Wu Chang Jie

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Zong Zi Xiao ... you ... you beast ... let go of me!"

Beside the ear is a panting curse, filled with humiliation. The breath contains a sweet-smelling orchid fragrance. The body is a constant source of stimulation. Right before the eyes are messy bedding and thick and long black hair, like splashed ink painting a whole picture scroll. That porcelain white face, scarlet lips, and two moist and watery eyes; it was unclear which was added as the finishing touch. This artwork cannot be even more fresh and lively.

The person under the body is his beloved.*

"Big brother ..." he heard his own voice. Trembling, repressed, manic and greedy.

"You don't deserve to call me big brother!"

"And you don't deserve to be a big brother either." He slammed hard, looking at the man's twisted face with supreme satisfaction in both mind and body.

"Beast ... bastard ..." The man was powerless to resist, and in this situation, instead of being hostile, the painful rebuke showed a bit of anger, which is only more inviting.

He clutched that narrow jaw: "Why have you lost weight. Is it that you are not eating properly again? Do you want me to feed you myself?"

"F*** off!"

He leaned down, licked and kissed the already red and swollen lips. His compelling voice mixed with a flirtatious laugh: "Can't stand it anymore? Want me to leave you alone?"

"..."

"Call me Xiao Jiu."

"Bastard, you are not Xiao Jiu!"

"You're not the big brother I had in mind either, but who told you to still wear this skin that can seduce me." He pressed against that translucent red ear and threatened, "Scream. If not, for this whole night, don't you think I will let you go."

The man bit his lip, as if no matter what, he is not willing to let this man, who tortured and humiliated him, and that name be linked together.

"Scream, scream ah!"

The stoic silence was only rewarded with more frantic invasion and plunder.

The sea of suffering is endless, you and I sink together.

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As he slept, Xie Bi An suddenly felt a growing stifling heat, as if he was pressed against something hot and constantly emitting heat, making his whole body hot. He opened his eyes with a grimace.

There was something heavy and suffocating on his chest and he stretched his neck to find an arm across his chest and a black head resting on his shoulder socket. Half of his arm was numb and he was having some trouble breathing. That wasn't the worst of it, as he came to his senses, he became aware of something hard that had been rubbing against his leg.

With sleepy eyes open, Xie Bi An stared at the head in confusion, and when he finally realized what exactly was pushing against him, all the heat instantly rushed to his brain. At that moment it was as if he was being cooked. He sprang up violently, trying to push Fan Wu She away.

When he moved, Fan Wu She reacted even more, unconsciously tightening his waist and wrapping his arms and legs around his torso like a snake, muttering something under his breath that seemed to be a rebuke, but was slurred.

Xie Bi An's scalp tingled and his ears turned red with anxiety, wanting to throw Fan Wu She off but was concerned about his shoulder injury.

As he hesitated, Fan Wu She's breath hit his neck, like a gentle brush of feathers or a frivolous caress of fingertips, hot, itchy and dry. Never had he been so embarrassed and flustered before that Xie Bi An couldn't bear it anymore and pushed Fan Wu She away.