The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 288: The Drunk Lying on the Battlefield Lord Grim (25)
Cen Mu couldn't see through Xie Changjun's thoughts, so he could only press his lips tightly.

He wanted to escape, so he shrank back, his whole body was almost clinging to the tree, his long eyelashes fluttered, and he was a little at a loss.

"Cen Mu, do you know?" Xie Changjun sneered all the time, his eyes were cold, "I really want to strangle you to death! Why the hell are you covering for Xue Zhan?"

His hand slid down Cen Mu's chin, and when Cen Mu thought he was about to pinch his neck, Xie Changjun suddenly lowered his head and blocked his lips.

"Well……"

Cen Mu was dazed, and just as he was about to resist, one hand was immediately clasped backwards, and Xie Zhangjun tightly gripped his entire wrist into it!
The calluses on his hands were very thick, thick and vicissitudes, and covered with criss-cross palm lines, causing Cen Mu to sweat a little, which silently soaked into his clothes.

Xie Zhangjun's breath was so hot that Cen Mu had nowhere to escape. The kiss gradually changed from rough to gentle, rippling in Cen Mu's heart bit by bit.

A trace of strange emotion flashed across Cen Mu's heart, he accepted the kiss in astonishment, opened his eyes wide and let Xie Changjun bite unskillfully, whether it was light or hard.

Until the end, Cen Mu was in a blank state.

Xie Changjun's eyes were a little red, he raised his head slightly, and looked at Cen Mu very tenderly.

"Xie Changjun...you..." Cen Mu was still in astonishment.

His lips were bitten so numb, he licked them unconsciously, but he didn't know what this action made the man in front of him resist.

Xie Changjun gritted his teeth: "Cen Mu, did you do it on purpose?"

"Huh?" Cen Mu was startled.

Feeling the rough hands on the side of his neck rubbing against his skin, he flinched unconsciously.

Feeling his promise, Xie Zhangjun smiled angrily, and his tone suddenly became lighter: "So afraid of me?"

Cen Mu shook his head: "No."

As he finished speaking, a red leaf fell and fell from among them.

The four eyes met, the atmosphere suddenly became a little ambiguous, and no one spoke.

Xie Zhangjun swallowed his throat, and slowly moved his broad palm up, stroking the corner of Cen Mu's flushed mouth.

The hoarse voice was deep and pleasant, "Cen Mu."

Cen Mu looked up, humans and animals were harmless.

"What I said last time, I wasn't joking."

The place where Xie Changjun's fingertips passed became scorching hot, and Cen Mu's mind was a little fuzzy, looking at Xie Changjun in a daze.

"what……"

Xie Zhangjun has never been so gentle, he has been irritable, he has been pissed off, and he is superior.This kind of tenderness seems to be the first time.

"Wait until the world settles down, okay?"

"Okay..." When the words came out of Cen Mu's throat, he realized what he said.

Looking up again, he met Xie Zhangjun's smiling eyes.

The fallen leaves are falling, it is obviously cold winter, but it seems to be warm and spring.

"You said it!" The scorching breath blocked his lips again, and the next moment he and Xie Changjun fell into the small pool of the nearby stream.

In the sky of ice and fire, cold water soaked into his clothes, and his body was scalded by Xie Zhangjun's body temperature.

When the clothes came off, Cen Mu yelled at Mr. Xie: "Mr. Xie! Your injuries are still not healed!"

"Are you worried about me?" Xie Zhangjun asked with a smile without stopping what he was doing.

Facing Xie Changjun, Cen Mu was helpless, "Yes, I am worried about you."

But he was still sinking in this madness. When he was led by Xie Zhangjun and slowly hooked around his neck, his consciousness was already blurred.

Between ice and fire, sink in this madness.

(End of this chapter)