[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

Kissing between men always has a bit of aggression like attacking a city, and Mo Yu entered the state almost without hesitation, and the sound of Qi Ran's light panting accompanied by the blending of the mouth and teeth entered the ears, I miss you so much, Qi Ran said intermittently.

Different from Mo Yu's concentration, the prelude of sex/love seems to be able to arouse Qi Ran's confession. He was pressed on the table by the man, and after taking off his clothes, he put on a slightly embarrassed posture, but until At this time, he still didn't forget to tease, "I think it's hard for Mr. to think about it. Later, Mister will... um."

Before Qi Ran finished speaking, the impatient vampire blocked his mouth with his lips and teeth. The young man calmed down obediently. He turned over and leaned on the table, silently listening to Mo Yu explaining behind him. The sound of the belt being removed.

Of course there was no lubrication in the study, and Mo Yu was already ready to endure. Just as she stretched her fingers in, she heard the low voice of the servant, "Come in quickly, please come in quickly."

Mo Yu froze for a moment, he used his other hand to touch Qi Ran's body, turned his body sideways, and saw that Qi Ran's body was swollen out of shape.

A man's penis is a very selfish thing. When it is aroused, it doesn't care about the acceptance of the party. Mo Yu was interrupted by the young man's numb begging, and he Holding Qi Ran's thigh, he buried his belongings in it. The whole entry process was unexpectedly smooth, and Qi Ran didn't even hear the pain.

Mo Yu's eyes instantly turned cold.

What also cooled down was the surrounding temperature. Calculated, Mo Yu and Qi Ran have not done it for several days, but now they are relaxed like this, so...

"No, I didn't." Realizing something, Qi Ran panicked and defended.

Between them, the most intimate part is still connected, they are completely dazzled by passion/desire, and haven't figured out a general idea in a short time, and this excuse is completely out of a similar Intuitive animal instinct.

Looking at Qi Ran, who shrank his neck to defend, Mo Yu suddenly had a feeling of being swept away. His desire/fire was ignited by an arrogant, willful and tenacious young man, not the current one. Submissive little appearance.

Sobriety in sex/love is a very absurd thing, but the traveler is the one who is most used to absurdity. When his eyes clear up, his brain is sober that he almost wants to order his body to back away, but at this time, he sees with sharp eyes I found a thin booklet on the bookshelf, which was the one that Wamir had read before, the anthology of the British poet Lawrence Binion.

Qi Ran was still lying on the table, he supported his body with his forearm, his shoulders were trembling, and he didn't have a chance to meet Mo Yu's eyes, and the people behind him seemed to have no intention of caring about him, and they leaned forward to look at Mo Yu. Before, he took down the thin booklet from the cabinet in front of him.

As soon as he retreated and entered, he actually completed a collision.

The book fell down and spread out on the table. The title page was exposed, and there was a mess of complicated black lines on it. That's right, it was Wamir's book.

It was at this moment that Qi Ran's head could barely react, and he began to explain to Mo Yu hesitantly.

"I'm just... thinking about Mr., will he be with Mr.... I can't bear it, I have no one else... It's me, only myself, I made it myself... I'm thinking about Mr.'s..." That voice was shrill and hoarse, and in the end, it was even stained with crying.

At this time, Qi Ran completely lost the seductive posture of offering sacrifices at the beginning, and was as innocent as a kitten that had been trampled on a sore spot, like a child who had been bullied.

Mo Yu felt helpless, he felt that he was really not suitable for these trivial entanglements, really, one or two were like this, and patiently explained, "I don't have that kind of relationship with him."

Like a reassuring potion, Qi Ran's voice finally stopped, but Mo Yu's unhappiness could be sensed no matter what, punishment cannot be escaped, Qi Ran watched helplessly as Mo Yu turned the book from the back to the book that he had done before. On the marked page, the man stretched his hand toward the young man's chest, grabbed Qi Ran's nipples with two fingers on his right hand, and ordered concisely, "Read."

"What?" Qi Ran asked blankly as if he didn't know what happened.

In this regard, Mo Yu slammed hard behind him as a warning.

"Ah... I read it, I read it!" Qi Ran came back to his senses, and he fixed his eyes on the short poem.

"I think of a flower..."

"The latter part." Mo Yu added another sentence.

In the first paragraph, Wamir has already told Mo Yu, there is no particular reason, but the traveler simply feels that it is not a good idea to ask Qi Ran to recite what Wamir once said.

Wamir's voice was cute and clear, and when he was sad, it would be like broken jade, while Qi Ran's voice was much colder, the metal blade soaked in frost and cold, even lingering was dangerous.

And the young man who was controlled by others didn't know about the man's evaluation. While enduring the collision from Mo Yu, he looked down pitifully.

He went on to read, "We built... well... houses, expensive... ah... ah, temples for beauty!"

A short sentence was recited by Qi Ran to the extreme, and in fact, he was not used to this feeling of being/manipulated. After finishing the first sentence, he didn't want to speak any more. The young man's lips were tightly pursed. Then, unwilling to utter another word.

But he didn't know that this kind of rebellion was actually catered to Mo Yu.

The passion was rekindled, and Mo Yu's eyes were filled with a smile, yes, this is the Qi Ran he likes, the one with the spine and claws.

Mo Yu's movements softened, he licked Qi Ran's earlobe in a half-bewitching and half-rewarding way, and then asked the question, "Who is the person you want to bring down?"

Qi Ran felt overwhelmed by this sudden question, and instinctively wanted to refuse, but his body had already gotten used to obeying, and a groan flowed from his throat. At that moment, Qi Ran deeply understood , I have fallen into it.

Mo Yu's doubts continued, "Who is the one you attacked with the media, the person in charge of the vampire incident appointed by the government?"

Qi Ran gritted her teeth and still did not speak, but her pupils became slightly dilated due to the extremely comfortable feeling in the affair.

Mo Yu said in an unhurried voice, "If you don't want to talk, just keep reading." This is a seemingly gentle option.

"...Just read it." Qi Ran muttered, clutching the spine of the book with his hands with white knuckles, desperately ignoring the movements of the people behind him, and said anxiously, "Created, made, uh, everyone... a throne that can be seen."

This was beyond Mo Yu's expectation, and he didn't expect that Qi Ran would be able to confront him at this time. The man held Qi Ran's somewhere, and said in a hoarse voice, "Say it?"

However, Qi Ran seemed to be annoyed by this question, he shouted in a broken voice, "You still ask me after you know?"

"I have to ask you to admit it yourself." The vampire said calmly.

In Qi Ran's world, there is indeed such an opponent, he will make Qi Ran feel extremely afraid, and he is also worthy of the prince's troubles. The clip about that person is very short, but it seems that he has never completely disappeared.

"...Shang Han." This was Qi Ran's expressionless answer.

Accompanied by such an answer, Mo Yu only felt his body soften in his arms, and at the same time, a slight pungent smell filled the air.

Qi Ran couldn't tell what mood he was in, but his body was in a mess, Ren Moyu's movements continued, and the ambiguous atmosphere became cold and quiet bit by bit, until finally, finally, they were completely finished. After a full set of intimacy, Qi Ran and Mo Yu saw a person at the same time.

It's Vamir!

The blond vampire stood in front of the closed gate, his face became more and more shockingly handsome because of the trauma in his heart, but his expression was blank, without understanding or anger, as if the whole world could no longer bring up his interest .

Mo Yu remembered the advice he gave to the security guards when he came, all go down, he once said this, this door is not guarded, and this door is not locked.

The azure eyes of the blood race glanced at Mo Yu and Qi Ran's private parts, and finally settled on the large table, where the poems he had read were still scattered.

How long has he been here?

Did he hear it all?

Mo Yu's questioning voice was blocked in his throat, and only the poem was left to read, which was the last line of the poem.

Wamir added in an icy tone, "...the footprints are gone on the dew."

——What is missing does not belong to him, and he will never get it.

The author has something to say: This chapter is locked, and this is a revised version.

In addition, there are a few untouched articles in my column. If you want to see which one you can tell me in the message, I will start writing and saving the manuscript now, and I will try to follow the frequency of daily updates in the future, (hahaha, look back Read it once, and this sentence made me laugh).

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