Crossing town house man and wife

After dealing with the old lady and everything in Chunhui Hall, most of the night has passed.

Seeing that it was too late, Yan Heng originally didn't plan to go to Wu Ming's place to spend the night again, but after eating supper, he lay alone in the study in the front yard but couldn't sleep at all. He tossed and turned several times, always feeling empty in his arms. , something is missing.

In fact, he only hugged him for one night.

Yan Heng sighed helplessly, turned over and got off the ground, put on his clothes, and went to Wu Ming's yard again.

But as soon as he entered Wu Ming's courtyard, Yan Heng found that there were more women on duty at the door.

Only then did Yan Heng remember that he had sent Zhuji over.This young lady has always been capable, and the extra manpower in the yard is probably due to her arrangement.

Just as she was thinking, Zhuji herself had walked out of the wing room, walked quickly to Yan Heng, and bowed to salute.

"Lord."

Zhuji was neatly dressed, it was obvious that she had just gotten up from the bed.

"Where's Madam?" Yan Heng asked.

"Madam has already rested." Zhuji replied softly, "Madam said he didn't like people in the room, so I didn't arrange anyone to stay in the main room overnight."

"There is no need to arrange it in the future." Yan Heng said, "except for daily cleaning, do not let people enter the main room at other times."

"My servant understands." Zhuji bowed and agreed.

Yan Heng waved his hand to make Zhuji retreat, while he stepped into the main room.

The moment he entered the inner room, Yan Heng was suddenly a little nervous.

Will "Ruan Orange" look forward to his arrival?

Could it be that without him, "Ruan Cheng" would have slept more soundly and more peacefully?

Or, like him, "Ruan Cheng" couldn't fall asleep, regretting his impulsiveness in Chunhui Hall?Even left quietly when others were not paying attention?

Yan Heng walked to the edge of the bed, and then realized that he was thinking too much.

Wu Ming has been asleep for a long time now.

Because Yan Heng was not around, and he might not come, Wu Ming resumed the habit of sleeping naked, kicking all the obscene clothes and trousers to the corner of the bed, and only wrapped a thin quilt around his waist.

So, as soon as Yan Heng approached, he was sucked away by the white flesh.

Although Ruan Cheng has been practicing martial arts since he was very young, perhaps because of his abnormal body, he did not have the habit of being shirtless like other martial artists when he practiced martial arts, and his skin was fair, so he did not show the usual tan. bronzed.

However, the flesh, muscles and bones tempered by martial arts outline the good curves that warriors are used to. Even though they are still young, it is precisely because of their young age that although their muscles do not show obvious lumps, they are firm and tight. Typical clothes look thin, Undressed with flesh, slender but not shriveled,

Yan Heng stretched out his hand involuntarily, covered Wu Ming's bare back, and began to caress carefully.

After all, this is a man's body, and the skin's touch is never as smooth and delicate as that of a woman's, but when the elastic muscles intersect with the rough fingertips, Yan Heng feels a different kind of feeling in his heart , making him love it even more, and his heart is fascinated.

Unfortunately, before his fingers could move down, Wu Ming opened his eyes and turned around.

"Yan Heng?" Wu Ming quickly judged Yan Heng's identity based on the bearded face.

"You should call me Heng Lang or Lang Jun." Seeing that Wu Ming did not avoid his touch because he was awake, Yan Heng immediately took an inch and put his big hand on Wu Ming's chest again.

"Your size, Lang, is it disgusting?" Wu Ming was still a little confused, and he forgot his scruples when he spoke.

But this half-dream and half-awake appearance made Yan Heng more itchy and unbearable. He wanted to bow his head and kiss him, but he was worried that he would offend Wu Ming like he did in the daytime.

Seeing Yan Heng's silence, Wu Ming turned his head and looked out the window, "What time is it?"

"The time has just passed." Yan Heng replied.

It's late at night? !

Wu Ming was stunned, and finally woke up from his sleepy state.

He originally planned to take advantage of the night to completely deal with the old lady, but after eating and taking a bath, his mind began to feel sleepy. He wanted to take a nap and wake up, but he closed his eyes and fell asleep until now, when Yan Heng arrived.

Wu Ming wasn't afraid that Yan Heng would know that he had murderous intentions towards the old lady, but his original plan was to kill the old lady first and then play it, so as not to prevent Yan Heng from chanting scriptures in his ear and finding various reasons to stop him from doing it.

Wu Ming has already seen that Yan Heng has no admiration for this grandmother at all, maybe he wants to send this old lady to the west more than him, but he has some scruples and is unwilling to do it easily.

As for what Yan Heng is worried about, Wu Ming can also guess, it is nothing more than reputation, status, and the faction behind the old lady.

If it was the time when he was a ghost cultivator, Wu Ming could still express his understanding, and even sympathize with him.But the same plot has been repeated in the past 2000 years. After witnessing Wu Ming again and again, there is only one feeling left——

bother.

"By the way, what are you doing here?" Wu Ming propped himself up and sat up from the bed.

Wu Ming was not wearing any clothes at all, but when he sat up like this, his entire upper body was completely exposed in front of Yan Heng's eyes, which also made Yan Heng's big hands slip from his chest to his waist.

Yan Heng suddenly felt a heat in his lower abdomen, and he almost turned into a wolf.

"You and I are newly married, if I leave the new house on the second day of the wedding, others will think that you and I are at odds." Yan Heng controlled the desire in his body, and explained to Wu Ming sternly.

"You think I'll believe it?" Wu Ming rolled his eyes back.

Yan Heng laughed, and simply sat down on the edge of the bed, and moved his body in front of Wu Ming, so close to him that the tip of his nose was almost touching the tip of his nose.

"I miss you." Yan Heng said truthfully, "I want to hug you to sleep."

Wu Ming twitched the corner of his mouth, "Why don't you take off your clothes and come up?"

"Madam wait a moment." Yan Heng immediately smiled, got up and unbuttoned his clothes.

Because Wu Ming had already taken off cleanly, Yan Heng didn't change into any obscene clothes, and got into the quilt directly without his clothes, and took Wu Ming into his arms as he wished.

"Ma'am." Of course, Yan Heng was not satisfied with hugging, and after hugging, he began to move his hands and feet, and his mouth began to whisper.

Wu Ming didn't feel much about the title of madam. From ancient times to the present, many men were called madam, and he only thought that he used a pseudonym and added a nickname.

But Wu Ming is even less interested in flirting with Yan Heng.

This guy Yan Heng is obviously not a person who knows how to be contented and happy. Last night, he was just given a little bit of sweetness. Today, he already wants to eat dessert. If he is allowed to eat dessert again, he will have to stew him as a big meal in the future. , eat wipe clean?

Therefore, Wu Ming simply put forth the nine-character motto of a man in the new century: don't take the initiative, don't refuse, and don't take responsibility, just lie there and let Yan Heng torment himself.

Although Yan Heng noticed Wu Ming's lack of cooperation, he didn't think too much about it, only thinking that he was still upset about the old lady's affairs.

Soon, Yan Heng was no longer satisfied with the touch of his fingertips, turned over, pressed Wu Ming under him, then put his lips next to Wu Ming's ear, and asked softly: "You can't kiss on the mouth, what about other places?" ?May I?"

Wu Ming didn't answer, just pressed Yan Heng's head and pushed him down.

Yan Heng was taken aback for a moment, then he understood, or thought he understood Wu Ming's meaning, and immediately slid down along his thrust, from the neck to the chest, and then to the waist.

Wu Ming opened his eyes and didn't move, letting Yan Heng toss about there, secretly guessing what kind of reaction he would have when he found that no matter what he did, he was "indifferent".

Do you force yourself regardless, or give up in anger and disappointment?

Judging from the day and night contact, Wu Ming felt that the latter was more likely.

Sure enough, Yan Heng worked hard for a long time down there, and even used it for the people who eat on weekdays, but Wu Ming still didn't respond lazily.

Yan Heng finally ran out of patience, stretched his arms, and returned to the position where he was facing Wu Ming.

"Why?!" Yan Heng asked angrily.

Wu Ming actually didn't want to do this either, but nine out of ten times when things go wrong in the world, there are always advantages and disadvantages. He enjoyed the power and immortality of ghost cultivators, but the price he paid was that he could no longer enjoy human affairs to the fullest.

But there is no need to tell Yan Heng about this kind of thing, Wu Ming raised his eyelids and asked, "What is it like when you are with women?"

Yan Heng opened his mouth, but was unable to make a sound.

He wanted to say that he could actually react, but he knew very well how difficult it would be to get that reaction.

Confused, Yan Heng simply lifted the quilt, got up and got out of bed.

"Why?" Wu Ming was taken aback, thinking, gone?

"I'm going to the clean room." Yan Heng turned around indifferently, without turning on the lamp, and walked towards the clean room by the moonlight shining in from the edge of the window.

Wu Ming curled his lips, but immediately felt that Yan Heng's back...was a bit pitiful.

He is a man anyway, at least he has been a "man", so he naturally knows what it feels like to suddenly have to force himself to surrender when the sword is on the verge of breaking out.

Thinking about what he was going to do next, Wu Ming finally felt a little pity and jumped out of bed.

Take it as his reward for helping him clean up the mess!

Wu Ming gave himself a reason.

Just as Yan Heng stood still in front of the toilet in the clean room, there were faint footsteps behind him.

Before he could turn his head to look, a pair of hands stretched out from behind, holding his lifeblood in them.

"Who..." Yan Heng was startled, but then realized that there were only two people in the room, one was him, and the other was naturally "Ruan Cheng".

Yan Heng came back to his senses immediately, and said in a deep voice, "You don't have to do this."

"Don't talk nonsense." Wu Ming's voice came from behind, "I really don't want me to help you, just push it away, don't be duplicity."

Yan Heng hesitated to speak, although his heart stubbornly wanted to refuse help, but his body was still unwilling to break free from the tenderness woven by the ten fingers.

When the fireworks bloomed, Wu Ming's voice came from behind him again.

"Don't think too much, I just can't do that kind of thing. Don't say you are a big man, even if you change to a beautiful girl, I still can't get her—uh, no, it should be Said she couldn't do anything to me."

"you……"

Yan Heng was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head involuntarily, and met Wu Ming's eyes.

There was no sign of any abnormality on Wu Ming's face, it was as calm as if he just told someone else's joke.

"I'm going to wash my hands first."

Wu Ming didn't give Yan Heng a chance to question, he withdrew his hand, turned around and walked towards the faucet.