Proud of the rivers and lakes

The person who came was Murong Shang.

At this time, Murong Shang was wearing a red dress, which was seventy percent similar to the Buddha Heart Glass in the painting.

Seeing Murong Shang getting closer, Fu Jinghong forced himself to take a breath and sit up.

Murong Shang watched Fu Jinghong's movements, glanced lightly, but smiled with his lips drawn.

Only now did Fu Jinghong see clearly that there was a little cinnabar between Murong Shang's brows.

Murong Shang's skin was very pale, like plain white porcelain, and the little cinnabar between his eyebrows seemed even more enchanting.

He looked at Fu Jinghong and smiled faintly, his peach-blossom eyes were rippling.

Fu Jinghong was stunned, a little overwhelmed.

Then he came back to his senses, squinted his eyes and asked, "I don't know why the leader brought me here?"

Murong Shang leaned down, raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled, "...What do you think?"

His black hair was not tied up, and when he leaned over, a few strands of hair fell on Fu Jinghong's face, itching slightly.

Fu Jinghong tilted his face slightly, avoiding the harassment of those few strands of hair, but felt Murong Shang's warm breath puffing against his ears, which made him tremble slightly.

"How do I know..." Fu Jinghong closed his eyes.The voice is slightly hoarse.

There were waves of tumbling heat in his body, which burned him almost to the point of losing his mind, his whole body was empty and unbearable, and he desperately wanted something to fill it.

"Ah……"

Someone chuckled.

Fu Jinghong trembled again.

He has never lost his composure before... Even in the previous few attacks of Gu poison, he has never been so anxious.

In the past few times, even when the poisonous Gu was attacking and his emotions were surging, he was still able to restrain himself, but this time...

This has never been done before.

Could it be... Murong Shang's problem?

wrong.Even if she had a flirt with Murong Shang before...it was never like this.

Is it really a problem with the medicine that night?

But according to the book, the female gu is the number one aphrodisiac in the world, so how can other aphrodisiacs stimulate the female gu?

Fu Jinghong tightly closed his eyes, trying to suppress the commotion in his body.

There was a chuckle in his ear.

"……you guess."

Fu Jinghong finally couldn't help it, opened his eyes, and looked at Murong Shang.

Murong Shang leaned slightly, pouring down like black silk splashing ink, with a little cinnabar between his brows, bright red about to burn.

For a moment, Fu Jinghong was in a trance, and felt that Murong Shang and the glass of the Buddha's heart in the painting overlapped.

Who is Murong Shang?

Who is Buddha Heart Liuli?

Who is he?

……

Fu Jinghong's expression was dazed, being urged by the female gu in his body, he slowly leaned forward and reached out to touch Murong Shang's face, the touch was delicate and cold.

It was as if all of a sudden the hotness in his body was pressed down.

He finally couldn't help it, turned over and overwhelmed Murong Shang.

Murong Shang's black hair spread out like splashed ink, and it fell on the bed.

Fu Jinghong had almost lost his sanity, and could only subconsciously pursue lust.

He pushed Murong Shang down on the bed, bent down to kiss him, and slipped his hands along Murong Shang's clothes.

The moment his warm hand touched Murong Shang's icy skin, Murong Shang trembled all over, but he didn't move, he just looked at him and raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly.

Naturally, Fu Jinghong didn't see him smiling, but just lowered his head and kissed Murong Shang's neck, and fumbled under Murong Shang's clothes with both hands.

Murong Shang's body temperature was slightly lower than that of ordinary people, and the place where he touched was icy cold, but Fu Jinghong, who was hot in his stomach, was happy with it.

But even so, when Fu Jinghong caressed that cold and pale skin, he couldn't help being stunned.

It's completely different from the warm bodies I've touched before, with a cool touch like white porcelain.

But Fu Jinghong, who was in the abyss of desire, didn't think much, and quickly put this question behind him.

He stretched out his hand and pulled Murong Shang's long red gown, revealing his pale and thin body inside. The delicate and deep collarbone in the skirt made the body in front of him even more morbidly beautiful, making it even more pale and fragile.

Fu Jinghong lowered his head and gnawed on Murong Shang's collarbone. His other hand had already slid down along Murong Shang's waistline, and slowly stroked Murong Shang's lower part.

Murong Shang was still smiling slightly with lowered eyebrows, but he couldn't help trembling slightly, and stood up tremblingly there.

Fu Jinghong moved his hands slowly, but the constant surge of heat in his body made him a little impatient.

He moaned unbearably, couldn't help speeding up the movements of his hands, and the part under his clothes also began to stand up slowly.

As the thing in Fu Jinghong's hand became harder and harder, Murong Shang's expression finally changed. His eyes darkened slightly, and the black eyes reflected Fu Jinghong's dazed face, and there was a figure floating in his eyes. heavy.

When Fu Jinghong felt that the object in his hand was almost ready, he straddled Murong Shang and sat up halfway. He was about to lift up his clothes, but suddenly felt a sudden upheaval, and then he was crushed by Murong Shang.

Fu Jinghong raised his head to look in confusion, but suddenly met Murong Shang's deep eyes.

Murong Shang's inexplicable expression moved Fu Jinghong's heart, which was in the sea of ​​desire, and even his mind became clear for a moment.

However, that was only for a moment, and the next moment, Fu Jinghong, who was pulled into the abyss of desire again, consciously leaned forward to lick and kiss Murong Shang's chin.

The line of Murong Shang's chin is beautiful and smooth, just like the smooth line of white porcelain. At this time, he is leaning back slightly, half-closed his eyes, accepting Fu Jinghong's soft kiss that seems to be worshiping... inch by inch, as if stroking a fine antique porcelain.

At this time, Murong Shang knelt on Fu Jinghong's body, with his hands propped on Fu Jinghong's sides, but his lower body fit together with Fu Jinghong's. No movement, but Fu Jinghong couldn't help clamping his thighs and rubbing against each other.

Murong Shang opened his eyes, glanced at Fu Jinghong who was full of impatience, and smiled slightly with the corners of his lips curled up.

Fu Jinghong couldn't hold back anymore, and reached out to grab the object again, but Murong Shang sideways avoided it.

Fu Jinghong gasped unbearably in a low voice, but Murong Shang had a calm face, even though the lower part of him was already standing tall.

Fu Jinghong half propped himself up and wanted to touch Murong Shang, but Murong Shang avoided him. He half-closed his eyes and looked at Fu Jinghong with a look of impatience and even moist eyes, but he just raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly.

Fu Jinghong couldn't bear it and got up and wanted to push Murong Shang down, but Murong Shang turned sideways to avoid it again.

Fu Jinghong finally couldn't help the red eyes, curled up on the bed and sobbed.

Murong Shang half-uncovered his red gown, raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Jinghong, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Fu Jinghong couldn't hold back, the clothes below were pushed up high by that place, and the back was empty and unbearable, but the person in front of him didn't cooperate with him at all, so he could only stretch out his hands to comfort his things with an aggrieved expression.

He rubbed his stuff through his trousers, and the slowly oozing stuff wet the fabric, slowly outlining the shape of that place.

Fu Jinghong, who was comforting that place, was still not satisfied, so he arched his waist, stretched his other hand to the back, and slowly slid down the hip line.

Seeing Fu Jinghong's fingertips slowly sinking into the gap through the fabric, the calm Murong Shang couldn't help but breathe a little harder.

Fu Jinghong slowly took off his pants, while comforting the object in front of him, he groped behind him, his eyes were half-closed, reddish, and he couldn't help panting.

Murong Shang was still just watching Fu Jinghong comfort himself, but the hem of his long gown had been pushed up high somewhere.

Fu Jinghong was panting, and the movements of his hands did not stop, but even so, the commotion in his abdomen never stopped. He was a little irritable, and couldn't help speeding up the movements of his hands. Just as he was trembling and erupting, But was thrown down on the bed violently again.

The viscous liquid he spewed just landed on Murong Shang's long red gown, and some splashed on himself.

Murong Shang's red dress was stained with this milky white thing, making it even more flashy and gorgeous.

Behind Xie, Fu Jinghong was in a daze, staring blankly at Murong Shang raising his eyebrows and chuckling, sticking out the tip of his pink tongue, and slowly licking away the contamination from his mouth.

Fu Jinghong stared blankly, his eyes full of confusion.

Murong Shang leaned down, sticking out the tip of his pink tongue, along the skin of Fu Jinghong's fully opened skirt inch by inch, licking away what was just stained.

Fu Jinghong gradually came back to his senses, as if he felt comfortable being licked, he narrowed his eyes and let out a comfortable moan.

Murong Shang went down slowly, licked carefully, then raised his head, stretched out his slender fingers, and twisted a trace of viscous liquid around Fu Jinghong's waist, and the liquid was slowly twisted between Murong Shang's fingers After a while, Murong Shang let out a chuckle at the end, and then put his fingers behind Fu Jinghong.

Fu Jinghong gasped, and couldn't help but squeeze that finger tightly.

Murong Shang slowly sent his finger in.

Fu Jinghong's expression gradually blurred again... He felt something clamoring somewhere in his body... This was an emotion he had never felt before.

He whimpered and squirmed behind him, swallowing Murong Shang's finger even deeper.

Murong Shang couldn't help but his eyes darkened, and his breathing became heavier.

In the end, Murong Shang leaned over Fu Jinghong's body, touching his skin with no gaps.

Fu Jinghong felt that Murong Shang's body temperature was slightly lower than that of ordinary people, which seemed to be able to dispel his anger, so he raised his waist and pressed Murong Shang even tighter.

Murong Shang looked at Fu Jinghong's bewildered expression and slightly curled his lips, withdrew his finger, stretched out his hand and slowly lifted Fu Jinghong's thigh.

Fu Jinghong panted lightly, raised his head and looked at Murong Shang bewilderedly, and saw that the cinnabar on Murong Shang's eyebrows became more enchanting and scorching.

He could feel that the place where Murong Shang was pressing against him was ready to go, but Murong Shang just raised one of his thighs and then did not move. Instead, he looked at Fu Jinghong and smiled lightly.

Even though he had lost his sanity, Fu Jinghong still felt that the person in front of him seemed to be torturing him, and suddenly felt aggrieved, and the corners of his eyes turned red.

Murong Shang looked at Fu Jinghong's expression and seemed to find it amused, so he said softly, "Good boy..."

Fu Jinghong whimpered, wanting to push away this man who played tricks on him and make a living by himself, but the moment Murong Shang finished comforting Fu Jinghong, he raised his waist without warning and stabbed into Fu Jinghong's body.

Fu Jinghong hadn't finished whimpering in grievance, but it turned into a broken moan and came out of his mouth.

Murong Shang raised Fu Jinghong's leg high, slowly stepped forward, and squeezed in.

Fu Jinghong couldn't help panting, for some unknown reason, the stimulation seemed to be magnified many times, every slight movement of Murong Shang made his scalp tingle.

pain.

Murong Shang slowly penetrated into the innermost part, half-closed his eyes and gasped for breath.

"No... no more..."

"It's already the deepest..."

Fu Jinghong couldn't help sobbing, Murong Shang held his waist and slowly stood up, although the movement was very slow but very hard, there was a fear of being pierced lingering in his heart.

"It can go deeper..."

Murong Shang panted, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I can't..."

The corners of Fu Jinghong's eyes turned red again.

"No...it's okay..."

A chuckle came from Fu Jinghong's ear.