After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

Han Yin had handed over his name card earlier, and a maid was leading the way. Lan Yu was an honored guest, and the Dragon King of the East China Sea specially made a spacious and quiet pavilion for him to live in.

Chu Yitang left in a hurry, and Lan Yu was grabbed by several familiar elders at the door to reminisce about old times. He couldn't get away while dealing with it, and he was extremely anxious.

It was finally easy to get away, and Lan Yu didn't waste a moment and went straight back to the yard.

Lan Yu was afraid that Chu Yitang would be sulky. Although Chu Yitang didn't say it, he must have cared about it. Lan Yu always coaxed him before, which would make him feel better. Today, Yuan Qing suddenly mentioned it, and Chu Yitang would inevitably be angry.

When he rushed back to the courtyard, Lan Yu gently opened the door, and Chu Yitang was sitting at the table outside, leaning on his temples, looking unhappy.

Lan Yu walked forward, stretched out his arms from behind to hold Chu Yitang into his arms, buried himself in his hair and smelled his light fragrance. The tip of his nose arched the delicate skin behind Chu Yitang's ears, and called him softly:

"A Tang..."

Chu Yitang rarely responded to him, his eyes half lowered. Although he was speechless, he could not hide his disappointment.

He intended to escape, but Chu Yitang was not sure of victory. He knew better than anyone the gap between him and Lan Yu. His appearance was waning, his appearance was distant, and he was not in his prime, and there were many young men and women who were attracted to Lan Yu.

Chu Yitang had hidden it in his heart for a long time. He also asked Lan Yu this question when he was in love. At that time, Lan Yu's heart and eyes were all about him. He felt sorry for Chu Yitang, and since then he has always used words to coax him.

Lan Yu was silent. He walked around to Chu Yitang, clasped his slightly cold fingers, held Chu Yitang to his waist, tangled his fingers in the tail of his hair, and said sincerely:

"Ah Tang, please stop being angry, okay? It hurts my heart when you are angry. Can Ah Tang let me feel my heartache?"

Chu Yitang was buried on his waist, feeling some inaudible grievance inexplicably. He pulled Lan Yu's belt and said in a muffled voice: "I don't want you to feel sorry for me, but I don't want you to feel sorry for me."

Lan Yu raised his finger and touched Chu Yitang's delicate cheek with the hand with the ring on it. His hands were beautiful, with clear joints, floating veins, and slender finger bones. Certain movements always had a hint of affection and seductiveness. Not aware of it.

"That's why my Ah Tang is so annoying, right?"

When Lan Yu talks about love, his voice is always very low, like a thin layer of smoke wrapped in his mouth, which makes Chu Yitang confused and confused, and he is willing to be led by him.

Chu Yitang raised his neck to look at him. His eyes were light-colored, and the curves at the end of his eyes were as beautiful as if they were carved with a carving knife. Due to the rubbing, they were glowing with a faint flushing color, and they were lingering.

Lan Yu's throat felt dry when he looked at him. He brushed away the soft hair from Chu Yitang's forehead, sighed and said sincerely:

"Ah Tang, you are really beautiful. I have never liked someone like this. No, I have never liked anyone else. I only like Ah Tang."

Lan Yu rarely expresses his emotions to him openly like this. To be precise, he is indeed obsessed with Chu Yitang.

He loves him, so he is obsessed with him and everything about him. Chu Yitang always has a way to steal half of Lan Yu's life and half of his soul without making a move.

Those blank and innocent temptations are revealed in a small space, like slender willows floating on water, ripples spread out, and disappear in an instant, calm and chaotic, but a pool of spring water is disturbed.

Chu Yitang met Lan Yu's eyes, and his fingers were on Lan Yu's lower back. His eyelashes were long and slender, like a gesture of kissing, but it did not contain too dazzling temptation. He was just a cub seeking shelter, looking for him in Lan Yu's eyes. Want to see everything.

"do I look good?"

"It's beautiful. Ah Tang is the best."

His fingers moved up again and hooked up the back of Lan Yu's neck. Chu Yitang pushed aside the long hair behind his shoulders, touched the skin, and rubbed it. His eyes were darkened by such an ambiguous exchange. He Lifting his chin, he stopped when he was about to kiss the corner of Lan Yu's lips. Between breaths, Chu Yitang said lazily:

"How beautiful is it?"

Lan Yu lowered his eyes, staring at Chu Yitang's bright red lips, which were very close at hand. His Adam's apple rolled, and his breathing suddenly became heavier. His thoughts were rippling, and he bowed his head to Chu Yitang's temples. With a little fierceness, he lowered his voice, He said slowly:

"It's so good that I miss you, do you understand?"

Chu Yitang was caught off guard and was caught by him. His eyes turned red at the words. He pressed the base of his tongue, turned his face sideways, pressed his lips against Lan Yu's jaw, and concluded:

"Lanyu, you've learned too much."

Lan Yu laughed again. He rubbed Chu Yitang's waist maliciously, opened his lips to bite his most sensitive earlobe, held it between his wet and hot lips and teeth, grinded and sucked it carefully, and slurred his words:

"A'tang, I can't always learn to be bad, otherwise you will have to be a monk for the rest of your life, and I won't let it go."

Chu Yitang's waist and eyes were numb from his kiss, and his chest was heaving. He leaned in Lan Yu's arms, treating Lan Yu as his only support.

The amorous look at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes is so intoxicating. His skin is white and his lips are rosy. The part of his neck exposed when he leans back is the color of lotus root and snow. It is fragile and easy to break, which makes people want to be sadistic for no reason.

No one knows better than Lan Yu what kind of temptation lies under the smooth curvature of the neck. It is like a white and pretty moon, shiny and translucent, with different flavors and unforgettable taste.

Lan Yu sometimes couldn't figure out what Chu Yitang cared about. He knew that everything was the best. Even without saying a word, Lan Yu could only look at him and daydream.

It is unforgettable to see and crazy to think about, this is such a existence for Chu Yitang and Lan Yu, and they can't wait to integrate him into their bones and blood.

There was a faint gasp in the room, mixed with a sticky and moist sigh. It was too vague and too dark, so dark that it was almost lost and suffocated in the tidal wave of lust.

The scenery of the Dragon Palace is pleasant, but Chu Yitang has no intention of admiring it. He lies in the brocade quilt, eyes lazily, with wet tears still in the corners of his eyes. His clothes are gone, and the large areas of exposed skin are red and purple, and there are stains on the side of his neck. There are red tooth marks floating around.

Lan Yu's black hair was scattered, and his clothes were wide open. The corner of his lip was bitten with blood, and the blood beads were still bright red. His expression was greedy and satisfied, and he looked like a vixen who had been cultivated in the mountains to become an alluring vixen. His skin was white and his facial features were bright. It's not a square thing. Fresh scratches can still be seen on one shoulder and arm with the inner shirt half taken off, and it will hurt when sweat beads pass through.

Holding Chu Yitang's naked waist with his hands, he gently kneaded it. Lan Yu pressed it against his temples. If you do too many things like prostitution during the day, it won't matter. There is no time to have sex.

Chu Yitang licked the corner of his mouth, came close to Lan Yu's eyes, kissed his previous blood scab, and said hoarsely: "Lan Yu, do you think this is bad?"

He didn't make his words too clear, but Lan Yu only understood when he blurted out. He lowered his head and held Chu Yitang's red lips, the scent of iris entangled in his belt, Lan Yu said seriously:

"Ah Tang, there can't be anything better than this. Really, I can't find anyone better than this. I don't care about anything else. I only like you."

"I like you forever, okay? Ah Tang, I love you forever."

Chu Yitang's back was sore and painful. He circled the back of Lan Yu's neck and was held up by him into the clouds where he could not find his way. Chu Yitang also scolded himself for being worthless. At such an age, he was still confused by Lan Yu's two or three love words. .

But there was no way, Lan Yu was so sincere, so sincere that he could reveal his heart to him. He was willing to let Chu Yitang hold it in his hand, and all his emotions were affected by him, but others could not influence him in the slightest.

"Lanyu, if you don't love me, I won't let you live. Do you hear me?"

"You can't live without me. It's you who liked me first. I won't tolerate a heartless man or a heartless lover. You must obey me forever. You must obey me for the rest of your life."

Lan Yu chuckled, bit Chu Yitang's fingertips, wrapped his lips and tongue together, and licked the fingertips very wet. He held his hand and said slowly: "Atang, if you marry me, I will only obey you."

"I will only follow you until death."