The soil has become refined [Sword Three]

Tight, has been bound behind.

"Ah Rang, you..."

Xie Qianjun only had time to say this sentence, but A Rang took his breath away, and blocked all the words after that.

A Rang's eyes were always open. He looked into Xie Qianjun's eyes and saw the depths of his eyes.

As soon as the vines had sprouted from the bottom of Xie Qianjun's feet, they rose slowly, circled around, and tied him up in a virtual way.

"Brother~" Ah Rang pressed his forehead against Xie Qianjun's, "... How about it?"

Xie Qianjun looked at A Rang with a complicated expression, "You like this very much?"

"Brother, do you want to tell the truth?"

"nature."

"Actually, I don't really like it." A Rang hugged Xie Qianjun through the vines, resting his head on his shoulder, "I still like it..."

"what do you like?"

"I like my brother to do it himself." When A Rang spoke, his shallow breath fell on Xie Qianjun's neck.

"Then let me go."

Xie Qianjun moved his wrist. In fact, A Rang was not tightly wrapped. He could break free with a little force, but he wanted A Rang to untie it himself.