Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

The mouth of the bag was slowly opened by a pair of big hands.

At this moment, Chu Jingran's nostrils were filled with the smell of incense, and he leaned against the man's chest, his whole body was limp, he raised his misty eyes, trying to see the appearance of the man in front of him clearly, but unexpectedly, he just raised his eyes, A brocade handkerchief covered his eyes.

With this ambiguous gesture of snuggling up, Chu Jingran uttered in a limp voice, "You...you...who the hell are you?"

Chu Jingran felt the other party's hand tying the brocade handkerchief pause for a while, and then continued to fasten the brocade handkerchief without saying a word.

Finally, after the brocade handkerchief was tied, Chu Jingran felt that the other party was holding him halfway, untying the rope on his feet, and then on his wrist.

Finally, when the rope was untied and the opponent retracted his hand, Chu Jingran grabbed the opponent's palm with all his strength.

"Tell... tell me, who are you...?"

The moment Lin Haotian was held down by those yearning jade hands, his movements paused slightly, his eyes lowered slightly, and he saw that the man in his arms had half-raised his neck.

The long and beautiful eyebrows are frowning like a melancholy cloud, and just one glance can make people feel a little bit of pity. If the long and narrow eyes were not covered under the brocade handkerchief, the autumn water in the eyes would definitely make people feel pity. Sweet heart broken.

He opened his pink lips, his chest heaved violently, and his exhalation was like blue with scorching breath. Because of the ingestion of incense, his usually light cheeks looked like clouds in the sky, and light sweat moistened the black hair on his hairline. Beads of sweat ran down the jade-like skin and fell on the slender neck one by one, leaving shiny water marks.

Looking at the beautiful scenery like delicate flowers in the rain in his arms, Lin Haotian's eyes were as deep as ink, and his hands around the person's waist became tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to hold the person in his hands forever like this, in his arms.

Understanding the meaning of the person in his arms, Lin Haotian bent down lightly, floating on the pink lips of the person in his arms, and murmured in a hoarse and unusual voice: "You will know soon." Puzzled, he hugged the man by the waist.

The gorgeous long gown hung down, and as he turned around, there was a charming and moving light in the air.

Chu Jingran, who leaned against the man's arms, was so weak that he couldn't even raise his hand to tear off the brocade handkerchief in front of him. Because of the approach of the stranger, the hotness that wanted to burn him all surged more rapidly. When he came up, he instinctively clamped his legs, and at the same time unconsciously gasped in the embrace of the person.

Chu Jingran, who was blindfolded, heard the sound of the door being opened. Immediately afterwards, he felt steam rushing towards his face, and then he felt the sound of gurgling water on his cheeks. Feet touched the warm pool water.

In the mist and haze, Lin Haotian hugged the burned and unconscious man into the warm spring water. The clothes soaked in water were tightly attached to the skin of the two of them. He held the slender waist of the man with one hand. Limbs and limbs, stripping off the wet clothes for the person snuggled in his arms.

Layer by layer, piece by piece, until only the thin inner garment was left, which was tightly attached to his porcelain-white skin.

His fingers lightly touched his fairy-like cheeks, causing him to frown instinctively and gasp in his heaving chest in his arms, and his calloused fingertips wandered over his face, as if he was following a real line of sight. Follow your fingertips.

From eyebrows to nose, from face to lips, from neck to collarbone, from chest to waist, every inch is meticulous and explicit.

At this moment, Chu Jingran's clothes were half undressed, and his ink hair spread out in the water. The clothes completely soaked in water outlined a graceful curve, and the close-fitting underwear had already been scattered by the man's finger just now. She poked her head like a flower.

He seemed to be extremely angry, and also seemed to be tortured to the extreme by the desire in his body. With trembling lips, he humiliated intermittently: "I... will not... let you go."

In the hazy spring water, he is like a helpless delicate flower in the rain, his boneless body leaning against his arms and rustling lightly, every slight tremor, every breath of breath, arouses the fiery obsession and ink-like passion in the man's eyes. The general possession is getting more and more crazy.

Tearing away all the pretense of the past, and throwing away all the distracting thoughts in his heart, apart from obsession, Lin Haotian's thick ink-like eyes only have the hotness of wanting to completely possess the person he already has.

He wanted this person, for countless days and nights, in countless lingering dreams, and for countless unwilling actions, he wanted to completely take this person as his own.

At this moment, even if the sky was about to fall, it was not important for him to completely imprint his brand on this person and make this person completely his own.

In the end, Lin Haotian kissed the pink lips in the misty water of the pool.

I love you already, Meng Zhuo, do you know?

70. Obey, my queen 16

Low breaths mixed with stains and ambiguous unknowns came from the crack of the door, and the shallow chants hit the spring water splashing and tinkling, from sunrise to sunset, until the moon was slightly over, the sound finally gradually quieted down down.

It's almost time for a cup of tea,