My bamboo horse can destroy the world

Song Lin had met robbers and kidnappers before, but this was the first time he met someone who dared to come and steal the house directly. Did he see that he was not at home all day long?

It's a pity for the thief with a lack of brain, it's unlucky for him to run into him just today, and let him stop his life of stealing directly by beating him up!

Song Lin stood in front of the window sill, the heavy curtains blocked him from meeting the thief, he smiled evilly unconsciously, he really fell asleep and handed the pillow, he really wanted to loosen his muscles and bones now.

The moment the window was opened and the curtains were raised, Song Lin raised the lamp in his hand and threw it directly at the head of the person who was trying to get in.

However, the hand that was impossible to miss was directly grabbed, and the strength was transferred to other places. Song Lin immediately let go of the hand holding the desk lamp, grabbed the opponent's wrist with his backhand, and twisted fiercely at the moment of breaking free. Holding the man's arm, trying to force the thief to kneel down directly.

The thief's reaction was beyond Song Lin's expectations. Instead of resisting, he simply knelt on the ground and moved from under Song Lin's wrist to behind him.

Song Lin couldn't make a blow, but his hands were restrained, and he was directly twisted behind him.

Song Lin was not a vegetarian either, so he quickly swung his other hand backwards, hitting the man's abdomen with his elbow, forcing the thief to let go of his hand, and the two quickly wrestled together.

The other party was a practitioner, and Song Lin was surprised. Although he felt that he could resist, he clearly felt that the other party was able to deal with him with ease.

Song Lin can only grit his teeth for the opponent's confidence, he has never learned any moves, everything is based on his own experience, and now it has evolved into such a situation...

He is obviously good at doing something, but he has to be a thief!

Although Song Lin was gnashing his teeth angrily, there was nothing he could do. Obviously, he only needed to shout loudly now, and someone outside would definitely notice the movement, and Song Juncheng, who was only separated from him by a wall, would definitely notice the problem here.

But even if his life was in danger, Song Lin was unwilling to ask for help.

The other party obviously didn't attack him, but Song Lin realized that he was the one who was being pressed every step of the way. This feeling of being completely controlled by the other party made Song Lin fearful in the center of darkness.

Reaching the side of the bed behind him, Song Lin obviously felt that the appearance of being forced to have no resistance was probably in the hands of the other party. Song Lin's excess self-esteem couldn't bear it back then, so he simply stretched out his fist stubbornly and exhausted all his strength towards the bed. The man in front of him waved on the cheek.

However, the man directly grabbed his wrist and easily twisted his hand away. Song Lin was directly pressed against the man with his back facing the bed because he was afraid that his wrist would be broken.

There was a close contact between the cheek and the mattress, Song Lin coughed twice but suddenly felt the people behind him pressing directly on him.

The thief's legs were kneeling between his separated legs, the knees were directly close to the heels of his legs, and the whole body was pressed against Song Lin's back. Song Lin could even feel the thief's breath coming from between his neck. Warm breath.

Song Lin was inexplicably nervous, and subconsciously guarded his whole body with a sense of crisis, because his hairs stood on end because of this movement.

"Whatever you want, take it yourself." Song Lin said immediately, although he has a good face, there are some things that really can't save face, "I will prepare for you what you want, and I will never let people carelessly think about it." please believe me."

Song Lin's heart was about to jump out, but the thief behind him remained silent.

What exactly does he want?The thief's silence made Song Lin uneasy.

Just when Song Lin was thinking about it, the man suddenly let go of the hand that was restraining Song Lin. Song Lin was puzzled and dazed, but found that the other party's left hand was clasped on the left side of his head, while his right hand was on the left side of his head. It was gently around his ear and grabbed his chin.

The slightly cold temperature turned Song Lin's head to the right. In the dim room with only a gleam of light, Song Lin watched a shadow sink, and then a familiar kiss entangled with his familiar breath, fell on his lips.

Song Lin relaxed, and his heart that had been suspended fell to the ground in an instant. He lay obediently on the mattress, slightly raised his head to meet the kiss from the person behind him.

Familiar...accustomed...with the aura already imprinted on his body, Song Lin didn't need any doubts, without any speculation, he could clearly know who the person beside him is now.

During the entanglement, Song Lin unconsciously reached out to touch the hand that was clasped next to his head. The owner of the hand sensed Song Lin's small invitation, raised his hand and pressed Song Lin's hand on the soft On the mattress, he intertwined his five fingers intimately with Song Lin's.

The kiss was very long, and Song Lin could feel the strong desire for aggression and excessive impatience that the man who always seemed to be very stable would show when kissing, as if there was something trying to show him, but Repression cannot be expressed in the body, it is only expressed in the most indirect way.

Song Lin's neck was a little itchy because of the other party's hair, Song Lin shrank his neck unconsciously, aware of Song Lin's discomfort, the man finally let go of the lips he had been holding all along.

"Is it uncomfortable?" Qu Yuanhan looked down at the person lying on the bed, who was much thinner and shorter than him, and unconsciously stroked Song Lin's cheek with his hand, "It's swollen."

"It doesn't hurt, it's just that your hair makes me itchy." Song Lin rolled his eyes, propped himself up, and scratched his itchy neck vulgarly.

"..." Qu Yuanhan made way for Song Lin to sit up. After sitting up straight, he saw the shocking redness and swelling on Song Lin's cheek.

Qu Yuanhan's hand went forward unconsciously, touching it carefully with distressed heart, but he didn't dare to use force, his eyes were full of worry, the light of moonlight was reflected in the silent night, in the deep blue It seems to be full of sadness and distress, implying something that is suppressed.

"It's not that serious." Song Lin turned his head away, not wanting Qu Yuanhan to see himself in such a mess.

Qu Yuanhan obviously didn't want Song Lin to change the subject, so he reached out to touch, caress, and kiss Song Lin's cheek.

There was a trace of coldness in this kiss, and the cheeks that had been hot due to redness seemed to have been poured with some cool liquid, and the burning pain disappeared in a short period of time.