Mr. Jiang is not driving today

Jiang Xun stared at Yu Miao and lost contact with his own brain for about ten seconds.

Isn't Yu Miao dead?By that snake...

...wait, so, so, last night that...

After finally reconnecting with his own brain, Jiang Xun immediately hid his face in the crook of his arms, so as to hide his secret joy of being a villain.

A self-disciplined person like Yu Jiu would never take off his pants and pick up a gun casually. Since everything that happened last night was true, he probably had feelings for himself and didn't run away!

... Fuck you made it!

Jiang Xun covered his face, wishing he could roll on the spot to express his inner joy, but Yu Miao caught Jiang Xun's expression of wanting to cry and laugh when he hid his face, so he couldn't help frowning, put down the lunch box, curled up into a The regiment picked him up from the ground and put him back on the bed, being careful not to let the bedding touch the badly swollen area behind him.

Jiang Xun's face turned even redder, and when he got into bed, he pulled the quilt and crawled in, trying to bite the corner of the quilt to keep himself from laughing out loud.

One hand touched into the quilt, and gently rubbed his sweaty hair from sleep.

Jiang Xun sniffled and complained through a layer of quilt: "Backache."

The owner of the hand paused, one hand poked in from the back collar of his loose robe, the index finger slid all the way down the lumbar spine lying on his side, and didn't stop until the waist, and pressed the sexy place with his knuckles. The depression caused Jiang Xun's body to bounce back.

——When Jiang Xun's legs were stretched open yesterday, his whole body trembled violently, and the muscles in his waist and abdomen were so tense that he couldn't rub it, so he first rubbed against this small waist in the tender caress, This little depression is filled.

Yu Miao pressed there with his fingers, and said in an extremely upright gentleman's tone, "Is this the pain?"

The big ball under the quilt nodded.

Yu Miao sat on the side of the bed, quietly rubbing Jiang Xun's waist.

Yu Miao was steadfast, but Jiang Xun's heart was beating almost as fast as the beating of a drum. He felt like he was going to have a heart attack at any moment, so he took a deep breath before he could recover: "...Yu Jiu, come here Son."

Feeling that the black shadow beside the bed moved a little toward his upper body, Jiang Xun moved his half-disabled waist with difficulty, and silently opened his arms around Yu Miao's waist.

The person in his arms was taken aback.

Jiang Xun tightened his arms. This action caused pain in his lumbar spine, but he refused to let go.

Soon, both hands lifted the plain quilt, Jiang Xun shrank his shoulders, and tightened himself tighter as if he was afraid of light. Even Jiang Xun himself didn't know where his inexplicable emotions came from, so he wanted to You want to get an answer from the person in your arms that even he doesn't know.

He murmured: "Yu Jiu, say something."

The man bent down, hugged his head, and dropped a shallow kiss on the hairline. The soft touch touched the top of the forehead very delicately. Jiang Xun felt like the one that was touched by the dragonfly. On the surface of the water, the whole person is radiating sparkling waves.

Yu Miao stroked his hair, his voice exuded a quiet and solemn atmosphere from inside to outside, just like every time Yu's morning class was so sacred: "I have liked you since I was 13 years old when I picked up your pajamas The smell on your body."

……Hey.

Yu Miao pointed his finger on his forehead: "My heart has belonged to you for many years. If you want to talk about the depth, you should have known it last night."

……Hey!

"I just want to be with you, and be with you for the rest of my life."

Jiang Xun: "..."

But the problem is, Yu Miao really didn't lie. While he was speaking, Jiang Xun watched the whole process of paratroopers opening their parachute close at hand.

...Hey, what kind of gentleman are you when you hug and react, your character design in "Beast Habitat in Dongshan" is not like this.

While Jiang Xun was slandering, the man gently pinched his chin with his left hand, forcing himself to raise his head and look directly into his eyes. Except for some beautiful red glowing on his face, it was no different from the usual Yu Miao. no difference.

He rubbed the fingers under Jiang Xun's neck back and forth twice like teasing a cat, and said, "Since you're awake, why don't you do it again?"

Jiang Xun took a breath: "Wait! Uh... hiss—"

Yu Miao frowned slightly, looked behind Jiang Xun, and immediately showed an expression of "ah, so that's the case".

Jiang Xun took the initiative to rub his face cheekily: "Kiss me quickly, it hurts like hell."

Yu Miao accepted the invitation gladly, opened his mouth and bit his earlobe, held the soft and boneless earlobe in his mouth, sucked it until it became red and hot, and then blew hot air by his ear, asking calmly : "You have to solve it for me."

Resigned to his fate, Jiang Xun took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then got up from the bed with his stiff side, hooked Yu Miao's neck with one hand, and groped into his robe with the other, and said in a low voice: " Then I will let you enjoy the Qin family's kung fu."

In the Qin family, it takes extreme patience and thousands of times of repeated polishing to serve those cold and cold people. Jiang Xun has mastered Fushanzi's unique skills over the years.

But the development of things is slightly different from Jiang Xun's idea.

Finally, Jiang Xun let out a sigh of relief when the thing's hand moved twice with great vigor, and a wave of warmth moistened the palm of his hand.

It's no wonder that my back hurts like this. A person who has not ejaculated after exercising at such a high speed for nearly half an hour can no longer be called a human being.

As a result of being brave, Jiang Xun found that his hands were so sore that he couldn't even lift them up, and Yu Miao did the aftermath by himself.

When Yu Miao held hands and wiped his palms with a hot towel, Jiang Xun still felt a little unreal. He pinched the inner thigh through a layer of thin pajamas, grinning his teeth in pain, but he still had nothing to say. Something: "Yu Jiu, who did you learn those messy things from?"

Yu Miao wiped away the last trace of whiteness in his palm, shook the steaming towel, and replied, "Yan He. I often ask him to draw some pictures, and he will also lend me some books."

...What is that?A book club for two gentlemen?

Before Jiang Xun had time to shed tears of sympathy for Mei Mei, he was overturned by a sudden force, and in the next second, there was a chill between his buttocks and flesh.

Jiang Xun experienced the feeling of "a tight chrysanthemum", and grabbed the edge of the bed to get up: "...No! Not now..."

Reluctantly, the opponent was in a superior position, and the resistance was futile. Jiang Xun fluttered a few times but did not get up, so he could only turn his neck to look at Yu Miao.

…Excuse me, Yujiu, can you explain what you are holding?

After noticing his gaze, Yu Miao explained naturally, "Qiong Gao. I'll give you the medicine first. After you've applied the medicine, eat."

Jiang Xun heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately lay flat. The hot towel was applied to the scalding part. During the massage, the red, swollen and stiff wound was softened by the heat. Soon, a little cool and refreshing ointment slid up , Spin it around and spread it evenly, Jiang Xun buried his face in the pillow, still couldn't stop the painful and comfortable breathing sound.

But soon he felt something was wrong.

Something else was poked in through the slightly swollen opening.

Jiang Xun wrinkled the sheets, struggling to get up: "Fuck! Yujiu, get out!"

But Yu Miao naturally used the remaining fingertips to stroke the soft and tender meat, slowly threatening: "...one at a time."

Jiang Xun was honest.

Yu Miao didn't go too far, he only applied the medicine to the near-end scratches. Jiang Xun quickly got used to the feeling of applying the medicine, laying on the bed with his limbs flattened, eyes closed and enjoying, very calm.

Therefore, he couldn't see Yu Miao's frowning eyebrows.

...why there is no response yet?He has already reached this level, and he still doesn't ask himself to do something?

... It seems that Le Li's book doesn't say so.

When Yu Miao fell into deep thought, the sound of rushing water and a few girls' charming smiles could be heard from the next door.

Yu Miao looked back at the wall, then turned around.

The man and woman living next door should also be immortal cultivators, and they are a pair of dual cultivators.Today, when Yu Miao went downstairs to buy food, he happened to pass by that lazy but immortal man on the stairs.

It was an unfamiliar face, probably some Sanxian.

...It's also fortunate that he is a Sanxian who doesn't know himself and the eldest son of the Qin family.

In the place separated by a wall from the two of them, Ying Yisheng was lying in a tub filled with hot water, as if resting with his eyes closed, with a vague smile on his lips, his whole figure was like a graceful lotus flower , but exuded an indescribable color.

The bamboo screen between the bedroom and the bathroom was removed, and the princess sat on the bed not far away, looking at the people in the water with fascination, as if she was looking at a dream that one did not want to wake up from.

His lips, which were fumigated by the hot air, were soft and crimson. He seemed to want to lie in the warm water and stay motionless for a lifetime.But the princess obviously had something on her mind, and after hesitating a few times, she spoke cautiously, as if she was afraid of scaring someone: "My lord, that Gongyi...is in Huzejian."

Ying Yisheng turned around comfortably, with no displeasure on his face: "So?"

The empress dowager, who was always perverse and unruly in front of the immortal sect, is now like a childish domestic animal, and her tone is also innocent of a girl: "Didn't you want to kill him back then? My lord, although the matter of Bozixu It's not what you did, but when you intercepted and killed Gong Yi back then, you did it so beautifully and simply, if it wasn't for Gong Yi's fate..."

Ying Yisheng opened his eyes, and a full drop of water rolled down from his eyelashes: "It doesn't matter whether Gong Yi dies or not. He is not talented enough, and he is stupid and aggressive, so it doesn't matter if he lives."

The prince's face revealed a look of disappointment. Just as she was about to say something, Ying Yisheng lazily said: "However, the people he loves and cherishes should be killed one by one. I want to see, How does a star of death die alone in his old age."

Immediately, endless admiration radiated from the princess's eyes, and she smiled a little cutely: "My lord, there is one more thing. The new master of the Demonic Way who planned the Snake Lady seems to have something happened."

Ying Yisheng was not surprised: "I only have a piece of soul holding a cicada slave in my hand, which is enough to scare the Gong family into pretending to exterminate the family and fall into the devil's way. A guy like a pig can actually be the master of the demonic way, and my master's plan is indispensable behind it. Unfortunately, he made a wrong move in this move."

The princess stared obsessively at Ying Yisheng's side face: "Then...if the master, how will he plan?"

Ying Yisheng picked up some water, and in the dripping water, his eyes were also covered with a thin layer of water mist, which looked really soft and charming, and even his tone became playful: "... ...Do you believe that I only need a dream, and I can ruin Qin Mu's reputation."

The princess looked at this confident and vicious monster who was chased and killed by everyone, and heard his understatement, no matter how difficult it was to suppress the admiration and excitement in her heart, she jumped up from the bed and ran forward a few steps, regardless of her surroundings. Holding Ying Yisheng's neck, he said in a low voice, "My lord, I..."

"roll."

The princess was stunned, realizing that she had lost her composure, and hurriedly knelt down on the ground, regardless of the fact that her chest was already wet, her clothes were sticking to her flesh, and the scenery was beautiful: "Please forgive me, Lord, I shouldn't... I shouldn't..."

Ying Yisheng's eyebrows and eyes are still bent, it is hard to tell if he is angry, even his ending is smiling as always, as if the scolding just now did not come from his mouth at all: "...stay away from me. Don't block to my shadow."