Proud of the rivers and lakes

Fu Jinghong didn't expect that Leng Qixuan would take advantage of his momentary soft-heartedness, but he had no chance to repent.

Angry in his heart, he bit Leng Qixuan unceremoniously, but Leng Qixuan didn't care, and continued to gently roll the corners of his lips and the tip of his tongue, moving forward without stopping.

Fu Jinghong resisted with the tip of his tongue for a while, but to no avail, he simply smashed the jar and began to respond to Leng Qixuan as soon as he closed his eyes.

Leng Qixuan was obviously taken aback, but then his movements became more intense. He gasped and left dark red marks one after another on Fu Jinghong's chin, neck, and chest, so hard that he seemed to imprint those marks deeply into Fu Jinghong's body. Hong's body.

Fu Jinghong raised his head and panted uncontrollably, his mind gradually went blank.

He didn't want to think about any more messy things.

What Duanxiu Valley, Rebirth Cliff, Female Gu Fruit, Murong Shang, Buddha Heart Glass...

If you have wine today and get drunk today, what will happen to him tomorrow.

Leng Qixuan undulated on Fu Jinghong's body, his usually expressionless face was stained with emotion, and his dark eyes reflected Fu Jinghong's indulgent face.

"Senior brother..." he whispered.

Fu Jinghong felt that Leng Qixuan's movements were getting deeper and deeper, and the pain that he still had before gradually disappeared, replaced by numbness rising from his back.

Hearing Leng Qixuan's hoarse voice, his heart couldn't stop trembling slightly.

"Brother..."

Fu Jinghong closed his eyes slightly, but suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder. When he opened his eyes, he saw Leng Qixuan biting his shoulder with his head tilted, with an expression as if he wanted to eat it raw.

Fu Jinghong inexplicably felt a chill down his spine, although he knew that Leng Qixuan would not really bite off his flesh, but he couldn't help but feel a chill all over his body.

Especially when seeing Leng Qixuan let go, and then looking at his shoulders and grinding his teeth angrily.

The marks left by Liu Xianqin on his body a few days ago have almost dissipated, but there is only one spot on his shoulder, because Liu Xianqin bit too deeply and too hard, so there is still a scar on his shoulder. red marks.

Although after last night, there seemed to be some inexplicable marks on his body.

Fortunately, Leng Qixuan didn't really bite off his shoulder meat, but just sighed lightly, then lowered his head again, licked and sucked at the red mark.

Fu Jinghong felt even more numb, the hand that was holding Leng Qixuan couldn't help but his nails sank into the flesh.

Leng Qixuan felt a little pain, but after seeing Fu Jinghong's expression, he seemed to think about it, then lowered his head, stuck out his tongue, and gently licked the red mark on Fu Jinghong's shoulder.

Fu Jinghong couldn't help trembling, the wound bitten by Liu Xianqin had begun to heal, and now the wound was extremely sensitive, Leng Qixuan just licked it lightly, and it made him feel itchy and crispy.

Leng Qixuan looked down at Fu Jinghong's expression for a while, then turned his head, and continued to lick and bite Fu Jinghong's shoulder.

Fu Jinghong couldn't help trembling slightly, and the back also shrank a bit.

Leng Qixuan took a deep breath, and he let it out almost immediately after being pinched by Fu Jinghong. After closing his eyes and calming down for a long time, he continued to move.

Fu Jinghong let him go, closed his eyes, and felt as if he was in a river, ups and downs.

Leng Qixuan's movements were both gentle and fierce, hasty and restrained.

He clasped Fu Jinghong's waist tightly, lifted Fu Jinghong's legs, kept advancing and shaking, every movement seemed to go deep into the innermost part.

Fu Jinghong panted, and felt Leng Qixuan's hair fall on his face, shoulders, and chest, while Leng Qixuan's scorching breath puffed against his ears and neck.

……

I don't know how long it took before Leng Qixuan clasped Fu Jinghong's waist and pushed into the deepest part, panting heavily.

Fu Jinghong also vented himself at the same time.

The two of them hugged each other and lay down on the table for a while before they calmed down slowly.

Leng Qixuan lay on Fu Jinghong's body, slowly calming down his shortness of breath.

Fu Jinghong came back to his senses, and slowly sat up while supporting the table.

His waist is a little sore, but the most important thing for him now is to deal with those things behind him.

Fu Jinghong gritted his teeth for a while, and said to Leng Qixuan who was still resting his head on his shoulder, "I want to take a bath."

Leng Qixuan raised his head and responded softly: "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he saw Fu Jinghong's hair falling down his shoulders, his eyes darkened.

Fu Jinghong's headband had been untied for a long time, and his jet-black hair hung down his shoulders, and a few strands fell on his chest, wet and sticky with the things of the two of them.

Leng Qixuan picked up the moon-white hairband from one side.

The hairband was already wet from Fu Jinghong's things.

Fu Jinghong looked at the headband in Leng Qixuan's hand, he remembered that headband, it seemed that he tore it off his sleeve.

When he led Leng Qixuan into the valley, he tied the hair tie for Leng Qixuan himself.

Leng Qixuan picked up the hair tie, then leaned over and put the hair tie in Fu Jinghong's hair for comparison.

Fu Jinghong sideways dodged, but his own things were stuck on the hairband.

Leng Qixuan watched Fu Jinghong's movements and chuckled, then put the hair tie on himself and kissed it, then stuffed it into his bosom.

Fu Jinghong watched his movements helplessly, and after a while, he said, "...I want to take a bath."

Leng Qixuan looked up at Fu Jinghong's tired look, and said, "I'll fetch water."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and looked at Fu Jinghong with some reluctance.

Fu Jinghong wished he could kick him out the door.

Leng Qixuan took the door and went out. Fu Jinghong put on his clothes and stood up with his waist supported.

One mistake becomes eternal hatred...

Now that he is like the second junior brother, how can he establish the majesty of the senior brother in the future!Where is the majesty of the elder brother?

Fu Jinghong sighed, turned around and poured another cup of tea.

He originally wanted to get along with Leng Qixuan as before when they returned to Broken Sleeve Valley, but now it seems that it is impossible.

For a person like Leng Qixuan, once he got it, how could he let it go?

He has always been clear that once his second junior brother made up his mind, it would be irreversible and irreversible.

Fu Jinghong had just taken a sip of tea when there was another knock on the door.

Fu Jinghong tidied up his somewhat untidy clothes, and called in lightly.

The door opened with a creak, and Bai Lianhua pushed the door open and entered.

"Brother, the tournament is about to start..."

Halfway through his speech, he stopped abruptly.

"What?" Fu Jinghong took a sip of tea pretending to be calm, thinking to himself that there should be nothing wrong.

But soon, his hands became stiff, and he remembered the marks on his neck, but even his clothes couldn't cover them.

Bai Lianhua came over, his clear eyes were full of grievances, but what he said was: "Last night, I wanted to find senior brother to sleep with you, but something delayed me in the middle of the night."

"What's the matter?" Fu Jinghong pretended to be calm and took a sip of tea.

"A flower picker came into my room yesterday, and then I woke up, and he ran away. I chased him for more than ten miles, but I still lost it. When I came back, it was dawn." Bai Bai Practice Huadao.

Flower thief?Could it be Cai Juhua from the Demon Cult?

Fu Jinghong immediately thought of this person, but what did he come for?Could it be that he poisoned the tea again like last time?

The guards at Situ Mountain Villa are fairly strict. The man broke in in the middle of the night. His martial arts are obviously not weak, but the same trick cannot work every time. Poisoning is probably not that simple.

Did Caiju Hua really come to pick flowers?

Fu Jinghong couldn't help but look back at Bai Lianhua.

The young man in white clothes, with picturesque features, can be regarded as attractive.

Bai Lianhua felt a little uncomfortable when Fu Jinghong looked at him, and quickly said: "The flower picker didn't even touch the corner of my clothes, but I stabbed him with a sword."

Fu Jinghong thought of Cai Juhua whom he had met before, that person should be quite good at using medicine, even if he couldn't beat Bai Lianhua in martial arts, how could it be so easy to give up?

He paused, and quickly asked, "Did he drug you?"

Bai Lianhua paused, seemed to think for a while, and then said: "After he ran away, I got up and chased him. I chased him for more than ten miles. Later, he turned around and sprinkled some powder on me. I quickly hid, and then disappeared. There's no trace of him."

Sure enough.

Fu Jinghong thought of something, couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and said, "The powder... what color is it?"

"Red, but I avoided it..." Bai Lianhua finished speaking with a look of pride on his face.

Fu Jinghong glanced at him with a half-smile, and said, "That's an aphrodisiac."

Bai Lianhua was stunned for a moment.

For a long time, under Fu Jinghong's half-smile eyes, Bai Lianhua murmured in a low voice: "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have avoided it..."

"Huh?" Fu Jinghong couldn't hear Bai Lianhua's words clearly, and when Bai Lianhua raised his head, his expression was normal.

"Eldest brother, the tournament is about to start, we..."

"You go first, I still have to take a bath." Fu Jinghong coughed lightly.

Bai Lianhua paused, seemed to understand, and left with aggrieved face.

Fu Jinghong sat down again, and was about to take another sip of tea when there was another knock on the door.

After counting, it's time for the second junior brother to come back.

"Come in."

Wen Ruyu pushed the door open and entered.

"Brother Fu..." There was a pause.

Fu Jinghong took a sip of tea pretending to be calm, and said: "The tournament is about to start, I know, you go first."

Wen Ruyu looked at Fu Jinghong, hesitated to speak, then turned and left.

Fu Jinghong touched the marks on his neck thoughtfully. If he couldn't find a way to cover them up, he might attract more people's attention later, so what should he do?

He was thinking about it when there was another knock on the door.

Fu Jinghong paused, and said, "Come in."

This time it was finally Leng Qixuan who came in.

He carried a wooden bucket in each hand, filled with water, and looked heavy, but he still had a expressionless face.

Fu Jinghong asked him to pour the water from the wooden bucket into the bathtub, took off his clothes and sat in it.

Leng Qixuan at the side looked at the marks on his body with a hint of tenderness in his eyes, and was about to step forward to wipe his back, but was stopped by Fu Jinghong.

"Help me find a new dress," Fu Jinghong lay on the edge of the tub, and said wearily, "I want a higher collar."

Leng Qixuan looked at the marks on his neck, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he turned and went out.