rose flower ban

Qi Yan was slightly startled, and looked at Zuo Yin.

"Mark me." Zuo Yin spoke again.

The firmness in the tone is undisguised, the hoarseness of the ending is getting stronger, and the starlight that will appear when looking at him is now covered by darkness.

Qi Yan narrowed his eyes, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

There was no emotional ups and downs in the voice.

Zuo Yin approached Qi Yan who was sitting on the throne, breathing heavily.

"of course I know."

Just to mark you.

Only then can he make up his mind to leave.

Aconitum has reached flowering period, and the night of the full moon is coming, so he has to go.

Qi Yan still didn't move.

Just looking at Zuo Yin.

Zuo Yin's lips moved, and he moved closer again.

There was a scent of roses floating in the air, Zuo Yin raised his nose and called out, "Master."

The voice was deep and powerful, with a bit of expectation in it.

......

The proud wolf king lowered his noble head.

The gesture looked reverently at the master who was recognized by him.

half an hour.

Qi Yan raised his eyelids, a slight smile overflowed from his eyes, his slightly curved brows and eyes were slightly soft, he pulled his lips and said: "This will hurt you."

A werewolf who is underage may not be able to bear the mark set by him as a blood prince.

Only when Zuo Yin became an adult.

Not only can it make a perfect mark, but it also has absolute benefits for the party who is a blood slave.

Hearing this, Zuo Yin paused.

He heard Qi Yan continue.

"Wait until you become an adult."

That way it won't hurt him.

......

Zuo Yin instinctively wanted to be warmed up at Qi Yan, and before he left, he asked Qi Yan to mark him before leaving.

For no reason, he wanted to catch Qi Yan's aura.

I want to be intimate with him.

I don't know why, but after hearing Qi Yan's explanation, this feeling became more urgent.

The tip of the ear was slowly dipped in a touch of crimson.

Zuo Yin looked at Qi Yan with a smile in his eyes, and moved his footsteps uncontrollably.

Go all the way to the distance from the throne.

Zuo Yin bent down in front of him.

***

"Owner."

Zuo Yin called softly.

"Master." Another voice.

"Owner......"

The deep and gentle voice came to Qi Yan's ears again and again.

It is tainted with a bit of lingering, seductive and intoxicating.

Qi Yan looked soft.

Sometimes he felt that Zuo Yin seemed to be younger than Yan.

Will act like a spoiled child even more.

Mingming was as indifferent as when we first met.

From the bottom of his heart, there is a kind of arrogant attitude, which cannot be underestimated by anyone.

"Tag me." Zuo Yin murmured at last.

......

It is Zuo Yin's mission to find the tribe and revive the werewolf clan.

cannot be violated.

Before that, he had his own selfishness.

Qi Yan was the most distinctive blood clan he had ever seen.

He is a prince of a family, with extraordinary dignity, but he treats people around him with pampering everywhere.

The prince's unique favor, whoever got it, would be willing to give it up so easily.

Zuo Yin will not.

Even want to have more.

and so.

He wants Qi Yan to mark him.

before he leaves.

·

Zuo Yin squatted in front of the throne.

She leaned forward slightly, her chin resting on Qi Yan's lap.

The last sentence seemed to have finally moved Qi Yan.

Qi Yan raised one hand on the armrest lightly, then put it down again.

It landed on Zuo Yin's forehead.

Get a tamed werewolf.

In the end, he reveals the most unknown side to his master.

"it is good."

Qi Yan answered with an indescribably soft voice mixed with it.

***

The process of marking the prince is lingering and long.

After receiving Qi Yan's response, Zuo Yin sat up.

The werewolf who is about to grow up is tall.

Casts a shadow when standing in front of him.

Qi Yan was enveloped under it.

For the first time, I felt the oppressive feeling brought by this werewolf whom he kept as a blood slave from the beginning to the end and took it with him everywhere.

Not very strong.

Warm and gentle package comes up.

With fawning...and a little wariness.

......

The distance between the two is extremely close.

Zuo Yin lowered his eyes.

Try to restrain the urge to enclose the territory in your body as much as possible.

The animal nature in his bones began to haunt him.

A strange emotion rose from the bottom of my heart.

"Owner."

Zuo Yin's voice had long been hoarse, and her Adam's apple shrugged.

"I'll sit down." Zuo Yin asked in a low voice with the tone of asking Qi Yan to agree.

I'll sit down.

You sit on my lap.

He didn't say that.

A burst of heat flowed from the heart to the brain, spreading everywhere.

Zuo Yin's ears, which were blushing unconsciously, were caught in Qi Yan's eyes.

Some laughs.

He didn't think too much about what he said.

Qi Yan gave him the greatest authority.

Take the throne that belongs to the Prince of the Clan of Death.

However, the moment Zuo Yin just sat up.

Qi Yan was directly pulled into his arms and sat on his lap.

......

Qi Yan looked down at Zuo Yin who looked up at him slightly.

The poses of the two are too ambiguous.

No one noticed.

Zuo Yin said with a serious and serious expression.

"It's easier to mark that way."

Qi Yan was noncommittal.

When he stretched his eyebrows, Zuo Yin's hands were tightly wrapped around his waist.

The slender and strong fingertips came up without any distance.

......

"It's time to start."

Said in a muffled voice, Zuo Yin turned his head sideways, and pulled the neckline with his other free hand, exposing his neck.

This is a move to hand over the initiative.

They are often the ones who are the most able to please and have a strong desire to control.

Qi Yan looked at him.

Ignoring the posture at this time, there was a hint of aggression in the eyes at the right time.

"it is good."

Qi Yan's voice was a little unclear.

Before marking, he reminded.

"If you can't bear it, stop it."

......

The sharp fangs that symbolize the identity of blood clan emerge from the lips.

A faint red light flashed across Qi Yan's black eyes.

As expected.

The cool lips are soft.

When the fangs pierced, severe pain hit.

Qi Yan's movements were extremely fast, and in just an instant, he began to inject strength.

Brand this blood slave who belongs exclusively to the blood prince.

Best gift to the Prince.

mark room.

The blood power emanating from Qi Yan's body fluctuated with Zuo Yin's familiar abilities.

The resonance in the depths of the soul bonded the two of them.

......

Zuo Yin tightened the hand around Qi Yan's waist.

The power of the prince's blood swept through his whole body.

Stimuli began to flush the brain continuously.

Zuo Yin clearly felt the whole marking process.

For a moment everything was forgotten.

Forget about the sting when the fangs bite down.

Even losing control of the body.

Zuo Yin didn't have the thought of struggling or resisting either.

Only after Qi Yan injected the power of blood again.

With a low smile, he said something in a hoarse voice.

"I can still bear it."

"More."

......

Time passed by minute by minute.

From time to time, there was a low growl in the hall.

I don't know how long.

Markup is done.

Qi Yan lowered her eyebrows slightly.

Just before he wanted to leave.

The hand on his waist hadn't left yet, but when he moved, he just tightened his strength.

Qi Yan looked at Zuo Yin.

Spots of light appeared in the latter's blue eyes, as bright as falling into a galaxy, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Looking at each other for a second, Zuo Yin couldn't help hugging him, resting his forehead on the side of his neck.

With a satisfied and sighing voice, he cherished it very much.

"I belong to you."

"Owner."