Qi Yan never thought that Xizhao had such a setting. After all, in Qi Yan's words, Xizhao was... a boring horse flea.
Oh no, no, now it seems that neither is the boring horse flea.
After his pants were taken off, Qi Yan's cheeks turned red and he hid deeper in the bed, but was pulled back by his ankles.
"Hey, Xizhao, you—" Tears welled up in Qi Yan's eyes. Xizhao's tender and smooth skin was touched by Xizhao, and his little brother gradually raised his head.
"Let me go quickly, I, I'm going to react..." Qi Yan's voice was choked, and the clear tone was particularly pleasant, making people feel the urge to bully him.
Xizhao's eyes dimmed, and he ignored Qi Yan. He fixed Qi Yan's arms with one hand, and touched his little brother who raised his head slightly with the other, caressing and stroking him gently.
"Well..." Qi Yan's eyes filled with tears: "You, you, a man, actually..."
Xizhao remained silent, as if he was deaf and mute, and did things that made people blush without changing his expression.
Gradually, Qi Yan was no longer so resistant, because a wave of heat flowed through his body, making him feel extremely comfortable. Every time the skin is pressed, you can feel an unprecedented sensation. Drenched in sweat, Qi Yan looked at Xizhao's cold expression with cold eyes, hazy eyes and red cheeks. There was a clear contrast between the two.
After a moment, Qi Yan's soft and hoarse voice slowly sounded out with a hint of tenderness: "Hurry up, it's coming..."
Xizhao secretly raised his eyebrows, his eyes as pale and cold as ice fell on Qi Yan's face captured by Gu Zhanwang, and the speed of his hands increased.
Qi Yan's appearance is more than handsome, more than enchanting. The red gauze shirt is opened, revealing the body and privacy underneath; the red fruit stands erect in the air, showing fascination, and the slightly squinted eyes are particularly attractive.
"Ah-" Finally, with a scream, dots of white liquid were scattered on Xizhao's hands and Qi Yan's abdomen.
It seems like you are sitting in a light boat floating on the sea, slowly and swaying. Breathing softly, Qi Yan looked at the solid wood carved bed beam with tears in his eyes, immersed in the high court for a long time and unable to extricate himself.
Xizhao wiped his hands with a handkerchief, then sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching Qi Yan lying on the bed panting.
After a moment, he said calmly: "But are you ready?"
Qi Yan glanced sideways at him, snorted lightly, and ignored him.
Since he has practiced the art of charming, his self-control ability is not very bad. It is impossible for him to react just because of Xizhao's two touches... Obviously, in addition to being fed medicine that weakens his body, he has also been fed some indescribable things. Drug.
Xizhao's words "Don't drink the tea in Xingchun Tower" probably meant to tell him: You have been drugged.
After realizing it, Qi Yan stared at the bed beam and said awkwardly for a long time: "Thank you very much this time."
As he finished speaking, his eyes were suddenly covered by a blanket. Before Qi Yan could say anything, he felt himself being wrapped in the quilt and picked up in the air.
"Hey! What are you going to do again?"
"Go back home." Xizhao has long been fed up with the smell that permeates Xingchun Tower: "Do you still want to stay here?"
"You..." Qi Yan blushed under the quilt: "You send me back to the Demon Cult, I won't go back home with you!"
It's so shameful to be taken back home just after doing that thing, and will it be regarded as too disrespectful...
But what a ridiculous scene it would be for a martial arts leader to send the Demon Cult's protector back to the Demon Cult! Xizhao said nothing and ignored Qi Yan's words. He directly hugged the person and returned to the Wulin League under everyone's gaze.
I heard that Caihe was ransomed by a man who had always admired her. Although she could not become the wife of the main wife, because she was a virgin and the man loved her, she became the most favored wife of the side wife. lady.
After being carried back to his room by Xizhao, Qi Yan lay on the bed. Seeing that there was no sound outside for a long time, he opened a corner of the quilt and looked outside.
In the outer room facing the bed is a desk. At this moment, Xizhao is sitting behind the desk, writing something on rice paper.
Qi Yan wanted to get out of the quilt, but he was disheveled and didn't even have any underwear, so he had to shrink back.
"What are you writing? Is it Flying Pigeon sending a message asking my brother to pick me up?"
"No." Xizhao raised his eyes and saw that the man was curled up in the quilt, with his small head exposed, his hair slightly messy, and his thin lips slightly opened as he looked in his direction, a bit like a little mouse begging for food.
Xizhao denied it, and Qi Yan was a little anxious: "Then why don't you ask my brother to pick me up?"
"How could I, the majestic leader of the alliance, pass on messages from people to people in the Demon Sect?" Xizhao's voice was extremely calm. He drew ink and pen in a leisurely manner, and continued to write on the paper with flying colors.
Qi Yan thought for a moment and said, "You can find some clothes for me, and I'll do it myself."
"No clothes." Xizhao answered without raising his head.
Qi Yan finally realized that Xizhao was simply too lazy to care about him! He doesn’t want people from the Demon Cult to come to him!
What's happening here? Could it be said that the favorability level is now full enough to be imprisoned and played
After thinking carefully for a while, Qi Yan felt that this was impossible. He could only say that Xizhao had other purposes. Maybe it's not because of myself at all, but because of something else and just following him...
Thinking of this, Qi Yan became anxious: "Hurry up and find me some clothes! Can't I give you some money?"
Xizhao said coolly: "If you had money, you wouldn't be here."
"I, wasn't I tricked by the old madam of Xingchun Tower?" Qi Yan felt aggrieved: "If you lock me up like this, you will definitely attract criticism. It's not a good thing for you or me!"
"I do not mind."
"you… "
It doesn't matter to you, I don't care!
Huddled in the quilt, Qi Yan became more and more angry as he thought about it, but he couldn't vent it out. His body is soft and he can move, but walking is a bit difficult, let alone expect him to stand up and fight Xizhao for hundreds of rounds.
After thinking about it, Qi Yan fell asleep, sleeping very peacefully in this small bed.
Here, Xizhao finished writing the letter, raised his head, and saw Qi Yan sleeping soundly with his little head exposed. There were beads of sweat on his head, and the corners of his mouth were inadvertently curved, and he was very quiet.
He is much cuter at this moment than when he was showing off his teeth and claws.
Staring at his peaceful sleeping face, Xizhao narrowed his eyes, picked up the letter he had just written, read it for a while, and then slowly put it into the envelope prepared beside him.
-Maybe the Demonic Cult is not as bad as he imagined, but the Demonic Cult is the Demonic Cult.
After twisting the envelope, Xizhao said coldly: "Pass it to Mr. Fu."
Suddenly, a figure appeared out of nowhere, took the envelope respectfully, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
It was as if nothing had happened. Xizhao wrote again and wrote a big word on the rice paper
-quiet.