After I fell off the horse, my brothers all attacked me.

After Cong Shinan had a reaction, Ai Yuanming was obviously a lot more excited, and tore Shinan's robe in twos and threes, carefully observing his reaction.

However, Shi Nan was silent, panting lightly and quickly due to the effect of the medicine.

Unlike the body full of passion, the blurred eyes are mixed with clarity.

Leaning back on the back of the chair, watching him quietly, without the fear of being called out, or the anger of what is about to be faced.

Just staring at him like looking at an emotional animal, even a little puzzled.

Everything is different from what Ai Yuanming expected.

Landing on Shi Nan's obscene clothes, the hand that was about to peel off the last layer of clothes stopped.

Ai Yuanming looked into Shinan's eyes, leaned down and asked unwillingly, "Aren't you angry? Are you not ashamed?"

"Will you be willing to lie under me?"

Shi Nan moved his hands in a daze, but was tied tightly by the rope, and he couldn't move at all.

He simply gave up the struggle, followed the direction and looked back at Ai Yuanming, "Then what do you want me to do... Anyway, I can't escape... It's better to save some effort..."

"You!" Ai Yuanming's swelling enthusiasm was annihilated a little.

The beauty on the chair who couldn't move had flushed cheeks. Although she didn't know how she played it, she knew that she couldn't escape today.

Maybe it's because of the strength of the medicine, and the usual cautiousness has gone somewhere. At this time, he smiled but not a smile, and said provocatively: "I'm just kidding you...you want to see it, I just want to see it. Not according to your wishes...hahahaha."

Inexplicable anger suddenly rose, Ai Yuanming gritted his teeth, still filled with desire, grabbed Shinan's collar, gritted his teeth and said: "Wait until I kill you, see if you still laugh."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head fiercely, biting the lips he had coveted for a long time.

Shi Nan's final impression of being confused stayed in this picture, and then he fell into confusion.

The last thought that flashed through my mind-why does the human race like to gnaw their mouths so much, what is wrong with it!

......

Ai Yuanming was slashed on the back of his neck before he could touch that spot of vermilion.

With a heavy muffled sound, he fell to the ground, wanting to look back in astonishment, before he could see the face of the person behind him, he completely lost consciousness.

The servants guarding the door heard the sound and gave each other a knowing smile.

Someone said with a wretched smile: "Young master has found a hard role this time, so I can't bear to make a sound with such a big noise."

The others laughed too.

In the main hall, Si Jingming came out from behind Ai Yuanming, without turning a glance at the people on the ground, but staring at the man on the chair who was unconscious and his neck was covered in crimson, his expression was not very good.

He didn't want to be nosy, but this person had such eyes that made him think of that person unconsciously.

Just thinking about him makes it unbearable for this to happen.

But it didn't mean he believed Wei Si's words.

As the famous Jiangyin King, he was killed with a knife on the battlefield. At least thousands of innocent souls were killed by the knife, and countless people died indirectly under his orders.

Over the years, there have always been a few people who have known the secrets of his past, tried their best to disguise, approached him, stimulated him, and tried to deceive him into killing him.

But his heart was already riddled with holes. If it weren't for these people seeking death, insulting those who once loved him, and arousing his anger—perhaps he would have died a year ago.

How can he trust the people who have gone on and on?

Si Jingming raised his foot and stepped on Ai Yuanming's hand.

——If there really was a soul in the world, he would have been haunted by wronged souls long ago, and would not die a good time.

Step by step approaching the person on the chair.

——If there is a soul in this world, mother and elder brother, why haven't they come to see him for so many years?

There was an unnatural redness around the eyes.

——If there is a soul, how could Anan stand beside others and look at him like that given how much Anan cares for him.

Pause.

Si Jingming looked down at the man slumped on the chair, his face, which was extremely beautiful when he was emotional, was no different from a skeleton in his eyes.

With a flash of white light, the rope fell to the ground.

The slightly pale fingers lifted up and landed on Shi Nan's eyelids, through the thin, pink skin, to feel the slight movement underneath.

Do you have the same eyes as Anan?

The figure that I had deliberately forgotten for a long time surfaced in my heart, and the gloomy death and desperate screams all emerged.

The position of Si Jingming's temples was aching, his eyes were flickering, and the dark energy hidden in his fingertips faltered.

How do you deserve those eyes——

Exactly at this time.

A delirious person seemed to sense his presence, and suddenly raised his hand to grab the hand above his eyes.

Regardless of the momentary stiffening of his fingers, he pulled them down his cheeks... He held on tightly and rubbed happily several times.

"Hmm... cool... don't move around." He was still muttering.

It's ice cold, so comfortable.

The strange yet familiar warmth spread from the fingers into the heart.

Si Jingming lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long while.

......

Quiet and uninhabited villa, hot spring pool.

With a dark face, Si Jingming unceremoniously threw Shinan, who had been stalking him around desperately since he met him, into the pool of water, splashing all over his body.

He was obsessed with ghosts, so he brought this person out.

The man was still moving around just now, and after falling into the hot spring pool, he didn't come out for a long time, and he didn't know whether he was holding his breath on purpose or passed out from choking.

Si Jingming took off his wet coat indifferently, looked at the seemingly calm water, turned and left.

What's with him?

With the sound of splashing water, a wet hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed his ankle.

Si Jingming lowered his head, and when his expression turned cold, he was about to break free.

Unexpectedly, the King of England, who looked so weak that he was slaughtered by others, broke out with great strength from his weak and boneless hands, pulling him into the water!

Since Si Jingming grew up, he had never been treated like this before. When Chad was immersed in the water, he, who was always indifferent, was a little dazed for a while.

A pair of white arms in the water climbed up, and the prince, who was thrown into the water by Si Jingming himself, clung tightly to his chest, climbed up from bottom to top, broke through the water, almost face to face , revealing that gorgeous face.

His whole body was drenched, his long hair hung down his back, with some curls, and it was printed on the snow-white obscene clothes.

Looking at it this way, it really looks like the ghost thing Wei Si said.

His eyes were misty, his cheeks were flushed, his long eyelashes were stained with water, and after a flicker, he pressed himself tightly against Si Jingming's chest, sighing, "It's so cold."

There is nothing cooler than the body in front of you.

Si Jingming let the person in front of him stick to him, and his eyes fell on the extremely white skin under the slipped obscene clothes.

This complexion...

People from the royal line of the Kong family have fair skin, but they are definitely not as white as frost and snow.

What is he?

Si Jingming had a strange thought in his heart, his eyes fell on the other party's beautifully shaped neck, he wanted to cut a trace of skin, and see if the blood flowing underneath was red like him.

As soon as I thought about it, I saw the person in front of me humming a few words irritably, and began to take off his clothes.

After Shi Nan sank into the water, he became conscious and felt very hot all over his body, as if in a dark place. He knew that there was a big cool ice block nearby, and he couldn't get on it, so he dragged the ice block down. People posted it.

not enough.

He took off his clothes in a daze, and he didn't take them off for a long time. His whole body was limp and weak, and he was reluctant to let go of the ice cubes in his hand. He hesitated for a moment, but didn't move.

But why does the ice cube have clothes?

Who the hell did it? !

There is no wink at all, which makes the teacher angry!

Si Jingming watched as Shinan raised his petal-like blushing face and looked at him, his wet eyes were half-opened, his clothes were slightly parted, revealing a piece of fine white skin, and he looked like a lively and fragrant beauty out of the bath .

Complainingly, she said to him: "You son of a wolf... Daddy... I love you for nothing... I don't even give me ice..."

I don't know who to tell.

However, the familiar tone caught his ears, as if he had been with that person day and night, Si Jingming froze all over.

Turned into stone, motionless.

The pair of soft hands took the opportunity to start from his chest, fiddled with it in a disorderly manner, pulled and pulled, and tore off most of his shoulders——

Under the cold appearance, there is a completely different, tight and powerful half of the chest.

Smooth arcs, well-proportioned texture, old wounds everywhere, and...

A small piece of the edge of the black texture is faintly visible on the back, and the rest is blocked by the clothes that have not been taken off, so it is impossible to see what the pattern is.

The troublesome hand passed through the waist recklessly, moved down, and caressed the lowest line, approaching the position of the vertebrae.

The moment the softness came into contact with the raised lines, Si Jingming suddenly lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the half-opened and half-closed man in front of his chest, with pupils hidden between his eyes.

The trembling feeling like an electric current passing through spreads from bottom to top.

The man opened his mouth slightly, the scorching breath in his mouth mixed with the light tea fragrance, the white mist from the hot spring permeated the water surface, wrapping the figure in it, surrounded by fairy mist.

Si Jingming is neither intoxicated by beauty nor indulged in lust.At this moment, the person in his arms exuding a familiar aura plucked an almost invisible heartstring.

is it you?

If someone looked at it from a distance, they could see a man in black, with loose black hair, revealing half of his straight and stiff back, with mysterious patterns tattooed on his back.

Wrapped in his arms is a very beautiful man, with peach-colored eyes, half-transparent white clothes, and crystal drops of water dripping from both black hair.

It seems that life after life will never be separated.

The author has something to say: I don't think I wrote anything, why did you lock me. .

Um. . .The picture of the beautiful boy coming out of the bath is for everyone.

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