Invade

Qin Jing pried open his eyelids a little, and observed the prison door calmly. He heard a slight sound of unlocking the lock just now. It was obvious that someone wanted to do something while they were sleeping.

He turned over, pretended to be in a daze and lay down facing the wall, and at the same time pushed Le Yi, who was sleeping in his arms, aside without a trace, and blocked him with his body.

The sound of rustling footsteps sounded behind him little by little, and then gradually disappeared behind Qin Jing's head without a sound.

Qin Jing maintained his long breathing in a deep sleep state, trying to relax his body, but before he could adjust his breathing to a suitable frequency, a hand suddenly covered his mouth, strangled him and dragged him out of the prison .

This sudden series made Qin Jing a little confused, but he still struggled a few times without revealing his flaws, fully expressing his powerlessness under the torment of illusions and sleepiness-then he was pulled up and covered his head with his jacket, and slammed him hard to the ground.

Qin Jing quickly judged the distance. He should have been taken out of the prison by someone, but this place is obviously very close to the prison. As long as he calls for help, he can summon the nearest guard.

However, what he could think of, the other party also thought of.The man didn't give Qin Jing any time to react, he roughly dragged him for a distance, and then suddenly threw him aside.Qin Jing's back bumped into a corner of the wall, and suddenly he let out a low cry of pain, pretending to be panicked and about to shout, but his mouth was tightly covered by his coat, and he was pinned down in the corner motionless inside.

Probably feeling Qin Jing's struggle weakened little by little, and finally stopped moving, the man finally said in a low voice: "I finally got you."

With a bang, Qin Jing's mind went blank.

He had thought of Mi Zibai, and even thought of Sith, but he just ignored that Lake who was always elusive!

This brief blank was captured by the other party, and his remaining hand quickly pressed Qin Jing's wrists, with a hint of a smile in his voice: "Don't bark, the guards will be called later, you said he is listening Mine or save you?"

Just as he was about to pull Qin Jing's clothes, a hand was placed on his shoulder suddenly, and then the world spun around for a while. When he came back to his senses, he had already been thrown two or three meters away.

He was a little dazed, staring blankly at the familiar figure in front of him, and stammered infrequently: "Your Highness, Your Highness..."

"I've taken a fancy to this man." Sith said lightly with his back turned to him, "Which room is vacant?"

Lake got up quickly, and pointed to the half-closed door at the end of the corridor tremblingly: "That's Mi Zibai's room... He's going to sleep in the monitoring room these few nights, so he's vacating it..."

Before he could finish speaking, Sith had already dragged the body out of control, dragged the person to the door of the room and threw him in, then walked in without looking back, and there was a knock at the door.

Lake immediately changed his fear just now, walked over lightly, and squatted at the door without limit to listen to the corner of the wall, the corners of his mouth almost reached the ears - he had heard that His Highness Sith had been abstinent for a long time, this time for some reason Sudden interest?

Sith turned on the light in the room, leaned on the sofa and looked at the miserable scene of being thrown on the ground by himself - he was still covered by his jacket, his slender legs curled up, trembling.

He kicked Qin Jing with his foot.

Qin Jing suddenly stopped shaking.

Sith scowled.

Qin Jing slowly pulled off his shirt, tidied it up briefly, glanced at Sith, and couldn't help a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Sith couldn't help showing a smile, he couldn't bear it, kicked Qin Jing again, and pointed out the door.

Qin Jing shrugged his shoulders, and groaned a few times while sitting up, the voice was long and short, with ups and downs, and it really sounded like that-causing Sith to roll his eyes a little bit unbearably.

Unexpectedly, Qin Jing made persistent efforts, intentionally leaned on Sith, and poked his feet on his lap from time to time, deliberately provoking anger here.

Sith pushed him away in disgust, Qin Jing came up to him with a smirk again, and kneaded Sith's ears even harder, making Sith's breathing messed up.

He grabbed Qin Jingzuo's hand with great strength, apparently trying his best to endure it.

Qin Jing smiled, took Sith's hand and kissed it lightly, and continued moaning hard.Sith was a little distraught by his cry, and couldn't help but grabbed his hand, breathing heavily.

However, he didn't do anything in the end, he just got up and poured a glass of cold water, pouring it into his mouth one mouthful at a time, as if this was the only way to calm himself down amid Qin Jing's screams.

But it doesn't do much.

God knows how he got through an hour.

One hour is enough for Qin Jing to make his voice hoarse, and this kid is bad enough, he still does not forget to say a few provocative words when his voice is hoarse, and finally he took a few quick and short breaths, as if the time had passed In the blissful pleasure, he squinted at Sith with a smirk at the corner of his mouth.

Sith splashed the rest of the cold water in his face over his face.

Qin Jing didn't care, stuck out his tongue to lick the dripping water, put his arms around Sith's neck, pushed him back on the sofa with a little force, and looked down at him.

Sith slowly stroked Qin Jing's flexible waistline, staring at him without blinking.

Qin Jing leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Your Highness?"

Sith's bones were almost brittle when he was called "Your Highness", and he squeezed Qin Jing's waist with a little more force in his hands: "What's going on? Huh?"

"What's going on?" Qin Jing raised his eyebrows, and looked at him in front of Sith.

"You put on airs in front of me, aren't you afraid I'll tell them?" Sith stared fixedly at Qin Jing's face, he was indeed much thinner than before, his chin was sharper, but his whole face looked more refined.

Qin Jing sighed: "You won't say it."

"So confident?"

"Because you are reluctant." Qin Jing murmured and leaned his head on Sith's chest, and suddenly sighed softly, "I thought I would never see you again."

"..." Sith didn't say a word, but Qin Jing heard it clearly, and his heartbeat obviously accelerated a little.

"Do you think I have a lot of secrets?" Qin Jing whispered, "But I can't say it, and I can't tell it... But I promise, these secrets have nothing to do with your other world, and have nothing to do with any traitor."

He paused, and looked seriously into Sith's eyes: "Otherwise, I will die alone...or I will be condemned by God, in short, it will make me feel bad."

Sith covered his mouth with a sullen face: "Why do you dare to say anything?"

Qin Jing's eyes slightly bent, he kissed Sith's palm lightly, and said in a muffled voice: "And you, the name of His Highness, I'm afraid only high-ranking outsiders can be called like this...you Aren't there many secrets that are kept from me? We are evenly matched."

"I didn't mean to hide it from you." Sith explained, "It's just that you never asked."

"Happiness is only for a while, do you know what's the use of so much?" Qin Jing stood up again and looked at him.

"But I want to know about you."

A thoughtless remark came out like this, and Sith looked at Qin Jing fixedly, without any expression of regret, and even called him Xiao Jing softly, and touched Qin Jing's face with great fascination.

Qin Jing paused for a while, then slowly leaned over and hugged Sith, Sith pressed him on the sofa with a little force, and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to kiss you."

Qin Jing's brows and eyes turned into crescents with a smile: "I think so too."

After that, he straightened his upper body slightly, and touched Sith's with his chapped lips, as if he had tasted a mouthful of clear spring water suddenly, and was instantly moisturised.

Siston opened Qin Jing's teeth crazily and deepened the kiss deeply. The room was filled with ambiguous voices, occasionally mixed with a few hoarse gasps and chuckles.

After the kiss was over, Sith hugged Qin Jing tightly, unable to say anything.He felt that he was crazy and obsessed, so he would give up his status to protect Zhou Zhou, a stranger he had known for a few days.

Qin Jing put his arms around Sith's neck, leaned his lips against his ear, and murmured: "It's scary here."

"Don't be afraid." Sith whispered, "It will be fine."

The corners of Qin Jing's mouth raised slightly, three points of comfort, six points of joking, and one point of viciousness.

Now, he got a pass to the black prison.