Chu Muyun knew why Yan Chen put him outside.
After the two talked, they had many opportunities to have a relationship, but Yan Chen didn't do anything.
Maybe I was drunk last night, maybe the time was running out, and both of them were a little bit indulgent... But the great satisfaction of the body was followed by the emptiness of the soul.
Yan Chen didn't want to sleep with him, because sleeping together is more terrifying than making love.
The body is comforted, and there is a moving illusion when hugging and sleeping.
It seems that they love each other deeply, their breathing is synchronized, their body temperature is the same, and even their heartbeats are beating together, and that kind of satisfaction can fill their souls.
But it's just a delusion... his one-sided delusion. After waking up, it will only make the empty place more and more empty, and the wind will swirl through the body, directly attacking the most fragile and soft place.
So Yan Chen couldn't, and didn't dare.
Chu Muyun captured these feelings, but Shen Shisha obviously couldn't.
In his eyes, everything became a mess.
After he learned that Chu Muyun was here with Yan Chen, the manic emotional beast was screaming, screaming, and clamoring...
When he closed his eyes, Chu Muyun and Yan Chen slept with their necks clasped together, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Chu Muyun's tender and revealing eyes - but unfortunately he wasn't looking at him.
This kind of torture made him unable to bear it for even a single moment. He just wanted to take Chu Muyun away!
After trying his best to break through the defense of Zhaomei Mountain, Shen Shisha came here, but what he saw was Chu Muyun, who was 'thrown' outside with the smell of lust all over his body.
The mood of sinking hookah at this moment cannot be described in words.
He regards him as a treasure, for him to give up everything, as long as he can get even the slightest bit of likes from him, he will be crazy with joy.
He gave up principles for him, he plugged his ears for him, he was even willing to be blind for him, but what about him
Cold-blooded, cruel, heartless.
As soon as he said it, he walked away, stepping on his humble footing, and abandoning his sacrifices like a slug.
He can't wait to put him on the top of his heart, but he is willing to be spoiled by others here!
Shen Shisha's practice was really maddening.
If Yan Chen really cared about him, why would he put him outside? How could you leave him here after such a tossing
Under the monstrous anger of the sinking hookah, there is unspeakable distress.
He felt sorry for Chu Muyun, but resented himself.
Fortunately, Chu Muyun did not hide it. He looked at the sinking hookah and said coldly, "Go out."
Shen Shisha's beautiful eyes were instantly filled with blood-like scarlet.
Chu Muyun continued: "Don't wake up Yan Chen."
Shen Shisha smirked, his eyes were red and he smiled, but his voice was very gloomy: "You miss him so much, but do you know what Yan Chen thinks of you?"
Chu Muyun frowned.
Shen Shisha threw a piece of paper in front of him with a line of words on it.
"Chu Muyun is here with me. If you want him, you can exchange it for something suitable."
There is no doubt that this is Yan Shen's handwriting...
Chu Muyun knew very well that it would be easy for Yan Chen to trick other Demon Venerables into taking photos of Meishan, but he really didn't expect that Yan Chen would actually use such a... um, straightforward way.
To provoke them? But what good does it do to Yan Chen
Chu Muyun was in a trance, but when this expression fell into Shen Shisha's eyes, it completely changed.
He thought that Chu Muyun was sad and Yan Shen was sad.
Sadly, the sinking hookah, who had recognized his emotions, was heartbroken again, his heart was twitching, connected to blood vessels and nerves, and it was heart-breaking to move.
Under such stinging pain, Shen Shisha suddenly calmed down, and the hostility between his eyebrows miraculously disappeared. He slowly crouched down, half-knelt in front of the bed, and looked up at Chu Muyun slightly.
Chu Muyun was stunned, and lowered his head to look into his amazingly beautiful eyes.
Shen Shisha is a person who never hides his emotions. His love is strong and dazzling - he asks for everything and gives everything without reservation.
This kind of love is unbearable for many people, because it is too hot, just like the sun on the horizon, the kind of light and heat that unreservedly emits will illuminate everything in the dark, but if it is too close, you will always worry about yourself. It will be roasted and burn up, and then disappear.
Chu Muyun doesn't have such worries, on the contrary, he actually appreciates such feelings, so he always has more indulgence for Shen Shisha.
It's just that he can't respond.
Shen Shisha looked at him and said softly, "Ayun, will I take you back, okay? Yan Chen doesn't care about you, he only treats you as an item, a chess piece to obtain the desired piece, and he treats you from the beginning to the end. There is no affection at the end."
"Go back with me, go back to Wuqing Palace, do whatever you want, it doesn't matter if you don't like me, as long as... just don't leave me again."
The last sentence made him look like a poor child, praying for the last trace of mercy, longing for the final redemption.
Chu Muyun lowered his eyes slightly and gave him only three words: "I'm sorry."
A short silence, but a long one seems to have emptied all the air, so that the entire space is trying to compress...
Shen Shisha's eyes completely lost their luster, he stood up and stared at him.
Chu Muyun's face was indifferent and calm.
This expression stimulated his deepest nerve, and the sinking hookah pinched his chin and pressed it strongly towards him.
Chu Muyun didn't struggle, he just let him mess around like this.
When Shen Shiyan was about to do it regardless, the closed door slammed open.
Yan Chen put on a coat and stood there with a cold face.
Chu Muyun turned his head slightly, his face expressionless.
Shen Shisha stopped moving, he didn't even take off his clothes, but the person under him was not even an inch.
Yan Chen's voice was extremely cold: "What do you think of Zhaomei Mountain?"
Shen Shisha got up and rolled Chu Muyun into the quilt—actually, this was ridiculous, but Shen Shisha couldn't bear it.
Shen Shisha got up, adjusted his clothes slowly, and became that gorgeous and expensive greedy emperor again.
He raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically, "Since you want to sell him, don't you allow me to inspect the goods in advance?"
Yan Shen said coldly, "Shen Shisha, you are courting death."
A large flame ignited in the sinking hookah: "I'm very curious, who will die here today!"
In an instant, swords were drawn!
Chu Muyun squinted his eyes, Yan Chen had no chance of winning, he could still fight Shen Shisha when he was victorious, but now...
In a trance, something flashed across his mind, and Chu Muyun couldn't help but feel palpitations.
At this moment, a voice with an extremely confusing voice sounded, but the tone was extremely cold.
"I'm also curious as to who will die here."
When the words fell, Xie Qianlan, who was dressed in red, was already standing under the moon.
His appearance was hidden in the dark and blurred, but his eyes completely fell on Chu Muyun.