Make a Living by Your Face [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.1

7.29 - Experience

　　The energy of this virtual plane was not that strong, at least much weaker than the immortal cultivation and interstellar worlds. But even in the immortal cultivation plane, the Immortal Emperor used all his divine power to stop him from leaving, and the system also took him away safely. Shen Mian would never have expected that he would die here.

　　Such a humble mid-level mission!!

　　He pulled the handcuffs on his wrist hard. What the hell is this material made of? Even the system can't withstand it?

　　When Fu Xing put it on him, he was actually still sober, but he did not resist. In his opinion, it was just a little bit of fun in sex and it was harmless.

　　Regret and want to cry.

　　Without the system, how can he complete this mission? How can he communicate with the other side? How can he get home?

　　Fu Xing held him on his lap, lifted up his slightly pale face, kissed the corner of his lips, and said, "Are you scared now?"

　　Shen Mian remained silent, and Fu Xing didn't care. He held his pink and tender petals in his mouth and sucked them gently, enjoying his lips as if he were tasting a delicious meal.

　　When they were almost done kissing and in high spirits, Shen Mian pushed him away slightly, placed his palm on the man's hot and hard chest, and asked in a low voice: "Fu Xing, what do you want?"

　　These words sounded more like a coquettish tone than a blame. He had just been forcefully kissed, and his voice was still a little unclear, with a bit of hoarseness and ambiguity. The faint crying tone made people feel even more soft-hearted. Even the most hard-hearted person would become soft-hearted for him, let alone Fu Xing who loved him deeply.

　　But in addition to pity and distress, Fu Xing felt more at ease and excited at this moment.

　　When had this child ever been so obedient in front of him? He was always proud and unruly, with sharp thorns all over his body, but now, all his sharp thorns had faded away, leaving only a soft and delicate inner self. Apart from being by his side, he could not go anywhere else.

　　Fu Xing felt a burning sensation in his chest, and he gently pressed against Shen Mian's forehead. The boy's delicate and beautiful face was dyed with an intoxicating crimson, and his red lips were moist and soft, and he could never kiss him enough in his lifetime.

　　Shen Mian tilted his head, and Fu Xing's kiss fell on his cheek. The man seemed to chuckle, pinched his jaw, and continued to kiss him.

　　Shen Mian repeated the sentence again: "What exactly do you want?" But this time, he sounded a little flustered.

　　Fu Xing's Adam's apple slid suddenly, and he slowed down his breath and said in a deep voice: "I don't want anything, I just want you to stay with me."

　　"What's the point of staying with you? You bully me like this."

　　"When I was nice to you, how did you treat me?" Fu Xing stroked his lips, stared at him solemnly, and asked, "Do you like Lu Ze?"

　　Even though he tried his best to suppress it, Shen Mian still heard a hint of cruelty hidden in it. This was definitely a trap question, and he quickly shook his head to deny it.

　　Fu Xing paused for a moment while caressing his pink petals, and then inserted his index and middle fingers into his hot and wet mouth, stirring the boy's wet tongue. The child in his arms made his face flush, and tears welled up in his clear eyes like black grapes. The man paused and said gloomily, "If you don't like it, why do you do it with him?"