Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 121

Xue Yu lay on the man's arm, gasping for air with his mouth open.

Ning Yao pressed his shoulder through his shirt, touched his red face from crying, and asked him hoarsely what was wrong. Xue Yu, whose mouth had been blocked, was overjoyed. Just as he was about to say that he wanted to rest, the man kissed him again.

Xue Yu thought to himself: So crazy.

He didn't know how he lived, but he felt tortured and uncomfortable. During the day, he was held in the corner of the earthen kang bed, and at night he was held by the window. His legs couldn't walk, so he could only be held.

Halfway through, a villager knocked on the door and said that he had sent a bottle of pickled vegetables that he had made. At that time, Xue Yu was kissed so hard that he groaned softly. In order to prevent his voice from being heard, he bit Ning Yao's shoulder hard.

He bit very hard, and the tooth mark has not disappeared yet.

That was Ning Yao's fault.

He deliberately carried Xue Yu to open the door, which frightened Xue Yu so much that he trembled all over. He used up his last bit of strength to bury his face in Ning Yao's body, holding back his sobs.

Fortunately, Ning Yao had a little conscience left. When he was only half a meter away from the door, he said that he was not convenient and asked him to put the things on the ground.

Xue Yu just breathed a sigh of relief, and then he was greeted with a rough and fierce kiss. The man focused on his mouth, sucking hard on the swollen tip of his tongue, and also had to distract himself to grab Xue Yu's hand. Although Xue Yu was weak, it hurt when he hit him.

It lasted for a whole day and night.

Xue Yu had been kissed all the time except for eating. His mouth could no longer close. When the man let him go completely, he lay on the bed and fainted for half an hour.

Half asleep and half awake, Xue Yu felt that the man was wiping his face diligently, with gentle force and taking care of his feelings, but he was not relieved at all. He was as annoyed as he was just now.

Xue Yu swallowed hard: "...Do we usually do this?"

Ning Yao's expression remained unchanged: "Yes."

He hugged Xue Yu's back and half lifted him up, "I'll carry you to take a bath."

Xue Yu opened his eyes and stared at him. His face was full of spring from being fed, seductive and beautiful. His swollen lips opened and closed, and he exposed him bluntly: "You have oil in your pocket. I saw it."

Ning Yao met the beastly gaze and turned his eyes away. His voice was still hoarse. In fact, he didn't make a sound throughout the whole process, but he was just mute: "I don't need it."

"Why do you bring it if you don't need it."

"I took it out."

It was obviously a non-issue.

Xue Yu was tired of staring at him. With his fingertips still shaking, he took the clothes by the bed, wrapped them around his body, and walked out the door without looking back.

Ning Yao remained standing for several minutes after he left.

After a few seconds, the man lowered his head and spread out his hands, looking at the water in his fingertips, and his earlobes slowly turned red.

Xue Yu never thought about these things, and he didn't have the mood to think about them. He felt very uncomfortable, his hands and feet were weak, and he couldn't walk well.