As Meng Xueli said, he took off his Taoist companion's robe, then unbuttoned his own, and threw it with his hand in a dashing and cheerful manner.
The outer robe unfolded with a "clatter" and fluttered to the ground, blocking the candlelight of the shark oil lamp for a moment.
The candle shadow shook red, and Ji Xiao's face turned from bright to dark.
He struck with a sword energy, completely extinguishing the candle.
The room suddenly darkened, only the silver moonlight spilled into the room through the bead curtain, and was screened into a messy spot of light, falling on the two of them.
Meng Xueli was a little stiff. Ji Xiao's facial features are sharp and angular, but his temperament is calm and indifferent, which reduces the excessively sharp momentum.
At this moment, that sense of oppression came back.
Meng Xueli had the illusion that he was being stared at by hunters, and was about to let go of the Taoist companion when his body suddenly stiffened.
It turned out that Ji Xiao's palm was caressing the back of his neck. Since the two have communicated, they have expressed intimacy in this way.
However, this time was different. Ji Xiao's fingertips followed the cervical vertebra and probed further down. The temperature hit his body through a thin single layer of clothing, and the numbness was transmitted to the tail vertebra.
When Meng Xueli was touched from the back of his neck to his tail vertebra, he couldn't help trembling, but not cold. If he was still a mink, his mink hair must have exploded.
Under the transparent shark gauze and isinglass, the full water bed swayed gently, making a pleasant sound of water.
Meng Xueli listened to the sound and didn't know what to think, her cheeks were flushed.
Ji Xiao's eyes drooped down, unable to see the expression in his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "How is your divine sense imperial object practice?"
With his right hand, he caressed Meng Xueli's tailbone back and forth, casually, and with his left hand he picked up the string of beads that Meng Xueli had given him, and fiddled with it between his fingers.
Meng Xueli's waist and hips were so tender that he was sitting on Ji Xiao's body to show off his power, but gradually fell down tremblingly, leaning on the Taoist companion's chest, and couldn't help breathing in a low voice.
After hearing this, he felt even more dizzy. What's the situation? Does Ji Xiao want to talk about cultivation with me, or sleep with me
He separated a wisp of consciousness and tried to touch the bead string in Ji Xiao's hand. The gift was very disrespectful to the host, and it only trembled slightly, making a crisp crashing sound, and then stopped moving.
Ji Xiao said lightly: "Until the heat, you can't double-cultivate."
Meng Xueli lowered his head: "I will try my best."
Ji Xiao said again: "It's not that there is no other way."
Meng Xueli was overjoyed: "What method?"
Ji Xiao: "You just take it."
Meng Xueli was dazed and did not respond for a while: "What..."
The voice came to an abrupt end, Ji Xiao wrapped his arms around his waist and helped him adjust his sitting posture, and the hot and hard thing pressed against his thigh.
Meng Xueli's breathing stagnated for a moment, and the flames exploded in his mind.
Ji Xiao sighed softly, as if helpless: "I don't want to treat you like this either. I told you before that I also have emotions and desires, but I'm just a little more patient than ordinary people, but you always provoke me, and I also watch "Changchun Ji" and "Clouds" Is something like "Xuefengyuelu" really beautiful?"
He explained and asked questions in a calm tone, but the hand on Meng Xueli's waist moved all the way, poked into his underwear, and started to move.
Ji Xiao raised his eyes, the two looked at each other, Meng Xueli saw himself in the eyes of the Taoist companion, his eyes were red, and he wanted to cry or not, a look of confusion and love.
"Did you peek at my script?" Meng Xueli's voice was intermittent and defended, "I bought it because you pissed me off at Hanmen Bridge last time."
Ji Xiao leaned into his ear and asked softly, "Then you're mad at me, so should you blame me?"
Meng Xueli shrank his ears, thinking about it, it was the matter of King Baihe bathing again, how could this matter not go away.
"You're not going to spank me again, are you?" Meng Xueli asked lightly panting.
He remembered that Ji Xiao was angry last time, and pressed himself on the table to beat him so hard that he couldn't help but feel wronged and embarrassed, and his whole body was filled with heat.