Du Yan is now almost unable to tell if this is his dream, or if he has fallen into some kind of hallucination.
He is now facing a situation like a "ghost press" again, let alone turning back or standing up, he can't even move his fingers.
Du Yan closed his eyes, reluctantly calmed himself down, sorted out a few possibilities, and then called Xiaoba in his head.
"Xiao Ba, what is the situation of the dream now? Is there something wrong with the master of the dream, causing the dreams to be linked to each other?"
Xiao Ba was also confused by the god unfolding in front of him, and only after hearing Du Yan's reminder did he remember what happened in the dream world: "Wait, I'll take a look."
Xiao Ba temporarily left to check the status of the dream world, and only Du Yan was left sitting on the chair and looking at the bronze mirror. The man behind him was very tall, and his face was not reflected in the bronze mirror.
Du Yan watched the man gently remove the complicated hair accessories on his head one by one, and from the reflection in the bronze mirror, he could see some clothes on the other side.
The style of the robe does not belong to Cheng Yu's era. It is neither the robe that Cheng Yu used to wear when he was down and out, nor the black and red dragon robe after he became an emperor.
To be precise, the man behind him is wearing the wedding gown that the groom wears when they get married, which is often seen in most TV shows. From the style point of view, it is a pair with Du Yan.
Xiao Ba replied at this time: "The current situation is normal, everything that is happening now is considered reasonable within this world view, and the dream world does not have any signs of intertwining or collapsing."
After getting Xiao Ba's reply. Du Yan frowned slightly, feeling a little distressed.
His slight emotional changes were keenly captured by the people behind him: "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
Du Yan was silent for a moment, then called out, "Cheng Yu, is that you?"
The man opened his mouth, but his tone sounded a little unhappy. He asked, "Who is Cheng Yu? I will be very unhappy if you call someone else's name at this time."
Du Yan thought about it for a second, then tried to say, "Then, Xiao Lang?"
This time, the man behind him was silent for a moment before speaking, "The name Xiao Lang is very familiar. Who is Xiao Lang?"
Seeing this, Du Yan asked, "Then who are you?"
The person behind him bent down slightly and hugged Du Yan's waist intimately from behind. He approached Du Yan's ear, as if preparing to answer this question.
Du Yan stared at the bronze mirror, wanting to see the face of this person or a ghost, but found that the bronze mirror that could still vaguely reflect the figure was completely dimmed at this time, only a gray area remained, what? Can't see clearly.
"I don't know who I am, but I know that you are mine..."
The voice just fell, and the room, which was still slightly bright, was completely plunged into darkness.
Du Yan was picked up, except that he could feel the strong arms and chest holding him, he couldn't feel anything else, including the breathing sound of another existence.
Du Yan didn't open his mouth, only the sound of his own breathing echoed gently beside his ears, very calm.
He was gently placed on the bed, Du Yan's feeling was very keen, although limited by the light, he couldn't see the opponent's movements clearly. He could feel each other's every move.
Du Yan's coat was taken off, and the complicated wedding clothes fell to the ground layer by layer, and finally only the thin middle clothes remained.
The man left, and after a while, someone pressed him up. Du Yan frowned slightly, raised his hand to block it subconsciously, and suddenly realized that he could move.
Du Yan's hand touched the smooth skin. It turned out that he had just left to take off his clothes. The current situation is very ambiguous, the skin is touching, and the distance between each other is too close, but Du Yan, who has a clear brain circuit, is concerned about another thing.
The skin that his palm touched, without any temperature, was smooth and cold, like jade. However, it is not appropriate to say that it is jade, because jade has a real weight, and the person on his body is a little erratic. He can feel the weight, but it does not seem to have a real body.
In the current situation, it is indeed a ghost, not a dream.
In Du Yan's pondering moment, a soft kiss fell on the side of his ear, along the side of his neck all the way to his collarbone. Even in this situation, in the still air, only Du Yan's breathing could be heard.
The ghost spoke again: "You know, when I saw you for the first time, I thought that your collarbone is very beautiful, very beautiful. If you can leave my traces, it will be even more beautiful."
hiss-
Du Yan felt a tingling pain in his collarbone, and then it seemed that the tip of his cold tongue licked lightly on it.
He finally spoke, trying to stop the other party's increasingly excessive behavior: "Xiao Lang, what are you trying to do?"
The ghost on his body finally stopped, his voice sounded a little cold: "Who is Cheng Yu? Who is Xiao Lang? Why are you calling someone else's name? You are mine, you are not allowed to look at others, not to others looking at you..."
Du Yan guessed some clues, this ghost should be Xiao Lang, but it has not been formed long, and it is still in the stage of only instinct but no reason and no memory.
"You..." Du Yan wanted to talk to him a few more words to learn more about Xiao Lang's situation at this time.
Without thinking about him, he opened his mouth, and before he finished speaking, his cold lips came up. Du Yan
The slightly parted lips just provided Xiao Lang with convenience. The tip of his tongue, which was as cold as a piece of ice, entered his mouth and entangled with his tongue mercilessly.
It feels weird. Du Yan knew that he was already moved, and kissing the other party would naturally be a little confused. However, the ghost on his body was really too cold, and there was no warmth from his head to his feet, not even the tip of his tongue.
Du Yan's thoughts were tossing back and forth between rationality and sensibility, which caused a rare confusion in his mind. He can be sure that the ghost on his body is Xiao Lang, but it is extremely unreasonable for Xiao Lang to appear here now.
In front of the dressing table just now, the tone and choice of words of this ghost were completely different from Xiao Lang, who was just a college student in this dream world, but more like Cheng Yu in the previous dream.
That's why Du Yan called out Cheng Yu's name for the first time. In such an extremely chaotic situation, Du Yan didn't have any sense of resistance, and even cooperated a little.
Perhaps it was his unconscious cooperation that made this ghost more arrogant. When the icy hand slipped into Du Yan's pants, he shivered from the cold, and his consciousness suddenly came to his senses.
Du Yan grabbed the cold wrist.
"Enough, what exactly do you want to do?" Du Yan's tone rarely lost his calm, with a slightly panting voice that sounded very irritating.
The voice on his body smiled in a low voice, and it was the familiar Chengyu tone again: "Madam, it's the wedding night now, so it's naturally what you should do on the wedding night."
However, Du Yan ruthlessly lifted the person on his body and said, "You don't even know who you are, how should I spend this wedding night with you?"
He moved quickly, and before the ghost got up, he pressed it on the opponent's shoulder, and then straddled the opponent's waist to stop the next resistance.
The room was still pitch black, perhaps Du Yan's eyes had adapted to this darkness. Now that they are very close to each other, Du Yan can finally barely see the face of the ghost under him. Although it is not too clear, he can still recognize this familiar face.
Although it is said that every dream world is based on the movie starring Shao Lingheng, the protagonist in each dream world looks like Shao Lingheng's face. But because in different movies, there are different makeup and hair, age, and Shao Lingheng's acting expression is different, in fact, the difference between each person is quite big.
At least Du Yan could tell at a glance that the ghost under him was Cheng Yu's appearance, not Xiao Lang, a young college student.
Du Yan lowered his body and said softly, "Want to have a bridal chamber? Figure out who you really are, but don't give yourself a cuckold."
After Du Yan said these words, the ghost who was still struggling stopped, and he muttered to himself, "Yes, who am I? Who am I?"
He repeated this for a long time, and his tone was full of doubts.
Just when Du Yan thought he would give up the idea of a bridal chamber, he suddenly turned over and pressed Du Yan under him again.
At this moment, his tone seemed to be a different person: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that you can't leave me."
Du Yan's eyes went dark, and when he looked at it again, he couldn't help but be startled, and called out another name: "He Jin?"
"He Jin." He chuckled in a low voice, "Who is He Jin? Why do you always think about others and want to leave me? I clearly, obviously, took over everything according to your wishes."
Du Yan only felt that the other party's tone was very strange. When he was about to push it away, he was grabbed by his wrist and pressed on his head.
"Let go." Du Yan said coldly.
However, as soon as Du Yan finished speaking, he heard a "click", as if something was buckled. The ghost, who was half-pressed on him, got up and moved away: "I've always wanted to do this. You look really good with a chain."
Du Yan's hands were free again, he propped up his body and lowered his eyes to look at his hands. Above the wrist, is a delicate golden bracelet, if not for the chain attached to the bracelet.
The other end of the long chain was fastened to the head of the bunk bed, limiting Du Yan's range of movement to this bed.
"… "
Under the current situation, Du Yan didn't feel angry. The ghost in front of him can be said to be in the late stage of mental illness. He has no reason and acts very casually.
Du Yan just felt a little helpless. It turned out that He Jin, who was in the first dream, looked quite normal, but had the inside actually twisted to such a degree. It seems that he really has no talent for raising children. He was just an ordinary young man with some scum, but he developed a terminal mental illness.
"Is it okay to untie this chain?" Du Yan asked.
The ghost sitting opposite just shook his head: "Why untie it, isn't it good-looking? If you don't like it, why don't you change the style?"
There is no way to keep entangled like this. Du Yan felt that he could no longer communicate with the ghost in front of him. He smiled lightly: "Then come and kiss me, okay?"
After Du Yan finished speaking, he bit the tip of his tongue secretly, and the moment the other party's lips kissed, he directly fed the blood from the tip of his tongue into the other party's mouth.
Everything in front of him began to twist slowly, and the chain on Du Yan's wrist gradually disappeared.
The ghost that finally disappeared, holding Du Yan, had no anger on his face. Before disappearing, he just left a sentence: "You are mine, I will not let you go, absolutely not."