The villain of Quick Transmigration, he was arched again

At night, in the dark suite, Yue Luo slept inexplicably restlessly.He was half asleep and half awake, tossing and turning on the big bed, always feeling that someone around him was constantly harassing him.

He was overwhelmed by the disturbance, and he couldn't stop it even if he dodged and pushed.

On the body, there seems to be a cold and soft touch all the time.

Yue Luo finally frowned, rubbed his eyes in a daze, trying to see what was disturbing his dream.

But before he found it, a numbness came from his earlobe, Yue Luo's eyelashes trembled, and when he opened it, he saw darkness.

He could only see a shadowy figure of a man on the bed.

Yue Luo's mind tightened for a moment, isn't the security of this hotel very good, how can someone come in without anyone noticing?

Yue Luo immediately sat up from the bed, trying to run out of the room, but was crushed on the bed the next second.

A familiar voice came, with a trembling hoarse voice: "What are you running, huh?"

"It's you..." Yue Luo's nerves instantly relaxed.

"Otherwise who is it?"

Yue Luo pouted: "I thought it was some pervert, but it turned out to be you."

Zhuang Ran smiled lightly when he heard the words, and easily untied the pajamas on Yue Luo's body, and threw them aside wantonly.

Yue Luo forgot to struggle for a moment, didn't realize that the other party was pressing him under him, and just recovered from the shock, as soon as his nerves relaxed, his reaction speed slowed down again.

After several minutes, he asked, "Why are you here suddenly?"

Hearing this, Zhuang Ran gently tore off his pajama pants, and said lightly, "I miss you..."

Yue Luo was caught off guard and pursed his lips.

Then I noticed that my pajamas and pajamas were gone.

He suddenly had a new vigilance, wishing to push Zhuang Ran away and put on his clothes again, but at this time he had lost the chance to resist.

Zhuang Ran unbuttoned his clothes with one hand, and held Yue Luo's hands on top of his head with the other hand, then bent down to find Yue Luo's lips, and kissed them without hesitation.

The ambiguous sound of water soon resounded in the dark room, occasionally mixed with the boy's sobs and whispers.

Zhuang Ran was very direct tonight.

After removing all the young man's clothes, he turned him over so that Yue Luo's back was facing him.

Eyes adapted to the darkness, could easily outline the graceful outline of the boy's body, which was heaving and rising tensely.

"Zhuang Ran!" Yue Luo couldn't help calling out when he felt the other's soft lips brushing against his back.

"Huh?" Zhuang Ran's voice hooked slightly, and he bit his soft and smooth shoulder with his lips, "Why don't you call me uncle anymore."

When Yue Luo heard the words, he was so ashamed and angry that the temperature of his cheeks rose sharply. He remembered the "Uncle Zhuang" that he was forced to call on the bed before.

It is simply unbearable.

He buried his face in the eiderdown pillow, and his voice was muffled and indistinct: "What do you want now, do you want to do it?"

Zhuang Ran heard it clearly, and looked down at the young man's slender, beautifully contoured back, with an unknown pampering on the corners of his lips.

He put the shirt and Yue Luo's pajamas and pajamas together, only a pair of slim trousers on his body, and he bent over.

The silver chain hanging on the young man's neck was reflected in his eyes, and Zhuang Ran suddenly felt a little bad in his heart.

He held the plain ring on the silver chain with his fingertips, made the young man tilt his head, and then put it on the young man's lips, gently rubbing it against the boy's lips.

The faint silver light of the silver chain in the dark, against the soft and slightly trembling lips of the young man, looks extraordinarily alluring.

Zhuang Ran's eyes darkened in an instant, kissed his ear and said: "Don't do it..."

Yue Luo will go to school tomorrow, and he is not so careless.

It's just that the urge to touch him, kiss him, and play with him is still uncontrollable.

Zhuang Ran complied with his heart and kissed the young man's smooth back lightly.

When Yue Luo heard this, his mood was complicated, and his body trembled slightly due to the wanton touch of the other party.

Every time it was like this, Zhuang Ran would only tease him to the point of being irresistible, almost drowning in the treacherous feelings, but he himself had always looked calm and rational.

Like a calm and ruthless manipulator.

Behind the gold-rimmed glasses, there is often no sign of addiction in those beautiful eyes that are as black as ink.

Only the dexterous movements of his hands and the falling kiss can make him feel that the solemnity on his body seems to be equally emotional.

Walking around in a mess, Yue Luo suddenly felt that the other party was behind him, and slightly separated his legs.

The slender fingers touched the skin recklessly.

In the darkness, Yue Luo still couldn't help clutching the sheet in shame, and buried his face completely in the pillow.

Not long after, Yue Luo turned over, closed his eyes limply, and half leaned on the bed weakly, with one leg slightly bent.

The only small wall lamp turned on in the room illuminated Yue Luo's silhouette softly and lazily.

The boy was naked from the upper body, only a thin eiderdown quilt was wrapped around his waist.

Zhuang Ran looked at him peacefully, and couldn't help but think of the young man crying weakly just now.

It will definitely cry even more when you hold it.Zhuang Ran lowered her eyes, stretched out her hand to caress Yue Luo's ankle, thinking so.

The ankle in the hand is beautiful and delicate.

Zhuang Ran played with it, closed his eyes, and forcibly suppressed the impulse that always existed.

Yue Luo opened his eyes because of the slightly itchy feeling. In his opinion, Dr. Zhuang's appearance was as casual and calm as a treasure.

Just play, not desire.

He pursed his lips, with a tired posture, suddenly pulled the corners of his lips, and asked jokingly: "Uncle Zhuang, are you okay?"

Zhuang Ran looked at him, unmoved.

"Isn't that right? Otherwise, how can I bear it so much..." Yue Luo smiled even wider, with deliberate disdain, "It's really hard for you. Is there no way to cure this?"

Zhuang Ran was still calm, and even responded with a slight smile, "What are you hoping for?"

Perhaps it was because he was served too comfortably just now, Yue Luo was not afraid of causing trouble, he lazily stepped on the abdominal muscles under Zhuang Ran's shirt, and said: "Of course I hope that Uncle Zhuang will stop bluffing all the time, it will be very disappointing. "

After finishing speaking, Yue Luo tilted his head, raised the corners of his lips, and there was still a remnant of absent-mindedness in his clear eyes.

It looks quite attractive, which makes him want to bully unscrupulously to the extreme.

Zhuang Ran's eyes dimmed almost invisibly, but his voice was still calm and calm, "Go to school tomorrow. If you recruit me like this, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to walk?"

Yue Luo didn't take it seriously when he heard the words, and only laughed happily: "Uncle Zhuang can try, but don't realize that you overestimated yourself."

After finishing speaking, Yue Luo's delicate and complicated mood was refreshed. He found that it was really fun to taunt Zhuang Ran like this.

But what Yue Luo didn't expect was that Zhuang Ran got out of bed and walked into the bathroom a few seconds after he finished speaking.

He suddenly felt it was funny, and raised his voice: "Uncle Zhuang, don't be angry. Although you are not very good, I won't despise you for the time being."

Zhuang Ran didn't reply.

After the provocation, Yue Luo felt relieved, and then he felt drowsy. He yawned, and it seemed that the numbness from just now was flowing in his blood vessels. He gathered the quilt weakly, curled up and prepared to rest.

But within 2 minutes, he was turned over in a sleepy state, and was lightly and irresistibly pressed onto the bed.

The thin quilt used to cover his waist was taken away by Zhuang Ran, and he was face down with his chest buried in the piled quilt.

Yue Luo was stunned, but didn't respond and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhuang Ran gave a faint smile when he heard the words, and his voice was calm and elegant, "Don't you want it, I'll give it to you now."

Yue Luo was stunned, the drowsiness disappeared immediately, and he took a breath, Zhuang Ran didn't mean to...

He couldn't help but struggled.

It was one thing to play around in the past, but it is another thing to really do it now.

What's more, he was not mentally prepared for such a sudden attack.

Yue Luo opened his eyes wide in panic, trying to break free from Zhuang Ran's imprisonment.

But the body is limp and has no strength, and now it is deliberately suppressed, and the struggle is even more futile.

The cold and greasy paste still stained his skin, Yue Luo trembled suddenly, his slender body flicked violently like a raw fish just put into the pot, subconsciously wanting to escape.

"I originally wanted to wait..." Zhuang Ran kissed the most sensitive part of the back of his neck, and his hoarse breath wrapped around his eardrums, "but now it seems that there is no need for this."

After speaking, Zhuang Ran began to kiss him recklessly.

No matter how much Yue Luo resisted this time, it was useless. Zhuang Ran's knuckle-boned fingers lingered wantonly on his body, igniting fires everywhere, as if burning in Yue Luo's body, so that he no longer had half the strength to resist.

Then the small wall lamp was also turned off, and the room was plunged into darkness again. Yue Luo, who was instantly dark in front of his eyes, could only rely on his feeling.

Feeling Zhuang Ran embracing him from behind, his long fingers slid across his chest lightly, and his firm body pressed against him intimately.

Yue Luo struggled subconsciously, tremblingly said: "I, can I admit my mistake, I have to get up early tomorrow."

Zhuang Ran chuckled, slid his finger down lightly, and pointed out: "Admit your mistake? It's too late. I will ask for leave for you tomorrow. Now we can take our time."

Zhuang Ran stroked the extremely smooth skin with the palm of his hand, and pressed it from the shoulders to the back of the waist, forcing the boy under him to tremble even more.

Then, he wiped away the cold paste again, with a gentle force, but Yue Luo couldn't stop the urge to run away.

"Zhuang—" But as soon as he yelled, he was interrupted.

As if the tip of Zhuang Ran's tongue had licked into his ear canal, a faint scorching breath attacked his sensitive eardrum, "Didn't you call uncle very enthusiastically just now, why don't you bark now?"

Yue Luo whimpered when he heard the words, feeling unspeakable.

Did he just lose his mind?Knowing that Zhuang Ran's hatred in this area is deep, why would he shoot himself in the foot.

The more Luo Luo thought about it, the more annoyed he became.

But before he could admit his cowardice, he felt the other's slender hand touch his calf.

The pampered hand, always used to hold the scalpel, was now slowly moving from the center of his calf to the hollow of his knee.

Then he pulled his knees slightly apart.

Yue Luo became more and more flustered. He tried to think, but his mind was confused.

In the end, he could only bow his head, gritted his teeth in this dangerous situation: "Zhuang Ran... Zhuang, uncle, I, I was wrong, I was wrong, okay..."

Yue Luo still thought that the other party would be as soft-hearted as ever, but he didn't know that the man above who was still restrained from drooping his eyes became darker after the word "uncle" came into his ears.