After rebirth I became the tyrant's little white lotus

Afterwards, Bai Miao lived in Yongwu Prince's Mansion. Of course, in order to better monitor Bai Miao's every move, Tu Xiuting arranged people by his side, even if he was sleeping at night, he would let Bai Miao sleep On the small couch not far from him, but Tu Xiuting will never admit that he has selfish intentions!

On the first night in Yongwu Palace, Bai Miao originally thought that he would suffer from insomnia, but after he really lay down on the couch, wrapped in a warm quilt, he gradually fell asleep amidst the sound of Xueluo.

At the same time, Tu Xiuting, who was already breathing calmly, stood up. Even in a somewhat cold room, he was wearing only pure white obscene clothes because of his fiery body, stepped on the carpet with bare feet, and slowly walked to the side of the room. Next to the small couch, sit quietly on it.

In the winter night, the sky is even darker, and the candlelight shrouded in the shade in the room is also pitifully weak, like a drop of water that will crumble at any moment, as if it will disappear in the next moment.

In such a thin light, Tu Xiuting's dark eyes fell on the sleeping face of the young man, tracing inch by inch, as if he wanted to imprint this face in his heart.

He raised his hand in the silent darkness, and his calloused fingertips lightly landed on Bai Miao's eyebrows.

Different from his rough fingers that often touch weapons, the boy's skin is immature, like a newborn baby, soft and smooth, with every muscle and face, extremely beautiful, exuding a clear and light fragrance, which makes people feel For no reason, Tu Xiuting thought of the white lotus blooming on the lake in summer.

His eyes were deep, with a certain kind of strong greed. At that time, the beast was bound to win the prey.

The finger moved down gently, across the young Qiongyu's nose, and then to the pinkish red lips that looked like petals with dewdrops.

In the middle of the night, Tu Xiuting felt that he was being tempted. His fingertips trembled slightly, but they pressed lightly on Bai Miao's lower lip, increasing his strength bit by bit, as the piece of soft flesh was pressed by his fingertips. It descended, revealing the pearly pearl-like teeth hidden in the boy's mouth.

This frame seemed a bit sentimental, but Tu Xiuting was not satisfied with it, he even shouted deep in his heart: "Come closer! Get closer!"

He is yours!

"you are mine……"

Tu Xiuting spit out these words silently in the dark, with an expression as if he had made up his mind, and even the corner of his mouth curled into a smile—without malice, but with affection and desire.

The temperature in the young man's mouth was hot and humid, the soft tongue was pressed by Tu Xiuting's fingers, and was even gently wrapped by the other party, rubbing back and forth with his fingertips.

Because of being restrained by others, Bai Miao, who was still asleep, opened his mouth unavoidably, and silver body fluid overflowed from the corners of his dark red lips, and was carefully wiped clean by Tu Xiuting.

The moonlight outside was cold, and the fluffy white snow gradually drifted away in the winter night. Those pure white dots were dyed with a shimmer because of the existence of the moonlight, and fell lightly on the eaves at one point or two.

Xueluo was silent, but Tu Xiuting in the room felt his heart beating loudly, and every beat was mixed with some unknown feelings and desires in the middle of the night.

From the first time he saw this white-haired boy in the daytime, something began to sprout in his heart uncontrollably. The possession of the beast was like a devil breaking through the cage, gradually eating away at Tu Xiuting's heart.

Bai Miao's appearance was an accident in Tu Xiuting's heart, but it was also the light in his life that he didn't want to let go!

Rubbing the young man's lips inch by inch with his fingers, Tu Xiuting slowly lowered his body and brought his face closer little by little until their breaths intertwined.

A kiss, lightly landed on Bai Miao's lips, like the touch of a dragonfly on water, with the host's departure, even the heat of the night gradually dissipated.

Tu Xiuting saw that the sleeping boy wrinkled his nose uncomfortably, and wanted to wrap the quilt tighter. He laughed silently, and directly wrapped Bai Miao in the quilt and carried him to his bed.

It wasn't until Tu Xiuting finally held her in his arms that he sighed comfortably.

This night is still long.