Paranoid man asks for a hug every day

The green flames shone on Lu Yuanming and Jiang Shuo. Their bodies were leaning against each other, embracing each other, and swaying with the music.

They were obviously dancing the beautiful waltz, but they gradually became short of breath, and Jiang Shuo's already flushed cheeks became more intense red now.

Slowly, the two stopped moving, but looked at each other affectionately, one hugged each other's waist, and the other stroked each other's face.

Holding the wine bottle in his hand, Ji Yan hugged the two female ghosts on the left and right, and shouted in the direction of Jiang Shuo and Lu Yuanming.

"Hey, you two can't control it, can you? Go back to the bridal chamber!"

The group of ghosts danced, waving white silk and satin in their hands, and booed together.

"The two adults drink a cup of wine, and then send it to the bridal chamber~"

"Have a drink together, bridal chamber night, give birth to a fat doll~"

"I want to make trouble in the bridal chamber! Make trouble in the bridal chamber~"

At this time, most of Jiang Shuo's alcohol was coming up, he was dizzy, and he leaned weakly in Lu Yuanming's arms, with his arms half around his waist.

"Husband, we haven't had a cup of wine yet, let the world as a witness tonight, we are married! Drink a cup of wine! Enter the bridal chamber!"

Jiang Shuo stood up straight. At this moment, he suddenly felt full of energy. He grabbed the wine to the side, but the little ghost at the side immediately gave it to him with a wink.

"Honey, do it!"

The young man handed a glass of wine to Lu Yuanming, his eyes were crooked with a smile, like a small crescent moon, and his flushed cheeks were like big ripe apples, bright and moist in color, very attractive just by looking at them.

Lu Yuanming felt a familiar sense of restlessness spread and collide in his body. He took the goblet from Jiang Shuo's hand, and slowly intertwined with his arm.

With the sound of romantic music next to their ears, Jiang Shuo and Lu Yuanming slowly drank their glasses of fine wine under the excited and expectant gaze of all the ghosts.

Tonight's moonlight was bright and soft, Jiang Shuo tiptoed and hugged Lu Yuanming's neck, the distance between their lips and teeth gradually narrowed, the tip of the boy's nose rubbed against the man's nose, two breaths of hot and cold Gradually entangled.

"Xiao Shuo."

Lu Yuanming clasped the boy's waist tightly with his broad palms, and then hugged him directly with all his strength.

The man walked towards the dark place step by step, he couldn't wait, he couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to wipe Jiang Shuo clean.

Apparently, Jiang Shuo also had the same idea. He looked at Lu Yuanming with a dazed look, "Honey, I want to kiss..."

"Hey, we'll be home soon..."

The two quickly disappeared into the darkness, and when they reappeared, they had already returned to the villa.

Jiang Shuo was lying on the bed, and when Lu Yuanming was about to kiss him, the boy frowned unhappily.

"Don't kiss me, I'm so dirty and smelly, I'm going to take a bath..."

He pushed Lu Yuanming away, sat on the edge of the bed, raised his hand to smell from left to right, and the creases between his brows became deeper and deeper.

Afterwards, he stood up and stumbled towards the bathroom. Lu Yuanming quickly supported him.

"It doesn't stink, you are very fragrant, I like it very much."

The man's voice has become hoarse, his eyes are black and shiny, and the hot flames in them have already burned.

Really couldn't bear it anymore, Lu Yuanming felt that the hostility in his body was about to burst out, but Jiang Shuo, who was drunk, was very persistent and insisted on washing Xiangxiang.

"Take a bath, I want to take a bath, you go with me."

Jiang Shuo grabbed Lu Yuanming's tie like a seductive kitten. After pulling him into the bathroom, he suddenly stopped moving.

The young man looked at Lu Yuanming with misty eyes, as if he wanted to take a closer look, so he stood on his tiptoes and approached his face, and smiled when he looked at it.

"Brother, you are so beautiful..."

The young man's clear voice echoed in the bathroom, as if he had crossed the torrent of time. A hundred years ago, Jiang Shuo hugged him like this and said exactly the same words.

The drunk Jiang Shuo was more passionate and bold than usual. He raised his palm to caress Lu Yuanming's cheek. His warm fingertips traced the man's brows and eyes, brushed over his tall nose bridge, and caressed his thin lips. The neck fell to the man's chest.

"Your muscles are so hard..."