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Mo Mingluan's legs were clamped by him, and his body was tightly bound, and he could hardly move, so he had to hide in his arms and hide behind his flailing hands and said, suppressing his voice, "Go away."

"I've already been waiting on the bed, why aren't you happy now?" Mo Mingyu said with one hand running down his collar, stroking the soft and delicate skin on the back of his neck, and teasingly, "This body is honest."

Mo Mingluan blushed and gasped in shock: "Mo Mingyu!"

Mo Mingyu tightly wrapped his legs around him, clasped his head with his left hand and pressed close to him, and confirmed, "Do you really miss me?"

Mo Mingluan didn't speak.

Mo Mingyu felt that his clothes were wet in an instant, he loosened his hand, stroked his hair gently, sighed, and said harshly: "Don't cry, Aluan."

I don't know what to do is right, as if the person made of Liuli is obviously arrogant outside, how can he be so sentimental in front of himself?

He asked in a low voice, "It's such a long journey, how did you get here?"

Mo Mingluan's head was still buried in his arms, and he raised his hand to touch his face. The new stubble was hard, and he rubbed it repeatedly: "How do you know it's me on the bed?"

Mo Mingyu pulled his finger and put it on his lips for a kiss: "You told me that the room is so well furnished and you left shoes on purpose, didn't you?"

Mo Mingluan snorted: "I'm afraid you will do the same to outsiders."

"Who would dare to sleep on my bed?"

"Dare you say you don't?"

Mo Mingyu laughed softly again: "Ah Luan, do you want to check it?" As he spoke, he grabbed his hand and gestured downward.

Mo Mingluan was taken aback for a moment, and it took him a while to recall what he meant, and he struggled to break free, his voice trembling: "You...you...shameless."

"Don't move." Mo Mingyu hissed, his voice hoarse.

"You're on my bed, and you won't let me touch it. Do you really think I'm a saint?" Mo Mingyu locked his body tightly, resisting the heat all over his body, and said softly.

"I... Where do I have it?" He himself was uncomfortably hot, but he didn't want to stay away from him.

"Well, you don't have it, I have it, go to sleep." Mo Mingyu patted him on the back when he heard his tired voice.

Mo Mingluan leaned his neck back and stared at his chin in the dark: "Let go of me."

Mo Mingyu let go according to his words.

Mo Mingluan was finally able to move his hands and feet a little, moved up, and hugged his neck: "I said so much, why didn't I see you move?" After speaking, he took the initiative to kiss him.

Mo Mingyu froze, clasped his waist with both hands, and pulled himself closer to deepen the kiss.

He was only wearing a thin jacket, and so was Mo Mingluan. At this time, there were only two layers of clothes between the two of them, and the enthusiasm spread, arousing more desires.

Lips and teeth touched, Mo Mingyu breathed rapidly, and said hoarsely: "You always tease me like this, I don't know how high the sky is."

"Then...you come." Mo Mingluan seduced in a low voice.

"You're sure I can't, aren't you?" Mo Mingyu bit a piece of his skin bitterly, and said ruthlessly.

Mo Mingluan tilted his head back even more, he didn't care about the pain in his chest skin, and smiled softly: "Well, will you?"

"A Luan...A Luan..." Mo Mingyu murmured his name, and the kiss gradually went down.

"Brother..." Mo Mingluan's pupils dilated, he let out a muffled snort, his whole body was limp and weak, and his head was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

Mo Mingyu stopped, kissed his wet temples, panted and said: "Such sensitive, yet so unafraid of death, you are getting more and more courageous."