On the price to pay for changing the plot

Emperor Yuan Qi saw that his complexion was pale, his exposed skin was covered with scars, and he was a little more fragile, so he couldn't help but want to embrace him, but just as his hand reached his waist, he withdrew it again. The young man is not as harmless as he appears on the surface. If this little leopard accidentally scratches his paw, it will be more harm than good.

Fu Heng waited for a while, but he didn't make any movement, so he just closed his eyes and rested quietly.

Not long after, he felt waves of hot tide coming to his body, lust/desire floating in his lower abdomen, and the smell of sandalwood in his nostrils, he was so hot that he wanted to take off his clothes, but he lost strength when he raised his hand, Only a weak gasp remained.

Emperor Yuan Qi drank several glasses of wine, but his eyes had been observing Fu Heng silently. At this moment, seeing his face flushed, his thin lips slightly parted, and his exhale with a bewitching groan, he knew it was the fragrance. It worked, he put down the wine glass, avoided the injury on the boy's back, rolled up his waist and put it in his arms.

"Don't...don't touch me..."

Fu Heng tried his best to push and push him, but he couldn't move him at all.

Emperor Yuan Qi was very satisfied with his appearance, he gently opened his coat with one hand, seeing that he stretched out his hand to stop him, he took that slender white hand and put it on his chest.

Fu Heng's wrist was weak, and he leaned against his chest, and immediately slid down.

Emperor Yuan Qi was patient enough at this time, he put that hand on his shoulder again, leaned over and pecked lightly on his face, Fu Heng couldn't dodge, and punched his shoulder vigorously, the strength was really strong Too small, with his blushing and handsome face, no matter how you look at it, it seems that he wants to refuse and welcome, full of love and interest.

Emperor Yuan Qi's lips pressed against his cheeks and moved down little by little. He turned over and covered him under him. Fu Heng was so pressed that his mind cleared a little from the pain, and the strength in his hands seemed to be When he came back a little, he grabbed the collar of the person on his body with both hands and pulled it up vigorously.

Emperor Yuan Qi was disturbed by him so naturally he couldn't enjoy himself to the fullest, impatiently grabbed those two hands and pressed them to the top of his head, buried his head in front of his chest and was reluctant to lift it up.

When he was extremely happy, he hooked his fingers around Fu Heng's belt and pulled it lightly, and the trousers were loosely torn apart by him.

Seeing such a beautiful scene, Emperor Yuan Qi's eyes were reddened by stimulation, and he kissed him fiercely, almost wanting to tear him apart, without any hesitation that this person had just been whipped.

His lower body/body was naked/naked, and Emperor Yuan Qi's hand had already reached his inner thigh. Fu Heng's heart rang loudly, and he struggled even more. His hand couldn't be freed because it was pressed against the pillow. , Gradually slipped to the bottom while struggling, he scratched furiously, and suddenly felt that he had encountered a hard object, so he hurriedly lifted the object and poked it desperately at the hand that was holding him.

At this moment, Emperor Yuan Qi was thinking of rushing in. He was stabbed in the hand, and he never thought of letting him go. He was determined to want him. Fu Heng was really scared at the moment, and he made a bigger attack. Unexpectedly, he broke free from Emperor Yuan Qi's grasp, and he swung the object in his hand and stabbed him hard on the back.

"what!"

Only then did Fu Heng see clearly that the dagger had been inserted into Emperor Yuan Qi's back. He gasped and retreated to the back.

"...You! Slut!" Emperor Yuan Qi pulled him by the ankle and dragged him in front of him, and slapped him across the face. Still unable to relieve his anger, he took the whip placed by the coffee table, and slammed a few times at him, "I'm going to shave off all your claws today, and see if you still dare to scratch me!"

After being whipped a few times, Fu Heng couldn't control his body trembling. He spat and looked at Emperor Yuan Qi with undisguised hatred in his eyes, "You dog! Beat me to death if you have the ability!"

Emperor Yuan Qi was furious, and his reason was completely shattered by his words, he shook his hand and whipped again, "Today I will peel your skin!"

After whipping a few times, he saw that the person on the bed had criss-crossed welts, and he couldn't even dodge, so he threw away the whip, sat cross-legged on the ground, and gasped for a moment with his head down. It's not deep, but it's enough for him to hurt.

Just at this moment, the door of the secret room opened, and a person walked in. When he saw his appearance, Fu Heng opened his mouth, but he did not make a sound.

Emperor Yuan Qi turned his back to the door, the injury on his body weakened his vigilance, he didn't notice the movement behind him at all, he stared at the boy on the bed with a sullen face: "Are you comfortable now?"

Fu Heng's eyes looked behind him, his lips curled up for a while, and he said word by word: "...you go to die!"

Before Emperor Yuan Qi heard his words clearly, there was a sudden pain in front of his body, and a sword pierced his back from his back to his chest, "..."

He fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, and a man chuckled behind him, "Hehe...it's a good deal for you."

Fu Heng watched the man approach the couch, he glanced at the incense burner on the coffee table, took out a white cloth from his sleeve and leisurely wiped the blood on the sword, leaned close to him and took a closer look: "Tsk tsk... ...that's pretty ruthless."

"...help me," Fu Heng's hand slowly grasped the man's sleeve, the panting in his voice could not be restrained, and he was drunk with lingering melancholy.

The man paused, withdrew his clothes from the slender hand, retreated to the corpse on the ground, looked at the half-open door and said loudly, "I can't save you, the person who rescues you is already waiting at the door, you look……"

Fu Heng followed his gaze and looked towards the door. There was a tall man standing there. He walked in step by step. When he reached the light, he realized that it was actually Wuyue. Turned his head away, and made no more sound.

The room was terribly quiet, the man grabbed the corpse of Emperor Yuan Qi on the ground and dragged it outside, "I'll leave it to the Imperial Teacher here."

The door of the secret room was quickly closed, Wuyue walked up to him and stood still, glanced at the incense burner that was still wafting incense, and swallowed, "The poor monk is rude."

After finishing speaking, she carefully reached under his arm and wanted to hug him.

Fu Heng was already dizzy at this moment, and his body was too hot to bear. When Wuyue hugged him, there was a refreshing air in an instant, and he couldn't help sighing out of comfort.

As soon as Wuyue hugged him into her arms, she felt the heat of this body, he held him tighter, and was ready to go outside.

Fu Heng's consciousness gradually blurred, he clasped Wuyue's neck with both hands, and rubbed his head against his neck, longing for more coolness, but the clothes in front of him blocked his strength, and he reached into the monk's robe with trembling hands. In the middle, slipped inside to touch the skin inside, and the other hand was not idle, crawled up to his head and fumbled together, there was no hair on it, Fu Heng's eyes were full of water, quite confused He glanced at his mouth in disgust, "...why...why didn't you lose your hair?"

Wuyue let him move around on her body, but her body was already tense.

Fu Heng's body was numb and weak, relying on him desperately wanted to relieve himself, he desperately opened his red lips and bit his neck, muttering in his mouth, "...although...although...he has no hair...wait for you, Mr. I'm...comfortable, I...will settle you down..."

He was talking nonsense, his face was full of lust, and the clothes on his body were opened wantonly. When he twisted, the white and red welts swayed in front of Wuyue's eyes, and Wuyue's throat was dry, momentarily At a loss, he simply bent down and put him back on the couch.

As soon as he was put back on the couch, Fu Heng hurriedly grabbed Wuyue's arm, sticking to that hand with his pink cheeks coquettishly, and said a few words in his mouth, "...don't ...don't run away, Ben...my uncle will...love you very much..."

Wuyue wanted to pull her hand back, but for some reason, seeing Fu Heng's appearance of being so charming and slanderous, she was a little reluctant to leave his face, there seemed to be a cluster of flames burning on his body. Burning, and there is a tendency to burn more and more.

Fu Heng was sticky for a long time, his body ached at times, and at times it was so hot that he couldn't take it anymore, so he pulled the people around him with all his strength, trying to drag him to the couch.

In fact, this kind of strength can't pull a person, but at this moment, Wuyue seemed to be bewitched, he climbed up along with the strength, leaned down and touched his lips lightly.

Fu Heng tasted the sweetness, he hugged Wuyue's head, sucked his lips tightly, the tip of his tongue provocatively traced along the shape of his lips, Wuyue's body trembled, and he lost his mind the next moment , put his hands on his body, and slid all the way down to the tailbone.

Fu Heng hasn't realized the danger that his chrysanthemum is facing. He is very satisfied with the touch of the person on his body, but Taiping is too hard. He entangles with him unrestrainedly, until he is suddenly turned over, and there is a moment of clarity in his mind. Frowning and pouting, she complained: "...No, I... should be... Haha..."

His body was pierced suddenly, and he was stunned for a moment, feeling that something was wrong, but the friction on his body made him feel so comfortable that he couldn't remember what went wrong, so he could only softly beg for mercy: "...slow...slow down ..."

But what he got was an even more violent sprint from the person on his body, almost forcing him to disarm and surrender...

When Fu Heng woke up, he had already returned to Wuyue's room. Wuyue was sitting in front of him in a daze. When he saw that he woke up, he twisted his expression unnaturally, and then asked stiffly, "Is... better? "

"It was you who saved me?" Fu Heng sat up with his arms propped up. The medicine had already been applied to his body, but he was still sore and sore, and even the hard-to-speak place behind him was extremely uncomfortable.

Wuyue didn't dare to look into Fu Heng's eyes, his face was stiff, his eyes were fixed on the quilt, "...well."

Fu Heng didn't notice what was wrong with him, he asked again: "Did you see the woman who was with me last night?"

"..." Wuyue shook her head, she didn't know what she thought of, her expression was so weird that she blushed.

Fu Heng suddenly felt disappointed. Last night when he burnt his body and lost his mind, he clearly felt that there was a woman by his side. Could it be that all this was a dream?