Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Zhuo kept silent, Huo Yan helped him take a bath, and he enjoyed it quietly, just half-opening his eyes, observing the man's expression and the scorching temperature of his hands.

When he was bitten last time, he discovered that Huo Yan's body temperature was different from ordinary people, and he had no way of knowing what it felt like to be touched by others.

In short, in his opinion, it's just right to be cool.

Seeing the trajectory of the big hand, he hesitated for a while, put his legs on the tub, and was completely washed.

Fang Zhuo can be sure that Huo Yan treats him differently, there are other things besides his incomprehensible possessiveness.

"Raise your hand." Huo Yan ordered.

Fang Zhuo didn't raise his hand, he stretched his hand to another place, touched the answer he wanted, and it was hard again.

The movements of Huo Yan's hands didn't stop, as if the person being touched was not himself, he used the shower to wash off the foam from the boy's hair and body, turned off the water, and stood up.

Fang Zhuo's hand slid down, grabbing the man's wet trousers, "Did you hear it just now?"

Huo Yan lowered his eyes, the light in the bathroom was dim, but this did not prevent him from seeing the hand clearly, with well-defined joints and slender fingers, holding him stubbornly.

"let go."

Fang Zhuo didn't let go, he felt something was wrong when he was peed on.

Huo Yan obviously wanted to do something, why didn't he do it? Is it because he was concerned about his incompetence, or was he restraining himself for other reasons.

The former means that the other party is taking care of his feelings subjectively, while the latter means that he does not want to touch himself out of objective.

Fang Zhuo wanted to know the answer.

"Mr. Huo, what I said to Xu An is true, I don't want anything, I just want you." Fang Zhuo just let go of his trouser leg, and the other hand quickly grabbed the man's waist shirt, for fear that people would run away.

Huo Yan held the slender wrist with his backhand, and with a little force, Fang Zhuo showed a painful expression.

"You can't afford it." Huo Yan's voice was light, but his aura was terrifying, he was drilling into the pores soundlessly along the dark air.

Fang Zhuo resisted his timidity, and said firmly, "How do you know if you haven't tried it?"

Anyway, it was so dark that no one could see anyone, so he just jumped up and hung on Huo Yan, "I just want to try, just tell me if you will give me a chance."

After speaking, his face turned red, his eyelashes fluttered uncomfortably, and he deliberately raised his face slightly so that his breath could spray on the other's lips.

Huo Yan didn't hold him up, but he didn't pull him off either.

He knew very well that the boy was different from the gold and silver treasures he liked. This was a living person, not a dead thing that could only be deposited in a bank or safe.

Before this, he had never been so close to anyone, and the way the two got along had long since broken his customary principle of keeping a distance from humans.

Fang Zhuo didn't know the inner drama of the boss, he tightened his arms and climbed up like a monkey, his legs wrapped tightly around the man's strong waist, and there happened to be something hard under his buttocks.

Feeling the size silently, feeling sorry for myself for a second.

"It doesn't matter if you don't like me, as long as I like you." After muttering, he put his mouth together and kissed her.

Huo Yan's lips were as hot as his body, Fang Zhuo was excited, one hot and the other cold are really a perfect match, who else can I like if you don't like me.

He peeled off his face and threw it on the ground, stretched his neck hard, brushed his lips against Huo Yan's earlobe, and said softly, "Mr. Huo really doesn't want to, won't it be very uncomfortable."

Huo Yan's breathing became heavier and heavier, he held Fang Zhuo's butt with one hand, and pinched the back of his neck with the other, "Do you know what you're doing?"

Fang Zhuo stared into his eyes and said, "I know."

"I'll give you one last chance, it's still too late to go."

Fang Zhuo blinked, "I just want to walk into your heart."

twenty one,"……"

Huo Yan's breath was hot, Fang Zhuo knew that the matter was about to come to an end, didn't that idiot laugh at him for not blooming, I will have enough blooming tonight.

"Even if there is a price?" Huo Yan restrained the urge to rub people into his body.

"As long as I hold you, I'm not afraid of anything." Fang Zhuo's eyes are shining brightly, he's acting so nasty now, let's get rid of people first.

Huo Yan asked, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Fang Zhuo, "..."

Big brother, don't scare me. In fact, you can be gentler, and you don't have to kill me.

He swallowed his saliva, seeing death as home, "I'm not afraid."

Huo Yan laughed out loud suddenly, as if hearing something extremely happy, but also as if he was suddenly relieved, "This is your own choice."

He had originally planned to live his entire life on his own. It would be great if he could find a way to lift the curse. If he couldn't find it, he wouldn't involve other people when he died.

But there is a little thing that wants to break into his world without knowing life or death, and it can't be stopped.

Huo Yan sighed, brushing his fingers gently over the boy's soft black hair, his voice was so gentle that it made people tremble, "Lin Haiyang, you have no chance to regret it."

Fang Zhuo's heart was trembling, but he still said decisively, "I won't regret it."

"So good." Huo Yan walked out of the bathroom with the boy hanging on his body, and inserted the room card.

The dark vision suddenly brightened, Fang Zhuo covered his eyes with his hand, then his wrist was pinched, and he was thrown onto the bed.

The glare of the light made him unable to open his eyes, and he frowned. Huo Yan's face appeared directly above him, catching a delicate bird.

The little bird didn't move or make trouble, almost as if it was dead.

But he clearly remembered the seductive Shen Yin he heard through the door that night, "Has it always been like this?"

Fang Zhuo was extremely embarrassed, "It's always been like this."

Huo Yan didn't show a disgusted expression, and while playing with it, he said, "People in the Huo family can't live to be 35 years old. If you follow me, you must belong to me until you die. Even if I go to hell, you have to follow me."

Now that medicine is so advanced, even cancer can be cured as long as it is detected early. Even other diseases that cannot be cured can be overcome in a few years.

Fang Zhuo counted again in his heart, the man is 31 this year, the same age.

Huo Yan is joking, it must be.

"You lied to me, you're still so young, you won't die." He clenched his fists, worry and tension were all written on his face.

"You have to believe it." Huo Yan said as he bit his finger, and put his finger on Fang Zhuo's lips, "Good boy, lick it."

Fang Zhuo was actually a little disgusted, but thinking that the other party's blood might help him regain his glory, he immediately stuck out his tongue.

Ru Shi's soft tongue licked his fingertips, Huo Yan's eyes filled with darkness, the boy with half-closed eyes in front of his eyes really looked like a little animal, obedient and soft.

His palm was pressed against Fang Zhuo's waist, he grabbed it hard and turned him over.

Fang Zhuo blinked, and felt a body covering him, and the back of his neck felt wet.

Huo Yan was licking him.

At first it was just the neck, then the back, and then he was turned over again... After 10 minutes, Fang Zhuo felt that he had taken a saliva bath, and his body gradually began to heat up.

The familiar and exciting feeling finally came again. Fang Zhuo once again realized the self-confidence of a man. He hadn't appreciated enough yet. The farmer surnamed Huo who had only planted strawberries on him once began to plow the land.

It doesn't hurt, but it's cool, this is his talent as a goblin, no matter how hard you plow, it won't break, but Huo Yan didn't kiss his mouth until his voice became hoarse.

Fang Zhuo is not a vegetarian either. At the end of the farm work, he mobilized his limp limbs and sat on Huo Yan.

Both of them had fire in their eyes, one was angry and the other was lustful.

Since taking it slow doesn't work, let's do it a little more intensely.

Fang Zhuo narrowed his eyes, as if he was smiling, and gently touched the man's cheek with his palm.

Huo Yan stared at him, trying to see what he was going to do, but it turned out that sparks hit the earth, and the boy bumped headfirst.

"Lin Haiyang." Huo Yan said every word, full of cannibalistic anger.

Fang Zhuo was in too much pain, he covered his forehead, and before the man's mouth was closed, he kissed him hard, his tongue dribbling in.

Huo Yan was obviously taken aback, the beating sound of his heart covered all external sounds, he felt a tingling pain on the tip of his tongue, and the taste of blood filled their mouths.

Fang Zhuo let go of his mouth and swallowed the blood from the tip of his tongue.

Huo Yan lifted him off his body, pinched his cheeks, forcibly separated the mouth, and frowned, "Did you swallow it?"

The tip of the tongue governs the heart and lungs, and a mouthful of blood on the tip of the tongue is equivalent to blood from the heart.

Dragons are inherently obscene, and ordinary blood can make a child burn, let alone precious blood.

Fang Zhuo didn't know what happened afterwards, he only knew that he was thrown into the fire and roasted over and over again, and even his brain was burned and confused.

When he woke up, it was already three days later, his body was full of pinch marks, his lips were torn, and every word hurt so much that he wanted to call his mother.

Not to mention the buttocks, although not bleeding, but already numb.

Is this still human? I fell in love for three days, and he did it for three days.

Fang Zhuo threw his body back on the bed, "What the hell is Huo Yan, can't you tell me, I'm mentally prepared."

233 changed the topic, "You should be more concerned about the task situation."

Fang Zhuo found it difficult to lift a finger now, he rolled half a circle between the quilt, hugged the pillow that Huo Yan had slept on, and rubbed his face, "Go ahead."

His tone was lazy, without any enthusiasm.

233 sympathized with his hard work, and threw out the task progress.

[Emotional line: two and a half stars. 】

Fang Zhuo rolled his eyes, activate it, activate it, originally his setting in this world is a goblin crawling on the bed.

After sleeping for three days in exchange for two and a half stars, it was not in vain for him to work himself to death.

He stretched his waist, "What about the plot line?"

233, "No. You are also a part of the plot now, so you have no right to know."

With the progress of the plot, you can more or less guess the direction of the next development. If you don’t have it, it’s right. I know the direction of life, but he doesn’t. It’s not fair.

"What about cheats? There must be this." Fang Zhuo asked.

233 said, "Go and look in the mirror."

Fang Zhuo was a little dazed by the nonsensical words, but he got out of bed obediently, leaned on the wall, and moved into the bathroom half dead.

The person in the mirror folded his arms in fear of the cold, but his face was radiant, as if he had taken a great tonic, and his skin seemed to be better.

He blinked, as if he had caught a glimpse of something just now, he touched his back with his backhand, and only touched the slippery skin.

Fang Zhuo turned around and looked at himself in the mirror. On his back covered with hickey marks, there was a golden dragon coiled up, with its head facing the sky and its tail extending into the waist of his trousers.

Fang Zhuo was stunned, and quickly took off his trousers, the dragon's tail had just reached the position of the tailbone.

He pulled up his pants, brushed his teeth, and couldn't help turning his back to look at his glasses. It was so spectacular. Such a big tattoo must have wasted a lot of effort.

"Why did Huo Yan get me a dragon on my back? Didn't you say that tattoos hurt? Why didn't I know?"

233,"Huo Yan didn't do it."

"Who is that?!" Did anyone else appear in the room during these three days?

"I told you, this cheat delivery is more troublesome." 233 said, "This is what happened after you swallowed the blood from the tip of your tongue."

Fang Zhuo asked, "Then what? What is the function of this thing?"

233,"No comment."

The dragon is so realistic, it's not so much a tattoo, it's more like it's inherent in the body, as if it's one with the body.

It's unbelievable, he must be the most powerful golden key in the world.

Fang Zhuo was so proud that his butt was going up to the sky, he hummed while brushing his teeth, twisted his waist, and suddenly saw the person at the door, his body froze.

"Mr. Huo."

"Why don't you twist it?" Huo Yan leaned against the door frame, his posture relaxed.

Probably because of the intimate relationship, the man's way of speaking is not as cold as before.

Fang Zhuo spat out the bubbles in his mouth and shivered. Thinking of the temperature on the man's body, he rushed forward, put his arms into his suit jacket, and hugged the man's waist tightly.

It's too warm, much better than a warm baby.

Huo Yan pulled him off his body, and threw him back on the bed like a chicken.

"What's the matter with the thing on your back?" Huo Yan put on a serious face again, even when he was speaking, he was releasing a terrifying coercion.

Not long after the boy swallowed the blood from the tip of his tongue, a strange sight appeared on his back.

At first it was only faintly visible, but it took a whole night for this golden dragon to completely become a substance.

Fang Zhuo told the truth, "I don't know, it will happen once I wake up from sleep."

He shrank back under the quilt, only showing two eyes, and added to the angry face, "I didn't lie to you."

Huo Yan rubbed the center of his brows, walked over suddenly, lifted the quilt, and turned him over.

The golden dragon was lifelike, even every dragon scale was glowing with golden luster. His finger stroked from the dragon's head down to describe every place. This is a dragon, but not a dragon.

A map is hidden among the scattered dragon scales.

There was a knock on the door, Huo Yan put back the quilt and came in.

The bodyguard led a middle-aged man into the door. He was a master at drawing fake paintings. Huo Yan planned to let him draw the dragon on the young man's back exactly.

But when people came to the eyes, they felt uncomfortable.

Especially when he thought of the young man's glorious back being exposed to other men, he felt an unknown anger in his heart.

Huo Yan's face was gloomy, and he waved his hand, "Take him out."

Fang Zhuo was not in the situation the whole time, he sat up wrapped in a quilt, "Mr. Huo, what are you going to do, do you need my help?"

Huo Yan looked at him, his hair was messy, and his mouth was cut several times, which was bitten by him last night.

Thinking of the boy's yell last night, Huo Yan's eyes became dark and deep.

He didn't speak, turned and went out, and when he came in again, he had a sketchbook and pencils in his hands.

Fang Zhuo lay on the bed for three hours like a dead fish, and was finally liberated.

He got out of bed, ran to the man and took a look, the sketch on the paper was almost exactly the same as the big golden dragon he had seen in the mirror before.

"Sir, you are amazing." Fang Zhuo praised him sincerely, without any hypocrisy.

Huo Yan took advantage of it, and gave him an inexplicable smile, "You have said this many times."

Fang Zhuo blushed and pursed his mouth. I don't remember anything about those three days. Who knows if what you said is true or not.

Huo Yan raised his chin to look at him, "Don't believe me? I have a video."

Fang Zhuo's eyes widened in horror, are you a pervert, what are you doing blindly?

"Deleted." Fang Zhuo stared at Huo Yan with an unprecedented determination.

Huo Yan didn't speak, his face and eyes remained calm.

Fang Zhuo couldn't lift his head to look at him, his mouth moved, and his voice was like a mosquito, "Then what, if you like it, keep it."

The man still doesn't speak.

Fang Zhuo gritted his teeth. Others paid for land, but he paid with his own butt. "I was too shy just now. Actually, I kind of like you to be the leading actor in your little movie."