Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Xue Yu narrowed his eyes and stood there for a few minutes. His lips had been licked until they were shiny. He looked at Song Raoxun with interest, who did not forget to stare at his lips even when he was so angry.

He said with some amusement, "No, don't you ask too many questions? I remember I just reminded you that we are done with each other. If you have a temper, you shouldn't care about your ex-lover's affairs."

Not long ago, he was still asking him to carry him on his back in a sweet voice, snuggling up to him on his back and being close to him, but not long after, he began to ruthlessly cut off ties with him.

When there is something going on, he clings to people more than anyone else, but when there is nothing going on, he kicks people away.

Pei Xueyu is like this, he should have seen it clearly long ago.

Veins popped up on the back of the man's hands and his eyes were cold. He stared at Xue Yu's slender and fragile neck, as if once his big hands were around, they would keep tightening until a pleading and helpless look appeared on that face.

"It's no use for you to leave, Pei Xueyu, I will find you."

He spoke word by word: "I won't let you get rid of me."

He said it so confidently and with such conviction.

About five or six seconds passed.

Xue Yu's expression was calm. He raised his chin, his eyes surging like a pool of spring water. "Okay, if you have what it takes."

He said without fear of getting into trouble: "When you find me, I will consider letting you have sex with me."

Song Raoxun was startled, his aura fading, his ears turning red because of the young widow's indifferent words. He searched his stomach for a few times and managed to find the words: "...That's not what I meant."

Xue Yu was dismissive of his reaction: "What does that mean? Every time you see me, have you ever not made a move?"

Song Raoxun's breathing stagnated slightly. He opened his mouth to refute, but found that it was indeed the fact.

Whenever he sees Xue Yu, he can't control himself.

But it's not his fault.

It's because the young widow is too seductive.

His lips are sweet and his skin is soft and tender. He don’t know if it’s because he has been a chaste man for too long, or if he is too busy counting the good things his late husband has given him, but when he gets intimate with the new man he has hooked up with, whether it’s kissing or anything else, he seems very unfamiliar with it, and he’ll often squirt after just a few strokes.

That innocence, which was in stark contrast to his sophisticated and charming demeanor, often made Song Raoxun wonder whether Xue Yu had ever kissed anyone else.

Song Raoxun lowered his head, his mood changing.

…No matter how much he excluded him at first, he was not as skilled as the others and could not defeat the young widow, so he finally succumbed.

He likes Xue Yu and will not let him leave.

He even wanted to keep Xue Yu by his side forever, to be with him through life, old age, sickness and death.

If Xue Yu didn't want to get treatment, he would never let him go. He would lock him up in a side room, give him food when he was hungry, give him water when he was thirsty, and satisfy any of his requests, but he would also satisfy his constant need for intimacy.