Proudly follow your heart

Her hair was disheveled, her chest was heaving violently due to anger or desire, there was a little thin sweat on her smooth skin, and the loose hair was also slightly wet. The shimmering, flat and firm chest also seemed to be coated with a layer of light, which was indescribably alluring.

"I never thought that a man's body would be so captivating." Nangong Cangao leaned down and kissed his chest, licking the sweat off his skin, "Are you different, or are you different?" I'm obsessed with..."

Swept by the tip of his tongue, Jun Zhanran trembled all over, gritted his teeth and sneered, "I knew you were not a hero, let alone a gentleman, but I still didn't expect that you would dare to do such a thing to me..."

He knew the reaction of his body, and there was no point in covering it up. The vital points on his body were restricted, so he could only speak, but at this moment, should he call for help?Nangong Cangao knew he wouldn't, and Jun Zhanran certainly wouldn't do it.

"I didn't think of it myself, but since I want to do it, I just do it, and it's fun enough." Only Nangong Cang Ao can say these words so naturally, laughing wantonly, as if the whole world is his.

Jun Zhanran's upper body does not show any disability at all. Compared with ordinary people, it is more well-proportioned and stronger. He uses both hands all the year round, and the texture of the arms is very obvious. The smooth and beautiful lines once again attracted someone's attention. Heartstrings.

As if there was a delicacy in front of him, and he was ready to enjoy it, Nangong Cang Ao was no longer eager at the moment, enduring the frenzy in his heart, tasted them one by one with his lips and tongue, and kissed the smooth and flexible skin, emitting a slight heat The body is mixed with the smell of pear blossom stuffing, and a little bit of ink.

The light-colored long clothes were torn into strips long ago, and became the ropes binding Jun Zhanran, and the clothes were half-retired.

This scene is really beyond anyone's imagination. The stunningly talented host of the Wulou Tower, the unparalleled ghost-handed Jun Zhanran, at this moment, his robe is unbuttoned, his trousers are messy, his hands are bound, tied on the bamboo couch, and his acupoints are blocked. He could only let him do what he did, those stern eyes were full of frost, once the anger broke out, Nangong Cang Ao had no doubt that he would be killed by the most poisonous hidden weapon in the world.

However, it is impossible for him to stop right now, "Even if you want to kill me, you have to wait until tomorrow, as for tonight..."

"Come and explain to me—" Retiring the last cover under Jun Zhanran, when Nangong Cangao saw his naked body, he also saw the legs that were always covered under the thin blanket.

Compared with the powerful upper body, the obviously thin legs are pale and slender because they have not seen the sun all year round. They are in obvious contrast with the strong and powerful upper body. They are weak, weak, and thin. They are so different on Jun Zhanran. Coordination, as if in someone else, has nothing to do with him.

Jun Zhanran stared down with his eyes, his indifferent expression seemed to be mocking, "Are you still interested in seeing them?"

Noticing the expression on his face, another emotion different from lust surged from Nangong Cang Ao's heart, his eyes became darker, "Don't you understand, tonight, nothing can stop what is about to happen..."

He actually moved down, picked up his slender legs, and dropped kisses on them. Jun Zhanran remained motionless, watching him suck kisses on his crippled legs, extending from his knees, and finally stretching his legs legs apart-

The extreme contrast can actually arouse such desires, Nangong Cang Ao has endured for a long time, without stopping for a moment, he bent down and buried his head in his crotch.

With a muffled snort, Jun Zhanran gradually lost his sanity, and was no longer able to stop this drunken indulgence, as if a pot of boiling water had been poured into his mind, and everything after that was no longer under his control.

The screen cuts off the light from the outside. On the bamboo couch behind the screen, overlapping human bodies rub against each other. A pair of shadows are reflected on it. The sound of suppressed breathing, panting and moaning of a man faintly spreads in the silent night.

"Nangong Cangao! You—" His voice was unsteady, and Jun Zhanran's breathing stopped suddenly.

"This is the beginning." Nangong Cang Ao blushed, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his hoarse voice couldn't hide the color of desire.

Jun Zhanran gritted his teeth, red tide surged on his stern face, Nangong Cangao unknotted his acupoints at some point, he broke free from the shackles in his hands, but was tightly suppressed, at this moment, it was even more difficult to move, his whole body was tense, ruthlessly Firmly grabbing Nangong Cang Ao's shoulder, wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down from above, and kissed him heavily.

Her lips are hot, her tongue is hot, and her body is boiling everywhere.

"Remember, if someone else dares to do this, I will definitely kill him!" Jun Zhanran pressed Nangong Cangao's lips as he gasped.

The hands behind his back hugged his back tightly, allowing the two of them to breathe together, "Of course I know."

With a deep chuckle, Nangong Cang Ao found his lips again, and the two hot bodies were pressed against each other on the bamboo couch, the ancient rhythm sounded, sweat and breathing, steaming out a mist like water vapor.

This is wrong, it is indulgence, the two people on the bamboo couch knew it, but neither of them could stop it, as if the pear blossoms turned into an aphrodisiac, making them reproduce the turmoil of that night.

Nangong Cang Ao wanted to find an answer, but the answer became more and more blurred as he kept asking for it. The sweat-stained black hair aroused emotion, and the eyes that flashed with sharp light and passion moved the soul. No matter how you looked at it, Jun Zhanran doesn't look like a woman, and he doesn't look weak under him at the moment, but the way he looks up and groans is just like this... it makes people crazy.

"Zhanran—" I don't know how many times he called his name, and when they were passionate, they hugged each other tightly, whispering in their ears like a lover, Jun Zhanran was not sure whether his decision was correct, and he had no time to make sure.

The weak legs were erected, and the whole person seemed to be surrounded by raging fire. The eyes watching from above were full of passion. Jun Zhanran also gave up thinking and completely devoted himself to this frenzied affair.

Their bodies collided, they clinging to the edge of the bamboo couch, roars escaped from their lips, and they panted repressedly. The two people who had never been intimate with a man were both confused by this passionate feeling, and they clearly shouldn't be so intoxicated. Joy, but joy makes people intoxicated.

The night was dark, and what happened this night was like a sudden gust of wind, blowing a gust of wind and rain, both Jun Zhanran and Nangong Cang Ao could only sway in the wind and rain, Nangong Cang Ao was like an insatiable beast, with a face He asked for more food without restraint, not because he didn't want to control it, but because he couldn't.

"Are you crazy? Nangong Cangao!" Struggling on the verge of falling, Jun Zhanran's voice was already hoarse, and he lay on the couch, feeling Nangong Cangao's kiss on his sweaty back, as if his body had lost control , can only let the people behind him hug him tightly, stirring up his desire again.

"If I'm crazy, it's because of you." Nangong Cangao leaned close to his ear with a contented groan, "Even if you want to kill me right now, I won't stop..."

Are you crazy? If you have a desire for a man and you can't stop it, it is considered crazy, then he is indeed crazy.

He wants more, wants to see more expressions of the people under him, "Zhanran, do you know what you look like when you blush? Do you know what your expression looks like when you're depressed? You really drive people crazy— —”

Suddenly speeding up, Nangong Cang Ao seemed to want to fuse him into one, hugging him tightly, the two hot bodies overlapped, and let the monstrous fire of love engulf them together in the need again and again.

The fire burned all over his body, burned away his reason, and also burned everything. Jun Zhanran was soaked in sweat, the bamboo couch was covered with mud, and there were traces of lust. All the evidence was in front of him. He was already ready to move, but he was aroused by Nangong Cang Ao more than once, and the air was full of passion.

I don't know how time passed. This night was extremely absurd and depraved. Things that should not have happened have happened, as if something had just been changed.

It was already dawn, and the smell of one-night stand in the study hadn't dissipated yet. It was quiet, and the singing of birds sounded outside the window, and the sky was misty and pale.

When Jun Zhanran opened his eyes, he couldn't remember how he fell asleep last night. There seemed to be a blank space in his mind that was full of joy. The pain in his body made him want to kill, but he still couldn't move his hands after all.

"Did you sleep well?" The voice next to him was very familiar. Nangong Cang Ao was sitting on the edge of the bamboo couch with his knees bent, propping his chin with one hand, and had been looking at him for some time.

He actually asked him how he slept, and Jun Zhanran realized that Nangong Cang Ao was not ashamed of last night, "Are you still there? Are you afraid that I will kill you?" He didn't even want to move his fingers, raised one eyebrow, and finished speaking, Still propping up his arms, he sat up slowly.

"If you want to do something, you already did it last night, and you still wait until now?" In front of him, the clothes covering his body slipped from his waist, and the traces between his legs seemed to be telling the turmoil of last night. In the dark, the Adam's apple slowly moved.

Jun Zhan seemed to be aware of it, but continued to sit up, picked up the torn clothes on the ground, and put them on casually.

After all, his legs are inconvenient, and his movements are not fast. Nangong Cangao looked at him from the beginning to the end, with a serious face, "I want to help you, but I'm afraid I can't control it, and I want to hold you in my arms. Zhanran, tell me what to do?"

He actually wanted to spit out the thoughts in his heart truthfully, Jun Zhanran was about to take a bath to wash off the traces all over his body, and replied coldly: "Don't follow."

"You were very enthusiastic last night. After a night, did you turn your face and deny anyone?" Nangong Cangao didn't seem to care that he was naked, and there were traces left by Jun Zhanran on his body. Is it a kiss mark or something else...

Seeing how white it was, the wheelchair approached suddenly, and the person above had a golden glow on his hands. Nangong Cang Ao didn't take precautions, and didn't want to take precautions. He pressed him on the couch, "Nangong Cangao, what do you think I am? Drunk After that, I came to the Wulou to play wild, and what kind of place are you in the Wulou?!"

The voice was cold and harsh, Jun Zhanran did not hold back his hand under the rage, as long as he exerted a little more force, Nangong Cangao's wrist would be broken by him.