Xianghe

Xianghe leaned against the tree, motionless, frowning in pain from time to time.

Yuan Qinghui's previous worries seemed to have come true, even if he left the big snake's belly, Xianghe was still in danger.

In fact, what worried Yuan Qinghui the most was not that Xianghe would not wake up, but that as the nightmare deepened, Xianghe's expression became more and more painful, and with the painful expression, his sense of existence became more and more painful. Weakened.

Anything that exists in the world will have its own sense of existence, which can be interpreted as something like a magnetic field. The stronger the person, the stronger the sense of existence, and the weaker the person's life breath and aura, the weaker his sense of existence will be. Of course, this kind of mysterious and mysterious things can only be discovered by masters who have reached a certain level of cultivation. For example, if you find someone staring at you from a distance of [-] meters, is this the reason?

It has already been felt that after being trapped by the soft flesh for a period of time, Xianghe's life breath has become weaker and weaker.

I don't know why I'm fine, and I don't know how Xianghe got through this test before, but as long as Xianghe doesn't wake up for a moment, he can't stop flustered for a moment.

Yuan Qinghui moved his body a little bit with his hands, getting closer to Xianghe.

The golden ball was still stuck in Xianghe's throat, and his throat was still glowing golden.

Yuan Qinghui stared closer at Xianghe's face.

What kind of delicate young face is that?What kind of face is that that makes him unable to stop being so beautiful every time it appears in his dreams?

But now, he was so defenseless, sleeping in front of his eyes, unable to move, unable to resist, unable to show resistance to himself, unable to kill him with a single look.

He is the most obedient.

Because of the nightmare, Xianghe's eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyeballs kept rolling, her brows were tightly frowned, and there was a faint pain in her throat from time to time, showing no sign of waking up.

Yuan Qinghui reached out and touched Xianghe's eyebrows, as if subconsciously having such a naive delusion, wanting to smooth Xianghe's frowning brows and make Xianghe more comfortable.

Even the curvature of the eyebrows is pleasing to the eye and just right, Yuan Qinghui's unbearable hand continued to linger on Xianghe's face, the small wounds on the smooth skin healed long ago, and the face now is pure and white Like jade, clean as a white porcelain bowl, there used to be a slight blush on this face, but now because of the nightmare, his whole face is wrinkled together, looking very painful, and his complexion has changed. It's pale and ugly.

The strength in his hand was heavy, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

I can't take care of so many anymore, it's important to save Xianghe's life first!

What's more, Xianghe's rosy and bright lips are shining, seeing him so defenseless against the world, everything about him is tempting him to commit a crime.It's not such an unbearable person, but, but, isn't it to save Xianghe's life now?

Yuan Qinghui rushed over fiercely, stretched out a hand to hold the back of Xianghe's neck, and lifted his head up, then closed his eyes tightly, and leaned towards Xianghe's face!

But when he was only a tiny distance away from Xianghe, he heard a soft swallowing sound from Xianghe's throat.

"Hawk." After Yuan Qinghui lifted Xianghe's head up, Xianghe swallowed the golden ball while fighting against the nightmare.

He just kept the posture of holding the back of Xianghe's neck, and kept so close to Xianghe, as long as he moved forward a little bit, he could taste the delicious food he dreamed of, and stopped.

Yuan Qinghui opened his eyes, looking at Xianghe's lips that were close at hand, and suddenly froze.

Do you want to start?Don't you want to do it?Should we start?Dare to do it?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh what was he thinking just now?What kind of thing did he want to do to Xianghe when he was insane!

It's over, it's over, it's over, he must be crazy, the former self was not like this, the former self was not so courageous, and it's only been a few days by Xianghe's side, how could he have made progress to such an extent? ?

But after remorse, he still couldn't help showing one eye from between his fingers to look at that person.

Xianghe hadn't woken up yet, and was still lying on the tree behind him, motionless, but at this moment, Yuan Qinghui could already feel Xianghe's aura gradually returning, and he didn't show any signs of weakness like before. The painful expression disappeared, and his face gradually calmed down.

Yuan Qinghui was sitting up, staring at the sleeping Xianghe.

After a flash of golden light, Xianghe's face gradually returned to calm. Yuan Qinghui noticed that there was another golden mark on the wrist of his right hand next to the red mark, but he didn't go into it.

He only felt that Xianghe, who was sleeping soundly at this time, was like a little rabbit sleeping in his mother's arms, pure and harmless, too innocent and helpless.

Once this person falls asleep, Yuan Qinghui will have the illusion: this is a darling from heaven, he accidentally fell into the mortal world, and he is so incompatible with this filthy world as pure as a baby, just like that skin It is his safe haven, where the real him hides under his skin, like a shivering little rabbit.Like that, it is pitiful.

It's not taking advantage of others' danger, it's not an impulsive decision, there is no excuse, he just likes Xianghe, and Yuan Qinghui at this moment just wants to kiss Xianghe.

No longer struggling like just now, put aside all worries, and cut off all retreats, and can no longer treat Xianghe like a friend, how could he still be a friend, if he used to be still because of Xianghe I said that they were happy as partners, so at this moment, Yuan Qinghui really felt that he was making progress. He couldn't be Xianghe's friend, and he couldn't be Xianghe's partner. If Xianghe refused, he would have been hiding in the dark and watching Xianghe. At this moment, he felt that he could not do it.

He wanted it and got Xianghe.

He wants to be Xianghe's lover.

This kiss is long and irrelevant, it is a kind of oath, a clarion call before going into battle.

This is the thing that best expresses Yuan Qinghui's heart at the moment.

I like you so much that I can't control myself.

When I see you, I want to have such an action, such as the most direct way of expressing one's feelings between animals, an intimate, long, irresistible, and spontaneous kiss.

Xianghe, let's be lovers.

But some things, once started, will exceed your expectations, rush out of your control, and go outside the unknown rules.

After leaving Xianghe's lips, Yuan Qinghui began to kiss Xianghe's forehead, then down to the tightly closed eyelids, then to the tip of the nose, then to the chin, and then back to Xianghe's lips.

Can't leave, can't leave, this person's body seems to have magic power, making him unable to leave, as if he has been enchanted, from the first taste of the sweet fruit, he can no longer restrain the desire for more fruit in his heart.

Still want, still want more.

His fragrant grass is a treasure, a treasure that makes him addicted to it and cannot extricate himself.

It seemed to be poisoned, as if possessed by a demon.

Yuan Qinghui's body began to approach Xianghe's body infinitely, and finally he simply lay down on Xianghe's body, his lips were still lingering on Xianghe's face, unable to stop.

Xianghe was still stuck in a deep sleep and couldn't wake up, and didn't feel anything about Yuan Qinghui lying on top of him. Although the sense of existence and aura had gradually recovered, Xianghe still couldn't wake up Come.

Not enough, I want more, and I want to breathe the air of sweetgrass.

From Yuan Qinghui's cautious and restrained light kiss at the beginning, to the uncontrollable light sucking and even light gnawing, his breathing became more and more rapid and difficult, and he still couldn't move away from Xianghe's face.Xianghe's lips had been uncontrollably bitten out by a few bloody skins, his saliva had already condensed on Xianghe's face, and a transparent film had formed when the wind blew, when his lips again When covering Xianghe's cheeks, those already dry membranes were moistened again by his saliva.

It was too sweet, too sweet, this was the sweetest "fruit" he had ever tasted since he could remember.

If you can't stop, you want to taste more, and if you can't stop, you start to let your desire go.

Yuan Qinghui's hands did not dare to touch Xianghe at the beginning, but now he hugged Xianghe tightly, until he began to linger behind his back holding Xianghe restlessly.

Such a baby can't stop caressing him.

Like the most important treasure in a child's arms, he will kiss and touch him over and over again to release the love overflowing from his heart.

Not enough, still felt that it was not enough, Yuan Qinghui's lips left Xianghe's cheeks, and began to explore further down.

He started to kiss Xianghe's neck, which was blocked by the collar, so he couldn't taste Xianghe's smell well, Yuan Qinghui began to reach out impatiently and wanted to untie Xianghe's clothes.

But the moment he touched Xianghe's belt, he stopped moving.

What were you trying to do?

What were you trying to do?

After undressing Xiang He, what else do you want to do?

It was as if a person who had been possessed by a demon was suddenly awakened by someone, as if someone had knocked a sap on his back.

Yuan Qinghui was stunned as he stared at Xianghe's already messy clothes corners and his face was covered with marks left by him.

He raised his head and took a deep breath, then lowered his head and looked at the person who was still sleeping like a rabbit.

He is still the childlike innocence and innocence, no matter what happens, no matter what status he is, he still looks like this, as if the whole world has insulted him, and it seems that the whole world is pampering him .

What should I do with you?My Xianghe?

Even Yuan Qinghui himself didn't pay attention, there was a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth at this moment.

What kind of treasure is this, can he really touch it?

Yuan Qinghui stretched out his hand, and carefully smoothed the corner of Xianghe's clothes, then gently stretched out his hand to support Xianghe's cheek, and carefully wiped the traces left by him for him.

Wait, wait, wait, not enough, not enough.

Yuan Qinghui turned around and left, went to the spring not far away, washed off the volcanic ash on his body, under the healing of the spring water and the supernatural self-healing ability of the immortal, the burns on his body were almost healed, until the When he came back after changing into clean clothes, Xianghe was still asleep, but his face looked much better and his breathing was even.

Yuan Qinghui sat beside Xianghe, leaned against the big tree behind him with Xianghe, and closed his eyes.

There was a breeze blowing on the grassland, and the green grass rolled in the breeze, rolling out beautiful green waves, and the smell of the grass was blown into Yuan Qinghui's nose by the wind.

What a pleasant afternoon.

"Ah—" It was like a painful, dying patient, who was tortured to such an extent that his consciousness began to blur, he could not restrain his roar.

That cry was repeated a thousand times, and it was carried far away on the grassland by the comfortable wind.

This kind of pain has not stopped after one sound, it is an endless pain, it is the pain that has been squeezed for thousands of years, I want to cry but can't cry, I want to hurt but there is nowhere to go to the pain, it cannot be released with a roar .

"Xiang, Xianghe, don't..." Yuan Qinghui knelt and sat opposite Xianghe, at a loss.

Xianghe's arms hugged her body tightly, as if a large part of her chest was empty, as if her soul had been sucked out from there, as if someone had inserted a sharp knife into it, as if there was blood in it. flow.

Only by pressing there tightly can the bleeding stop a little bit, and only by hugging there tightly can I not feel the pain of loss so strongly.

Kneeling on the ground like this, holding her chest tightly, Xianghe, who was crying heartbreakingly, was like a puppet abandoned by the world, torn apart by the pain of loss in her heart. rotten.

"Xianghe, Xianghe, don't..." Yuan Qinghui knelt and sat opposite Xianghe, he could only watch Xianghe howling and crying helplessly, his voice was hoarse and trembling, But he was powerless, he didn't even dare to go up to hug Xianghe.

He is an outsider in Xianghe's cry of venting millennia of pain.