"Zong Zixiao... you... you bastard... let me go!"
Ears are humiliated, mixed with low-pitched scolding, nose is rich and sweet orchid fragrance, body is endless stimulation, what comes into view is a messy bedding, thick long black silk like splashed ink, swaying the whole picture, There is also that porcelain white face, vermilion lips, and two eyes as moist as clear water. It is hard to tell which stroke is the finishing touch. This painting cannot be more vivid.
The person under him is the person in his heart.
"Brother..." He heard his own voice, trembling, depressed, manic, and greedy.
"You don't deserve to call me big brother!"
"You don't deserve to be a big brother." He bumped hard, looking at the man's distorted face, he felt supremely satisfied physically and mentally.
"Bastard... bastard..." The man was powerless to resist. Under this situation, instead of being hostile, he even showed a bit of anger when he reprimanded him, which only made him more provocative.
He grabbed the narrow jaw: "Why are you so thin, don't you eat well again, do you want me to feed you myself?"
"roll!"
He bent down, licked and kissed the already red and swollen lips, with a bewitching voice mixed with a frivolous smile: "This is unbearable? Do you want me to let you go?"
"..."
"Call me Xiaojiu."
"Bastard, you're not Xiao Jiu!"
"You are not the big brother in my heart, but who told you to wear this layer of skin that can seduce me." He pressed his red ears and threatened, "Call, otherwise, you will be in trouble all night long." Don't think I'll let you go."
The man bit his lips tightly, as if no matter what, he was unwilling to associate the man who tortured and humiliated him with that name.
"Call, call!"
The forbearable silence was exchanged for even crazier invasion and plunder.
There is no limit to the sea of suffering, you and I sink together—
As he was sleeping soundly, Xie Bian suddenly felt more and more stuffy, as if he had stuck something hot and hot, which made his whole body dry, and he wrinkled his face and opened his eyes.
There was a heavy weight on his chest, and he felt a little suffocated. He stretched his neck and found an arm crossing his chest, and a black head resting on his shoulder socket. Half of his arm was numb, and his breathing was also somewhat difficult. And that wasn't the worst, when he came to, he realized that something hard had been rubbing against his leg.
Jie Bian opened his sleepy eyes and stared at the head in confusion. When he finally understood what was pushing him, all the heat rushed to the top of the sky in an instant. At that moment, he seemed to be cooked and flicked Get up, wanting to push Fan Wuxi away.
Unexpectedly, when he moved, Fan Wuxi reacted even more, unconsciously tightening his grip on his waist, wrapping his arms and legs around his torso like a snake, muttering in his mouth, it seemed to be scolding, but it was indistinct.
Xie Bian's scalp was numb, and his ears were red with anxiety. He just wanted to throw Fan Wuxi out, but he was worried about his shoulder injury.
With just such a hesitation, Fan Wuxi's breath sprayed on his neck, like a feather brushing gently, and like fingertips caressing frivolously, hot, itchy, dry, unprecedented embarrassment and panic let Jie Bi An couldn't bear to push Fan Wushi away.
This burst of pain dragged Fan Wuxi's sanity back to the present moment. He opened his eyes blankly, like wiping away the morning mist on a bronze mirror. An angry face was reflected in his pupils, dreams and reality were intertwined and chaotic. At this moment, the high wall built over a century collapsed, shattered into ashes, and disappeared in smoke. Some voice murmured in his ear, tempting him to release the beast inside the gate. Throw away all scruples and eat as much as you want.
Eat him, do what you've always wanted to do, he's yours, you can do anything to him.
Xie Bian was startled by Fan Wushi's scarlet eyes, he came back to his senses, and said angrily, "Fan Wushi, have you fallen asleep?!"
This roar shook Fan Wuxi's slack soul back into place. He looked down and saw his protruding part, and was stunned for a moment.
Xie Bian was so embarrassed that he wanted to bury his head under the bed. He closed his underwear, stood up, and thought about it calmly. Fan Wuxi was just growing up, and he couldn't help being out of control in his sleep. Was he too aggressive
Fan Wuxi swallowed, but his throat was so dry that it was about to burn. He asked calmly, "Senior brother, what did I do to you?"
Xie Bian is about to explode, this kid can't give each other a step, do they have to be so straightforward!
"Senior Brother." Fan Wuxi looked up at Xie Bian, "What did I do, what did I say?" He didn't know if he had such a dream and said something he shouldn't have said.
Xie Bian clenched his fists, and began to find a way for himself: "No, it's nothing, you... talked in your sleep, but you didn't hear clearly. At your age, this is, also, normal."
Xie Bian's shy and self-possessed appearance is really something people will never tire of watching. Fan Wuxi licked his lips lightly, thinking of teasing, and asked pretending to be ignorant: "I'm like this...is it normal?" ? Sometimes I wake up like this in the morning, brother, do you also like this?"
Xie Bian only felt that the top of his head was going to smoke, and he hesitated, "Maybe, everyone, it's all the same."
"So, will Senior Brother also have that kind of dream?"
"..." It's good not to mention the dream, but when I mentioned it, Xie Bian suddenly remembered the dream he had in Yunhe.
"Senior Brother." Fan Wuxi leaned over to the bed, looking at Xie Bian with bright eyes without blinking, "I dreamed that I was naked, and a..."
Xie Bian covered Fan Wuyi's mouth: "Don't say anything rude."
Fan Wuxi's eyes flickered, and he pulled down his hand: "I just want to talk to someone, and I don't even know who to talk to."
"I..." Seeing Fan Wuxi, who was dazed even by the strands of his hair, Xie Bian began to blame himself again. Fan Wuyi has no father and no brother. As a senior brother, he must give him the right guidance. It is duty-bound, he took a breath, "I can't tell, I will bring you something tomorrow, you will understand after reading it."
"what?"
Xie Bian lowered his voice and said, "Some picture albums, don't tell Master."
A cunning flashed in Fan Wuxi's eyes: "Okay."
"How is your shoulder?" Xie Bian suddenly remembered his purpose of staying here overnight.
"Well, it hurts." Fan Wuxi covered his shoulders.
Xie Bian lifted his clothes and took a look: "Fortunately, the wound is not open. You should rest early and don't scratch."
"Aren't you going to sleep with me?"
"Your room is too hot." Jie Bian said quickly, "I'm going back."
Fan Wuzhen watched Xie Bian rushing away, with a smile on his lips. He lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and saw all the beauties in his dream, that person's flushed face, suppressed voice, hot body, everything made people crazy.
He will definitely take back everything that belonged to him in his previous life, including that person—
The next day, there was no medicinal food on the table.
Zhong Kui was overjoyed: "It can be regarded as not doing those strange things, I want to be vegetarian."
Bo Zhu also looked like he was about to cry with joy: "The food is still delicious, but I miss me to death. No, I was already dead..."
Xie Bian coughed lightly: "Wuxie's injury is almost healed, so there is no need to mend it."
Fan Wuxi nodded: "Well, too much energy and blood is not a good thing, too much is too much."
Xie Bian cast a sideways glance at Fan Wuxi, wondering if these words were intentional. After he went back last night, he couldn't sleep at all. He enlightened himself for a long time, thinking that he had made a fuss over a molehill. When men are young, such accidents happen from time to time. Fan Wuxi fell asleep and dreamed, and it was not intentional. If you care too much, it will appear that you are narrow-minded, and you don't have the demeanor of an adult or a brother.
So after practicing the sword in the afternoon, Xie Bian took his collection of pornographic books and erotic pictures, and quietly handed them to Fan Wushi. When he was traveling in the world, he was curious about all kinds of messy things, and loved to buy them, but he bought other things generously, only these books were hidden away, for fear that Bozhu would find them when he was cleaning.
Fan Wuxi flipped through the covers, took out one of the books, and deliberately pretended to be innocent: "Brother, does this "Treasure of Appreciating Flowers" talk about how to appreciate flowers?"
Jie Bian turned pale with shock, and snatched it away: "This book can't be read."
"Why?"
Jie Bian angrily wanted to punch himself. It’s all the fault of the book stall owner, who said that it’s cheaper to buy five books together, and strongly recommends this book, saying how good it is, he still has to face, how dare he open it face-to-face to see if it’s really “good-looking”, so he bought it together, When I got home and looked at it, I found that this book was about broken sleeves, so I kept it dusty. I didn’t expect to pay attention today, so I brought it together.
Fan Wuxi asked reluctantly: "Why can't I watch it? Brother, I want to watch it." He said he was going to get it.
Xie Bian memorized the book behind his back: "This book is not good. I didn't read it, so I just flipped through it. It's very bad. You can't read it. You can just read the others."
"I think the title of the book is very elegant. It must be a good book. I think..."
"You don't want to." Xie Bian stuffed the "Treasure of Flowers" into his inner jacket, looked around like a thief, and said in a low voice, "Remember, you can't let Master know, and you can't let Bo Zhu Know."
"Okay." Fan Wuxi nodded and said, "If there is something I don't understand, can I ask my brother for advice?"
"You'll understand after reading it!" Jie Bian left angrily.
Fan Wuxi laughed lowly. It turns out that this person has so many interesting faces that he has never seen before. He missed too much in his previous life, and he must make up for it in this life.