he is under the bed

Xia Xianqing keenly felt that the frequency of "Ning Song" was gradually decreasing, and the time of each stay was also shorter

He was rotten to a disastrous state, some pieces of flesh even began to fall off, the already wrinkled skin covered with corpse spots became pitted, and the eye sockets that were still there last week, the eyeballs that were so cloudy that the pupils could not be seen were also empty , leaving two dark holes,

He reluctantly responded to Xia Xian's gentle hug, and when he rubbed his head, his strength became weaker, and eventually he couldn't even lift his hands because he couldn't move his joints freely.

Xia Xian panicked slightly

He thought that Ning Song was going to leave him again, leaving him alone

"Ning Song, take me away, okay?"

"Don't leave me"

"Please, take me away"

"Ning Song" had lost all his hair a long time ago, leaving only a few scattered pieces of scalp all over his head, which slowly hung down, as if any lower, it would break directly from the spine and fall off

His dark, eyeless eye sockets "gazing" at the young man who was huddled in his arms. He wrapped his hands around his rotten back, and buried his head in his rotten, smelly body. the ribcage

However, he was cautious, with a slight distance between the skin and did not dare to press, for fear that if he exerted force, "Ning Song" would be broken even more badly

Like hugging the most precious thing in the world

"Ning Song" cupped Xia Xianqing's face with sticky palms with visible bones. There was no trace of fear in the young man's eyes, only pleading and expectation

"Ning Song" slightly opened his lips and had no teeth. He seemed to sigh, and he didn't care that his "body" might lose a bone or a piece of flesh with a large movement.

He gently wrapped Xia Xianqing's waist with his left hand, and passed his right hand around the right side of his head. The faintly exposed white knuckles directly grabbed Xia Xianqing's hair, and roughly turned his head to the right, With this movement, the middle finger with the greatest strength directly broke off and landed on Xia Xianqing's shoulder

"Ning Song" tried his best to prop up his body, resting his head on Xia Xianqing's neck

Xia Xianqing seemed to understand what he meant, and immediately trembled, but without any hesitation, she unbuttoned the collar of her pajamas, revealing her long, pale neck, looking towards the dying swan

Be eager to respond to him like flattery

Carefully protect "his" head

They have held this position for a long time, this position they have not revisited for a long time

On the bed, Ning Song especially likes to push Xia Xian's head aside a little rudely when he climaxes lightly, exposing his slender and fragile neck, licking Xia Xianqing's Adam's apple with his tongue, and gently leaving it there with his teeth. To impress, he likes to nibble on the lifeblood of the person under him when his face is flushed and trembling slightly

In this way, he felt satisfied, and felt that Xia Xianqing's body, mind and life belonged completely to him.

"He" opened his mouth with only teeth left, and lightly bit Xia Xianqing's Adam's apple, but it was not as shallow as usual, but with all his strength, he contained the large piece of skin in his mouth

"Ning Song" felt that Xia Xian in his arms froze slightly, and then began to tremble in a panic, but still hugged him tightly, unwilling to let go

he made up his mind

String is light and obedient, bear with it for a while, just for a while

it won't hurt

Okay?

you are always good

Xia Xianqing seemed to have heard Ning Song's comfort, her trembling was a little smaller, like a harmless and poor deer, but she was willing to go straight to the hunter's gun

The hunter decisively pulled the trigger

Ning Song seemed to have exhausted all the remaining strength, his teeth pierced through the deer's thin skin, and with the sound of the throat tearing,

The deer fell gently

It wasn't very painful, and even accompanied by the strange satisfaction of being one with Ning Song's flesh and blood, it was Xia Xianqing's last consciousness before his consciousness became blurred

He clasped Ning Song's head, and pressed it deeper into his neck, followed by a crisp, arterial bursting sound

Hot blood splashed "Ning Song" all over his face

I have long thought that even the flesh and blood are fused with yours, Xia Xian smiled lightly