When Luo Wei's hand touched Wei Lan's place, Wei Lan snorted and her whole body trembled.
"Don't be afraid, it's me, Wei Lan, it's me," Luo Wei kept comforting the man who wanted to die immediately. He knew his embarrassment, but otherwise, Wei Lan's place would be useless. "Wei Lan, relax a little, so you can't let it out, relax."
Wei Lan tried to relax herself as much as possible. Luo Wei's technique was very skilled, and most men would quickly release it on his hands, but this Wei Lan couldn't release it for a long time, only sweating from the pain. He bit his lip again, refusing to shout, and in a short while he bit his lip to the point of blood dripping.
Luo Wei was also a little anxious, and his hands accelerated, but Wei Lan's face became more and more distorted. Half an hour passed, Luo Wei's hand was sore, and Wei Lan still couldn't let it out.
"Master, son," Wei Lan said tremblingly, "Forget it, forget it."
Luo Wei also wanted to give up, but he looked at Wei Lan's face distorted by pain, and looked at the blood in his mouth, as if he saw himself in the previous life.
Seeing that Luo Wei had stopped moving, Wei Lan opened her mouth and took a few breaths, "Sir, I'm sorry."
Luo Wei took out the pillow towel from the back of Wei Lan's head, folded it a few times, and brought it to Wei Lan's mouth, "Bite it."
Wei Lan obediently bit the pillow towel.
Luo Wei turned around and went to the bar. The candles on the table were blown out, and he turned back and went to bed.
In the darkness, Wei Lan could only feel a place where she was softly wrapped around her. Wei Lan was startled, couldn't care about anything, and immediately began to struggle.
"Don't move," Luo Wei's muffled voice came from the darkness. He pressed Wei Lan with one hand, "Be obedient."
Wei Lan couldn't listen to this. He struggled desperately, but was horrified to find that as he struggled, his place went deeper into Luo Wei's mouth. Gradually, affection came to Wei Lan, and reason moved away from him a little bit.
Luo Wei naturally thought of this method. From a psychological point of view, he felt that he was the dirty one. The meanest prostitute in the world was much cleaner than him, so Luo Wei didn't care about himself.
Wei Lan still moaned, but this moan was filled with joy. Love was always just shame and pain for him, but he didn't expect him to feel happy tonight. Even the pain that didn't disappear seemed to be a reminder. Made him feel lust. Wei Lan began to move spontaneously in Luo Wei's mouth, and a hand also fixed Luo Wei's head unconsciously. Luo Wei tried his best to speed up his movements, and reached out his hand to touch Wei Lan's chest.
"Ah!" Wei Lan whimpered, if he hadn't bit the pillow towel in his mouth, he would have shouted loudly.
I don't know how long it took, and finally a hot liquid was injected into Luo Wei's throat. Rowe felt the smell of blood and breathed a sigh of relief, the blood clot finally came out.
Wei Lan's mind was blank for a moment, he felt tired, but his whole body was comfortable. It was not until Luo Wei got out of bed and lit the candle that Wei Lan reacted. He looked at Luo Wei who was gargling his mouth with water in disbelief, rolled directly from the bed to the ground, and knelt in front of Luo Wei.
Luo Wei hurriedly came over to help Wei Lan, and showed Wei Lan the water bowl he rinsed his mouth with, "Look, the blood clot came out."
Wei Lan glanced at the blood clot in the bowl, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, "Master, Master, you..."
"Shh!" Luo Wei covered Luo Wei's mouth, "Wei Lan must be loyal to me in the future! And don't tell anyone about this, it's a secret between the two of us, eh?" He smiled at Wei Lan Say.
In the halo of candlelight, the smiling Luo Wei had a charming mental elegance, Wei Lan nodded dazedly. He will be loyal to Luo Wei, not because he is his shadow guard, not because he saved his life, but because his life seems to be born to this person.
The next day, Luo Wei and his party set off.
Luo Wei knew that it was impossible for the dragoon guards to not hear the movement between him and Wei Lan yesterday, so he said to the dragoon guards: "We have a blood clot in Wei Lan's body."
The Dragoon Guards nodded and said nothing.
In the carriage, Wei Lan's face was buried in his arms, and his face was burning.