Quick Travel: The host that was accidentally bound was actually King Juan

"Your Majesty, this subordinate is a secret guard, not a dancing girl."

Xiao Yan was wearing a red gauze dance suit and stood expressionless.

"Wu Yan wears this outfit, it's really pleasing to the eye."

Shi Nian waved, "Come and serve me."

When Xiao Yan heard this, his eyes were filled with emotion, as if he was struggling.

Shi Nian was drinking, raising his eyebrows and looking at the back of Wuyan's hand, which was so forbearing that veins popped out.

It took a long time for Xiao Yan to say, "Your Majesty, subordinates..."

Shi Nian interrupted him directly, "If you serve well today, I will give you a title."

Xiao Yan clenched his fists and finally walked towards Shi Nian on the dragon throne.

Seeing Xiao Yan obediently feeding him grapes and doing whatever he said, there was only one word to describe Shi Nian's mood.

Cool!

"So nice."

Shi Nian touched Xiao Yan's head and gave him a plate of grapes, "Peel them all."

Xiao Yan was so angry that he laughed, picked up a grape, and said with a smile but not a smile: "Your Majesty, you can peel it, one grape for one night."

Shi Nian didn't react for a moment, "What?"

Xiao Yan slowly peeled off the grape skins and said meaningfully: "Your Majesty, don't take it to heart, your subordinates will keep it in mind."

Shi Nian was a little drunk, and for a moment he didn't hear the wolfish ambition hidden in Xiao Yan's seemingly calm words.

"Your Majesty, please have another drink."

When Shi Nian looked at the wine glass handed to him, he couldn't remember how many glasses he had drank, but he still accepted the wine glass handed to him by Xiao Yan out of habit.

I don't know how many glasses of wine Xiao Yan drank at that time. I just remember that by the end of the drink, my vision was a little blurry and I couldn't see anything clearly.

Xiao Yan looked at Shi Nian, who was completely drunk and lying on the dragon chair, tearing off his docile disguise, and his eyes showed a little bit of the aggression that was unique to Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan took the wine bottle from Shi Nian's hand, picked up Shi Nian, and walked to the bed step by step.

"Twenty-eight grapes, twenty-eight nights every year."

Being drunk, Shi Nian felt hot all over. He subconsciously tugged on his collar and murmured in a low voice, "Thirsty..."

Xiao Yan's eyes suddenly dimmed, he picked up the wine bottle and poured it towards Shi Nian.

The jug was tilted, and the dark red liquid of the wine poured out, flowing into Shi Nian's slightly open mouth, and a few drops flowed out of the corners of his mouth, sliding over the slightly raised neck and sinking into the sunken collarbone.

The wine that was gently rippling in the collarbone, as the owner turned slightly, flowed along the bones and into the depths of the collar, turning the fair and delicate skin into crimson inch by inch.

Xiao Yan's slender fingers unhurriedly untied Shi Nian's clothes, pulled open the collar, and watched the scarlet and snow-skinned skin complement each other up close, and set off each other.

It's like a piece of plain white rice paper, stained with red by falling rose petals.

And the plain white rice paper was finally crushed and torn.

The rose petals are also crushed on the rice paper, forming deep and light red colors.

In the flickering candlelight, Shi Nian raised his eyes to look at Xiao Yan, and saw drops of water dripping from his forehead, falling on his eyebrows, soaking his brows, and blurring out the bright red cinnabar mole at the end of his eyes, which was as pure as the cold moon.

Xiao Yan's eyes were filled with those eyes that were full of ignorant desire but also seemed to be unflattering, as well as the small bright red mole that could not be ignored, and the movements of his hands became more and more imprudent.

The drunken state made Shi Nian more straightforward and passionate than before, and he was more able to bear the shame and pain brought by Xiao Yan.

Because Shi Nian, who was not very clear-headed, thought that he was having sex with Jiang Jing, he naturally lost his usual resistance.

And Xiao Yan, with this intentional connivance, was like a wolf that wanted to tear apart his favorite prey and devour it in its belly, being ferocious and leaving no room for anything.

In the end, Ran couldn't bear any consumption, so he fell asleep with an almost blank consciousness.

Only the long-lasting red marks left on the pale and fragile skin reminded the owner of everything that had happened to him.

The long candle burned completely until only a puddle of red wax remained.

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