Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

When Sun Qiao opened his eyes, it was still dark.

From the back of the head to the neck was numbness after the spread of dull pain, the blood vessels under the skin were throbbing, the scalp probably had a small wound, and there was a chilly tingling sensation after being exposed to the air, he moved his hand, the wrist The rough hemp rope that he couldn't break free rubbed against his cold skin. He tried to scream, but his mouth was stretched open and stuffed with a large piece of cloth.

The most frightening thing was that Sun Qiao moved his legs again and lay quietly on the bed with no sensation below his knees.

Uncontrollable saliva flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes, which were blocked by the black cloth, rolled his eyes silently, and Sun Qiao called the system in his heart.

"Ah um..."

Goosebumps spread densely from the top of Sun Qiao's head.

Sun Yanan looked fascinatedly at the man who was lying between his legs, who was supposed to be his brother. The uncontrollable excitement made his waist sore, and the outside of the house was covered in silver, and Sun Yanan was trembling naked. Sitting on the other person's waist, at the moment of physical contact, he raised his neck and let out a lewd gasp.

The hot emotion in his breath almost burned him to death.

Sun Qiao felt that someone was licking the saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth, the tip of the warm tongue was cautious but unexpectedly enthusiastic, the rapid and depressive panting moved by his ear, and the hot buttocks pressed against him The person on his body clamped his legs as if he could no longer bear the surging stimulation, and sat down suddenly, the tight and seductive Xiao acupoint contracted like a living thing, and the flesh would harden Swallowing the stick-shaped thing in, Sun Qiao was jerked by being sucked in, and the soft hole was stirred up with a sticky hip, which was filled with heat and humidity.

Sun Yan'an still had his brother's saliva in his mouth. He couldn't bear it, and wanted to groan, pant, but because he had his brother's saliva in his mouth, he could only close his mouth and lock the saliva like a small animal. Moaning and whimpering, his knees were kneeling beside Sun Qiao's crotch, rubbed red from the continuous up and down violent movements, Sun Yan'an curled up his thin white toes, and the sweet and greasy panting from deep in his throat almost burned him. The roots of his ears were red, and the pleasure rolling in his blood vessels like lava melted his body violently.

With vision and movements blocked, Sun Qiao felt like a prisoner whose head had been pressed into Xingtai, with thorns and a hard shell—he had been deprived of everything that could protect him, and he was as irresistible as being slaughtered.

Being restrained, spied on, and controlled, nothing Sun Qiao likes.

[I grass your mother. ] Sun Qiao gave the middle finger to the cheating system in his heart.

[Pay attention to harmonious words, Qiaoer. ] The system justly rejected Sun Qiao's swearing.

[The information has been transmitted to you, remember to read it. ] After saying this, the system disappeared, and disappeared very quickly, as if there was something urgent waiting for him to do.

After reading the background of this task at a glance, Sun Qiao's eyes stayed on the task of 'Destroying Sun's Mansion'. After a few moments of silence, the person riding on him suddenly increased his movements, slurring The murmur was also magnified into a sticky moan, and a hoarse male voice burst out of the throat, and the following couldn't be blocked anymore, and the waves of pleasure were slower than before. The oncoming feeling was even more unbearable. Sun Yan'an closed his eyes tightly, and he bit his lips to the ground and turned white. The purity after being deprived of language was completely unable to relieve the constant tide of emotion. Hearing it, the delicate beauty that came to his ears even made his blood spurt when he heard it.

By the time Sun Yan'an cried and ejaculated unbearably, his eye sockets were already filled with clear tears, and his red eye sockets looked down at the man who had been lying quietly under him all this time. The nostrils breathed the cold air in the room, and the lower abdomen, which was sticky with white liquid, was still rising and falling together.

His throat was very hoarse after orgasm, and he whimpered and made slurred requests with tears in his voice.

"...please...please, brother."

"Why haven't you moved yet!?" The door was suddenly pushed open with a squeak like a scream, and a cold wind blew in along the gap, and the wind blade like a knife swept everything in the house.

The person who walked in was an elegantly dressed woman. She was not surprised or surprised when she saw the scene on the bed in the inner room. She just glanced at it as usual and said to Sun Yan'an who was kneeling on Sun Qiao: "The young master will arrive in an hour, Yan An, why are you still messing around with your brother, why don't you hurry up and get ready!"

"Your father is waiting for you in the front hall." The woman instructed as she walked forward, Sun Qiao pursed her thin lips, and felt a cold figure standing beside the bed.

Sun Yan'an responded, tidied himself up and got out of bed. After putting on his boots, he didn't fiddle with his clothes and hair. Instead, he helped Sun Qiao, who was lying on the bed unable to move, cover the brocade quilt first, and then carefully Tidying herself up, Mrs. Zhao stood aside, stretching out Rou Yi with a gold and jade bracelet to caress Sun Qiao's face. Her movements had some kind of obscenity and hunger that made people feel uncomfortable, which was very easy to make people feel uncomfortable. People misunderstand.

"Mother, let's go," Sun Yan'an reached out and grabbed Zhao Shi's wrist to stop the other party's movement. He didn't say anything but his eyes were indifferent, "Brother needs to rest."

Mrs. Zhao snorted and touched a few times before withdrawing her hand. The mother and son walked out one after the other, and the wooden door was tightly closed with a creak, locking the silence in the room.

The charcoal in the stove exploded softly in the air.

Sun Qiao untied himself along the rope that had loosened a little bit before Sun Yanan left, removed the cloth strips in front of him and the blockage in his mouth, and after inspecting the beautifully furnished ancient house, Sun Qiao's His eyes passed through all kinds of exquisite furniture, and he stopped on the wooden wheelchair not far away.

Both calves were weak or even numb, Sun Qiao smiled wryly, disabled.

Sun Ji is the courtier most favored by the Holy Majesty. It is said that when the Holy Majesty succeeded in sitting on the dragon chair from among the five sons, it was absolutely indispensable for the support of Sun Ji and the Sun family behind him. Power over thousands of people.

The only concubine of the Sun Mansion - the eldest daughter of Sun Ji and his ex-wife Chen's family has also logically changed from Princess Bao to the head of the central palace, holding the phoenix seal in her hand, and in charge of the harem. , won the laurel crown in one fell swoop in the imperial examination that ended not long ago, and became a good son who all the girls in the capital dreamed of asking for marriage.

May the lord, Sun Qiao, the eldest son of Sun Ji and his ex-wife Chen, he should have been the proud son of heaven, but he was forced to stay like a weed that no one cares about. In this cold-hearted Sun Mansion.

Full of poems and books, no one asked, only a wheelchair accompanied Tianming.

Sun Ji drooped his head in cold sweat, his vicissitudes of life were only imprinted in the other side's dark clothes embroidered with exquisite embroidery. The embroidery seemed to be alive, and the work of the embroiderers seemed to have spirituality As if jumping in his eyes, Sun Ji twisted his brows in thought, and following this pattern, a phantom of a five-clawed golden dragon was outlined in his mind!

The white snow accumulated on the corners of the eaves hit the ground with a 'snap' sound, which was particularly eye-catching in the silent air.

"Mr. Sun's plum blossoms are very good." The young man sitting in the main seat suddenly sighed, his clear and warm voice was very comfortable to listen to, and there were some strange things in this snowy day in the middle of winter. warm.

Sun Ji absolutely did not dare to accept this compliment, and he signaled the housekeeper to serve tea to the young maid with his eyes. Sun Ji smiled kindly, "Young master's words are absurd, I think the master is right. For your love, young master, even the most precious flowers and plants are planted in the garden, just waiting for you to watch."

The young man didn't make a sound after listening, and he didn't even touch the teacup in his hand. Sun Yan'an, who was about the same size as him, sat in the lower seat, but the young man didn't seem to see him. , the whole person exudes a sense of alienation that is close but refuses to be close. Walking all the way from the gate of the Sun Mansion, the young man seems to be icy and wants to merge with the snowy world.

"This is Gouzi, come on, Yan An," Sun Ji signaled Sun Yanan to stand up again and salute the young man, "Sun Yanan, Master Gouzi, you are about the same age as Gouzi. , and you can also ask the dog to play with you."

Sun Yan'an rubbed his fingers and saluted in the direction of the young man, showing the etiquette of a scholar. The young man just glanced at it lightly and then looked away uninterestedly. Sun Yan'an sat back on the carved wooden chair behind him again. Sniffing the scent of his fingertips, a faint red appeared behind his jade-white ears.

"By the way," the young man's voice attracted everyone's attention. He lowered his eyes, and there was a little curiosity in his pleasant voice, and the corners of his lips curled up in an unreal arc, "Don't Master Sun still have a son?"

"What about people?"

The crisp sound of broken ceramics sounded in the closed reception hall, and then spread to the eardrums of everyone in the hall. Sun Yan'an's clothes were wetted by the warm tea, and the white gas rushed up, and then disappeared into the cold water. In the air, he could hardly control his trembling body. All the actions he had done to his brother before flashed in his mind as if slowed down. Sun Yanan tightened his white fingers, deeply He swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, lowered his head and did not speak.

A servant came in to clean up the broken teacups that had fallen to the ground.

"Young master, please forgive me." In the end, Sun Ji opened his mouth to explain, his wrinkled face was covered with a smile that anyone could tell was flattering, "Zhu Zi is seriously ill and cannot see guests."

Sun Yan'an used his palms to slowly scrub the tea that was refilled by the servants, but there was a huge wave in his heart that could not be calmed down. He always felt that the sky was about to change.