The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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Hearing him say this, Xiji felt a little sour in his nose for some reason and had an inexplicable urge to cry.

Looking at the crystal tears emerging from the corners of Xiji's eyes, the Night King reached out and wiped them clean, then rubbed them with his fingertips.

Xiji stared at the Night King blankly, not knowing if it was his illusion. He always felt that the Night King, who was extremely cold in the past, now looked particularly gentle with his handsome face in the moonlight.

Xiji looked at him blankly, then moved close to him and kissed him on the lips.

The Night King looked at Xiji who was kissing him but didn't know how to do it. His eyes darkened, and he raised the corners of his lips. He took the initiative and hugged the man tightly in his arms and kissed him deeply.

Xiji was left powerless by the Night King's aggressive kiss until he felt something hot against him, and was stunned for a moment. When he realized what it was, he felt that the Night King wanted to let him go, so Xiji reached out and held it without thinking.

Sir, let's try something different! Xiji said this, but what he was thinking was that he needed extreme stimulation to forget those useless struggles.

When Xiji woke up the next day, he found himself leaning on the Night King's arms, and the saddle under his buttocks rubbed him so hard that he couldn't help but groan. Thinking of what he did last night, he felt that he must have been possessed by something strange, otherwise it would be impossible for him to push the Night King down and sit on him.

As soon as he made a noise, the Night King immediately noticed it. He lowered his head to look at the person in his arms and said lightly: Wake up, I thought you would not wake up until noon.

Not sure if it was his own illusion, Xiji always felt that there was a hint of teasing in his words. Thinking of what happened last night, he began to blush unconsciously.

The Night King seemed very satisfied when he saw Xiji, who had returned to normal and was no longer as decadent as yesterday. He reached out and touched his face, and said lightly: I am very satisfied with your performance yesterday.

Xiji's face turned even redder when he heard this. He was really too bold yesterday. Now he dared not look at the Night King. He could only lower his head, looking at the saddle under him, looking at the moving horse, but not looking at the Night King.

But soon, the discomfort of his body gradually overwhelmed his shyness, and he still felt his back stretched. He even began to doubt whether he was damaged last night. After all, the size of the Night King was completely incompatible with his own, and he had to force himself to succeed yesterday.

The more Xiji thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. It was not until he realized that his thoughts had strayed that he pulled his thoughts back. Xiji endured the discomfort and changed his sitting position several times, but it still didn't help. In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he simply gritted his teeth and insisted, wanting to wait until he could rest and see.

The Night King had been looking at Xiji. Seeing that he felt uncomfortable, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

When Xiji heard him ask this, he didn't know how to answer, and finally responded softly, "Yeah."

The Night King looked at Xiji's red face and whispered in his ear, "I'll buy you medicine when we get to the next town."

Hearing him say this, Xiji's face became even redder, looking like a ripe tomato.

The Night King looked at Xiji and saw that his eyelids were drooping and his face was red, so he knew that he was shy. Seeing him like this, the Night King felt much better and stopped looking at him. Instead, he looked at the road ahead, thinking about what to do after returning.