Proudly follow your heart

The sound of breathing becomes ambiguous among the flowers, which is thought-provoking.

The branches and leaves swayed, and the sunlight fell through the branches and vines of the flowers, casting mottled shadows on Nangong Cang Ao's body. There was a strange charm in the exposed chest between the light and the dark, which made Jun Zhanran a little dazed looking at it. .

"Aren't you going in?" I didn't expect him to lose control here, Nangong Cangao whispered in his ear, Jun Zhanran heard the smile in his words, and returned a strange snort.

"You think I dare not do anything else here?"

Is there anything in the world that a person who has died once dare not do?Jun Zhanran recalled the words of King An Jia and Lin Zhaoran, and a gleam flashed across his slightly closed eyes, assuming that Nangong Cang Ao would become an enemy in the future, thinking of this possibility, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

If Huang De is removed, if he still needs an opponent, this person can only be Nangong Cangao.

This kind of feeling may be a bit weird, but Jun Zhanran really thinks so.

This is an indescribable feeling. I don't know when Nangong Cangao became his friend, confidant, family member, companion, brother, lover, lover... and even an opponent.

The thought that flashed through his mind was only for a moment, and Jun Zhanran's movements did not stop. Thinking that Nangong Cang Ao might be his future enemy, the flame in his heart burned even brighter.

"I'll let you know in a while, I just let you in the past, don't think I can't do anything to you..."

Get used to being quiet and not allowing yourself to show your flaws. It is best to give up even your feelings. You can do whatever you want, but you are unwilling to give up your principles. Jun Zhanran is such a contradictory person, but Jun Zhanran is only a person after all, let alone he already has Feelings, let alone in front of Nangong Cang Ao.

How can I hide the beating of my heart?

Like cutting the air with a cloud-turning hand, passing it with fingers, and uncovering Nangong Cang Ao's clothes, Jun Zhanran's eyes instantly became hot, it's okay to indulge once in a while...

He only had time to flash this thought in his mind, he bent down, and kissed from Nangong Cang Ao's chest to his waist, a little crazy, a little tender, and then slowly opened his mouth——Nangong Cang Ao gasped in satisfaction Tone, since Jun Zhanran made love to him, although there were times when he showed madness, he was still able to hold himself on the whole, and he was never so unscrupulous as before.

Seeing the mid-air sun at random, Nangong Cang Ao's always sharp thoughts also became free. At this moment, he can only feel it to his heart's content, and he can't care about anything else.

He thought that he had figured out Jun Zhanran's temperament, that he could predict his words and deeds, but obviously not.

Jun Zhanran is still Jun Zhanran, the master of the mist building who took your breath away when you first met him, with unparalleled ghost hands, he is a ghost who is half-lived and half-dead, a ghost who uses indifference to cover up the flames.

Ghosts and ghosts, even in human form, seem to be normal, but their treacherous and unpredictable thoughts still exist as before.

He didn't expect his sudden enthusiasm, let alone that he dared to do this to him in the flowers in broad daylight.

Although he didn't expect it, Nangong Cang Ao didn't dislike him at all, and even liked it very much.

When Jun Zhanran kissed him and directly pushed him down on the white hibiscus flowers and grass withered branches all over the ground, Nangong Cangao suddenly remembered the time when Jun Zhanran casually teased him.

This man didn't seem to intend to do anything, but intentionally or unintentionally, he was leading others to do what he wanted. After all, he was the one who lured him into falling in love with him.

This is Jun Zhanran's charm.

You have already fallen when you are not paying attention. Although you know that you have fallen, you don't even have the slightest thought of getting rid of it.

He knew that Jun Zhanran had listened to Lin Zhaoran's words, and he also knew that although he had listened to it, he might mind, but he didn't really care.

But I don't know whether this is Jun Zhanran's arrogance or the inferiority of all men.

They are not afraid of challenges, and they don't care about taking risks. Maybe, it's just because the opponents are each other.

Some people, you never need to worry about being weak in front of him, and you never need to worry about him not being by your side when you need him. In Nangong Cangao's eyes, Jun Zhanran is such a person.

His arrogance does not allow him to shrink back, doubt, let alone escape from any possibility.

His Zhanran is just like this, such a person...

"You're not paying attention." The words that belonged to Nangong Cang Ao in the past were spoken from Jun Zhanran's mouth today, revealing the same displeasure, even worse.

People who can hide their emotions have their own advantages, and their self-control is naturally top-notch, but once they explode, they will be out of control, just like Jun Zhanran in front of him.

There was even a bit of coldness in the displeased eyes. Seeing Nangong Cangao, he let out a deep low laugh from his throat, took a few breaths, and his slightly hoarse voice seemed to be scratching Jun Zhanran's heart, "I am here I was thinking of you, why didn't you concentrate, Zhanran wronged me..."

"What do you miss me? Are you thinking about what I should do? This... or this..." The enthusiasm in the bed was fully displayed. Jun Zhanran has always been unwilling to be left behind. Once he let go, the wildness he showed was not inferior to Nangong Cang Ao.

Nangong Cang Ao wanted to turn around and regain the initiative, but when he saw the burning eyes above him looking at him, seeing the fire in these eyes, his heart suddenly burned.

"...I must have brought you down." The dead branch under his hand broke with a snap, and Nangong Cang Ao's tense body almost trembled under Jun Zhanran's teasing.

His words caused a chuckle, and the kind of eyes he had seen before reappeared, with a slightly weird smile and a somewhat fanatical temperature, "So you have to pay the price."

Looking at the lustful dark color on Nangong Cang Ao's face, watching his heaving chest, Jun Zhanran continued with the only thing he wanted to do right now.

The overlapping bodies could no longer bear the high temperature caused together, the messy clothes were wet with sweat and plant juice, and there were faint gasps and whispers among the swaying white hibiscus bushes.

White petals fell from the swaying flowers, fluttering and sticking to the sweat-drenched backs and chests of the two of them.