The beloved one of the rich brother

Huo Chengluo took a deep breath and slowly loosened his hand. "Everything should be done in moderation!" His low voice was full of displeasure and a hint of warning.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"But, Yiyi and I promised." Murong Feng's voice had just sounded, and Huo Chengluo stopped in his tracks. He continued calmly, "Second brother, I will definitely help her cure your...hidden illness!"

The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, with a faint smile, as if a spring breeze was blowing across the miles, giving people a very warm feeling, but the words he spoke at this moment were a bit provocative.

Huo Chengluo turned around suddenly and cast a cold gaze at him, "What did you do?"

He smiled softly and said word by word, "Anyway, it's good for you."

Murong Feng exudes a gentle and elegant temperament, but there is a sense of calm madness in his words and deeds.

Huo Chengluo pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth. His natural calmness and self-control gradually lost control. Finally, he could no longer bear it and threw a punch at Murong Feng.

Seeing this, Murong Feng reacted very quickly and dodged to the side.

His movements were light and agile, like a ghost, and the smile on his face became even more intense, as if he had expected such a situation to happen.

He easily avoided Huo Chengluo's attack and looked at him with a provocative attitude.

This seemingly gentle and harmless smile was like a fuse, completely igniting the anger in Huo Chengluo's heart. Coupled with the surging desire that had been suppressed all night, it was like a flood that broke through the dam, instantly drowning his remaining sanity.

So, the two started a fierce fight in the gym.

There seemed to be a tacit understanding between them, and they both silently avoided attacking each other's conspicuous parts, and instead concentrated their attacks on the body and abdomen.

Although Huo Chengluo possesses outstanding fighting skills, he has always been accustomed to restraining himself and rarely shows off his skills in front of others.

However, today, perhaps because he was angered by Murong Feng who was good at disguise, his attack was full of rare wildness and strength. He took the initiative and attacked without mercy.

Murong Feng has always been good at disguising himself. He looks gentle and elegant on the surface, but he hides a sick heart deep down in his heart.

The angrier others are, the more excited he becomes.

He was seen dodging Huo Chengluo's attacks swiftly, focusing on defense, as if he was teasing his opponent.

After a long period of stalemate, Murong Feng gradually felt exhausted. He was careless and was knocked to the ground by Huo Chengluo, who pressed his knee against his chest, making him unable to move at all.

Huo Chengluo raised his fist, ready to hit Murong Feng hard in the abdomen.

At this critical moment, a hand grabbed Huo Chengluo's arm like an iron clamp.

"What are you doing?" Murong He asked angrily.

Huo Chengluo's movements came to an abrupt halt.

"Brother..." Murong Feng, who was pressed under him, let out a weak cry.

Huo Chengluo closed his eyes, and the fierce look on his face quickly subsided and disappeared without a trace.

He slowly stood up and at the same time pulled his arm free from Murong He's hand.

Murong He kept asking, "What on earth are you doing?"

Murong Feng took this opportunity to quickly get up, and Huo Chengluo calmly took two steps back. The two of them faced each other and lived in peace for a while.

"Nothing!" they both answered in unison.

As soon as the words fell, their eyes met at the same time, and the next second, they looked away without leaving a trace.

Murong He glanced at the two of them solemnly. Before he could say anything, he saw Huo Chengluo nodding at him, "I'll go back first!"

As soon as he said this, he calmly turned around and left.

Murong Feng raised the corners of his mouth slightly as he watched Huo Chengluo leave.

Before he could look away, he suddenly felt a strong pressure coming, and then his body was pressed hard against the pile pillar beside him.

He quickly retracted his gaze and stared at Murong He who was leaning against him, "Brother?"

Murong He slowly lowered his head and slowly moved closer to him. Each move brought a sense of oppression, as if the whole world was trembling with his approach.

There was a dangerous gleam in his eyes, like a burning flame, making people dare not look directly at him.

His gloomy face stopped less than half a centimeter away from Murong Feng, and his cold voice was mixed with questioning: "Did you deliberately provoke him?"

Murong Feng raised his head slightly, with a faint smile on his lips, and said in a gentle and calm voice, "How could it be? Brother, we just..."

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Murong He.

Murong He suddenly stretched out a hand, pinched Murong Feng's chin hard, and pulled his face closer to him.

Then, he kissed Murong Feng's lips without hesitation and kissed him hard several times.

This sudden action made Murong Feng stunned for a moment, but he did not resist. Instead, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the strong intimacy at this moment.

Murong He's lips left the corner of Murong Feng's mouth. He pressed close to Murong Feng's ear, and his low voice carried a hint of warning: "A Feng, don't challenge my patience."

Murong Feng smiled, and that smile was as gentle and soft as a spring breeze.

He gently pushed away Murong He's hand that was pinching his chin and said, "You don't understand? I always like to play like this!"

Murong He frowned, and the dangerous look in his eyes became stronger.

"It's fun!" His voice was a little deeper, as if he was suppressing some emotions. "But, you should also know that I don't like you to mess with other men!"

When Murong Feng heard this, he gently lifted his eyelids, raised his eyelashes and stared at him, letting out a light and pleasant laugh.

He moved his body slightly, instantly turning the situation around, taking the initiative, stretching out his fingers and pinching Murong He's chin hard.

The corner of his mouth was covered with a smile, and his gentle eyes revealed a hint of teasing, "I just like to see your jealous expression!"

Murong He's lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, without any movement, and he remained silent.

However, just when Murong Feng was about to let go, Murong He suddenly hugged him with his backhand, quickly stepped back a few steps, and slammed open the door of the lounge.

Immediately afterwards, the door was kicked shut, and Murong Feng was turned around and pressed against the door panel along with him.

"Ah Feng, do you want to see me jealous?" Murong He's hoarse and low voice brushed past his ears, "This is not difficult, but,"

After a slight pause, a hot breath came over him, and a strong whisper sounded in his ear, "Can you bear the consequences of my jealousy?"