end of days

For the next four days, Zhuo Ran was haunted by such pain. The old man's delicate hand was unscrupulously sketching on his back, but he had no way to resist. Until the end, as soon as he felt the touch of that hand, his eyes would float up. A burst of black mist, that kind of pain, that kind of powerlessness was deeply burned into the bottom of his heart.

It has been the fifth day since the old man entered the palace, and today is the day when the work was completed. When the last touch of bright red dyed the petals of the camellia, the old man stared obsessively at the gorgeous, blooming, dazzling blood-colored camellia, The eyes are full of piety, it is a kind of crazy obsession.

"This is the best work in my life..." The old man's voice was a little tired, but he could clearly feel the excitement in his heart. Xuanyuan Hen frowned. He always felt that the tattoo artist's face was the same as that of five days ago It's kind of worrisome in comparison.

"In the future... there will be no better..." The hand holding the needle suddenly fell to his side, the old man smiled slightly, and slowly closed his eyes, a tear gradually oozed from the corner of the wrinkled eye , some muddy...

Xuanyuanhen was a little surprised when he saw this, but after a little thought, he still understood what the tattoo artist wanted.

He exhausted his whole life to complete this work. The smile at the corner of his mouth is satisfaction, and the tears at the corner of his eyes are gratification...

"It's a worthy death..." Xuanyuanhen felt inexplicably sad. Although he understood that the old man had no regrets before his death, he still felt a little guilty. After all, a completely innocent person died in the palace because of his own selfishness. I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me. Xuanyuanhen felt very sorry for such a thing.

"Come on, let's have a good burial." Xuanyuanhen's expression was gloomy for a moment, but soon, his attention was completely on the sleeping Zhuo Ran.

Patience seems to be the only thing Zhuoran has to do these days. It is his greatest relief to pass out every time he can't hold it anymore. Although Xuanyuanhen still cares about his body and has never broken the supplements and medicinal materials, his heart The depression still made him haggard a lot.

Looking at the unconscious Zhuo Ran, Xuanyuanhen's expression was very complicated. His feelings for Zhuo Ran were unquestionable. He also knew in his heart that the scene he saw in Linfeng County was just the last farewell between friends. All the restlessness turned into jealousy, and even used such extreme means to trap Zhuoran.

The iron chain locked on Zhuoran's wrist made a crisp sound following his unconscious movements, but it was extremely heavy to the ears of people. Xuanyuanhen also knew that he had made a mistake in this step, but he had no room for regret .

His actions will undoubtedly push the two farther and farther...

However, he didn't want to let go!

Xuanyuanhen's callused fingertips gently caressed along the edge of the plump petals, and Zhuo Ran's sweaty back from the previous pain felt unexpectedly good.

Flexible and delicate, it really looks like dewy petals.

The vermilion petals set against the fair skin, like a silent temptation, clearly reflected in Xuanyuanhen's eyes and heart...

Can't help but bend down to feel such beauty with his lips and tongue, Xuanyuanhen's trembling lips lingered over the petals and branches until the very end.

"You are mine...you are mine..." over and over again, constantly confirming my mind.

Pulling out the bed sheet to wrap Zhuo Ran's half-naked body, Xuanyuanhen untied the end of the iron chain connected to the bed, carried Zhuo Ran into the nearby bathtub.

More than two months ago, it was in this place that Xuanyuanhen saw the real Zhuoran for the first time.

After removing the clothes on the two of them, Xuanyuanhen took Zhuo Ran into the warm pool all year round, and then let Zhuo Ran lean on his arms. Maybe these few days really exhausted Zhuo Ran's strength, but he has not yet After waking up, the steaming fog around him made him somewhat unable to see the surrounding scene clearly, but because of this, he could feel Zhuo Ran's aura more clearly.

One kiss after another was imprinted on Zhuo Ran's body like an oath, and Xuanyuanhen gradually became a little bit uncontrollable. He was just at the age of youthful blood and deep desire. He was blinded by anger before and didn't realize it. Now that he thinks about it, it seems that he finally The first time of love was the one before Zhuo Ran left the palace.

Zhuo Ran's enthusiasm caused by drinking made him want to stop, maybe this is the love between lovers - not only a physical vent, but also a spiritual fit.

However, he pushed Zhuo Ran, who was approaching day by day, away from his side...

"I'm sorry..." The extra words turned into shallow kisses, which fell on Zhuo Ran's cheeks one after another, until they touched the lips that smelled of blood because of Zhuo Ran's painful biting before, Xuanyuanhen finally endured. I can't help blending with Zhuo Ran.

The tip of the tongue could taste a faint sweet smell, it was the blood oozing from Zhuo Ran's lips, Xuanyuanhen greedily snatched all the taste that belonged to Zhuo Ran.

Until the sleepy person in his arms uttered an unconscious low moan.

When Zhuoran finally woke up from the darkness, he felt that his whole body was surrounded by a warm current. The familiar feeling reminded him of that day when Xuanyuanhen looked at him condescendingly, and said..."Zhen That is, the Son of Heaven".

Zhuo Ran's consciousness completely recovered in an instant, the memory of that day had melted into his body, and the severe pain and fear had been shrouded deep in his heart.

Xuanyuanhen's fear, which no amount of tenderness can erase, is the most instinctive reaction of human beings.

And Xuanyuanhen brought him to this place again, what is the purpose? !Zhuo Ran kept guessing, his face became paler and paler.

Obviously feeling Zhuo Ran's stiffness, Xuanyuan Hen took Zhuo Ran's hand and kept stroking Zhuo Ran's back, while the other hand began to rub Zhuo Ran's thin waist.

The ambiguous caress undoubtedly aroused Zhuo Ran's anger towards Xuanyuan Hen. He couldn't help but raise his head and glared at Xuanyuan Hen, but his lips were grabbed all of a sudden. As the kiss deepened, Zhuo Ran began to recall the pain he had experienced. That night, even though he was drunk, Zhuo Ran clearly remembered the feeling brought by every movement.

Different from the brutality of the first time, different from the teasing of the second time, the entanglement that time was caused by love, the feeling was naturally different, and it was precisely because of this feeling that Zhuo Ran was so anxious to escape, otherwise... will soon fall...

Lingering over the sensitive throat, Xuanyuanhen gnawed Zhuoran's well-shaped collarbone from time to time. It was thin but not weak, with a perfect curvature. , until the shoulder seems to have really become a blooming plum blossom—the bones make the branches, and the blood makes the plum.

The palm on the waist that kept stroking moved upwards along the side of the body, sweeping over the spot of vermilion on the chest, and following Zhuo Ran couldn't help but let out a low moan, the enthusiasm finally ignited the surrounding air, and the surrounding temperature seemed to suddenly decrease. It rose a lot, and even the surrounding water vapor became more and more dense, surrounding the tightly entangled two people.