The white moonlight of the paranoid male protagonist is reborn

This is the first time that Jiang Chaoyun has shown such an active and dependent attitude towards Han Jiangmu.

Han Jiangmu was obviously a little surprised at first, but then he reached out and hugged Jiang Chaoyun, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a happy arc.

"Master, don't cry, no one can hurt you." Han Jiangmu said so, and gently patted Jiang Chaoyun's back with his palm, full of comfort.

Jiang Chaoyun was so comforted by Han Jiangmu, tears flowed more happily, "I, I'm afraid, King Yong, King Yong asked me to be a guest at his house, I don't want to go."

His voice was choked up, and he couldn't cry, tears covered Han Jiangmu's skirt.

Han Jiangmu asked him, "What can young master do to not be afraid?"

Jiang Chaoyun grabbed his skirt tightly, crying and not speaking.

Han Jiangmu lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "Chop off King Yong's lifeblood and feed it to the dogs, so that the young master won't be afraid?"

Jiang Chaoyun's crying stopped, he raised his face and looked at him blankly.

Han Jiangmu stretched out his hand, and gently wiped the corner of his tearful eyes with his rough thumb, "Does the young master think this kind of punishment is okay?"

Jiang Chaoyun asked grumpily, "Are you joking?"

Han Jiangmu kissed his eyes, the tip of his tongue slid across his tear-stained eyelashes, then backed away slightly, and whispered, "Don't you believe me, young master?"

Jiang Chaoyun believed it, of course he believed it, Han Jiangmu had this ability, but when he said it, he cut his life, didn't he feel the pain?

Jiang Chaoyun subconsciously pinched his legs, sniffed, and whispered, "I don't know."

Han Jiangmu looked at him, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, appearing somewhat unfathomable.

Jiang Chaoyun's scalp was tense and he wanted to back away from his arms. Han Jiangmu sensed his intention, and immediately moved down his hand that was originally in a soothing gesture, and clasped his waist.

Jiang Chaoyun struggled for a while, but couldn't break free, so he continued to bury his face in Han Jiangmu's arms.

Han Jiangmu said: "Young Master won't be soft-hearted when King Yong bullies you like this?"

Jiang Chaoyun was buried in his arms and did not speak.

Han Jiangmu rubbed and caressed Jiang Chaoyun's slender waist with his fingers, found his hand with the other hand, played with it lightly, and said in a low voice: "Yong Wang killed a child of the Zhao family some time ago. Home? General Zhao Huan’s family. Zhao Huan was born in a branch of the Zhao family, but he was trained by the head of the Zhao family since he was a child. Wang played to death on the bed like a prostitute... Those who have status are like this, but those who have no status, young master, what do you think of them?"

Jiang Chaoyun's shoulders trembled, Han Jiangmu's chin rested on his shoulder, and his voice became deeper and deeper, "Master, are you still soft-hearted to that Yongwang?"

Jiang Chaoyun's voice was crying again, "I, I didn't soften my heart to him!"

Han Jiangmu said: "Since the young master is not soft-hearted, then if you say a punishment, I will do it for the young master."

Jiang Chaoyun huddled in Han Jiangmu's arms and did not speak.

Han Jiang murmured, "Master?"

Jiang Chaoyun muffled: "Will you be caught?"

Han Jiangmu paused, and the corners of his lips curled up again, showing a pleasant smile, "Young master, don't worry about this, this is what I eat."

Jiang Chaoyun wiped his tears, sniffed, and said, "Then you can cut his hair off."

Han Jiangmu: "..."

He didn't expect Jiang Chaoyun to say this, and asked calmly, "That's all?"

Jiang Chaoyun snorted coldly, and said: "I think he is a big man and still wears powder, he must be very beautiful. If you cut his hair clean, it will make him mad."

Seeing his appearance, Han Jiangmu's eyes flickered slightly, and he couldn't help lowering his head.

Jiang Chaoyun didn't notice for a while, and Han Jiangmu kissed his lips.

Jiang Chaoyun opened his eyes wide, forced his teeth to open, and exchanged a deep and lingering breath with him.

Jiang Chaoyun was a little sad to find that he was now able to react to Han Jiangmu's kiss.

It's useless for him to do it by himself. It's too strange that he can be a man only if Han Jiangmu provokes him.

It was not enough for Han Jiangmu to kiss him, and he served him extremely attentively with his hands.

Jiang Chaoyun was softened into a puddle, and Han Jiangmu had to hold his waist to prevent him from slipping to the ground.

Just when Jiang Chaoyun was extremely comfortable, Han Jiangmu whispered in his ear: "I have served the young master so many times, should the young master reciprocate?"

Jiang Chaoyun was still in a daze, and it took a while before he understood Han Jiangmu's words.

Before he could refuse, Han Jiangmu took him to bed, supported him on his knees, and stared at him darkly.

Jiang Chaoyun: "..."

He wanted to refuse, but remembering what Han Jiangmu did to him last time, he couldn't justly refuse.

He had been moved before, why couldn't it be his turn?

Thinking so, Jiang Chaoyun held back his shame and stretched out his hand to undo Han Jiangmu's girdle.

However, even though he had done a good job of mental preparation, after seeing the real thing, he was still startled after all, and bowed his head repeatedly, but failed.

In the end, he couldn't hold back and cried out, "I don't want to..."

Han Jiangmu picked him up, sighed, and said, "The young master doesn't want to, so let's not do it."

He was so reasonable, Jiang Chaoyun felt ashamed instead.

In his opinion, that thing is very dirty, but Han Jiangmu can do it for him, but he is so delicate, it is really unreasonable.

And Han Jiangmu is so kind to him, he should reciprocate.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chaoyun took out the handkerchief, wiped his face, did some mental construction again, and said proactively, "I'll try again."

Han Jiangmu raised his eyebrows, seemed a little surprised, and stopped him pretendingly, "The young master doesn't want to, so forget it."

Jiang Chaoyun opened his hand and whispered, "I am willing."

Han Jiangmu said hypocritically, "Master, you don't have to force yourself."

Jiang Chaoyun blushed and didn't dare to look at him. He whispered, "I didn't force myself. I want to make you happy."

After speaking, this time he lowered his head seriously.

Han Jiangmu grabbed his smooth hair, his rough fingertips slid across his tender scalp, the corners of his lips curved in a pleasant and forbearing arc, his voice became softer, and he taught Jiang Chaoyun step by step how to do better .

Jiang Chaoyun worked very hard. For such a delicate and delicate young master, it was actually pleasing to the eye to do such a vulgar thing. Han Jiangmu stared at his face tightly, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers. He pressed his hand on the back of his head but couldn't help but press harder.

At the end, Jiang Chaoyun was completely dirty.

He froze in place, tears streaming down his face, this time he was very wronged, "How could you..."

Jiang Chaoyun was speechless, a flush of red appeared on his white and messy face.

Han Jiangmu took his handkerchief and wiped his face. There were eyelashes, and he whispered: "Young Master, close your eyes."

Jiang Chaoyun closed his eyes obediently while shedding tears.

Han Jiangmu wiped his eyelashes and cleaned his hair and neck.

Jiang Chaoyun was very sad, and he didn't know why he felt so wronged for doing this kind of thing to Han Jiangmu.

After cleaning up for him, Han Jiangmu held him in his arms and comforted him, "Don't cry, I will be responsible for the young master."

When Jiang Chaoyun heard this, he froze again.

Han Jiangmu whispered in his ear: "I will marry the young master, and I will marry the young master with eight big sedan chairs."

Jiang Chaoyun: "..."

He didn't know why, but was afraid of the subject.

So Jiang Chaoyun didn't respond to him.

Han Jiangmu rubbed his hair without saying a word, he hugged him and lay down, and said to Jiang Chaoyun, "Go to sleep, young master, I will sleep with you for a while."

Jiang Chaoyun cried for a long time, and was indeed exhausted, so he curled up in his arms obediently, and fell asleep after a while.

Han Jiangmu sniffed Jiang Chaoyun's hair, he liked Jiang Chaoyun who was full of his breath.

Han Jiangmu also closed his eyes, and slept with Jiang Chaoyun for a while, and only opened his eyes when the moon rose into the sky outside.

He carefully let go of Jiang Chaoyun, got up and dressed with a rather indifferent expression.

After a while, he dressed neatly and left Jiang Chaoyun's room.

In Yongwang's mansion, the sex and affairs between Yongwang and the two teenagers just came to an end.

King Yong is 17 years old this year and is the sixth son of the emperor. His biological mother is Concubine Xian who died of dystocia after giving birth to her second son. Concubine Xian was quite favored by the emperor during her lifetime. Zhang Xiangshui's elder sister secretly helped him, so the emperor liked him very much and wanted to make him the crown prince.

It was also because of this that King Yong acted very presumptuously, even the bed affairs carried out his behavior style, and one of the teenagers was smothered to death by him.

The other boy called the housekeeper as usual, without distracting King Yong, he took the initiative to arrange the funeral of that boy.

King Yong didn't even look at the young man who was smothered to death by him, and went to the bathroom to take a shower when he was finished.

After taking a shower, he returned to the bed. The big messy bed had already been replaced by a maid. It was dry and comfortable.

King Yong closed his eyes and smacked his lips, thinking of the boy he saw during the day, he always felt that the boy's skin was extraordinarily white and tender, like an egg with its shell peeled off.

I heard that the person surnamed Jiang was from Jiangnan, so it's no wonder that beauties in Jiangnan are always more charming than beauties in Kyoto, and I don't know what it's like to do it.

I was a little itchy for a while, I knew I would be too lazy to bother, so I just grabbed it.

A Lin family, even if he dies, he will produce a fourth-rank official. The young man is still the nephew of the Lin family, and he will be fine if he dies.

Besides, he even dared to play with Zhao Huan's younger brother. The Zhao family knew it was him, so he couldn't even fart. He couldn't play with a bumpkin from the south of the Yangtze River?

King Yong thought so, a smile appeared on his face, and he made up his mind to snatch that boy over tomorrow, whether he was sick or not, let's play first.

Just when he was thinking so happily, he suddenly smelled a charming fragrance in his nose. He was drowsy in this fragrance, and fell asleep completely in a short while.

Feeling a bit of pain in his sleep, but it was as slight as being bitten by a mosquito. King Yong had a beautiful dream.

However, in the early morning of the next day, King Yong was woken up by the scream of the boy who served the bed last night. He became annoyed, opened his eyes and said, "Bitch, what's your name?"

The young man knelt down and kowtowed with a pale face, "My lord, it's not me, it's not me!"

King Yong wanted to get up, but he felt dizzy for a while. He thought to himself, what's wrong with him?

Confused, he also felt a trace of pain. In a short period of time, this pain expanded rapidly and turned into a heart-piercing pain.

King Yong let out a roar from his throat, struggled to get up, looked down, and saw a large bloodstain in his crotch.

His fingers trembled and he pulled down his pants. With just one glance, his eyes went dark, and he passed out.

The author has something to say: Teacher Han: Idiot brother, thank you, I will send you a painless sterilization, thank you

sorry for the delay orz