The God-sent Koi of Quick Transmigration

Xiao Xiao's hands were cold, with rough fingertips, sliding on the side of Bai Jinmo's face, making people feel itchy, and couldn't help but want to avoid it.

But in that limited position, where can you hide?

After Xiao Xiao touched Bai Jinmo's whole body, he took off the young man's clothes on the bed.

As for the cuffs and trouser legs whose hands and feet were fixed, Xiao Xiao also cut them into pieces one by one with sharp scissors without mercy.

Soon, the beauty lying on the bed revealed her white body, her abdominal muscles were faintly visible, and her long legs were slightly bent.

Under his body is the cloth that has been cut into pieces.

"Well……"

Bai Jinmo tried to struggle, but in vain.

Instead, the owl who was standing aside showed wild greed and obsession in his eyes.

"Your body is perfect."

Xiao Xiao's voice was the same as that night, cold and seldom containing emotion, every word was like the breath of a snake, inexplicably reminding people of the darkest place in life.

Of course, what this meant to Bai Jinmo was that it made him feel even more distressed about his lover in this world.

Qi Yu's original body, because of his blindness and gloomy personality, never exercised, and mostly stayed in the flower house, naturally there was no outline to speak of.

However, this situation has greatly changed five years after Bai Jinmo came here. A soft and lustrous halo appeared on the pale complexion, and thin muscles covered the bones. Although it is not particularly healthy, it is also Get rid of the word weak.

Xiao quietly looked at the young man lying on the bed.

His eyes licked every inch of his skin, watching the whiteness gradually turn into a light pink shimmer in the cool air and under his unbridled and evil eyes.

Then, Bai Jinmo felt the man beside him leave.

So, he opened his consciousness again.

He "saw" that the man walked towards the side table, on which was an unfamiliar black backpack, half of the contents seemed to have been removed, and it was somewhat collapsed.

He "saw" that the man seemed to be reaching out to take something out of the bag, and took out at least three or four items, but it was a pity that he was blocked by the tall figure of the other party, so he couldn't really see what it was.

Finally, the man turned around.

This time, Bai Jinmo clearly "saw" it.

A pink bottle containing an unknown liquid.

A light blue, candied haws-shaped object a few sizes smaller.

A red gold-edged ribbon.

A pair of small pink macaroons.

Then, the consciousness dissipated again.

A cold palm covered Bai Jinmo's eyebrows, stroking gently and gently.

This body was warm and smooth, and it was an irresistible tactile sensation within an inch, which made Xiao's movements more cautious, for fear of hurting the person on the bed.

Intermittent whimpers came and went.

The crystal sweat was soaked on the sheets under the human labor.

Xiao looked at the prey he was targeting, a frail young man whose world was in darkness.

I don't know why, when that idiot saw the owner of the flower house during the day, Xiao unexpectedly woke up under the sunlight.You must know that in the past, he and the idiot have always been a day and a night. They both know each other's existence, but they have never interfered with each other, and have lived in peace for many years.

Although he couldn't control the idiot's behavior, he could look greedily at the young man he was targeting through those eyes.

The boss who trims the flower branches in the flower house is weak and deceitful.

Against the background of those fresh flowers, the boss is like an elf born in the flowers, cold and quiet, standing proudly in the world, difficult to be approached and touched, but it can arouse the deepest desire and evil in the heart.

However, it may also be that as an owl, he is too dark, he wants to hold everything in his hands, break off the opponent's wings, and lock him firmly by his side.

Unlike that idiot who can stand next to the boss with a bright smile, enthusiastically hand over the bento he made by himself, and can release his enthusiasm openly...

And what about him?

I can only linger in the darkness, approaching quietly, touching silently, hiding that distorted thought deep in my heart, waiting for the day when it erupts completely.

The author has something to say: the second stimulus is in progress

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It is estimated that there will be only one update tomorrow, and my online class is gradually on the right track