[Quick Transmigration] There is always one for you

Murong Ziqi was sweating profusely, his eyes were closed tightly, and he was sleepy. In his dream, he felt as if he was in a magnificent sea, and he could only drift with the current, ups and downs with the waves.

Duan Ming once again vented his desire in the depths of Murong Ziqi's body, looking at the dim light outside the window, he finally let Murong go, pulled away from his body and left.

"Hmm..." Murong, who was sleeping, felt something leaking out of his body, frowned uncomfortably, and moaned.

Looking at Murong who was sleeping or in a coma, Duan Ming was silent for a while, turned around and went out, and after a while, someone carried a large bucket of warm water into the ear of the room.

After the visitor left, Duan Ming easily put Murong himself into the bathtub, and waited for him to freshen up, and at this time someone came in to change the sheets.

The young master doted on a married woman, and the young master raped Jiro overnight. The two news spread in the shortest possible time.

Because there is not a drop of blood on the sheet full of semen, and the amount of semen on the sheet is really amazing.

After Duan Ming washed Murong clean, he put back on the clothes he took off on the floor and put away in advance yesterday, then put on his coat and sent him back to the guest room.

Because of Murong Ziqi's high status, the guest room was very close to Duan Ming's courtyard, and the outside of the general's mansion was tight inside, so Duan Ming sent him back when no one found out.

The drunkenness of the day before caused Murong Zichen to have a headache the next day. The sun was high and he was covering his head. Compared with Duan Ming who had a good night and still got up early to exercise, and he was still sleeping soundly Murong Ziqi, he is already quite normal.

Murong Ziqi hasn't woken up until now. No one in the general's mansion thinks about him. He is regarded as a child. He is overwhelmed by alcohol and sleepy so he hasn't woken up. Moreover, the young master has already ordered not to disturb him, so Murong Ziqi Qi stayed in sleep until Murong Zichen had something to go back to the palace after lunch, and asked Duan Ming to tell Murong Ziqi not to rush back, if he wanted to play, he could go back tomorrow.

Murong Zichen knew about Murong Ziqi's drinking capacity, so he thought that Murong Ziqi was annoyed by being fined and confined recently, and wanted to go out to play, so he deliberately pretended to be drunk and didn't want to go home, and the general's mansion was very safe. Murong Ziqi can also calm down if Ming is with him. After all, Murong Ziqi, who is not afraid of anything, encounters Duan Ming in most of his states.

The elder brother didn't know that his younger brother had been eaten by his friend, and entrusted his younger brother to this guy who ate him up and left him alone. I really don't know if he would regret this decision in the future.

The sun was high and lunch was over, after Duan Ming sent Murong Zichen away, he pushed Murong Ziqi's room with a cup of vegetable porridge that had been simmering for a long time.

The porridge is made by adding polished rice to the chicken soup that has been simmered for several hours to skim off the oil. Before it comes out of the pot, seven or eight different kinds of shredded vegetables are added. The red, green and green are very beautiful. Increased appetite.

When I woke up in the morning, the doors of the rooms had all been opened for ventilation, only the room where Murong Ziqi was staying had the doors closed and the windows firmly covered by the curtains.

In the dark and stuffy room, Murong Ziqi slept soundly. He was in a mess because he turned over in a white underwear. The skin on his chest that concealed the hickey marks could not be covered up. When the door was opened, they all fell into Duan Ming's eyes.

Duan Ming didn't have the habit of covering his bed partner with hickey marks all over his body. He would only do things like kissing the body during foreplay.

The opening of the door didn't disturb Murong Ziqi's sleep. He was so tired. For the first time, he spent a whole night begging for mercy, mourning and weeping in every possible way. If he dies without repentance, who told him that he committed his own crimes and wanted to overthrow others.

The sun shines on the ground through the crack of the door, put the porridge on the table and open the window to let the sun shine into the room.

Murong Ziqi was lying on the bed stretched out, the moment he opened the window, the sun shone on his face, he frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

"Hmm... close the window, it's so dazzling."

Murong Ziqi covered his face and grabbed the quilt to cover himself, because he couldn't see who was coming under the backlight, and thought it was a servant.

Duan Ming ignored him, grabbed his quilt corner, brushed him once again and exposed him to the air again.

"Bastard!" Murong Ziqi struggled to get up and kick someone, but Duan Ming easily pushed him back on the bed.

"Can you still move?" Duan Ming saw that he was struggling quite vigorously, and pressed his right hand on his waist, "Then next time, you can do it a few more times."

How many times do you do it?Nima, my waist is about to break!

Hearing Duan Ming's words, Murong Ziqi finally knew who it was, and instead of calming down, he struggled more intensely.

"Bastard, bastard, bastard!" Murong Ziqi writhed all over and grabbed Duan Ming's hand and took a hard bite. It's no wonder that he is a young man with great energy, and his resilience is amazing.

"Heh," Duan Ming laughed, clamped Murong's chin with the other hand, opened his mouth that was biting him forcefully, then patted his buttocks, and gasped when he saw him clutching his buttocks He stared at himself fiercely, feeling very happy.

Wait... Pleasure?

It seems that when he was not paying attention, his emotions became stronger and more natural. Although people still have the impression of him being cold and paralyzed, it is not the kind of expression on his face that can make a smile in his heart But no joy at all.

Watching him let himself discover this point, Duan Ming decided not to fuss with him now.

Turned Murong Ziqi over, dragged him to sit up, and put a few cushions on his hips and waist under his pretendingly fierce but arrogant gaze.

"Okay, now that you're awake, let's eat something." Duan Ming brought a basin of clean water from behind the screen to wait for him to wash up, then wiped his face and body, and waited for him to feel comfortable before washing his body that was no longer hot. The porridge was served in a bowl.

During the process, the two of them didn't speak. One served and the other enjoyed the other's service as a matter of course. How could they not even have the right to enjoy this when they were eaten.

"Hey me." Murong Ziqi raised his chin high and commanded Duan Ming with a proud face.

Well, Xiao Shou who was accidentally eaten on the first day has the right to be arrogant, Duan Ming thought.

Carefully blew the porridge in the spoon to cool down, and then fed it to Ziqi spoon by spoon. Although Murong was still more comfortable, who made him know Murong so much...