[Onmyoji] Fengshen's dad's daily life

Because the little tengu was missing a front tooth, he simply changed back to the form of a bird cub, lest Huang always let him talk.

Fortunately, although the little tengu was young, he had sufficient demonic power, and his front teeth grew relatively fast, and a few teeth grew out within a few days.

On a winter night, the wind and snow were howling outside, and the wind and snow in the house protected by the barrier became softer, and the room was also very warm.

Such weather is not suitable for playing in the courtyard. The little tengu and the little demon fox were driven back to the room early, and they were allowed to play in the room by themselves. At that time, the lights were turned off and they went to sleep.

Yimulian is in his room, making felt balls with the fox fur that the little demon fox saved when she was moulting.

Huang was also in Yimulian's room, and after finding a book, he lay down beside him, lazily reading while pillowing on his legs to pass the time.

Yimulian moved his hands to the side so that Mao Mao wouldn't fall on Huang's face.

Huang read the book for a while, then he didn't want to read it, he threw the book aside and closed his eyes.

"Sleepy?" Yimulian just finished making a felt ball, looked at Huang and seemed a little drowsy, put down the tool in his hand and gently touched his forehead, "If you are sleepy, go back to sleep first."

Huang opened his eyes and looked at Yimulian, "It's so windy and snowy outside, why don't you leave me here?"

Yimulian pinched his straight nose, and said: "The enchantment at home has been strengthened, even if there is a wind and snow, it won't be too big. Go, go back to your room and sleep."

"No." Huang turned over, lying on his side with his arms around Yimulian's waist, and buried his face in his stomach, "I'm sleeping here."

"shortage--"

"I don't know how to do anything," Huang looked up at him, then narrowed his eyes suddenly, gently caressed his neck with his slender fingers, and traced the arc of his Adam's apple with his fingertips, "Or, are you expecting me to say goodbye to you?" What do you do? Huh?"

Without changing his face, he smiled and pulled the salty pig's hand off his neck, covering Huang's face, "What can you do to me?"

"There are many things you can do," Huang propped himself up, stretched out his hand to hold Yimulian's shoulder, lowered his head and approached, and said softly, "Do you want to try?"

His voice was too gentle and bewitching, even after listening to it for more than half a year, Yimulian couldn't help being in a trance for a moment, but in this short second, Huang suddenly pressed his shoulder hard, He fell down on the tatami.

The tatami mat is very soft, so it won't hurt to press down on it. As soon as Ichimolian lay down, he stretched his arms to get up.

Huang reached out to the table to pick up a glass of warm wine, drank it with his head up, threw the glass away casually, and leaned over to press it down.

Yimu Lian's movement of getting up is like catering, just to meet Huang's leaning lips, his lips are blocked, and the moment he is pressed down on the tatami again, his lips and teeth are pried open by the other's flexible tongue, and he takes a bite Warm chrysanthemum wine.

Chrysanthemum wine is brewed by Yimulian in autumn. It tastes lighter than green plum wine. The taste of the wine is not obvious, slightly bitter and sweet, but at this moment, Yimulian feels that this chrysanthemum wine seems too sweet.

The sweetness made him dizzy.

Yimu Lian lay down on the tatami with his eyes closed, his eyelashes trembling slightly, subconsciously swallowing the wine in his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled and made a slight whimpering sound, the swallowing movement seemed to be sucking the tip of Huang's tongue, catering to his kiss.

Huang held Yimulian's horn with one hand, and let him lift his chin to accept his kiss, and put his other hand into Yimulian's skirt, kneading and stroking his chest.

This is Huang's first time playing hooligans so recklessly. The previous teasing was not so much a temptation, but a subtle influence, which made Yimulian get used to his closeness and laid the foundation for today's actions.

He tried out Yimulian's bottom line step by step, and pushed that bottom line back bit by bit. Even in such an almost pornographic kiss, he can still hold the right amount, so that Yimulian feels comfortable and uncomfortable. Avoid because of shyness.

The soft lips turned bright red due to being constantly grinded, sucked and gnawed, and I felt a little dizzy at a glance. I just felt very hot, and I couldn't tell whether it was because of drinking or because of Huang's actions. I pressed against his chest and stroked back and forth His hand made him unable to separate his mind from thinking about other things, the heat made him almost melt in Huang's arms.

With Yimulian's lips in his mouth, Huang stepped back slightly and released him, temporarily ending the long and deep kiss. When the two lips parted, there was a sticky sound of water, and the fiery panting made Yimulian's neck turn red .

After a short breath, Huang bit Yimulian's lips again, and the tip of his tongue squeezed in between his lips and teeth, twitching and stirring in his mouth, and the hand that was resting on his chest couldn't help but move down along the tight and smooth path. Touch the waistline back, touch his back waist.

Yimulian's buttocks are very round and upright, and the undulating contour from the waist to the buttocks is wonderful. Huang seems to have lost control, pressing his palms on Yimulian's back waist for a moment, and then squeezed into his small pants.

"Hmm..." Yimu Lian whimpered and struggled, his limp hands grabbed Huang's shoulders and pulled back his clothes.

Huang let go of Yimulian's lips, as if dissatisfied with his struggle, looking down at Yimulian with moist and bright purple eyes, frowning slightly.

Being stared at by him like this, Yimulian suddenly felt a little guilty for some reason, and felt guilty that he shouldn't reject him, so he lay down obediently and didn't move any more.

And Huang stared at him for a while, then suddenly closed his eyes, fell down and lay on Yimulian's body, and there was no more movement.

He stared blankly, waited for a while but didn't see the following, and heard Huang's long and slow breathing in his ear, as if he had fallen asleep.

Yimulian felt a sense of absurdity in his heart that he didn't know how to react, and suddenly thought of the sip of wine that Huang had brought over, and Huang once said that he was not very good at drinking.

Does this "not very good at" originally refer to pouring in a cup?

Yimu didn't know whether to be angry or grateful for a moment, and after struggling for a while, he angrily pulled Huang's hand that was still stuck in his clothes, and pushed him away.

Huang lay on his back on the tatami beside him, his face was reddish, his beautiful eyes were closed, and he was in a deep sleep.

Yimulian sat up, lifted up his little pants that were almost taken off through the bathrobe, and then pulled up the skirt that had slipped to his arms, turned his head to look at the sleeping Huang, and smashed the pillow expressionlessly to him.

"Bastard." Yimulian said softly, with a hint of embarrassment in his tone, "I will never kiss you next time!"

After a pause, he refuted himself again: "No, there will be no next time!"

He poked Huang's cheek vigorously with his fingers, looked at Huang who was completely unresponsive, suddenly lost his temper, got up and carried the quilt over to cover Huang, spread a thick quilt on the other side, turned off the light and went to sleep.