Wild temptation! After a full-level hacker boss is selected into the special agent team

On the ice, the smell of burning bamboo and ambergris was hidden deep under the ice, only a little bit.

Zhou Zishan asked in confusion: "Why can't it be dissolved..."

Zhou Zishan spent a lot of effort but couldn't get that little bit of breath out of the surface.

Ling Lie couldn't bear it anymore, so he gently put his hands on Zhou Zishan's head, raised his head and let out a muffled snort.

Suddenly, Ling Lie's muscles tightened and pressed hard on the back of Zhou Zishan's neck.

"Uh, uh, uh..."

Zhou Zishan smelled the strong smell of burning bamboo and ambergris.

Zhou Zishan swallowed the ice water, licked his lips lightly, and his keen sense of smell began to look for the taste of bamboo-burning ambergris again: "pheromone... Linglie... pheromone..."

Ling Lie gasped, and when he stood up, he fished Zhou Zishan out of the water, "You're done. I'm telling you, you're done."

"Ling Lie, you disgusting ghost..."

Zhou Zishan leaned into Ling Lie's arms, stretched out his soft fist and hit Ling Lie on the chest, "Why don't you give it to me, pheromone, give it to me!"

Ling Lie slammed Zhou Zishan onto the bed and laughed hoarsely: "I'll give it to you, give it all to you."

The fragrant smell overflowed from the back of Ling Lie's neck, pressing Zhou Zishan firmly underneath him.

Ling Lie watched Zhou Zishan, who was trembling all over, straighten up and attack like crazy.

"Ling, Ling, Ling... um..."

Zhou Zishan called happily.

Great, now the cold breath takes over the body.

Although the crazy feeling of dryness has eased, the crazy sensory experience is still rising.

Ling Lie hugged Zhou Zishan into his arms, lowered his body and continued to attack, not even willing to leave him a moment's rest.

Half asleep and half awake, Zhou Zishan's sanity returned. He looked into Ling Lie's eyes, as if his whole body was addicted to them and could not extricate himself.

"Say you love me." Ling Lie's pupils shone with anticipation, but he did not use his power on Zhou Zishan.

Zhou Zishan stretched out his hand, hugged Ling Lie's neck, listened to Ling Lie's breathing, and managed to piece together a complete "I love you" from his mouth intermittently.

"Why are you drinking with other men?" Ling Lie bit Zhou Zishan's earlobe harshly.

This is not a question.

Zhou Zishan stumbled and explained: "I...I just...have a similar past and experience with him...and we can understand each other, ahh..."

"Mutual? Huh? You used the word 'each other' to that man?" Ling Lie threw Zhou Zishan to the pillow, reached out and pinched Zhou Zishan's chin, "Open your eyes and see, who is your mutual?"

Zhou Zishan was about to cry but had no tears. His brain had given up thinking. How could he still have the energy to struggle with words?

"Tell me," Ling Lie grinned, "Zhou Zishan, who is making you so happy now?"

"you……"

Ling Lie was not satisfied with this answer: "Who am I? That Huang Mao?"

Zhou Zishan patted Ling Lie's back uneasily with his hands, scratching out a few bright red marks: "Ling Lie...it's Ling Lie."

"You still smell like someone else." Ling Lie leaned into Zhou Zishan's ear and whispered, "You still smell like someone else."

Ling Lie asked fiercely: "Who is it?"

Zhou Zishan finally managed to squeeze out another word from his mouth: "RED..."

Ling Lie smiled and hummed, "You met two men behind my back tonight, Zhou Zishan, you are so brave. You don't want me to be by your side, you don't want me to spy on you, just to meet men other than me." ?”

Zhou Zishan has almost climbed to the top and can't say a word.

However, at this moment, Ling Lie withdrew from the battlefield.

Zhou Zishan fell from the clouds and looked at Ling Lie dissatisfied: "Don't... don't leave."

Ling Lie leaned down, observing Zhou Zishan's frowning eyebrows, and said in a soft and low voice, "That person smells so bad, can you stay away from him?"

He has a very strong body odor that is unique to Westerners, and it hits his sharp nose. Even with the smell of alcohol all over his body, he still can't cover up the stinking smell.

It's annoying, extremely annoying.

Ling Lie tried to wash away the smell with his own pheromones, but no matter how much he possessed it, he could still smell the scent that made him irritated.

Ling Lie turned Zhou Zishan over, bit down on Zhou Zishan's glands with his teeth, and injected his own pheromones into them, thus dispelling the odor hidden in Zhou Zishan's glands.

Zhou Zishan had no idea that there was another person's pheromones in his body, and he didn't know when Carlos had a hold of it. Lying on the bed, he felt a menacing rush of burning bamboo saliva rushing towards the sky.

Zhou Zishan's lips were slightly parted, and his whole body was trembling as he lay on the bed, as if every cell in his brain was in a carnival.

Ling Lie checked again to make sure that the annoying smell was gone, then he turned Zhou Zishan back to the front, admired Zhou Zishan's expression condescendingly, and smiled with satisfaction.

Zhou Zishan finally woke up from the clouds and gasped: "Ling Lie...continue..."

Ling Lie sat upright in front of him and said with a wicked smile: "You can do it yourself."

Zhou Zishan cursed for a while, then reluctantly turned around and half-knelt with his back to Ling Lie, "Do it yourself."

Ling Lie stretched out his hand, spread his thumb and four fingers, and placed it on the thinnest part of the waist curve for a while, then stroked the alluring backline like playing a piano, which indeed caused a ripple.

Zhou Zishan turned his head and looked at the big palm wandering around in confusion.

Ling Lie's fingers dexterously and slowly climbed to the back of Zhou Zishan's neck, and raised the corners of his lips, "Kitten, you have to work harder, otherwise... you won't be able to get the pheromones."

"I know..." Zhou Zishan lowered his head and worked harder to please the people behind him.

But he soon tired.

His fingers slowly and slowly rubbed the muscles on both sides of Zhou Zishan's neck. He felt Zhou Zishan's softness. Suddenly, the hand squeezed Zhou Zishan's neck tightly and attacked again fiercely.

Under this sudden attack, Zhou Zishan's elbows on the head of the bed collapsed, and his whole body went limp.

"The kitten's slumped waist is so beautiful~" a devilish admiration sounded from behind.

Zhou Zishan turned back dissatisfied and glared at Ling Lie.

"They say cats will meow very loudly at this time. Why is my dear brother Zishan so quiet?" Ling Lie leaned into Zhou Zishan's ear and asked, "A couple of times?"

Zhou Zishan's face turned red with anger, "No."

"Ah~?" Ling Lie sighed regretfully, "Okay."

Then it stopped.

Zhou Zishan was so angry that he stood up, reached out to grab Ling Lie's elbow, and muttered, "What are you doing?"

Ling Lie said with a disappointed look on his face: "Without the meowing of cats, I can't get motivated."

Zhou Zishan was so ashamed that he held it in for a long time before he reluctantly squeezed out a single syllable from his throat: "Meow."

Ling Lie:?

He smiled so brightly that his eyes were like stars, and he didn't expect an unexpected gain, "Zhou Zishan, just call me 'meow'. If you dare to stop before I tell you to stop, then I will sleep."

Only then did Zhou Zishan realize that he was digging his own grave.