Raise birds when the forest grows

Yuan Ya was sitting on the sofa, watching him quietly.

Resting his mind, Lin Wurong tried his best to smile amiably, and walked slowly to his side.

"Why don't you turn on the lights at home? Are you hungry? Let me make you something to eat."

Yuan Ya didn't speak, but still looked at him without blinking.

From the moment he turned on the light, Yuan Ya never took his eyes off him.

He moved, and his gaze followed suit.

He didn't move, and his eyes stopped there.

Lin Wurong didn't wait for an answer, but he was stared into the hair, and was about to find something to say so that he would stop looking at him strangely, when Yuan Ya suddenly spoke.

"Why do you like Feng Jian? What's so good about him?"

Lin Wurong was stunned, his mind went blank.

He never thought that Yuan Ya would ask this question directly.

However, what surprised him even more to the point of being at a loss was his first reaction.

What's wrong with me?

Why do you feel ashamed after hearing the question at first, and have a kind of timidity to escape?

When it was Lin Wurong's turn to say nothing, Yuan Ya smiled lightly.

This was the first time Lin Wurong saw Yuan Ya's smile.

A kind of sour and unbearable, bitter smile.

Yuan Ya didn't seem to know that she was smiling, and kept her expression for a long time, until Lin Wurong couldn't bear to look any more, and lowered his head slightly.

The moment he looked away, he heard Yuan Ya say a word in a tone full of pain and despair.

"I really don't have time, sorry!"

36 Yuan Ya's Thoughts

All the clothes on his body were violently torn to shreds and thrown on the ground.

The body was suppressed by the spell, and he couldn't make any resistance, and even the right to speak was deprived.

The lower body was folded up, almost touching the chest.

The two legs were opened to the maximum, and the shameful part was completely exposed to the air.

Lin Wurong was completely naked and trapped on the sofa, and Yuan Ya was fully clothed on top of him.

The stiff little Yuan Ya aimed at the chrysanthemum opening that was tightly closed due to nervousness and fear, and the transparent liquid flowing from the top rubbed against the creases on the mouth, giving off a faint gleam.

Lin Wurong can't speak, can't move, only his eyes can control himself.

From the panic at the beginning, the fear when he realized he couldn't resist, to the despair at the end, his eyes never left Yuan Ya's eyes.

Perhaps it should be said that it was Yuan Ya who was staring at him from beginning to end.

The arrow is on the string, as long as little Yuanya moves a little, he can break through the small opening and forcefully enter Lin Wurong's body.

But for some reason, the two have maintained this posture for a while.

Lin Wurong could even feel little Yuan Ya starting to soften, but Yuan Ya still didn't move.

A tear dripped uncontrollably from the reddish eye socket, hit the corner of Lin Wurong's lips, and seeped into his mouth, bitter and astringent.

"Don't like him. Even if you don't like me, don't like him anymore. He is an ungrateful villain. I believed in him so much before that I even blocked death for him. But what about him? When Master is the weakest Killed him. Obviously you are my owner, God destined us to fall in love, but he has been bullying you. I want to take revenge, but I can't do it, I can't do it... He cultivates more than me After more than 700 years, I can't do it anymore. He is the ancestor, and only the elders can judge him. Elder Shan is gone, Elder Quan is dying, and no one can help me. What should I do? What should I do? A Rong... ..."

The more Yuan Ya spoke, the more she choked up, until finally she was only breathing heavily.

These words have been held in his heart for too long, because he couldn't find someone to confide in, and the pain that he couldn't vent his nerves collapsed into a thin thread, which would break if he was not careful.

Originally, he thought that he still had time to improve his cultivation, but unexpectedly, something happened.

Elder Shan's death became the ultimate force to break this thin thread.

Although there was only one tear that flowed inadvertently, Lin Wurong saw the torrential rain in his eyes.

Now Yuan Ya's face is full of gloom, her whole body is drenched from inside to outside, just like the streets in those few days.

He couldn't believe and didn't want to believe what Yuan Ya said, but there was a kind of sympathetic sadness overflowing from his spiritual consciousness.

What is going on?

I was humiliated, shouldn't I hate him?

Why do you have the urge to comfort him?

Yuan Ya closed her eyes, bit her lips tightly, took a few breaths, and swallowed back the words she hadn't finished.

When I opened my eyes again, the previous pain and helplessness were all gone.

Instead, there was a heart-pounding determination.

Yuan Ya let go of Lin Wurong, helped him to lean on the sofa, and took out a thin quilt from the bedroom to cover his naked body tightly.

He knelt on one knee in front of the sofa, staring at him intently, with a serious expression that could engrave every hair and every inch of skin in his heart.

Lin Wurong couldn't speak, and was so anxious that his anger burst out.

He widened his eyes, wanting to remind Yuan Ya that his body was still imprisoned by magic.

But Yuan Ya seemed to have forgotten about it, and slowly approached Lin Wurong's face.

When he was about to kiss his upper lip, he paused and covered Lin Wurong's eyes with his hand.

With nothing in front of his eyes, Lin Wurong could only feel two cold and trembling lips imprinted on his lips.

The movement of the lips was very gentle, with strong pity and endless sadness, which gave him the illusion of being trapped in an illusion.

The lips quickly withdrew, but the palm still blocked the line of sight.

Yuan Ya's breathing slid to her ears, and a low, inaudible voice came in.

"Sorry! I really like you."

When the light reappeared in front of his eyes, Lin Wurong could only watch Yuan Ya leave home.

The body was still unable to move, the voice was still unable to come out, cold sweat broke out on Lin Wurong's forehead.

The brain tried again and again, desperately trying to command the uncontrollable body.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Wurong suddenly yelled and jumped up from the sofa.

The thin quilt quickly slid to the ground and piled up, becoming a stumbling block.

Lin Wurong took a quick step and was almost tripped.

He looked down and saw his white legs, and then he remembered that Yuan Ya had torn his original clothes.

So he rushed into the bedroom and found some clothes from the closet to put on.

When he passed the living room, he picked up his mobile phone from the ground, and before he could even close the door, he ran out desperately.

Running out of the gate of the community in one breath, Lin Wurong looked around on the street full of people coming and going.

There are people everywhere, but none of them are the one he wants.

He gambled in one direction and ran for three blocks, but he still couldn't find Yuan Ya.

Panting heavily, Lin Wurong took out his phone and wanted to call Yuan Ya.

But when he looked through the address book in his mobile phone, his heart immediately sank into the abyss, and he was so annoyed that he wanted to slap himself.

He doesn't have Yuan Ya's phone number.

Mingming has a unique relationship, and Mingming thinks he cares about the other party very much, but he didn't leave his only contact information.

There are so many people, where can I find them?

Lin Wurong subconsciously pressed Feng Jian's number, and the system prompt from the other end reminded him of the previous call.

So he looked for Yong Yan's name in the address book.

Pressing the dial button, Lin Wurong kept praying in his heart that Yongyan would answer immediately.

However, no god heard his plea.

Unwilling to give up, he dialed again.

Once, twice, three times...

When it was dialed for the fifth time, a heavenly voice finally came from the other end of the phone.

"Lin Wurong, good evening! Why do you want to call me?"

"Hi Yongyan, can you give me Yuan Ya's phone number? I can't get in touch with him."

"Ah? Don't you? Wait a minute!"

Yong Yan's unintentional words were like a steel needle, piercing Lin Wurong's heart.

The tip of the needle came out abruptly, and drops of blood dripped down.

After getting the number, Lin Wurong entered it and dialed it without even having time to thank him.

But no matter how many times he called, the phone never answered.

As a last resort, he had to find Yong Yan again.

After receiving two calls from Lin Wurong one night, Yong Yan sensed something was wrong.

When he heard about Yuan Ya's hostility towards Feng Jian, he was so angry that he cursed directly on the phone.

"Yuan Ya, that idiot, how could he believe such rumors! How could Feng Jian kill his master. Don't worry, I have a capable person on my side, I'll come to him. I'll let you know if there's any news."

"Okay, thank you!"

Although Yong Yan boasted about Haikou, Lin Wurong kept guarding his phone until the early morning of the next day, but he didn't wait for any news.

He was not in the mood to go to work at all, so he simply asked for leave and planned to find it by himself.

Even if it's just a chance, it's better than fidgeting at home.

After leaving the house for less than 10 minutes, I finally got a call from Yong Yan.

"Yuan Ya, he seems to have gone to the north."

37 The Dusty Past

After suffering all night, the body was already exhausted, and the spirit was even worse.

Hearing Yong Yan's words, Lin Wurong felt his heart jump up to his throat. After two chugs, his eyes turned black, and he almost fainted on the street.

He held the electric pole beside the road to breathe, and then said to Yong Yan impatiently: "He must have gone to seek revenge on Feng Jian. An elder in the Bifang clan passed away, and Feng Jian said he would send him back to the Holy Court. St. The court is in the snowy mountains in the north. Yong Yan, can you confirm his exact location?"

"Sorry. I can only find out the location. Yuan Ya probably expected to be tracked, and erased all the traces along the way. Where are you now? Can we meet? I always feel that there is something strange about this."

Lin Wurong thought for a while, sent his home address to Yong Yan, and walked back slowly by himself.

Soon after he arrived home, Yong Yan rushed over.

As soon as his butt touched the sofa, he asked Lin Wurong the ins and outs of the whole incident.

Except for the unspeakable parts, Lin Wurong told Yong Yan everything he could say.

There were several deep wrinkles between Yong Yan's brows, his teeth biting his pink lower lip, thinking for a long time.

"It's so strange! Listen to what you mean, Yuan Ya has been hostile to Feng Jian since she was born. But their master, the ancestor of the previous generation, died after Yuan Ya turned into an egg again. How could he know? And this matter is determined to have been caused by Feng Jian?"

"I don't know this, and I didn't have time to ask. Is it true that I can't find out Yuan Ya's detailed location? Or can I find out Feng Jian's location? Yuan Ya... What if they fight?"

Yong Yan shrugged and said helplessly: "Well, Yuan Ya can't find out, let alone Feng Jian. The Holy Court has a very powerful barrier. But it doesn't matter if they really fight. The current Yuan Ya is not Feng Jian's opponent at all. Feng Jian won't really kill him either. I want to see that idiot be taught a serious lesson, or he will die of stupidity sooner or later."

Hearing these words, Lin Wurong was suddenly embarrassed.

He could see that Yong Yan and Yuan Ya obviously had a good relationship, otherwise they wouldn't be so outspoken.

But he has absolutely no confidence in Yong Yan.

Yuan Ya's expression and behavior were obviously unusual when she left, and Yong Yan's words made him more worried.

If Yuan Ya wanted to go all out and Feng Jian didn't want to play hard, it is very likely that both sides would suffer.

No matter who the two of them were injured, it was something Lin Wurong didn't want to see, and even subconsciously refused to imagine it.

Yong Yan couldn't guess that Lin Wurong was so worried that he jumped up and down, and he was preoccupied with guessing about Yuan Ya.

Suddenly, he jumped up from the sofa, and cursed fiercely into the air: "Damn old thief, it's probably you who are playing tricks again!"

Lin Wurong was taken aback by him, he opened his mouth and looked at Yong Yan who was gnashing his teeth, with a bewildered expression.

From the corner of Yong Yan's eyes, he caught sight of Lin Wurong's expression, and realized that he was too excited. He quickly sat down and comforted him and said, "I'm sorry for scaring you. I just thought of a villain, and I was too angry to do this."

Lin Wurong nodded blankly, not knowing how to answer the conversation properly.

Yong Yan didn't feel embarrassed, put his hand on Lin Wurong's shoulder and said, "I probably guessed why that idiot Yuan Ya wronged Feng Jian. When their master passed away, it wasn't long before Feng Jian became the patriarch. An elder who had old worries with their master took the opportunity to become big and caused Feng Jian a lot of stumbling blocks. The old thief used the excuse that Feng Jian was cheated and caused Yuan Ya to become an egg again, and accused him of being too young and unreliable for his actions. All the unhatched Bi Fang eggs were snatched away and kept by themselves. I think it must have been at that time that the old thief tampered with Yuan Ya's eggs, which caused today's misunderstanding."

Lin Wurong roughly understood.

If it is true as Yong Yan said, wouldn't it show that Feng Jian is innocent?

And can the hatred in Yuan Ya's heart be completely resolved?

The more Lin Wurong thought about it, the more excited he became, and he accepted Yong Yan's conjecture all at once.

"Where is the old thief you mentioned now? Is there a way to verify the details?"

"Him? Cut!" Yong Yan sneered with a gloating expression, "He died more than 100 years ago. Before he died, he also asked to be buried in the Holy Court. Feng Jian was unwilling, and tried every means to find evidence of his mischief, so it was logical to withdraw. The old thief threatened Feng Jian before he was completely pissed off, saying that he left a big gift for Feng Jian. Thinking about it now, it should be referring to Yuan Ya."

Lin Wurong nodded, feeling more and more that this was the only reasonable explanation.

But what's the use of just knowing them?

This matter has to be known to Yuan Ya.

Lin Wurong told Yong Yan his thoughts, and Yong Yan said with sorrow that there is really no other way to find except for Feng Jian or Yuan Ya to come forward.

The two looked at each other, like two deflated balls, leaning on the sofa dejectedly.

Lin Wurong unconsciously recalled every word Yuan Ya said in his mind.

Suddenly noticed another puzzling thing.

After pondering for a moment, he asked Yong Yan: "From your previous analysis, it seems that you are very familiar with the Bifang clan?"

"It can be said that the ancestor of the previous generation is my uncle, so I still know a little about some things."

Yong Yan kept looking at Lin Wurong while he was speaking, and found it interesting that he hesitated to speak. He obviously wanted to know something but felt embarrassed to ask, so he said: "Although I don't know much, I can tell you everything. I want to Don't hesitate to ask anything."

Encouraged, the desire to solve the mystery became more and more painful like ants gnawed at the heart.

After 3 minutes of silence, Lin Wurong finally couldn't help asking: "Yuan Ya said, God destined me to fall in love with him, what exactly does it mean?"

"Oh, you're asking this." Yong Yan replied disapprovingly, "It's a bit of a long story, let me explain to you why Bi Fang has an owner."

Hearing this question, Lin Wurong blushed slightly, lowered his head and said softly, "No need, Feng Jian has already told me."

Lin Wurong thought this was normal, but Yong Yan's face turned surprised when he heard it, and his tone of voice became weird.

"What Feng Jian said? But why did he tell you this?"

Lin Wurong was taken aback by his question, and replied naturally: "He told me the truth and let me choose whether to continue to be Yuan Ya's owner."

"Hey! Hey!"

Yong Yan sighed twice, with an unbelievable tone, and at the same time looked at Lin Wurong from top to bottom several times as if he was looking at a monster, and suddenly his face froze, his eyes widened, and he held Lin Wurong's hand Shoulder anxiously asked: "You can't be, like Feng Jian, right?"

This time Lin Wurong was completely dumbfounded by the question.

Why do both of them care about the relationship between him and Feng Jian?

The two don't hurt the sky, don't hurt the reason, who do you want to get in the way of?

38 What should come will always come

Lin Wurong's silence was regarded by Yong Yan as tacit consent.

He nodded suddenly, "Oh, no wonder Yuan Ya had such a reaction that day... Forget it, let's talk about the problem first. The owner used his own aura to help Bi Fang's eggs hatch, and the aura Bi Fang received when he was not formed was stored in his body. Turned into flesh and blood, they will stay together for a lifetime, so it is easy to fall in love with the owner after it comes out. The Bifang people believe in the so-called destiny, and the only criterion for choosing a owner is to see if their natal chart matches Bi Fang's. In other words In other words, only those who are destined to be together can be together. Hey, don’t believe it! Many owners in history did fall in love with their hatched Bi Fang. That’s exactly what Yuan Ya’s words meant.”

The more Lin Wurong listened, the more confused he became.

After meeting Feng Jian, he began to gradually believe in the theory of fate.

If it was true what Yong Yan said, shouldn't he like Yuan Ya?

But he and Yuan Ya should just be...friends?

They should be friends!

Thinking of this question, he felt a little dazed, his thoughts were numb and confused, and his head ached.

But one thing he can be 100% sure of is that it is impossible to let go of his feelings for Feng Jian.

Yong Yan noticed that Lin Wurong's expression was very painful, and he didn't dare to say some words.

"Why is your face so ugly, is there something uncomfortable?"

While speaking, Yong Yan put three fingers on Lin Wurong's wrist.

"The pulse is very chaotic. The liver qi is stagnant, and the spleen and kidney are a little weak. Did you not sleep yesterday?"

"I'm fine, just go to bed early at night." Lin Wurong silently withdrew his hand.

Yong Yan guessed how much he was thinking, so he couldn't help but sighed and said: "Don't pay too much attention to Yuan Ya's words. Not every owner will like the Bi Fang that he hatched. Who you like is your freedom. Besides. , you and Feng Jian can also be regarded as saying that if you really want to say that your fate is compatible."

Hearing the last sentence, Lin Wurong suddenly raised his head and looked at Yong Yan intently.

"What do you mean by that?"

Dumbfounded by Lin Wurong's question, Yong Yan immediately realized that he might have said something wrong.

He wanted to find an excuse to pass the test, but he saw Lin Wurong's expression full of expectation, as if a person falling from a cliff grabbed the only branch protruding from a crack in the rock, it was so pitiful that he also Feeling very uncomfortable, he said frankly: "More than 900 years ago, Feng Jian and Yuan Ya hatched from the same egg, and they had exactly the same natal chart. In your human terms, they are twin brothers. Since you and Yuan Ya Fate coincides, so it is the same with Feng Jian."

After Yong Yan revealed this secret, the room was quiet for a long time.

He watched Lin Wurong's complexion change from worry to joy, with red and white overlapping, and he was really worried that something would happen to him because of too much stimulation.

At that time, being "chased and killed" by two Bi Fangs at the same time would be too much for him.

Suppressing the mixed emotions, Lin Wurong clenched his fists, took a few deep breaths, and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, thank you. This will make me feel at ease."

Yong Yan tolerated his natural gossip personality, and didn't dare to ask him why he was in so much pain before, but forced a smile and said, "You're welcome, you should."

After Yong Yan left, Lin Wurong collapsed on the bed.

He didn't give up and continued to call Yuan Ya, but what he got in return was always a dull and monotonous ringtone.

Until the evening, when I called again, I found that the other party's mobile phone was turned off.

He jumped up subconsciously, thinking that something happened to Yuan Ya, and then he remembered that the situation seemed familiar.

It must be out of power to shut down, it must be.

Lin Wurong comforted himself, tried not to think about any negative possibilities, and lay down on the bed anxiously.

Seven days later, while Lin Wurong was working in the laboratory, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest and broke out in a cold sweat.

He supported the table with all his strength, so he didn't squat down on the ground all at once.

After slowing down, he immediately took out his mobile phone.

"Yongyan, I think something must have happened to Feng Jian and the others. Can I trouble you to check their whereabouts again? Please!"

Yong Yan fully agreed, saying that he would contact him if he had any news.

Lin Wurong sat alone in the laboratory, waiting anxiously.

The weird reaction only appeared for a second, but he felt that it was 100% related to the two Bi Fangs.

I just don't know who it should be?

Looking at the hands of the wall clock on the wall jumping forward second by second, Lin Wurong deeply realized what it means to live like a year.

Compared with the current torment, the restlessness of sleeping and eating in the past few days is nothing at all.

A rush of bells disturbed Lin Wurong's thoughts.

He thought it was Yong Yan's call, but he didn't expect to see Feng Jian on the screen.

He hurriedly pressed the answer button, and he heard the long-lost voice. At that moment, Lin Wurong felt as if he had fallen into a dream.

"Ah Rong, Yong Yan contacted me just now, and I know everything. Don't worry, I still have some things to deal with, and I can't go back immediately, but I promise to come back as soon as possible. Don't think too much, remember Eat well and sleep well. Yong Yan said that your health is not very good, don't fall ill, you understand?"

"Okay, okay, I promise you. Take care, too, and come back early!" Lin Wurong didn't notice the choking in his tone, and kept nodding his head as he spoke, as if doing so would reassure Feng Jian completely.

Feng Jian sighed softly on the phone, and said softly: "Yuan Ya...is injured. I asked Yong Yan to treat him, we can't go to the hospital...A Rong, are you listening? A Rong !"

When he heard that it was Yuan Ya who was injured, Lin Wurong was stunned.

It was as if a huge bomb had exploded in my mind, and the building was in a mess.

The dust flying all over the sky gradually fell, dyeing the original colorful world into black gray, revealing endless lifelessness.

Lin Wurong didn't know how he ended the call with Feng Jian, he couldn't remember what Feng Jian said later.

As long as he thought that his feelings were due to Yuan Ya, he would tremble uncontrollably and refuse to accept this fact.

Even at a certain moment, he complained why it was not Feng Jian who was injured.

But in the next second, he slapped himself, pulling his hair in remorse...

Three days later, Feng Jian finally returned home.

As soon as he entered, he was hugged tightly by Lin Wurong.

Feng Jian gently stroked his trembling back, and said regretfully, "Why did you lose a lot of weight? You promised to take good care of yourself, but you broke your promise."

Lin Wurong raised his gaze, looked desperately at Feng Jian's face, and said anxiously, "Yes, I broke my promise. I'm so stupid, I completely forgot how to take care of myself, and you will take care of me from now on, okay?" ? Feng Jian, don't go out anymore, stay by my side all the time, okay?"

Feng Jian smiled softly, put the tips of their noses together and said, "I didn't expect you to act like a baby. It seems that I have really been away for too long. Okay, I promise you, I will always stay by your side!"

With assurance, the always tense nerves finally relaxed.

Lin Wurong buried his head in his chest and called out "Feng Jian, Feng Jian..." to make sure that he really came back.

Every time he called, Feng Jian would answer.

Every response turned into a trace of sweetness, soaking his heart until the whole heart was wrapped up!

39 Feng Jian's Injury

Lin Wurong went upstairs with Feng Jian.

He has cleaned up the house, and there is no trace of mess.

The weather is a bit dull today, the rain has not fallen all day.

Feng Jian took a short-sleeved T-shirt from the bedroom closet and changed into it, and came out to talk to Lin Wurong.

Lin Wurong went into the kitchen to boil water, and returned to the living room almost at the same time as Feng Jian.

After taking two steps, he froze in place, his eyes fixed on Feng Jian's left arm.

Feng Jian's left forearm near the elbow was wrapped with a circle of white gauze, the gauze was not too thick, and there was a faint tinge of red.

Seeing Feng Jian's injuries, Lin Wurong's face flushed with excitement, his lips quivered, "It's really you, it's you..."

Feng Jian was so frightened that he hurriedly stepped forward and put his arms around his waist, and said softly, "A Rong, A Rong, it's just a minor injury, and it will be fine in two days. Relax, A Rong, I'm really fine. If you don't believe me, look."

As he spoke, he waved his arms.

As soon as he moved, he was held down by Lin Wurong.

Lin Wurong couldn't calm down at all. He supported his shoulder with one hand and touched the surface of the gauze with the other. After taking a few deep breaths, he asked, "Why didn't you tell me that you were injured too? Do you know that I..."

Lin Wurong suddenly stopped, and swallowed back the words rolling on the tip of his tongue.

"I don't say it because I'm afraid you will think wildly." Feng Jian felt helpless and sorry. If he knew that he would be so excited that he would be uncontrollable when he suddenly found out, it would be better to tell him earlier so that he could slowly digest the matter.

Lin Wurong nodded, the flush on his face slowly faded.

"Anyway, rest more if you're injured. Besides, you've been traveling for a long time. I'll cook at night."

Feng Jian stroked his slightly thin cheeks, and said disapprovingly: "Don't do it, it's tiring. The black circles under your eyes are about to catch up with giant pandas. Order takeaway. I'll take a shower first, I want to You decide what to eat."

"Well, then you remember to wrap up the wound, it will be inflamed if it touches water."

Feng Jian smiled, kissed his lips twice, then turned and went into the bathroom.

Lin Wurong got rid of those messy thoughts from his mind, changed his mood and looked for dinner.

The two finished packing early and lay down on the bed together.

After being separated for so long, the two became passionate after kissing for a while.

Feng Jian worked hard to swallow Xiao Xiaolin, licking his lips and tongue up and down in exchange for Lin Wurong's panting sounds of different depths.

Xiao Xiaolin, who hadn't been caressed for a long time, was sensitive and excited, but after being teased two or three times, he surrendered.

The spurted semen was thick and abundant, Feng Jian didn't mind, and swallowed it with a smile.

There are stars sticking to the corners of the mouth, the picture is obscene and seductive, attracting Lin Wurong to lean forward and kiss passionately.

After lubricating, Lin Wurong's body was completely relaxed, and a light pink of emotion floated on his face.

The normally constricted asshole is covered with a water-based lubricant, which is wet and soft, full of enthusiasm, and makes people daydream.

Seeing that everything was ready, Feng Jian touched the drawer, but his expression froze.

"It seems that there is no cover."

He looked at Lin Wurong in embarrassment, then at Xiao Feng Jian who was ready to go, and smiled wryly.

Too many things happened recently, and both of them forgot to refill their ammunition.

Lin Wurong frowned slightly, and said softly, "It's okay, just come in like this. I miss you."

Feng Jian's eyes trembled, and he folded his waist.

Fearing that it would not be slippery enough, Xiao Feng Jian pushed forward very slowly.

This was the first time the two of them didn't use condoms, and it really felt completely different from having a diaphragm.

The more intense friction made Lin Wurong straighten his waist, and the untouched flesh wall gave birth to a wave of desire.

"Hurry up."

Lin Wurong couldn't help urging, all he wanted was to be completely occupied by Feng Jian.

Finally, Xiao Feng Jian's whole body was buried in it.

The wall of flesh that surged from all around wrapped it tightly, and it was so hot and tight that Feng Jian couldn't help sighing.

Xiao Feng Jian twitched fast and slow, the folds in the chrysanthemum were rolled back and forth, and the pleasure of ups and downs became higher and higher.

When gliding through the familiar area of ​​both of them, the soft panting suddenly changed its tone.

The raised groan was like a war drum, arousing Feng Jian's subconscious desire to conquer, turning the original three shallow and one deep into a continuous onslaught.

The chrysanthemum path quickly piled up with soreness, numbness and fullness. Lin Wu couldn't bear too much stimulation, so he couldn't help but begged for mercy.

"Feng Jian... Feng Jian... Take it easy... don't push..."

Feng Jian knows this body too well, and Ju Dao obviously likes his top rushing very much. He is so happy that he even spit out some intestinal juice, which is more convenient for Xiao Feng Jian to come in and out, so he doesn't take his begging for mercy to heart at all, and even uses Xiao Feng Jian to force him Twist the top of the head firmly against the sensitive area.

"Aha... ah... woo woo woo..."

Lin Wurong almost lost his soul under his pressure, his fingers holding the pillow turned white.

The groan that was too late to come out was held in his chest, so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.

If Feng Jian didn't stop intermittently to replenish some lubricant, he would almost pass out.

The sound of splashing water was endless, and finally after a vigorous and violent collision, Lin Wurong reached the climax again.

Ju Dao trembled crazily, his legs shook violently, and Feng Jian's face could no longer be seen clearly with his loose eyesight.

Perhaps because the fiery parts were completely attached, Xiao Feng Jian was pushed to the extreme by this climax.

Feng Jian didn't have time to pull away, and shot all the semen into Lin Wurong's body.

It was the first time for Ju Dao to bear the impact of bodily fluids, and he pumped even more crazily.

Lin Wurong raised his neck and straightened his waist, his throat gurgled twice, his whole body convulsed.

Ten seconds later, the weak body fell back on the bed, and the twitching in the chrysanthemum path still did not end.

After he managed to catch his breath, Feng Jian slowly backed out.

He moved to the head of the bed, put his hands on Lin Wurong's shoulders, and looked at Lin Wurong, who was blushing, with a smile on his face.

"Comfortable?"

Lin Wurong didn't have the energy to speak, so he hummed inaudibly, with a touch of lust in his tone.

Feng Jian laughed even more, lowered his head and kissed away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, then slid to his crimson lips, sucking gently and comfortingly.

After parting again, a thin line of water was drawn between the lips of the two.

Feng Jian licked his lips and said, "Turn around, I'll help you get it out."

Of course Lin Wurong knew what he was referring to, turned over in embarrassment, and lifted his still limp buttocks.

Feng Jian reached in and dug with two fingers, and the taste of the chrysanthemum was lingering on him.

Lin Wurong's ears were flushed, and he pressed his face into the pillow, for fear of leaking his emotional voice.

Fortunately, Feng Jian retreated a little before ejaculating, and the semen was not too deep.

After most of them were cleaned up, Feng Jian stopped moving.

He heard a few suppressed panting, and Xiao Xiaolin also tended to raise his head.

With his physical strength, it is no problem to do it again, but he is afraid that Lin Wurong will be tired.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to fill up the bath water."

Feng Jian kissed Lin Wurong's forehead and hurried into the bathroom.

After finishing the preparations, he hugged Lin Wurong in like the first time.

The two hugged each other tightly and soaked in the bathtub. Lin Wurong was urged by the temperature of the water, and almost fell asleep in a drowsy state.

In a daze, he heard Feng Jian say a name, and he suddenly woke up.

"Yuan Ya said that he did a lot of things wrong, so he won't go home for the time being."

40 Lin Wurong's Resistance

Feng Jian didn't need to look, he knew that Lin Wurong was raising his head slightly, looking at him silently.

So he tightened his arms, bringing the two of them closer together, warming him and himself at the same time.

"Before I came back, I talked with Yong Yan. I know that you know something about the past, so I think I should explain to you. I didn't kill Master. Yuan Ya was designed by someone. The man behind the scenes is the one Yong Yan mentioned to you Elder. Now that Yuan Ya understands the truth, the misunderstanding between us has been resolved. But before the truth came out, we had a fight, so he was injured. Fortunately, it was not serious. He didn't want to come back, so he stayed in Yongyan for the convenience of healing. home. If...you want to see him, I can take you there. Want to go?"

"Do not want to."

Feng Jian was surprised by Lin Wurong's answer, and couldn't help lowering his eyes to look at him.

At this time, Lin Wurong no longer raised his head, so Feng Jian only saw the top of his head.

"I thought you'd want to go."

"I don't want to." Lin Wurong repeated again, his tone seemed to be a little more determined, with some inexplicable emotions.

Feng Jian thought he was angry, so he hurriedly said, "Forget it."

The room became quiet, only the slight sound of massage water waves.

Lin Wurong put his ear to Feng Jian's chest, listening to his heart beating powerfully.

After a while, the sound of the heartbeat turned into a lullaby, which made him drowsy.

In a daze of consciousness, he muttered inarticulately.

"Feng Jian!"

"Ok?"

"……I'm tired."

"Then you go to sleep, I will carry you to bed in a while."

"Ok!"

"Feng Jian!"

"Ok?"

"I love you!"

"Yeah! I love you too!"

"do not leave me!"

"Okay, don't leave!"

"Feng Jian..."

"Go to sleep!"

It was already the next morning when Lin Wurong woke up again.

The sunshine in the room made him feel extremely happy.

He vaguely remembered the few words of love that Feng Jian said before he fell asleep, but he couldn't remember some details.

Lin Wurong wanted to ask clearly, but felt embarrassed.

Without the atmosphere at that time, some words would make him blush just thinking about them.

After washing up in the bathroom, the food on the table attracted Lin Wurong's attention more than the person sitting at the table reading a book.

Feng Jian put down the book in his hand and quietly watched him gobble up his breakfast. He couldn't help laughing, but at the same time his heart was full.

So be it!

Feng Jian thought to himself.

All decisions are in A Rong's hands.

As long as he can feel 100% happiness, no matter what the ending is, it is a Happy Ending.

From that day on, the relationship between the two returned to the familiar and favorite mode of getting along with Lin Wurong. It seemed that there had never been a third person in this room.

There will always be someone waiting for him when he goes to work, after get off work, and when he returns home;

Warm and sweet, as if time has stopped because of this.

Morning