If it was before, Feng Ci would probably have kicked Pei Qianyue.
But now, he hesitated.
The kiss the day before was still terribly clear, it was clearly such an offensive act, but Feng Ci didn't feel disgusted at all.
Instead of being disgusted, on the contrary... I like it a little bit.
There is a reason for mortals to indulge in sensuality and indulge in lust.
Thinking of this, a little unbearable heat suddenly rose in his body, and even Pei Qianyue's finger on his lips seemed to turn into a small hook, making people itch.
Pei Qianyue has always been casual and always clings to Feng Ci, and he has never been willing to do all kinds of actions. But at this time, he was a sub-gentleman, holding Feng Ci's face and did not make any further moves, as if he was really waiting for Feng Ci's answer.
It made Fengci a little annoyed.
The bastard wants to hear what he has to say? Say he wants to try
Can't say it.
He wants face.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Feng Ci slapped Pei Qianyue's hand away forcefully, and said with a straight face, "If you mess around again, I'll chop you off."
After Feng Ci said this, he turned and walked away quickly, leaving Pei Qianyue still standing where he was.
He lifted it up, put his fingertips on his lips and sipped it lightly, tasting a little sweetness of berry juice.
Pei Qianyue laughed again, and said in a low voice, "Obviously I really want to."
***
Although Feng Ci said that it was nothing to stay in this illusion, but for a while, neither of them gave up looking for a way out.
But they searched the entire Lingwu Mountain fantasy area several times, but still found nothing.
After breaking the mirror again to no avail, Feng Ci and Pei Qianyue returned to the cave.
Before returning, the two went to the forest to pick up some branches and firewood.
Both of them have spiritual power to protect their bodies, and they don't need food to satisfy their hunger, nor do they need to light a fire to keep warm. But time does not pass in this illusion, and it is easy for people to lose the concept of time after staying for a long time. Light a bonfire, and by observing the extent of the flames, you can simply judge how long the time has passed.
Pei Qianyue set up firewood in the open space, cast a spell to ignite it, and heard a hoarse and strange sound coming from a distance.
Feng Ci sat on the treetop in front of the cave, grabbed a leaf, and tried to blow it.
The young man leaned against the tree trunk, with one leg hanging naturally, his hair was blown by the breeze, and his plain white clothes were shining brightly in the moonlight.
This should have been a beautiful picture, but it's a pity that Feng Ci only cares about competing with the leaves in him.
The life in the illusion is really as boring as Pei Qianyue said, so when he is not looking for the way to break the mirror, Pei Qianyue finds some fun for Fengci from time to time.
For example, teach him to play music with leaves.
It's strange to say that Pei Qianyue's clear and simple movements can't be done well in Fengci. He tried for a while, and the leaves only made a dull sound of being overwhelmed.
It even sounds a little funny.
The top of the nearby tree sank, and it was Pei Qianyue who sat next to him.
Pei Qianyue stretched out the leaves from the wind speech, flattened them carefully, and put his lips on the place where he blew.
The melody poured out.
Pei Qianyue's expression was very focused when he was playing the tune. He sat sideways on the treetop, his silhouette became deeper in the moonlight.
Feng Ci looked at it, suddenly feeling a little distracted.
Maybe it's because the days in this illusion are too boring, in this space where even time is stagnant, the only living thing nearby naturally arouses all emotions.
In short, ever since Pei Qianyue said those words in front of him that day, Feng Ci always thought of things that he shouldn't have thought of from time to time, especially when the two of them were alone like this, they couldn't control it.
And as the two were trapped longer, this emotion became more and more difficult to control.
Even if this person doesn't do anything, just sit quietly beside him, it can make his heart itch.
Qianqiu Shengzun has lived such a long time, and it is the first time that he finds that his concentration is so weak.
After a while, the music suddenly stopped.
"People." Pei Qianyue called him in a low voice.
Feng Ci suddenly came back to his senses, "What's wrong?"
Pei Qianyue let go of the leaves and sighed lowly: "If you don't want to, just do it again."
Feng Ci instantly understood what he was referring to.
—Look at him like that again.
Even Feng Ci could sense that there was something wrong with the atmosphere between the two of them, and it was even more impossible for Pei Qianyue to remain indifferent.
He will only be more impatient than Feng Ci.
After knowing that the other party was actually not feeling well, Feng Ci felt relieved.
He laughed, instead of avoiding it, he leaned forward slightly: "What do you mean by that, what do you want from me?"
Pei Qianyue's breathing suddenly became disordered.
Feng Ci's smile became more and more wanton.
Little by little, he stuck to Pei Qianyue, approaching the ear of the other party, and wanted to say something more, but there was a creaking sound.
Feng Ci's expression changed.
The fragile treetop finally couldn't bear the weight of the two and broke from it. In a flash, Pei Qianyue pulled Feng Ci into his arms, and both of them fell to the ground.
Pei Qianyue was on the front, humming under Feng Ci's pressure.
This tree is actually not very tall. They are an immortal patriarch in the comprehension world, and a great demon who has practiced for thousands of years. At this height, they will not even frown.
But Feng Ci crouched on Pei Qianyue and raised his head, but his brows were tightly frowned, and even his face turned slightly pale.
It hurts so much
Feng Ci remembered, and heard Pei Qianyue's deep voice: "...you move around."
The voice even sounded like gnashing of teeth.
Feng Ci blinked suspiciously, and belatedly felt where his thigh was touching. He tried to move his legs a little, and heard Pei Qianyue inhale gently.
It's clear.
If it hit there just now... it hurts.
However, he didn't quite understand why they were able to play the tune so vigorously when they clearly just played it.
"...Can't you pay me back?" Pei Qianyue spoke again.
Feng Ci looked at him innocently: "You made me move around."
Pei Qianyue's expression suddenly became even more indescribable.
Feng Ci: "Puff hahaha..."
Reason told him not to gloat, but Pei Qianyue's expression at the moment was really funny. The more Feng Ci looked at it, the more he found it funny. He lay on Pei Qianyue and laughed non-stop, laughing until his entire shoulders were shaking.
Pei Qianyue was finally forced intolerable by him, and pulled the arm around Feng Ci's waist.
The positions of the two were switched instantly, and Pei Qianyue savagely blocked Feng Ci's laughter.
Pei Qianyue's kiss was still strong, with a bit of ruthlessness to tear him apart, but the difference was that not long after, Feng Ci suddenly smelled a strong and sweet aroma.
He'd smelled it before.
It is the aphrodisiac incense secreted by snakes before mating.
Pei Qianyue used this thing when he was poisoned by a demon in Wu Ya Valley and almost offended Feng Ci.
Feng Ci suddenly tilted his head to avoid Pei Qianyue's kiss.
He was a little short of breath, panted twice, and said with a smile: "Your tricks are useless to me."
In this world, when the juvenile flesh is still young and young, it is not uncommon for him to be unable to withstand the aphrodisiac fragrance of the snake clan. But he has actually lived for thousands of years now, and these things are useless to him at all.
"Really?" Pei Qianyue kissed Qin Fengci's side neck, and the fragrance suddenly became more intense.
The two of them fell down not far from the fire, and the blazing flames reflected the bodies of the two embracing each other, making the surrounding temperature even hotter.
Pei Qianyue was very patient at the moment.
He slowed down his movements, and even kissed with a little tenderness.
What Feng Ci just said was not nonsense.
He has practiced Qingqing for many years, and he has long been detached from the world. Things have no effect on him, and he is not so easily emotional. Being pampered so tenderly by Pei Qianyue made her feel worse than before.
"Got it." Feng Ci pushed his shoulders, frowning, "I'm not coming."
The one who refused was held by Pei Qianyue, and kissed on the palm: "It seems that people didn't lie to me."
"Who lied to you." Feng Cijing was completely lost interest in this feeling of not being good, and just wanted to soak in cold spring water to sober up, "Just let go—"
Before he finished speaking, Pei Qianyue held him down again.
"I was thinking..." Pei Qianyue sighed and said in a low voice, "It seems that we can only take it slowly."
Feng Ci didn't understand how slow he was taking his time, and wanted to continue, but was completely blocked by Pei Qianyue's movement.
He lowered his head, and replaced the teasing with his lips with his tongue.
Feng Ci's breath stagnated, and he couldn't hold back a low gasp.
"Pei...Pei Qianyue!"
Feng Ci had never had such an experience in his life. He wanted to push the person away, but the latter grabbed his wrist and pressed him tightly into the grass.
The bonfire next to it was still beating, and the firewood crackled non-stop, covering up all ambiguous sounds.
…
…
Like a gentle stream of water constantly washing over the nerves, it took an unknown amount of time before Feng Cihun relaxed. He fell on the grass, his chest was heaving and his front was blurred.
After a while, a cool body came over and hugged him: "... so sour."
His voice was a little hoarse, and it was obvious that he had suffered a lot just now.
But I have to say, it is really comfortable.
Being served by others in this matter is a great physical and psychological stimulation. Feng Ci enjoyed the feeling of being pleased, and rubbed the other person's throat: "Does it still hurt?"
"It hurts." Pei Qianyue's voice softened immediately.
In terms of being miserable and making people sympathetic, Feng Ci is no match for Pei Qianyue.
The dignified Langfeng City was almost transformed back to its original shape when the Xianmeng rebelled, and it didn't even cry out in pain, but now it has become fragile.
Sure enough, as soon as she cried out about the pain, she leaned over and wanted to kiss him.
"Get out..." Feng Ci tilted his head to avoid it, his voice was low and hoarse, "I told you not to swallow... I won't give you a kiss."
This is to dislike even his own things.
Pei Qianyue smiled lowly, and did not kiss him again as promised, but just rubbed against his neck: "But I obviously like it very much."
Feng Ci didn't bother to talk to him.
Pei Qianyue obviously hadn't fully enjoyed himself yet, and after cuddling him for a while, he began to be dishonest again.
Feng Ci hurriedly grabbed his wrist, begging for mercy: "Come again, let me get used to it, it's really not good..."
He has lived for thousands of years and has never done this kind of thing. One experience is terrible, and two more times, maybe what will happen.
Pei Qianyue paused, and whispered, "That time?"
Feng Ci: "Well, time, time."
Pei Qianyue continued to negotiate conditions with him: "The number of people must be at my discretion."
After the dryness and heat of the body subsided, the drowsiness also swept up. Feng Ci was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, he couldn't hear what Pei Qianyue was saying at all, and he only vaguely perfunctory: "I listen to you, I listen to you."
Satisfied, Pei Qianyue hugged Feng Ci and stopped moving.