Paranoid man asks for a hug every day

The food made by the ghost cook tastes really good. According to Lu Yuanming, they are chefs who are in charge of meals in the underworld, and it is said that they serve the ghost king and queen specially.

Jiang Shuo offered food to Lu Yuanming, and the two of them sat face to face at the dining table. Although it was a supper, they still prepared a sumptuous meal.

It was already ten o'clock after dinner, and Lu Yuanming seemed to have something to deal with, so he went to the study with a man in a black robe.

Jiang Shuo took a shower, sat on the edge of the bed in slippery silk pajamas, looked at the big red happy letter on the wall, and felt a little sweet in his heart.

He is married, has his own husband, has his own home, and is no longer alone.

The corner of the boy's mouth raised up unconsciously, he thought it was really good.

After more than half an hour, Lu Yuanming came back.

He was wearing a black silk pajamas of the same style as Jiang Shuo's, with the neckline slightly open, revealing a slender neck and a small piece of strong muscle on his chest.

"Xiao Shuo."

The man's voice was gentle, he came to the bedside and stretched out his hand, gently touching Jiang Shuo's cheek.

Young people are always shy, Jiang Shuo blushed slightly and moved onto the bed, leaving Lu Yuanming next to him.

"Go to sleep, it's getting late."

"it is good."

Lying on the bed, Lu Yuanming naturally hugged him into his arms. After a busy day, Jiang Shuo was indeed tired, and sleepiness swept over him, but a coldness touched his lips.

"Well……"

Jiang Shuo was taken aback, but he didn't push and refuse. In the darkness, he only had the most real sense of touch. This kiss was icy cold, which neutralized the heat of the summer night, and brought a tingling feeling of comfort.

The young man has no kissing skills, and is completely passive, like an ignorant little beast waiting for training and guidance.

Lu Yuanming slowly induced him to relax his lips and teeth, put his cold tongue into his mouth, and gently touched Jiang Shuo's warm and soft tongue.

The kisses were entangled, and the man's cold breath poured out, overwhelmingly enveloping Jiang Shuo.

He couldn't hold back anymore, his cold hands grabbed the boy's shoulders, and he was taking off the silky fabric little by little.

Jiang Shuo couldn't stand it at all.

He was about to drown when he was kissed, he didn't know how to breathe, he didn't know how to react, he became a fruit that Lu Yuanming could pick.

"Xiao Shuo, Xiao Shuo..."

Ears rubbed together, Lu Yuanming's hoarse voice penetrated into his ears, Jiang Shuo raised his head and took a breath, the flames burned from his cheeks to the roots of his ears, and were still spreading slowly.

"Yuan Ming, I... I'm not ready yet..."

Lu Yuanming bit Jiang Shuo's neck. Hearing his words, he restrained himself from making any further moves.

"Okay, I won't mess around, just let me kiss you."

"Good, open your mouth."

The kiss came again, and this time it became more domineering. The man's aura on his body was obviously so cold, but it made Jiang Shuo feel hotter and hotter.

The night was very long. After the long kiss, Jiang Shuo was already flushed and out of breath.

He huddled in Lu Yuanming's arms, not daring to move at all. Although he said he was innocent, he still understood, and he was a man, so he knew what the consequences would be if the flame was stirred up.

Lu Yuanming lightly tapped the birthmark of Jiang Shuo's ear with the flower pattern on the other side, his eyes became darker and deeper, just quietly watching the boy who was slowly falling asleep in his arms.

The night shrouded the earth, and when the midnight fell, Lu Yuanming's figure slowly dissipated, and finally disappeared completely in the bedroom.

In the study room in the corridor, Shen Yu, who was wearing a black robe, was standing in the room waiting.

He held a thick and long chain in his hand, and the iron chain stretched backwards was tied to a ghost's neck, and the protruding iron blade was inserted into its collarbone.

The ghost is similar to a normal human being, except that black death lingers all over his body, his face is blue, his eye sockets are sunken, and his form alternates between virtual and real, as if he is about to disappear.

"My lord, I have caught the traitor who is already establishing himself as king, and he has already suffered 36 kinds of punishments, and now I leave it to you!"