It's all a trick!

An Xian came out of the bathroom wearing a white bathrobe, her neatly trimmed short black hair was wet and dripping.

He yawned, and went straight to the bed and fell on the big bed in the room, not caring about the wetness of the pillow.

So tired so tired.

Followed Shi Mei to another base to negotiate, first fought with countless zombies, and after arriving there were several hours of negotiations without a break.

Physical strength was almost overdrawn.

The desk lamp in the room emits an orange light, which adds a bit of warmth to the room.

An Xian quickly fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, An Xian felt someone moving around her body in a daze.

Delusion?

If someone really came in, when did he become so alert?And he locked the door.

But the feeling of someone touching him became more and more obvious, and he even put his hand into his bathrobe.

He woke up all of a sudden, what is there not to understand?

Depend on!Who dares to disturb his sleep, he is almost exhausted, didn't he tell him not to send anyone over? !He doesn't need this kind of service!

An Xian opened his eyes and wanted to push the person on him away.

When he put his hand on the opponent's body, the tentacles were elastic skin, An Xian realized that the opponent was not wearing clothes at all.

Then take a closer look at the other person's appearance with the help of the desk lamp, long black hair, handsome face, blurred eyes, golden eyes with water vapor... Ansair? !

An Xian was startled, the movement that was about to push the opponent away froze.

Damn, what is going on here, is he dreaming?

Stretching his hands restlessly into An Xian's bathrobe with the neckline wide open, this man who looks exactly like Ansair, is clinging to An Xian tightly, the temperature on his body is astonishingly hot.

He bit his lip tightly, as if he was enduring something.

When An Xian saw his appearance, he immediately understood that he had been drugged and sent to his room. He had encountered this situation many times.But why Ansair?

Or do they just look the same?

An Xian's chest suddenly felt soft and slippery.

He reflexively pushed the opponent's head away from his chest.

Because of An Xian's rude actions, the man's chaotic brain became a little clearer, his golden eyes stared straight at him, and his voice was hoarse because of being drugged: "An Xian, Xian..."

Although his voice was hoarse, An Xian was sure that he was Ansair.

An Xian knew that he should call someone to take Ansair out immediately, but for some reason he didn't want to do it.

Ansair rubbed against An Xian's body in discomfort. The usually cold and strong young man looked pitiful at this moment.

As if possessed by a demon, An Xian caressed Ansair's lips with her fingers.

very soft.

The young man's black eyes immediately darkened a bit, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, swallowing his saliva.

He must be crazy to think that way about Ansair.

He clearly knew that it was wrong to take advantage of others' danger, but he couldn't control himself.

An Xian is not interested in those teenagers who have been taught to be particularly well-behaved. Those like Ansair are his aesthetics.

An Xian lowered his head like a ghost, and gently covered Ansair's lips.

……

When Anxian woke up the next day in the stone house used by the Xiong tribe to entertain guests, he found that his body was wet and cold.

Depend on!Realizing what it was, An Xian burst out a curse in her heart.

But the specific content of the dream... He likes it very much, and even wants it to become a reality.

The young man with black short hair raised a meaningful smile on his lips.

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