My Love Comes to See the Grass on my Grave

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Chapter 61: Fang Cai said the same

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Gu Lang put his palm on Murong Yan's chest, and his fingertips made his clothes wrinkle. He looked at Murong Yan, and his heart seemed to have a heat wave, "You don't owe me..."

Murong Yan lowered his head and touched the tip of his nose, "I should have met you earlier. If it wasn't for the loneliness of these years, you wouldn't be so cranky... In the future, I won't let you be wronged."

The hot breath was so close at hand, Gu Lang's heart felt hot for a while, "I'm afraid you will be wronged..."

Murong Yan smiled softly, "Then you have to compensate me well, give me a few more babies..." The rest of the words were suddenly swallowed into his mouth, and his soft lips covered them.

Gu Lang tugged at the front of his clothes, and the past scenes rolled by--the wine at night, the fish in the casino, the bamboo outside the city, the man's smile...

you have me...

Gu Lang tightened his ten fingers, turned him down and looked at Murong Yan with a tinge of red at the end of his eyes, and said hoarsely, "Okay... Murong Yan, as long as you don't let go, I won't let you go."

Murong Yan's eyes widened with a smile, he hugged him tightly, raised his head and bit his lips, and said with a smile, "Never let go for the rest of your life."

The breath between the lips and teeth became hotter and softer. Gu Lang's belt was torn off, his coat fell on the bedside, and his inner coat was left loose. Before he could recover, he flipped again, his back sank into the soft quilt, and his chest was covered with a warm body.

Murong Yan kissed the tip of his nose and whispered, "Should you repay what you owe me?"

Gu Lang's ears turned red, and after a pause, he casually touched his neckline and pulled it down, but only half of his chest was exposed.

Murong Yan smiled against his forehead, his breath fell on his face, which was hot and itchy.

He couldn't help being a little annoyed, "...What are you laughing at?"

Murong Yan took his hand and put it on his waist, and said softly, "You have to draw the belt first."

Gu Lang blushed and his ears were hot, "You take care of me..."

"Okay, I don't care, you continue..." Murong Yan pressed his kiss, put his palms on his waist and rubbed gently, stroked his thin back, and rubbed against his flat stomach...

The place where the palm passed was burning and itching, Gu Lang couldn't help shrinking, but Murong Yan held his waist and kissed him even deeper.

He was caught in the quilt and gasped, and when he saw Murong Yan leaning over, he took out a porcelain bottle from the bedside, opened it and smelled it.

Gu Lang's face was complicated, "...you...still have to eat?"

"What nonsense?" Murong Yan rubbed his body down and rubbed against him, "Do I look like I'm eating?"

Gu Lang looked at the porcelain bottle, "Then..."

"This is for you," Murong Yan touched his waist all the way down, and Gu Lang was startled, "What flavor do you like? Next time I'll ask someone to prepare more..."

Gu Lang covered his mouth and blushed, "Stop talking!"

"Okay, let's not talk about it," Murong Yan took his hand and leaned closer, "The spring/night is too short, you should be more anxious."