Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 33

In this feudal and traditional small village, Xue Yu's actions are dragging a good child into the abyss.

He know it very well. He know very well how bad this person is.

Song Raoxun bent his fingers, the surging emotions in his chest rolling left and right. In the two or three seconds of blank time in his brain, he almost wanted to press down on the back of Xue Yu's soft neck and pry open the two lips that were soaked with the scent of men.

Those two lips, which had been taught countless times, were red and plump, and they should know best how to please the person who kissed him.

Wrong.

……What was he thinking about?

Song Raoxun suddenly came back to his senses, his back soaked with cold sweat, his Adam's apple rolled slowly and suppressedly, and he looked at Xue Yu with deep and sharp eyes.

This is Cheng Chi’s home, Cheng Chi’s home…

He can't be fooled.

Xue Yu didn't know what the man in front of him was thinking. He sat up a little and put his soft hand on the man's shoulder.

Song Raoxun is not as muscular as Cheng Chi, but he has been dealing with hard labor for many years. If he wants to do anything to Xue Yu, he is more than capable of doing it. Xue Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his lips, which were filled with bright colors, pursed slightly. After a long time, he asked in a weak tone: "You think so too, right?"

The man's throat was hoarse and he remained silent for an endless period of time.

Xue Yu didn't mind. When he and Song Raoxun were together, he usually talked more. The fingers on his shoulders curled up, and just such a subtle movement made Song Raoxun's back stiffen. Before he could recover, he heard: "...Do you want to know how my ex-husband kissed me?"

Song Raoxun's gaze moved to Xue Yu's lips.

How else can they kiss?

It's just mouth to mouth, just like a normal man and woman.

The person whose half body was almost close to him, with a dense fragrance on the back of his neck, and a pretty face, elaborated on what he was thinking in an innocent tone: "He would hold me on his lap, afraid that I would feel hurt, and..."

"……Do not talk."

"He said I had a sweet mouth, both of them."

Song Raoxun's eyelids twitched suddenly.

The man, who was almost an idiot in this area, understood the meaning without any instruction. His mouth was tight, and he stared at the innocent yet charming young widow, gnashing his teeth and saying, "Pei Xueyu, how could you, you are too shameless."

The dim light reflected on Xue Yu's face. He looked for a few seconds with his throat moving. He felt as if the concrete floor had turned into a huge piece of fire tongs, burning his back and tailbone. Song Raoxun brushed away the hands on both sides of his shoulders, afraid to hear what Xue Yu said again, and left here quickly.

He bumped into Cheng Chi at the door without even saying hello.

This is something that has never been seen in Song Raoxun, who is very picky about etiquette.

Cheng Chi's gaze stayed on Song Raoxun's back for a few seconds, then he withdrew his gaze calmly. His tall and strong body moved to the door of the room like a mountain, and then he saw Xue Yu who had slept on his kang for the whole afternoon. His legs were white and slender, spread out on the edge of the kang, and his knees were pitifully red from the kneeling posture.