How to make the white lotus surrender

Zhu Zhi is very clingy to him, clinging to him in a state where a young animal looks at a protector. In this state, it is easy for Yu Deng to think of that young man who is as clear and beautiful as the morning mist sitting in the Suolong Pit.

One day in the dream world passes quickly.

From morning to star-filled sky, the young man has been obediently by his side. The young man is not noisy, but just sits quietly beside him. Whatever Yu Deng needs, the young man has prepared everything for him almost without opening his mouth.

The two have a tacit understanding as if they were born as one, and they won't be embarrassed by the quiet environment, and they don't need to go out of their way to find any topics. Like an old friend returning from afar, familiarity sprouts in an instant.

It is difficult for Yu Deng to find such a tacit understanding friend in reality.

However, it seems inappropriate to say that they are friends, and the dream is not true or false. If it is said that it is a parallel time and space, the time they spend together is too short. It is also appropriate to say that they are strangers who only met a few times.

Yu Deng glanced sideways, with his palm resting on one side of his cheek, and the black sleeves were softer and brighter than the white skin on the side of his face. He had dimples when he smiled, but he was not cute in terms of his size and height. The eyebrows and eyes are more like the spirits that have come alive from ink and wash paintings.

Yu Deng looked intently at the young man beside him. Zhu Zhi had a lot of hair. His black hair seemed to be piled up like clouds in the sky. He only tied a soft white hair tie behind his head, and the hair on his forehead was scattered. On the ear side, the arc of the neck is incredible.

The young man is concentrating on tracing the man in the painting, and the strokes are smooth and non-stop.

It seemed that he had already firmly engraved the man in front of his mind, and he didn't even need to hesitate, it was already formed when he picked up the pen.

It's a pity that Yu Deng didn't pay too much attention, his eyes were completely attracted by Zhu Zhi's seemingly delicate and delicate face.

To be honest, Yu Deng is also an ordinary person, and everyone has a heart for beauty. If the young Zhu Zhi's eyebrows and eyes are still immature, then such a long-blooming young man is the peach blossom that is better than the branches of March. Young roses grown with care in garden beds.

Yu Deng's heartbeat was slightly unbalanced.

He tried his best to restrain this feeling, how could the young man in front of him be watched by him to grow up (?), he can't be such a beast.

Zhu Zhi seemed to be affected by Yu Deng's obvious eyes, the fingertips holding the pen trembled slightly, and the ink dripped on the side of the neck of the person in the painting, the ink soaked through the fibers of the paper, like a faint hickey, printed in the painting The man's neck.

He stopped the pen in his hand and placed the nib on the calligraphy holder on one side. His thick eyelashes trembled with an unspeakable panic, and his voice was tense: "My lord, atonement..."

Yu Deng felt that the young man in front of him was like a rabbit who had made a mistake, and his eyes would turn red and he would become more and more pitiful.

He couldn't help but grabbed the thin hair on the young man's forehead and pulled it lightly, with a small smile in his eyes: "It's okay, it looks good this way, you are good at drawing."

The young man's fair cheeks turned completely red in an instant. He lowered his eyes to cover up the emotions in his eyes. Looking at his appearance, he was a shy young man.

Yu Deng chuckled, and took Zhu Zhi's hand naturally, and for a moment he even wanted to interlock his fingers.

But he held back.

He led the people to the table that had been set up, and ate with the young man happily.

Zhu Zhi was like a slave who was released from a feudal cage. Yu Deng had just taken his seat, and before he had any food, the young man began to serve him dishes. Yu Deng lightly pressed against the young man's bowl and chopsticks. His eyebrows and eyes were rippling, and the palace was filled with golden splendor, which was too beautiful to behold.

"You eat your own, don't worry about me, your status is equal to mine, there is no need for this."

Zhu Zhi pursed his lips, his face turned pale for some reason, he lowered his head and said softly: "Does the Lord City Lord despise slaves?"

"That's right, the status of a slave is inherently humble. It's the utmost kindness for an adult to treat a slave like this, but this slave still wants to take care of an adult..."

Yu Deng frowned, and couldn't help sighing in his heart. He didn't know what happened to the young man, but putting himself in such a lowly role still made him feel uncomfortable.

"That's not what I meant, Zhizhi, I never treated you as a slave, so I don't need you to take care of my feelings..."

Yu Deng paused as he spoke, with a look of helplessness on his face.

In the first half of the sentence, the young man still looked a little loose, but as soon as he mentioned not letting him take care of him, the tears that were about to fall in Zhu Zhi's eyes began to falter again.

Yu Deng sighed: "Well, if you really want to take care of me, you can."

His tone was too gentle, even a little pampering, Zhu Zhi was in a trance for a moment, he clenched his fingertips, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, showing a superficial touch.

Only he knew in his heart that the abyss opened its giant teeth, urging him to reveal his minions all the time.

There seemed to be a voice in my heart mocking him softly and sharply: "Do you still believe him?"

"He said this every time he left, how many times have you been cheated?"

"Idiot, you have been locked in the Suolong Pit willingly for so long, have you waited for him?"

"Maybe he hates you so much that he hates you to death, but just happened to meet you again, so he has to put on a show, can't you take it seriously?"

"Don't you see what you look like? The fallen devil's candle dragon python, greed, madness, and blood have stained your bones and blood. You are a sinner of the heavens, and you should die."

"You should die."

A golden light flashed faintly in Zhu Zhi's eyes, and then disappeared again.

The muscles on his face twitched a few times, and when Yu Deng looked over again, his appearance returned to suppleness.

Zhu Zhi brought a lot of dishes for Yu Deng, and the strange thing was that these dishes were especially in line with Yu Deng's taste, so he didn't resist.

But in the end, I was still a little embarrassed, especially when I saw Zhu Zhi carefully picking out the tiny thorns in the bone fish for himself, Yu Deng couldn't help looking away, and put a chopstick of pigeon meat into Zhu Zhi's chest. bowl.

He explained it to Zhu Zhi, and the atmosphere was just right: "This pigeon is not an ordinary pigeon, they are all pigeons raised by the Magic Pigeon Mountain to compile stories. Three thousand more or even cuckoo."

"And because they always want to eat snacks and play games, the meat is extraordinarily tender, which is why they are sent to the dining table by readers. Come and have a taste."

Zhu Zhi pursed his lips, his brows and eyes were full of tenderness, he persisted in picking out the fishbone, wiped his wrist with silk, and then ate the pigeon meat with his chopsticks.

With a slight smile in his eyes, he said, "Your Majesty the City Lord is really well-informed, but these pigeons are really special."

Yu Deng shook his head and sighed: "It's hard for pigeons too."

After the two finished their meal, Yu Deng soon fell asleep.

In fact, he still finds it quite strange, this is just a dream of his, and he can still sleep in the dream?

Facts proved that it was possible, he was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes, so he took off his coat at will and lay on the bed.

With sleepy eyes, he seemed to hear the young man's hoarse voice ringing in his ears: "My lord, I'm a little scared, can I stay with you tonight?"

Yu Deng closed his eyes and muttered softly: "Okay... come and sleep."

After he finished speaking, he turned around lazily and made room for a small piece of space.

The emotion in Zhu Zhi's eyes was not stable, he stared at the man on the bed, his whole body was stiff and motionless.

After an unknown amount of time, the candle suddenly went out, and Zhu Zhi climbed onto the bed lightly. After hesitating for a long time with her plain wrist, she gently wrapped around the man's slender waist.

In the dark, the expression on his face could not be seen clearly, but it should be red, he thought.

Snakes have always had a cold body temperature, but now he only feels dry and hot. This feeling is hard to describe, and it is the first time he has experienced "heat" in so many years.

Zhu Zhi's ears were red, and when Yu Deng passed out, he was much bolder. He tightened his hands more and more tightly, and then he seemed to be afraid that too tight would make the man uncomfortable, so he relaxed a little.

He buried his face on the side of Yu Deng's neck, the two of them entangled like mandarin ducks, and the faint fragrance from the man's body came slowly.

It was a very special fragrance, fresh and clean, which made people feel like the morning sun.

Zhu Zhi couldn't help but the end of his eyes turned red, his breathing became hot, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

The man beside him was like a pastry exuding a seductive atmosphere, which made him feel a desire to "taste it".

Zhu Zhi's expression remained unchanged on the surface, but there was a faint guess in his heart.

An adult Candle Dragon Python can easily go into estrus when facing someone he likes.

For the first time in his life, the newly-adult snake ushered in his estrous period.

Zhu Zhi trembled restrainedly, with veins popping out on the back of his hand, he patiently groped the side of the young man's neck with his sharp teeth, grinding out a few red marks.

But until the end, he didn't make the next move.

He dare not.

Or rather, his despicable thoughts made him hate himself.

He put medicine in Yu Deng's dishes, because he was afraid that the man would disappear again, and he kept silent, as if such a person had never appeared in this world.

Zhu Zhi tried hard to exhale, suppressing the first estrous period of the snake's nature.

The golden vertical pupils reflected the man's sleeping face, the blood color spread in his eyes, and his eyes were fixed on the soft and light-colored lips.

The young man lowered his head with a slightly invisible tremor, and he touched it very gently and lightly.

Then he closed his eyes, and tightly wrapped the young man in his arms, like a giant dragon hugging a treasure.

The gauze curtain beside the bed was lifted a bit by the night wind, completely covering up the shadowy figure on the bed.

Yu Deng felt that he slept soundly this time, the light in the morning was not glaring, it shone in through the bed curtain, gentle and hazy, like the radiance of the goddess of love and tenderness.

Wait, Yu Deng rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

His face was pressed against a warm body, and the curves of his muscles were very beautiful.

There are a full eight-pack of abdominal muscles in the lower abdomen, which is the kind of arc that is not exaggerated and has both beauty and strength.

Yu Deng: "!"

He raised his head cautiously, facing a pair of sleepy and gentle eyes.

"Good morning, master."

The author has something to say: Hehehe, I suddenly want to see Zhizhi in a maid outfit (bu waiters, on the last day of this month, my wives will pour me white liquid (/ω＼)

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: yes! , I am not one of the valleys;

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