When the storm took the script

"No..." An Jiu's forehead touched the ground, and a dull voice came: "The master is very kind to his subordinates, no one in this world has ever been so kind to his subordinates..."

"The subordinates like it very much..." Thinking of all the things the master had treated him in the past, An Jiu's ears gradually warmed up, and he said in a low voice, "I never felt humiliated."

Didn't feel it... or didn't dare?

Thinking about it now, it seems that An Jiu never said what he likes, as long as it is given to him, he accepts it all, and he said he likes it when it hurts, even when he touched him last time, he trembled with fear, His face turned pale and he obediently let him do it. Does he think that this is what his subordinates should do even if he died on the bed?

Wen Jingxing tried his best to hold back the hand that helped him, his heart trembled with anger, the love he always thought was just wishful thinking, and he was the only one who indulged in this love, with a sixteen or seventeen-year-old Mao Like the first boy, he thinks about how to treat him well every day, and plans their future.

And what about the other person in the plan?

He wished that he would get married early and his children and grandchildren would enjoy family happiness, so that he could find a chance to get away quickly. The love he thought might not be salvation for An Jiu, but just another torture.

Maybe An Jiu is a straight man.

Ah.

Wen Jingxing had a bad temper, but he just gave all his tenderness to the person in front of him.

Don't you want to be a male pet, a prostitute?

Wen Jingxing felt that he was probably driven mad by Dark Nine.

He lifted the quilt and sat on the edge of the bed, intentionally humiliated him, raised his foot and raised his chin: "As a prostitute, the nanny should have taught you before the wedding, right?"

The chin was forced to lift up, and the master's eyes were cold like An Jiu had never seen before, and there was no trace of affection. At that moment, An Jiu felt as if he had suddenly lost something very important.

It was so important that his heart hurt as if it had been gouged out.

In order to prevent himself from doing something disqualified, An Jiu couldn't help but clenched the corner of his clothes, lowered his head and repeated in embarrassment:

"The mother said that the servant's body is dirty and needs to be soaked with water before going to bed... After washing, use a jade plug to cover..., not to go to bed, and cover the face and other parts during the whole process, so as not to disturb the master's interest..."

An Jiu was in embarrassment and pain, his lowered lips almost touched Wen Jingxing's instep, and the hot breath from his words inadvertently touched his heart again.

His voice was so low that Wen Jingxing could only hear a few indistinct words such as "potion", "washing" and "master", but it was enough for him to guess what the sentence meant something happened.

His toes curled up slightly, Wen Jingxing couldn't bear his unpromising look, put his feet down, and pinched his chin with his fingers instead, crossed his legs, remained silent for a while, and suddenly asked: "What you said just now, do you like it?"

Owner……

His lips moved slightly, chewing these two words in his mouth, but he couldn't utter them.

If he hadn't met his master before, he would only think it was nothing. Since he was a slave, his body naturally belonged to his master. What's more, he was born with a body of yin and yang, neither male nor female. Sin, one shouldn't expect to climb into the master's bed at all, to get the favor of the master, but should be responsible, obediently be the utensil for the master to vent, and shouldn't think too much.

He has become numb after hearing this kind of talk too much, how could he like it...

But the master is different. He said that doing such intimate things with the person he likes is not humiliation, pain, or punishment, but something that can make each other happy.

An Jiu didn't dare to be discovered by his master that he was thinking about having sex with him, so he said softly, "I like it."

Wen Jingxing was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud: "... like it?"

An Jiu in front of him was restless and at a loss, his hands clutching the corners of his clothes in embarrassment.

This sentence of liking came out of his mouth, which undoubtedly turned the "like" that Wen Jingxing bestowed on him before into a joke.

He lowered his eyes, as if he was tired of the person in front of him, let go of his hand, and said softly: "This face is indeed very good, I don't know if I can bear it."

An Jiu froze for a moment.

Wen Jingxing ordered him: "Didn't Mother Xi teach you everything? Don't you like it too? Then show me, it doesn't need to be so troublesome, take off your clothes, use your fingers to prepare yourself, and be serious if you don't want pain." .”

An Jiu stared at him blankly, as if she didn't know what Wen Jingxing was talking about for a while, and then lowered her head when she saw his impatient eyes.

In the past, he would do whatever the master said, because he knew that the master just liked to bully him a little, and he would never force him to do things he didn't want to do.

but now……

Anjiu's heart was sore, he grabbed his collar with his hands, bowed his head and held back his words, he didn't dare to look at his master, for fear that he would find out that he had been pampered and arrogant by his foster parents in just over a month, and he would Feel wronged and uncomfortable.

Even if An Jiu got up and resigned now, his master would not punish him, but... maybe if he missed this opportunity, he would never have the chance to be by his master's side again.

The master doesn't need someone who annoys him everywhere, is undisciplined, and tries to... possess him.

An Jiu's hands trembled slightly, he took off his inner garment, folded it neatly on one side, with his hands in front of him, knelt down and moved to Wen Jingxing's side, and rubbed his palm with his flattering face.

Wen Jingxing's palm was icy cold, and for a moment he wanted to pull this man into the quilt, rub him and pinch him, vent all his anger on him, calm down, and fell asleep, the next day I forgot everything.

But no.

This time it was Yan Qinghuan, if Mrs. Hou told him next time that it was against the law for a man to fall in love with a man, would he have to push himself to outsiders again, in order to let his master go on the right path and run away without a trace?

If it happened again, a serious illness would be worse than death.

Wen Jingxing raised his head irritably, his eyes were just facing An Jiu's scarred chest, obviously there was nothing, but Wen Jingxing felt that he heard a piercing ringtone.

An Jiu's hands were shaking.

The body is also shaking.

It was exactly the same as when he saw him for the first time when he just traveled back that night, he obviously didn't like it but he obeyed.

Wen Jingxing's heart softened, he couldn't be cruel to An Jiu at first, but when his anger was overwhelmed, he became the same person who humiliated him back then.

He likes Anjiu, maybe the first time it was just because of sympathy, the lonely days on the battlefield have been too long, and he wanted to find someone to accompany him, but after that he really put his heart on this person, even after Yan Qinghuan came to him At that time, it was already planned that "Second Lady Wen" would die of a vicious disease, and that An Jiu would marry An Jiu back home.

But now.

An Jiu doesn't understand love at all, his body is greedy for pleasure because of drugs, and his emotions are always forbearing because of momentary gratitude. All he has is gratitude, only obedience, and he just wants to return a hundred times the kindness he has received from others.

Wen Jingxing looked at him silently, for a servant, no one did better than An Jiu, even if he was treated like that by the original owner, he still endured it until a year later before killing the owner.

But he doesn't need a servant, he needs a lover who can be jealous, angry, flesh and blood, and can be with him for a lifetime.

Black Nine is not.

At least he isn't right now.

Wen Jingxing's heart suddenly calmed down, he threw the underwear that An Jiu had taken off on him, and said lightly: "I'm sleepy, let's go out."

Anjiu was stunned, his originally pale face became a little paler, he suddenly gained a lot of strength, threw the clothes away, forgetting that he might bump into his master in a different place, he grabbed the corner of his clothes in a hurry, begging shaking his head.

"Do not……"

"Anjiu, it was because I was in a bad mood that I treated you like this, you don't have to take it to heart." Wen Jingxing picked up the clothes from the ground and put them back on for him, "You don't have to come tomorrow, I will make it clear to my mother, If you still want to go back—"

"Do not."

This time, An Jiu interrupted him without even finishing Wen Jing's jargon.

Wen Jingxing didn't feel violated at all, he was even a little surprised and delighted, but it was only a momentary event. He was tired tonight, and he just wanted to sleep well, and he didn't want to break up the relationship between the two of them. These things.

But unexpectedly the belt was grabbed by someone, An Jiu lowered his head, untied Wen Jingxing's clothes with trembling hands, and said stubbornly and obstinately: "It's not An Jiu, it's Jiu'an, Wen Jiu'an."

"Is it just because of the name? If you like me, you won't take it back, or you will treat me as a bad person and give you a name with good intentions, but you don't have to go so far—"

Wen Jingxing stretched out his hand to raise his head, and told him that he didn't have to do it if he didn't like it. I'm not the original owner who takes pleasure in torturing people, but I'm completely stuck because of his next move...

In the end, he put his hand heavily on the top of his hair, interspersed his five fingers between his hair, and couldn't help but curled up and grabbed his scalp, but it caused the man's body to convulse slightly and bit him even more painfully.

Wen Jingxing pulled An Jiu up, told him to spit out and then rinsed his mouth.

Throughout the whole process, Anjiu sat obediently, her drooping eyes remained motionless, if her face hadn't blushed to the tips of her ears, Wen Jingxing really thought she was playing with a higher-end doll.

After cleaning up, An Jiu's body was much more honest than himself.

That's right, Wen Jingxing is now almost like a frightened bird, convicting him in a self-defeating manner, heh, he is just greedy for his master's body.

Wen Jingxing put his clothes on, picked him up and put him on the bed again, a little afraid that this incident would have a psychological shadow on him, and also felt that the taste was not good, so he took a smaller preserved fruit from the plate.

"Open your mouth."

An Jiu's energy hadn't passed yet, she opened her mouth slightly with a blushing face, Wen Jingxing stuffed the candied fruit in, pressed his tongue with his finger and stirred it twice intentionally, so that no one dared to raise his head before he took out his fingers to clean his hands .

"Uncomfortable?"

When Wen Jingxing saw that he couldn't help curling his body with his back turned to him, he knew that he wanted it, but he insisted on something inexplicable. It was like this before, no matter how coaxed he was, he just wouldn't let him touch the front.

An Jiu subconsciously said no, and heard Jing Xing sneer, with a cold tone: "Why, want to say it's okay again? Are you uncomfortable? I'm blind and I can't see it. I was too used to you before, and kicked you when the fuck was talking. Get out of bed and cool down by yourself."

After all, his hand had already untied the already loose knot and placed it around his waist.

"..."

Anjiu let him touch it obediently at first, until his hand... Finally opened Wen Jingxing's hand in a panic, covered in cold sweat, he knew it was the master, but no matter how many times he told himself in his heart, But he still couldn't help struggling and trembling, and all the little reaction he had had was gone.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

No matter how stupid Wen Jingxing was, he knew that his body resisted his touch because of the previous shadow. In the past, even if he teased him, he always proceeded step by step. Touching other places that made him comfortable, as long as he resisted, It will be transferred immediately, but today, some brains are really out of control.

Wen Jingxing was a little guilty, and comforted him: "I was wrong just now, and I won't touch you again without your permission."

An Jiu still covered his face, and when he heard him say this, although he was afraid, he tried, leaning against his back to curry favor, and whispered: "I'm not afraid... I'm not afraid if it's you."

"I'm not afraid of your size." Wen Jingxing's hands were really itchy, and now he wanted to take a hammer and knock a hole in An Jiu's head, pour out all the feudal poisonous oil inside, and see if he can communicate with him normally afterward.

Wen Jingxing didn't move for a long time, An Jiu turned his head dejectedly, touched his chin with a pale face, his lowered eyes couldn't see the expression clearly, his whole body was like a pitiful withered flower.

Wen Jingxing sighed, and held him completely in his arms: "Anjiu, let me ask you one last question, do you please me? Or are you grateful to me? Or do you have to compromise on me?"

An Jiu curled up in his arms, feeling the temperature in his arms, suddenly felt the urge to cry.

He is very pleased with his master, he likes it very much, thinking that there may be someone else beside his master, his heart hurts like being pierced by a life.

But he can't give the master anything, and now he can't even give the master a body that might please others...

The slow silence of the person in his arms made Wen Jingxing's little confidence completely gone. He had received enough good person cards today, and he was not in the mood to accept another one, and he weakly interrupted An Jiu's contemplation: "It's too late today, go to sleep."

An Jiu secretly raised his head from his arms, the master hadn't said a word for an hour, maybe he was asleep, or maybe he didn't want to open his eyes to look at him at all.

Thinking of such a possibility, An Jiu became more and more lost.

He lightly rubbed his master's neck, only to feel that his eyes were becoming more and more dry, and he gently took out a sachet embroidered with mandarin ducks from the front of his clothes, in which were two people's hair.

The mandarin duck was embroidered by himself, crooked. When he showed it to the owner, he couldn't help laughing, saying that it was probably two chickens, but after laughing, he held his hand, and he was accidentally caught. Needle-pricked hands with medicine.

He had never used such good medicine before when he was cut with a sharp cut by a sword.

Why is the master so nice, how can such a person like himself.

Perhaps, it was just because he was the first person he saw when he came to this world. He once told himself about the world that was not like the human world, and told him about his experience. The master was the best one he had ever seen. People, if he is good, will he give it to others in the future?

The more An Jiu thought about it, the sadder she became, tears streaming down her face.

Before I knew it, I opened my eyes to dawn.

It's time to leave. After listening to the book, he will come to wait for the master to get up. He probably won't want to see himself anymore.

But how can I give up...

After leaving the master, it seems that I can’t bear any hardships or injuries in the future. I will think of my master when I see everything, I want to tell him whether I like it or not, I want to tell him that I am in pain, I want to watch him because I am a little The mouth is flustered.

No.

Can't think any more.

An Jiu rubbed his eyes vigorously, why don't he be a secret guard in the future, go to Jiangnan to find that old cook, and after learning how to cook, he will be a cook in the Hou's Mansion, especially cooking for the master.

After thinking about it messily, the sky turned white, and the sounds of maids and guards walking came from Anjiu's ears, and the next day finally came.

An Jiu turned around slightly, the master's arm was still around his waist, he warmed his cold hands under the quilt, and then tremblingly, he took the master's arm away.

After carefully withdrawing from the quilt, he slowly put on the clothes one by one, and then took out his waist card from under the pillow.

He hasn't worn this badge since the master gave it his name.

But in the future... I'm afraid that the name Jiu'an will no longer be called by anyone.

An Jiu's eyes were lowered, and he unconsciously touched the ebony waist card with his fingertips over and over again. The word "An Jiu" engraved in black gold on it was extremely eye-catching.

He put on his belt tag like a marionette, but the foot that should have left grew in place, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move a step forward.

Sunlight penetrated through the carved window, and shone warmly on An Jiu's body, lengthening and magnifying his standing shadow, but at this moment, his heart was ashamed.

He turned around and took one last look at Wen Jingxing who was sleeping soundly on the bed. His chaotic brain was suddenly cleaned up, leaving only one thought.

He wants to kiss his master.

So urgent, I really want to.

When he reacted, his lips had already lightly touched his master, but this not only failed to cure the poison in his heart, but also made him more greedy. An Jiu's expression was self-defeating and desperate. When the master woke up, he might not Willing to see him again, let him be bold one last time.

Maybe he will never be allowed to stay in the Hou Mansion again, he can go far, to a place where the master can no longer see, but really want to tell him.

"Master, An Jiu's heart pleases you..."

"Wen Jiu is happy to hear Jing Xing, Wen Jiu is happy to hear Jing Xing..."

An Jiu didn't know how many times he said it. When he said the first sentence, he seemed to break free from some shackles. He didn't think about it at all. The second sentence and the third sentence blurted out until his voice was so low that nothing but his own Heart, no one can hear you.

The voice of listening to the book came from outside the door: "Second Master, it's time to get up."

An Jiu was startled, as if scalded by the sound, retreated back into the shadows, turned around and was about to leave.

But he felt that his arm was being pulled by someone, and he fell on the bed. He was so frightened that he couldn't even breathe for a moment, and his whole body froze into a stone.

A shadow fell over him.

It's Wen Jingxing.

He stared wide-eyed at the person who pressed him under him, his voice trembling: "Master..."

Wen Jingxing looked at him, his eyes seemed to be shining brokenly in the sun, he used his index finger to brush away the hair covering Anjiu's forehead, slowly slid it down and finally stayed in his eyes, like a child discovering a toy, with his fingertips Fluttering the long and curly eyelashes.

Anjiu's eyes are really beautiful, shimmering. In the past, he always kept his head down so that he could not see them, and there were too many things mixed in, but now it seemed as if he had cleared the clouds and cleared the fog, and all his thoughts were absorbed. Confidentially in front of Wen Jingxing.

If he had had the courage to make a single throw, he would have known the answer long ago.

When you like someone, you always put yourself in the dust, and lower yourself in the dust with low self-esteem, you dare not speak, you dare not listen, you dare not think, even worse.

But isn't there such a saying?

You can't hide your liking for someone, even if you cover your mouth, love will flow from his eyes.

Anjiu likes him, he likes him more than any Lao Shizi who is noble or humble, who is not suitable for each other, and who has a future for his heirs.

After communicating with each other, Wen Jingxing felt in a good mood, his body was so relaxed that he could fly into the sky, he yawned pretendingly, and asked lazily, "Where are you going?"

An Jiu was full of panic and despair at this time, and he didn't know how much he had heard, whether he felt that he was too shameless and whimsical, he asked a question and answered blankly: "Go to the dark department..."

"You don't have to go, you will be my personal bodyguard from today on." Wen Jingxing sat up and kicked him lightly with his little foot, "Change your clothes and accompany Master to Qing Huan's place."

An Jiu was suddenly hit by the joy from heaven, and he didn't realize for a while that his address to Yan Qinghuan had changed, and his eyes could not contain the joy, "Thank you, Lord—"

Before he could finish his thank you, Wen Jingxing said again: "See if your little master is making trouble with her. If the trouble is serious, I'm afraid I'll take him here. Since you're a husband, you have to do it well." , we can't let Qing Huan suffer the pain of pregnancy alone."

After finishing speaking, Wen Jingxing turned his head to look at An Jiu who was already stunned, and pinched his chin: "What are you being so stupid about, isn't the master right?"

An Jiu lowered his eyes, bitter: "Of course the master is right."

Wen Jingxing let go of him, took off his inner coat, stretched out his hand to signal him to change, and poked his disappointing forehead by the way, cursing secretly: "Fool."

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