When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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The originally fragile nerves became crushed under such a stimulating provocation, and the cold snow water melted and poured on the lava that was about to erupt.

You Heng was repeatedly whipped by these two stimuli, his eye sockets became scarlet, he accelerated his walking speed, and leaped onto the high platform.

He originally thought that he would mind that the other party was not a woman, but Qian Ling in front of him was as beautiful as a dream, and had already surpassed the absolute constraints of ordinary gender.

Even he himself didn't understand why.

You Heng knelt down slowly in front of him reverently, the expression on his face was an obsession that he himself had never understood, and his whole heart was tied to the person in front of him.

He tentatively raised his hand, and carefully touched Qianling's cheek. The familiar touch under his palm was like tofu, and it seemed that it would be broken with a slight force.

You Heng couldn't help reducing his strength, but he froze in the next moment.

The young man who was as beautiful as a goblin in front of him raised his hand and held his palm, rubbing his delicate cheeks, like a coquettish kitten.

"You Heng, don't you even like me?"

His voice is also soft and waxy, with a soft tail tune, as if a feather has been gently brushed over the tip of his heart, causing tremors.

You Heng was trembling slightly, "How could that be?"

"Then why don't you touch me?" The kitten-like boy stood up and approached you suddenly, almost touching the tip of You Heng's nose. Me? Let me wear the wedding dress, it will only belong to you... okay?"

The faint fragrance on Qian Ling's body was more intense than usual, and every word he said was like bewitching, hitting You Heng's reason that had been resisting for a long time.

The sweetness wrapped around him.

Sweat dripped from the corners of You Heng's forehead, and the corners of his tightly pursed mouth formed a straight line, obviously he had endured to the extreme.

The boy's body temperature gradually spread, the hot earlobe was pinched by a cold finger, Qian Ling slowly opened his mouth, and pressed against the corner of his lips, "Kiss me."

The short two words instantly shattered all of You Heng's rationality, and he was swept into the deep ocean waves. When the shell of hypocrisy was broken, all his thoughts were only on the person in front of him.

It was not restraint, but the indescribable joy of finally getting what he wanted, and he was eager to pass this emotion to the other party.

Qian Ling's pitiful dominance was quickly overthrown, and You Heng's kiss was urgent and fierce, as if he wanted to eat him whole, and instantly buried a few small snorts from his nasal cavity.

You Heng was full of blood, especially felt that it was not enough, so he clasped the man's shoulder and fell back.

After a lot of tossing around, the gauze that was already light and thin became even more revealing, revealing a white and tender undertone.

You Heng clasped Qianling's wrist and pressed it to the ground. The runes on the high platform were carved with seals, and the texture was rough.

But all these seemed to be ignored by You Heng, he only thought about the boy in front of him.

The two were so close that they even exchanged body temperature.

You Heng's scorching breath sprayed on Qian Ling's cheek, and eagerly kissed her again.

Qianling's lips are full and beautiful in shape, and there is a small and lovely bead in the middle of the upper lip. Under You Heng's care, it is as rosy as a ripe berry waiting to be picked. Sweet and delicious juice.

"Well."

The boy frowned impatiently.

You Heng pulled out a hand, smoothed the gap between his brows, but didn't stop for a moment, kissing each other more deeply, as if treating a god.

Even if there is an abyss ahead, I am afraid that the other party will willingly step on it.

Such a sudden active approach is really like a dream, and he has won the top prize.

He is the luckiest gambler.

You Heng just felt that this kind of intimacy was not enough, he was almost obsessed with wanting to go further, to see more of Qian Ling's expressions.

Thinking of this, You Heng didn't waste any time, pinching his soft cheeks with his fingers.

Men seem to be born with unlimited learning potential for this kind of thing, from being eager and young at the beginning to gradually mastering the rhythm, and even coaxing Qianling who knows nothing about it a little bit.

It's like peeling off the cellophane on the outer layer of fruit candy, and the soft candy inside is soft and sweet. When you bite it down, the most fragrant fruit sandwich flows out.

The kitten who is being bullied can only stretch out its paws, but dare not really scratch and bite hard. This will undoubtedly make someone more successful.

He explored a little bit, completely forgetting that the current venue is not suitable, and the fresh knowledge made him immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

when the peak is about to be reached.

"Wait, wait a minute," the little cat stretched out his finger and pressed it against You Heng's lips. The slender eyelashes were stained with crystal drops of water, like a flower absorbing the morning dew. When he laughed, the corners of his lips sank With a soft arc, "Do you really like me?"

You Heng swallowed, and hummed.

"That……"

The young man in front of him stretched out his hand actively, hooked the back of Rang's neck with his slender and tender arms and pressed down, his ruddy lips pressed tightly against his earlobe, and every trace of fragrance that he exhaled penetrated into his ears.

You Heng sniffed deeply the fragrance in the hair.

The boy suddenly chuckled, the voice was still so bewitching, but it was more chilly, "Then You Heng, are you willing to die for me?"

The surrounding scenes collapsed and fell into a thick darkness like ink.

The boy in front of him withered instantly like a flower, You Heng's pupils trembled violently, he stretched out his hand, and as a gust of cool wind blew by, he clenched his fist tightly, all the dust was blown away by the wind, only the residual temperature in his palm proved that everything just now existed .

You Heng punched the ground hard.

His strength was great, and the rough runes scratched his finger joints in an instant.

His eyeballs were covered with ferocious bloodshot, and his blood was boiling, as if he couldn't feel the pain in his hands at all.

In the darkness that was as dead as the deep sea, suddenly there was a subtle, ambiguous sound that gradually came over.

Like he heard it wrong, but the sound was getting more and more obvious, like the whimpering of some poor baby animal.

You Heng raised his eyes to look for the source of the sound, and what he saw was a very familiar double bed, with bright red happy characters written on the bright and dazzling red quilt.

On the bed was the person he loved the most and the brother he respected the most.

The figures of the two were intimate, and the small voices kept coming, as if they hadn't noticed his existence at all.

"What if there is a baby?"

"Honey, I want to kiss you."

You Heng has never been so angry as he is now, the blood in his body is rushing through his veins, like thousands of wild beasts biting his body at the same time.

He stood up supporting his heavy body, desperately wanting to tear everything in front of him to shreds.

Just when You Heng touched the corner of the bed, the scene in front of him collapsed again, completely plunged into the boundless darkness.

The deathly silence lasted for an unknown amount of time.

Footsteps came from far away, and the leather shoes knocked on the ground, hitting You Heng's heart.

Like a prisoner on the verge of death, You Heng raised his head slowly, his eyes were bloodshot, and when he saw the figure gradually coming out from the darkness, desire returned to his lifeless face instantly.

The surrounding scene returned to the high platform again.

Qian Ling stopped half a meter in front of You Heng, the moonlight from the window illuminated his whole body, every strand of hair seemed to be shining, he looked down at You Heng from a high position, his eyes were full of contempt and contempt.

"If you like me, why can't you even die for me?"

"Are you going to watch me with someone else?"

The two consecutive inquiries confused You Heng, his mind was in a mess, there was the sweetness of a boy, and even the scene of him being with other people helplessly.

The disordered cognition made him unable to escape from the complicated emotions, and Qian Ling's eyes looking at him at this moment seemed more like a slash in his heart.

At this moment, the aloof young man suddenly squatted down, his soft hand gently touched his cheek, with a soft and innocent smile on his face.

"Are you OK?"

You Heng looked at him blankly.

As if everything just now was his illusion, how could Qianling have that kind of look in his eyes, let alone say that kind of words.

Qian Ling's fingers gently caressed his eyebrows, You Heng held his hand almost without thinking, and dedicated a hot kiss to his palm, to comfort the anxiety in his heart.

You Heng didn't consider how humble and embarrassing his current posture is, he only cares about what he touches and feels at this moment, which are all real.

"If you're okay, I'm leaving."

You Heng's heart constricted instantly, he wanted to grab Qian Ling's hand, but the other party's strength was ridiculously strong, and he easily pulled his hand back.

"Where are you going?"

"Find someone who really loves me." Qian Ling turned her head, and standing not far away was You Heng's own brother, her smile instantly became soft and sweet, "Let's go."

You Heng only found it dazzling.

Qian Ling stood up, and when he turned around and took a step, he was suddenly caught by something, and he slowly lowered his head.

You Heng hugged his calf tightly.

"Don't go, I beg you, I will promise to do whatever you want, okay?" You Heng pressed his face against his calf, and said in a humble tone, "As long as you don't leave me."

Qianling didn't make a sound, and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

You Heng was stunned.

On the ground was a dagger reflecting a cold light.

"Didn't you say you can do anything?"

"Pick it up, you don't need me to teach you what to do next."

You Heng hesitated for a moment, then reached out to pick up the dagger, staring blankly at the sharp blade.

"Hey, that's it," Qian Ling knelt down in front of him again, with a strong fragrance of flowers on her body, she lowered her eyelids slightly, "As long as you do it, I will never leave you."

You Heng clenched the dagger tightly, and the air was instantly filled with a fishy smell. The scarlet liquid fell from his arm, accumulated on his fingertips, and landed on the charm on the ground.

The rough facets flickered momentarily.

[The author has something to say: if you love me, you will love me. This kind of concept is completely wrong. 】