When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead

Qi Yan never thought that Xi Zhao had such a setting, after all, in Qi Yan's words, Xi Zhao is... boring.

Oh no, now it seems that boring horse fleas are not.

The underpants were taken off, Qi Yan blushed, and hid in the depths of the bed, but was pulled back by his ankles.

"Hey, Xizhao, you—" Tears welled up in Qi Yan's eyes, his jade-like smooth skin was touched by Xizhao, and his little brother gradually raised his head.

"You let me go, I, I'm going to react..." Qi Yan's voice was choked with sobs, and the clear voice was particularly pleasant, making people feel the urge to bully him.

Xi Zhao's eyes dimmed, he ignored Qi Yan, fixed Qi Yan's two arms with one hand, and caressed his little brother who raised his head slightly with the other, gently rubbing and covering him.

"Hmm..." Qi Yan's eyes were full of tears: "You, you, a man..."

Xi Zhao remained silent, as if he was deaf and dumb, doing things that made people blush without changing his face.

Gradually, Qi Yan was no longer so conflicted, because waves of heat swept over his body, making him extremely comfortable.Every skin is pressed, can feel the unprecedented feeling.Drenched in sweat, Qi Yan stared at Xi Zhao's desolate expression with cold eyes and flushed cheeks, forming an obvious contrast between the two.

After a while, Qi Yan's hoarse voice with a trace of tenderness slowly sounded: "F-hurry up, it's coming..."

Xi Zhao raised his brows secretly, his eyes as pale and cold as ice and snow fell on Qi Yan's face captured by Gu Qianwang, and the speed of his hands quickened.

Qi Yan's appearance is not only handsome, but also more than enchanting.The red gauze tunic is open, revealing the body and privacy inside; the red fruit stands upright in the air, growing charmingly, and the slightly squinted eyes are particularly attractive.

"Ah—" Finally, with a scream, a little bit of white liquid scattered on Xi Zhao's hands and Qi Yan's abdomen.

It seems to be sitting on a light boat floating on the sea, slowly and swaying.Panting softly, Qi Yan looked at the solid wood carved bed beams with teary eyes, immersed in the high court for a long time and couldn't extricate himself.

Xi Zhao wiped his hands with a handkerchief, then sat upright by the bed, quietly watching Qi Yan lying on his back panting for breath.

After a while, he said lightly: "But it's all right?"

Qi Yan shot him sideways, snorted softly, and ignored him.

Ever since he practiced sorcery, his self-control ability is not very bad, and it is impossible for him to react to Xi Zhao's touch twice... Obviously, in addition to being fed the medicine to weaken his body, he was also fed some unhealthy drugs. The drug described.

Xizhao's sentence, "The tea in Xingchun Building should not be drunk indiscriminately", should be telling him: You have been drugged.

Qi Yan, who was belatedly aware, stared at the beam of the bed, and said awkwardly after a long time: "Thank you this time."

After the words fell, Qi Yan was suddenly blindfolded by the quilt. Before Qi Yan could say anything, he felt himself being wrapped in the quilt and lifted up in the air.

"Hey! What are you going to do again?"

"Go back to the house." Xi Zhao has long had enough of the smell in Xingchun Building: "Do you want to stay here?"

"You..." Qi Yan blushed under the quilt: "You send me back to the Demon Sect, I won't go back home with you!"

It's a shame to be taken back to the mansion just after doing that thing, and will it be regarded as too bad...

But what an absurd scene it would be for a martial arts lord to send the Demon Cult protector back to the Demon Cult!Xi Zhao didn't speak, and ignored Qi Yan's words, hugged him directly, and returned to the Wulin League under everyone's gaze.

I heard that Caihe was redeemed by a man who had always admired her. Although she could not be the wife of the main room, but because she is a virgin and the man loves her, she has become the most favored wife in the concubine. lady.

Carried back to his own room by Xi Zhao, Qi Yan lay on the bed, saw that there was no sound outside for a long time, so he lifted a corner of the quilt and looked outside.

In the outer room facing the bed is a desk, at the moment Xi Zhao is sitting behind the desk, writing something on the rice paper.

Qi Yan wanted to push out the quilt, but his clothes were disheveled and he didn't even have underwear, so he had to shrink back.

"What are you writing? Is it Feige sending a letter to my brother to pick me up?"

"No." Xi Zhao raised his eyes and saw that the man was rolled up in the quilt, with a small head exposed, his hair slightly messed up, and his thin lips slightly parted looking in his direction, a bit like a little mouse begging for food.

Xi Zhao denied it, and Qi Yan was a little anxious: "Then don't you ask my brother to pick me up?"

"My majestic lord, how can I pass the letter to the devil's sect." Xi Zhao's voice was extremely light, and he continued to write on the paper leisurely and leisurely.

Qi Yan thought for a while and said, "Find me some clothes, and I'll do it myself."

"No clothes." Xi Zhao replied without raising his head.

Qi Yan finally realized that Xi Zhao simply didn't care about himself!I don't want people from the Devil's Cult to come to him!

What's happening here?Could it be that the favorability is now enough to imprison Play?

After thinking about it for a while, Qi Yan felt that this should be impossible, and he could only say that Xi Zhao had other purposes.Maybe it's not because of himself at all, but because of something else and by the way...

Thinking of this, Qi Yan became anxious: "Hurry up and find me a suit of clothes! Can't I give you money?"

Xi Zhao said coolly, "If you had money, you wouldn't be here."

"I, haven't I been bullied by the old bustard of Xingchunlou!" Qi Yan felt aggrieved, "If you lock me up like this, you will definitely attract criticism. It's not a good thing for you or me!"

"I do not mind."

"you……"

You don't care about me!

Huddled under the quilt, Qi Yan became more and more angry as he thought about it, but he couldn't vent his anger.His body is still soft, and he can move, but walking is a bit difficult, let alone fighting Xi Zhao for hundreds of rounds.

After thinking about it, Qi Yan fell asleep, sleeping very comfortably in this small bed.

Here, after Xi Zhao finished writing the letter, he raised his head and saw Qi Yan sleeping soundly with his small head exposed, with beads of sweat dripping from his head, and the corners of his mouth curled up inadvertently, very quiet.

At this time, he was much cuter than when he was showing his teeth and claws.

Staring at his peaceful sleeping face, Xi Zhao closed his eyes, picked up the letter he had just written, read it for a while, and slowly put it into the prepared envelope.

——Maybe the Demon Cult is not as bad as he imagined, but the Demon Cult is the Demon Cult.

After twisting the envelope, Xi Zhao said coldly, "Pass it to Mr. Fu."

Suddenly, a figure appeared from nowhere, took the envelope respectfully, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

As if nothing had happened.Xi Zhao took the pen again and wrote a large character on the rice paper

--quiet.