Tigers ban coveting

Duan Wuxin whimpered, blinked slowly, and gradually adapted to the too dark sight in the room.

He was firmly locked in place by Ling Junhan's straightforward eyes, strong and oppressive.

At this moment, Ling Junhan was like a hunter holding a gun in the forest, the black muzzle of the gun pointed at him.

And I was like a prey thrown into the net, foolishly caught in the trap, unable to escape.

He swallowed, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked softly, "What do you mean by the word you just said?"

Although I don't quite understand it, I seem to be able to understand the situation.

"Last time you asked me, is it a synonym for stabbing? Now I'll tell you."

Ling Junhan's voice was very hoarse, and he said slowly: "I didn't plan to touch you so early, but you are lucky, running over in the middle of the night can be a toss. I am a saint, so I forbid such teasing."

Having said that, Duan Wuxin immediately realized that her heartbeat suddenly stopped.

He struggled hard, freed his wrist from his grip, and retorted, "Okay, let me do it."

For this matter, as a tiger, he has a firm attachment.

While speaking, he quietly raised his leg and attacked the man's lower back, taking advantage of the dimness of the room and the chaotic vision, trying to reverse the suppressed situation.

When Mingming was in the military area before, he fought those soldiers one-on-one countless times.

After many times of training, this has become his best sneak attack method, which is tiresome and hits every time.

However, this time the opponent is the most powerful marshal of the Federation, and there is no chance of winning.

Ling Junhan reacted faster, pinched his ankle with his backhand and pressed it to the side, and the other hand neatly controlled the other messy foot.

Relying on the softness of Duan Wuxin's muscles and bones, he abruptly helped him split a cross.

The strength is so great that Duan Wuxin can move.

In this fight, I lost completely.

Duan Wuxin relaxed, and froze in this awkward posture, raising his eyes and staring at people.

Ling Junhan controlled people with ease, and said with a sneer: "I told you before, if you fight me with the martial arts I taught you, you will definitely lose."

"You sneak attack, it's cheating, this time it doesn't count." Duan Wuxin resisted indiscriminately and shouted.

Obviously he was the first to sneak attack, but he really has the ability to beat him up.

"Anyway, you lost. Last time you said, what happens if you lose?" Ling Junhan teased him in a good mood.

Duan Wuxin turned his face away, shook his head and denied: "I didn't say anything, we are still in a cold war."

"When you run over, the cold war will be automatically lifted." Ling Junhan squeezed his wagging tiger tail, interrogating a prisoner, and forced a confession: "The suspect Duan Wuxin, tell me, what are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?"

Duan Wuxin blinked, and revealed the truth a little shyly, "The potion I used today also worked on me, I feel very uncomfortable, and I'm going to steal your clothes."

He didn't steal the clothes, and he was caught in the act, and he was humiliated.

"Stealing clothes?" Ling Junhan burst out laughing, never expecting this outrageous answer.

He looked back at the wardrobe, and opened the door in a mess, "I'm here, do you still need clothes? Will it work?"

Duan Wuxin pursed his lips, and muttered in a low voice: "It works. The clothes are too clean, so it doesn't work. So here I tie you with a tie. Who knew the quality was so poor, and it was tied so tightly. rotten."

Ling Junhan raised his wrist, pulled off the remaining half of the tie, and blindfolded him playfully, "That's it, use it to tie me up, are you underestimating me?"

"You woke up a long time ago, didn't you, and pretended to be asleep on purpose." Duan Wuxin reacted and scolded him in a cold voice, "You are so scheming."

"I just want to see what you are going to do. You really like to give me surprises. But, since I delivered it to my door, I will gladly accept it." Ling Junhan used a little force to firmly control him .

Duan Wuxin was so crushed that her legs and feet were numb, she was forced to pretend to be pitiful, shook her gauze-wrapped right hand, and softened her voice, "I'm still a sick one, and you know how to bully me before my hand injury heals."

The tone is pitiful and distressing.

Ling Junhan looked down at him, the child's cheeks were flushed red from the high temperature, a little sweat dripped from his forehead, even the end of his eyes became wet, and a spring color spread along it.

It seems that he really wants to bully.

He said duplicity: "Okay, I will bully you."

He speaks nicely and moves faster than anyone else.Fingertips ran across the gauze, pressed Duan Wuxin's hands on top of his head, tied them with the remaining tie, and said: "Be careful, don't move around."

The dark black tie set off the slender wrists, which were so white that they were blindingly white.

Duan Wuxin got angry and raised his voice: "You are sick, use the tricks I used against you to deal with me?"

Ling Junhan lowered his head and touched his bright red lips, and replied with a smile: "Well, I learned from you, Teacher Xiao Duan."

This claim made Duan Wuxin's ears burn, and his voice weakened, "Okay, it's troublesome, let me go."

He regretted coming here secretly, and somehow became a prisoner.

After learning so many military strategies, you must be cautious and vigilant, but now you have completely forgotten it.

Now people are in the enemy camp, at the mercy of others, and they can move easily.

Ling Junhan stared at him for a while, stroked the wet hair on his forehead with his fingertips, and asked, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable now? Your forehead is still very hot."

"En." Duan Wuxin raised her wet eyes and looked at him pitifully.

"Hey, I'll help you." Ling Junhan lowered his head and kissed him tenderly, with the tip of his tongue sweeping over his lips, as if he was enjoying tonight's dessert.

Slowly pick the cake skin, you can taste the refreshing sweetness inside.

The difference in strength between the two was too great, one was able to do a job with ease, and the other was in a panic.

Duan Wuxin raised his eyes and saw that Ling Junhan's eyes became dark and bright, with a strong sense of oppression.

The lamp by the bedside was turned on, and a small circle of dim light yellow light fell down, creating an atmosphere that seemed to be absent.

Duan Wuxin watched him lower his head, and in the blink of an eye, he could only see his short black hair, which occasionally brushed against his skin, making it very itchy.

Immediately afterwards, surrounded by warmth, an indescribable feeling almost overwhelmed him.

He has already recalled the details behind, but it feels like everything has become unreal, like falling into an extremely dizzy dream.

Sometimes the heartbeat speeds up and sometimes stops suddenly, almost being controlled by that person.

After she reacted, Duan Wuxin twisted her fingers together, pinched the tie that was about to be broken, and said softly, "Dirty."

Ling Junhan is willing to do this kind of thing for him?

Is he crazy, or is he having a strange dream?

Ling Junhan made a sound, pulled him back to reality, and said vaguely: "I detest it."

"Don't be like this." Duan Wuxin felt shy, stretched out his legs softly and kicked him, only to find that he had missed and fell from the sky.

Once again, the raging waves beat over, each time getting stronger and stronger, making people breathless.

He is like a sailboat floating in the sea, being carried by the waves, ups and downs.

The waves threw him to the top, the sail shook violently, and when he fell again, the calm boat swayed slightly on the sea.

"Hmm—" Duan Wuxin sank into the bed, her eyes lost their focus.

A little physiological tear dripped from the end of the eye, fell on the pillow, and disappeared in an instant.

Ling Junhan got up with a smile, didn't speak, turned around and went into the bathroom to rinse his mouth, leaving Duan Wuxin alone.

His wrists were still tied above his head, and with a slight flick the tie loosened.

It turned out that he didn't tie a knot, but just to find a less embarrassing excuse for him, and to follow the trend.

Duan Wuxin moved his sore wrist, savoring the touch just now, it was more intense than last time.

He buried himself in the pillow in shame, relaxed for a while, and slowly raised his head.

From a short distance, he saw Ling Junhan standing by the bathroom sink, bent over, the beautiful muscles on his back tensed.

Under the soft light, exudes vigorous hormones, making people addicted.

The threshold of the previous satisfaction suddenly dropped, and the restlessness returned, and he suddenly had a bold desire.

Duan Wuxin got off the bed on his feet, walked behind him quietly, and wrapped his tail around his waist.

The fluff sweeps across the skin, a silent invitation.

Ling Junhan thought he was joking, splashed cold water on his face.

"Do you really want to try it?" Duan Wuxin raised his eyes and looked at the person from the mirror, afraid that people would not understand, he added: "Just like...that video."

Drops of water dripped down the corner of his jaw and fell to the ground.

Ling Junhan was stunned for a few seconds, and the calmness he had just recovered was instantly broken, and his anger was rekindled.

"Are you sure?" Ling Junhan turned his head, picked Duan Wuxin up and placed him on the bathroom countertop, against him, "If it starts, I will stop."

"You just... did that for me." Duan Wuxin was a little embarrassed, and stammered: "Should lovers make each other feel happy?"

Since Ling Junhan is willing to do this for him, it seems that taking a step back is not as difficult as imagined.

He raised his hand to cover his face, feeling ashamed and nervous about the unknown.

The tiger's ears stood upright, trembling slightly in the cool night.

"You are so obedient." Ling Junhan's heart was numb due to his retreat, and he couldn't help himself.

He gently pressed Duan Wuxin's dangling calf with his knee, wrapped him in his arms, lowered his head and kissed him tenderly.

The light kiss gradually intensified, and the lips|tongue touched, with a strong love|desire, in exchange for endless panting|breathing.

Everything in the bathroom is ready-made, and everything seems to be logical.

Duan Wuxin leaned on the edge of the pool in a daze, and when he raised his eyes, he saw himself leaning on his shoulders in the mirror.

In that year, the lips were ruddy, the end of the eyes were red and moist.The eyelashes seemed to be soaked in water droplets, shaking tremblingly, uncontrollably.

Weeping lowly because of the threshold that has not yet been reached, the injured right hand hangs in the air by the edge of the pool, trembling and enduring endless torture.

The dense kisses were gentle, and the ups and downs were rough. He was hugged tightly by the pair of powerful arms behind him, which was contradictory and pleasant.

He really likes Ling Junhan like this, with strength and straightforwardness, he asks him without any scruples.

Whether it's fingers, kisses, or a muffled snort from time to time, they are all sexy and charming, making him surrender willingly.

There seemed to be fog in the bathroom, and the bright mirror gradually became blurred.

Staring at the picture in the mirror, he slowly developed a sense of dizziness, and in a state of distraction, he looked at the scene behind him through the mirror.

In the hazy water mist, there are vaguely undulating lines and tight muscles on the shoulders and back.

Their skin colors have a strong color difference, but they look very harmonious when put together, as if they were born to be stacked together and never opened.

Ling Junhan tilted his head slightly, nibbling his lovely ears provocatively, biting the tip of his teeth, and bullying him one after another.

The arms were tightened, firmly embedded in the embrace, and integrated into one.

It was probably because the shower was turned on at some point, and the water dripped wetly on the ground. The sound of the water became louder and louder, and there were violent and intensive knocking sounds.

There are bright or dark marks left on the ground, whether it is the falling water drops or something else, no one cares or clears them up.

It seems tireless, and the night never ends.

"Ling Junhan..." Duan Wuxin opened his mouth uncontrollably to call him, and his fingertips sank into his arm, leaving deep scratches.

Knowing why, I just want to call him by his name, maybe because of this lingering love, maybe because of the strange addiction.

"I'm here, baby." Ling Junhan hooked his chin, sucked his lips lightly, panting with satisfaction: "I love you so much."