ambiguous.
I don't know how much heavier the effect of these three layers of dragon saliva was than that of Xuanmin that night. Xue Xian only knew that he was extremely uncomfortable now, and the sweat on his body was steaming, but he was too sensitive now. An inch of skin and even every pore was too sensitive to touch, and even the process of transpiring wet sweat made him shiver.
The hot flashes and irritability urgently needed an outlet, but he was a little out of control, and the force was so heavy that the bones all over his body seemed to be soaked in sweat, some indescribably sore and swollen, even raising his hands It became a very exhausting thing.
Consciousness was too vague, and the sigh of the black bird outside the house turned into some kind of ambiguous movement in his ears, making his ears tremble, and he moved more and more stupidly.
His intention was to ask Xuan Min to think of some ways, but Xuan Min restrained himself, his suffering here would have no end, and if it went on like this, he really…
Xue Xian narrowed his eyes, pouted his lips, and subconsciously shook his head to try to wake himself up.
However, with such a sway, the beads of sweat on the neck slid down, and the distinct feeling of neither light nor heavy touch snaked down from the neck socket along the collarbone, and just happened to slip past the chest.
Xue Xian suddenly tightened his hand supporting the edge of the table, frowned and took a deep breath, another jolt.
He didn't remember whether he had spoken to Xuanmin, maybe he called him twice, or maybe the voice had been blurred in the bottom of his throat and never came out.
However, after an unknown period of time, when he half-squinted his eyes again, the mist in the room, whether he was recruited or gathered by himself, suddenly became much thicker, so thick that he even had the oil lamp beside him, and piled up in front of his waist and abdomen. The robes are no longer visible.
Xue Xian, who was submerged in the thick white mist, was a little dazed. He frowned, exhaling heavily, and glanced aimlessly with his half-opened and half-closed eyes, and his eyelashes, which were sticky with sweat, snapped. … for a moment… slowly and procrastinately, never even closing.
In the confusion, he heard Xuan Min's voice, which seemed to be close at hand, but also seemed to be a little far away, "Give me your hand."
Xue Xian didn't know if he had heard it wrong, but he let go of one hand subconsciously, and stretched his fingers lazily forward. That hand was hot but strong, holding him firmly, as if to give him another support.
Naturally, Xue Xian's body leaned forward towards that hand, placing the weight of his entire body on that hand.
He clenched his fingers and opened his mouth to say something, but the next moment, he didn't say a word, just gasped heavily. Because another one came out of the thick fog and touched the skin of his lower abdomen.
Xue Xianxi's eyelashes trembled, and after a moment of dazed stagnation, his breath suddenly became rapid.
All the hot flashes and anxiety seemed to have finally found a way to rely and escape. He frowned, and released his other hand from the edge of the table. He squeezed the hand between his waist and abdomen and pulled it towards him again. He tugged, and then subconsciously followed his ability, pulling the hand to probe under the stacked robes.
"Don't move." The person who was being pulled by him seemed to say this in a deep voice. The fog was too thick, and Xue Xian's eyes were empty again. He couldn't see Xuanmin's face, but just listening to the tone, it was the same as before. It was indifferent and calm, but maybe it was because the body had been burned for a long time, and the tone was slightly dull in the dark.
However, at this point, Xue Xian could still be obedient. He led the hand and groped under the robe, the stacked folds moved one after another with the movements of his fingers, in a hurry and disorder, unable to manage, but unable to stop...
The process was too anxious, and Xue Xian's mind went blank again and again. He only remembered that he didn't know when it started, and how it developed. The person who helped him silently was pulled in front of him. Open your knees a bit to get the other person to settle. He felt the reaction of the other's body even in his eager and chaotic pulling.
But even so, he still couldn't see the other's face, he could only hear his breathing, which seemed to overlap with his own.
The hand that supported the weight didn't know when, he pressed it on the table, and with the movement of the other hand, it tightened and loosened one by one. And his forehead rested heavily on the other's shoulder, and his half-closed eyes were filled with mist.
Xuan Min seemed to have told him to stay still, and for some reason, he wanted to move back some distance, but he was holding him tightly.
After all, the result of Long Xiao's strength was different from normal, and it was extremely difficult to vent, so that after a long time, Xue Xian's anxiety had reached the top, and he couldn't help but want to make some noise.