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Very clear H (I carefully studied the version rules, and still chose the limit).

Sit on it and move by yourself.

Subject to "forced" attack. ??

The coldness is the sweet taste that he has secretly tasted countless times.

The light-colored lips were forcibly dyed with a bright color.

He pushed him down on the low couch, easily suppressed his insignificant struggle, and hooked his lips endlessly.

Sweeping the air out of his mouth over and over again.

until suffocation.

Xie Chenyan breathed out his true energy slowly, and let go of his lips.

While gently untying his belt, he said playfully, "Duplicity, I don't want to listen to you anymore."

His voice was unsteady, but he tried his best to make his voice sound as happy and sweet as he used to be coquettish and begging for mercy, as if it could cover up his confusion and uneasiness at this time.

He walked out of the fog, bumped head-on into a precariously hanging single log between the cliffs, and was about to rush straight to the end.

Xie Chenyan said in his heart, since his time is short and his life is like a white horse passing by, even if there is a dead end in front of him, even if Shen Menghan will be furious later, he will never turn back.

If he hadn't gotten it, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Shen Menghan held his hand with cold and slender fingers, trembling slightly.

His eyes speak, silently begging.

The light smoky color concealed the fierceness of the past.

Looking at him sadly.

The cold brows and eyes were dyed with a touch of glamorous color, the only blush on this person's body, that eyes broke Xie Chenyan's heart.

He clutched Shen Menghan's belt awkwardly, a little at a loss.

Even the movements of his hands stopped unknowingly, and he didn't dare to look directly into his eyes.

Can't go back.

His words are like a knife, and his actions are like a mountain.

He couldn't give him another chance.

Xie Chenyan was so entangled in that thought that he couldn't care about anything else.

The belt was very wide, pinching her slender waist, it almost broke when she grasped it.

Xie Chenyan made up his mind, kept fingers on, and covered his adoring gaze with his belt.

Holding his hands with one hand, she leaned forward and kissed him.

He knew he wanted it, and he couldn't be fooled by him anymore.

Xie Chenyan reluctantly let go of his lips and tongue, reached out and hugged him onto the bed, placing him between the warm brocade quilts.

The pale complexion is as snowy as jade in the dim light.

Shen Menghan felt the lingering of his gaze, and gave up struggling in self-defeating.

"You are so pretty." Xie Chenyan bluffed: "I can't help it."

Realizing that he was doomed, Shen Menghan gradually calmed down.

He clearly had a secret longing in his heart.

Xie Chenyan's tone was decisive, he had been with him for a long time, and put him on the tip of his heart, but he couldn't hear the trembling and tears that Xie Chenyan was holding back.

He couldn't bear it.

He thought of how he brought Xie Chenyan back to the Yin Pavilion in the early days, and he thought that he could give Xie Chenyan whatever he wanted.

Why don't you dare now.

If Xie Chenyan wants it, just give it to him.

He is used to being a superior person, ordering orders like a stream, and he is unwilling to be inferior to others, but this person is Xie Chenyan, so what does it matter?

His beloved teenager, wanted him.

Just thinking about it like this made Xiao feel a little unbearable desire.

There is essentially no difference between what he got and what Xie Chenyan got.

He thought willfully, why couldn't he give the last pleasure and indulgence?

He obviously wanted it too.

Xie Chenyan sensed his gradual relaxation of strength, and slowly loosened his fingers from his wrist, and slowly tightened them again.

To refuse also welcome.

I want to say more.

Shen Menghan suppressed the embarrassment and discomfort of being controlled and restrained, and slowly exhaled a foul breath.

then.

The most extreme tenderness in the world.

Slowly wrapped him.

Shen Menghan made a sharp move.

Xie Chenyan also fought with pain all over his body, and quietly let go of his wrist.

Shen Menghan spread his arms, and Xie Chenyan immediately rolled into his embrace.

The young man took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and whispered in his ear: "Do you want it or not, I guess you want it."

"Did I guess right?"

Shen Menghan choked up silently and said: Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan.

His little cigarette.

He is not willing.

How could he be willing.

Xie Chenyan complained softly: "It hurts so much."

Frank and honest Xie Chenyan.

Shen Menghan thought distressedly that he would never learn his enthusiasm and sincerity in his whole life.

Freedom was only for a moment, Xie Chenyan slowly adjusted, and then restrained him severely.

Ignoring his struggle and desire, the delicate young man was crying and trembling with pain, but still clamped him forcefully.

I don't know whether it was tears or sweat that wet Cunkuan's belt, but Xie Chenyan never untied his acupoints.

Xie Chenyan rose and fell on his body, panting softly, his teeth brushed against his ears from time to time, but he was reluctant to use force.

In the end, he only held his thin white earlobe, and slowly dyed it into pink, bright red, and sandalwood red.

Feel the damp heat rising from his cold body gradually.

Shen Menghan tried to push him down several times, but Xie Chenyan forced him down again regardless.

He seemed to be afraid that he would escape, so he only desperately twisted him tighter and deeper.

Shen Menghan was about to be driven crazy by his detailed torture.

But can't do anything.

Xie Chenyan sobbed softly in his ear, clinging to him tightly, leaving wet marks on his body.

Shen Menghan didn't know how this good fortune ended.

He was drowsy, and Xie Chenyan lost his true energy to him a few times in the middle.

Then he woke up for a moment, and heard the whistling wind in his ears.

He briefly realized that he was not in the pavilion, but only felt Xie Chenyan's breath, and then let himself fall into a dark and sweet dream.

Shen Menghan was awakened by the pain.

The mortal world drained all his vitality and made the poison of the old moonlight go deep into his bone marrow. Even if he got Shen Zhuo's antidote later, he still couldn't completely get rid of the residual poison on his body.

The pain was like a knife, cutting through every bone and flesh of him inch by inch.

He was weary of the pain, and he longed more to die than to live.

If he could speak at this moment, he couldn't help but beg Xie Chenyan to give him a good time.

Trapped in an inescapable cage, he expects his lover to exile him everywhere.

Xie Chenyan noticed that he was moaning silently, pressed his pulse door, and slowly injected a big, deep and deep inner breath.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Menghan finally recovered from the excruciating pain.

Xie Chenyan was gently wiping the cold sweat off his forehead.

He quietly withdrew his wrist.

Xie Chenyan did not stay.

He slept in a warm fox fur cloak, but he could feel the dead wood and weeds under Xie Chenyan's body.

The boy sat motionless by the side, not far or near him, neither acting like a baby nor explaining.

Shen Menghan felt sore in his heart, and wanted to reach out to wrap him in a warm cloak.

They were intimately intertwined just now, how could he be willing to be alone and feel lost and sentimental.

Unexpectedly, when he moved slightly, Xie Chenyan said coldly: "Don't move."

The boy's voice was hoarse: "Don't force me to tie you up."

Shen Menghan snapped her fingers.

He had never been so helpless, unable to speak, unable to move.

Yet I felt extremely at ease and peaceful.

He had never been so contented in his life.

He knew that he was protected, and he knew that the boy he loved deeply would rather hurt himself than him.

It doesn't matter if it hurts, he is willing to sink into it.

He was also certain that Xie Chenyan would not be willing to come close to him.

The wait was longer than he imagined.

The rain hit the dead branches and made a rustling sound.

The cave was dark and damp, and Xie Chenyan's work had warmed the weeds under them, and he stretched out his hand to gather the cloak around him.

Shen Menghan silently held his wrist.

Fingers intertwined.

Xie Chenyan's fingertips trembled slightly.

He couldn't bear it for a long time, so he rolled into his arms without hesitation. Shen Menghan happily welcomed the late man in his arms, and held him tightly in his arms.

Xie Chenyan was obedient for a moment, then went to untie his belt again.

Shen Menghan pinched his restless palm lightly, and let go helplessly.

Xie Chenyan murmured: "It's raining."

He almost forgot that he once loved rain and snow the most.

Thousands of miles covered with snow, the rain is like flowing gold.

The precious and rare water vapor in the desert is the most exciting moment in his childhood memory.

But now, he is most afraid of rain and snow.

When it rains, his beloved suffers more.

He hugged Shen Menghan sadly, buried his head in his chest, and listened quietly to his weak but firm heartbeat.

He murmured: "Shen Menghan, let's die together, shall we?"

Shen Menghan opened his mouth, but his lips trembled silently in the darkness.

At this moment, he suddenly longed to live.

There is still smoke in this world.

He is willing to endure all pain and suffering for him.

Xie Chenyan groped to get up, blocked his trembling lips, Shen Menghan opened his mouth slightly, and willingly welcomed this timid kiss.

But Xie Chenyan quickly let go of his lips and tongue, warm lips all the way down along his sharpened jaw, thin neck, and thin chest.

Shen Menghan stroked his hair impatiently.

That strand of restless hair drooped at some point, slipping softly over his fingers, itching all the way into his heart.

Then he was taken into a place he couldn't have imagined.

Shen Menghan suddenly grabbed Xie Chenyan's hair with force, trying to pull him up.

On the one hand, there is the crazy pleasure in the body, and on the other hand, the overwhelming pain in the heart.

Xie Chenyan said vaguely, "Let go."

He struggled with some strength, but Xie Chenyan almost failed to hold him down.

He spit it out with a bit of anger, and wrapped his hands tightly with a belt.

Shen Menghan was stunned.

He has never been so humiliated in his life, nor has he been so sexually imparted.

All he needed was a sticky kiss and he was satisfied.

But Xie Chenyan repeatedly tested the bottom line.

He thought that yesterday was already the limit of his heartache, but he didn't expect that there would be a moment that made him feel even more distressed.

Xie Chenyan leaned down and comforted him with his lips and tongue without any teacher.

When Shen Menghan was on the verge of collapse, Xie Chenyan suddenly let him go. He fumbled to untie his clothes, sat up hot, leaned over to kiss the moist corners of his eyes, and said angrily, "Why are you crying?"

Why is this person even more sad than him when he is clearly at a disadvantage.

The night is like a cover, and the frost and wind are tight.

The long winter is not over, the drizzle is dripping, and the winter in the south of the Yangtze River is bitterly cold.

Only their embrace is warm.

Lingering to death, wanton greed.

It seems that we can welcome the darkness of eternal life together without having to welcome the rising sun of tomorrow.