodded again after a while.

Xiao Su looked at him for a long time, Zhao Yan's beautiful face and humble appearance of shrunken body stayed in his pupils that were deeper than the night.

He put his hands on Zhaoyan's shoulders, and licked his lips in the omega's frightened stare: "It really is after the picking that I learned to get close to the deity."

Zhao Yan was too uncomfortable.

"It has nothing to do with picking..." Zhao Yan denied, he frowned, trying to speak clearly, "I am very touched that you protect me... But you protect me because I am a furnace, I am not happy..."

Zhao Yan turned his head away, unwilling to look directly at Xiao Su again: "I'm not a furnace, so I can't feel at ease."

Xiao Su didn't understand why Zhaoyan was so resistant to admitting that he was Luding, but he was already tired of answering this question.

Sighing, Xiao Su reached out and rubbed Zhaoyan's hair.

Zhao Yan's lack of love looked really pitiful, Xiao Su simply hugged him into his arms, and patted his thin back lightly: "Okay, I will take you to dinner."

Zhaoyan was forced to lie down on the opponent's generous chest, feeling heavy and mixed.

The faint sandalwood on Xiao Su's body could not comfort him either.

After Zhaoyan had dinner at night, he climbed into bed and prepared to rest.

Xiao Su was planning to go to Cangxue Town again today, and a disciple came to report that Yun Xiangyi was involved in the murder of thirteen sects, and Xiao Su became interested in it.

But looking back at Zhaoyan who covered himself in the quilt as soon as he got into bed, Xiao Su pondered for a long time, then turned his footsteps.

He walked to the side of the bed, sat down and pulled the quilt away, so that the other party showed his delicate face, and said with a smile, "You're so lazy, haven't you slept enough?"

Zhaoyan's thoughts are very chaotic, not because he wants to sleep, but because he needs to take care of his emotions.

"No, don't sleep." After Zhaoyan finished speaking, he buried half of his face in the quilt, leaving only a pair of beautiful almond eyes drooping in disappointment.

Xiao Su lifted all the quilts, turned on the bed, and pulled Zhaoyan into his arms: "Since I don't want to sleep, I will do other things with my deity."

He took out the medicine bottle that Fengyue handed over from his waist last time, twisted one and brought it to Zhaoyan's lips: "Open your mouth."

Zhaoyan remembered the medicine bottle, he began to avoid Xiao Su's gaze, stubbornly unwilling to open his mouth.

"Do I have to scold you?"

"It's not a stove, I don't want to eat it..." Zhao Yan turned his head and buried his face in Xiao Su's chest, as if he was hiding it.

Xiao Su patted his butt lightly, half coaxing and half threatening: "My patience is limited, I will give you another chance to be obedient."

Zhaoyan clenched his clothes tightly, and buried his face even deeper.

"Tsk." Xiao Su said, "I don't have a long memory."

After speaking, he began to reach out to untie Zhaoyan's belt.

Zhaoyan was so startled that he poked his head out of his arms and grabbed his hand: "You, take off my clothes?"

"The mouth on top of you is disobedient, so I can only find a place where you can be obedient." Xiao Su's smile was really abhorrent, "This medicine is precious, you can't waste any of it."

Zhao Yan's eyes were wide open due to extreme embarrassment.

With a trembling body, he pushed Xiao Su's chest: "What do you want to do? You can't do this..."

"Punishment." Xiao Su's tone revealed feigned regret, "I gave you a chance, but you missed it."

"I'll take it now." Zhao Yan burst into tears, he hurriedly grabbed Xiao Su's hand, begging desperately, "Give me the medicine, I'll take it right away..."

Xiao Su looked down at the other person's trembling back over and over again, that embarrassing and thin body for a moment aroused people's pity, and he could no longer play tricks on him.

"Forget it." Xiao Su put the medicine between his teeth, and hooked Zhaoyan, "Come and eat."