Self-inflicted self-inflicted self-inflicted villain [Quick Transmigration]

With his eyes slightly closed, the black-haired young man was leaning on the low couch, resting his chin on one hand, as lazy as a cat taking a nap in the afternoon.The eyelashes drooped, covering the emotions in his eyes, and the black robe he was wearing made the aura around him bewitching.

The air is burning with fragrance, sweet and extravagant, the sound of instrumental music echoes in it, the dancer dances lightly, and her enchanting figure is overwhelming.

And the young man didn't seem to see everything in front of him, just lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

When Xi Jing entered the room, what he saw was a scene that made his face flush.

"Sir..." He called out, but got no response.

After pondering for a while, he walked to the side of the man.

He called out again, "Sir."

The man raised his eyes, and the momentary coldness in his eyes was well concealed by him.But in a flash, he showed a perfect and soft smile again, and his voice was more pleasant than instrumental music, "Xi Jing."

He sat up straight, gave up the seat beside him, and signaled Xi Jing to sit down.

Xi Jing didn't refuse either, and sat beside the man, looking at the beautiful dancer dancing in the middle of the room with a pair of eyes, admiration flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't take his eyes off for a moment.

The black-haired young man sitting next to him widened his smile.

With a wave of his hand, the sound of playing music stopped instantly.The young man didn't make any unnecessary movements, the dancer stopped dancing, walked to his feet with lowered eyebrows, and knelt down.

Xi Jing's face was a little stiff for a moment.

He watched the man stretch out his hand, stroking the dancer's neck with his slender fingers, as if he was stroking his own pet, there was no warm emotion in his eyes.

"Perhaps, I should give you some time... to be alone." Turning his head, the man looked at Xi Jing's pale face and chuckled, "How about it."

Xi Jing refused without thinking, "This...there is a difference between men and women, this girl..."

"Xi Jing, do you believe in an afterlife?" The young man withdrew his hand from touching the dancer, and looked directly into Xi Jing's eyes with burning eyes.

Xi Jing didn't answer, just stared blankly into the man's eyes.

The sweet smell in the house is in a trance.

It felt like something was about to burst out of the shell inside.

As if he didn't force Xi Jing's answer, the man's peaceful and quiet voice sounded again, "...I don't believe it. So, if you want, just take it with your own hands. It's in this life."

He stretched out his hand and touched Xi Jing's cheek, and a bewitching aura enveloped Xi Jing.

"You are the king. Xi Jing, let go of those cowardices, and let the flame of desire ignite your life." Picking up the wine cup by the table, the transparent liquid inside was shining brightly like Xi Jing's eyes.

Xi Jing took the wine cup and drank it down.

The liquor scorched his throat, as if something in his heart had also been burned.

The man was still smiling, looking at Xi Jing as if looking at his beloved work, "Xi Jing, remember what I said... The best way to forget the pain is to cover it up with joy."

Watching Xi Jing's eyes that gradually became lax, he turned his head to look at the dancer who was kneeling on the ground, with a gentle smile, "Thank you, Xiao Rao. It's up to you to teach Your Highness, whom you love, how to have fun..."

He bent down/body slightly, gently lifted the dancer, put her hand on the cheek of Xi Jing who was in a trance, and whispered in her ear, "... the happiness you brought to him, deeply It's... etched into his bones."

Xi Jing's gaze had lost focus, and his body went limp, and was embraced by the dancer girl.

The young man's smile widened, and he was about to turn around and leave.

"...First... Sir, I..." Suddenly being pulled by the sleeve, the black-haired young man turned sideways, and gently covered Xi Jing's hand holding his sleeve with his hand, as if to comfort him.

However, in the next second, he forced Xi Jing to let go of his cuffs without hesitation, turned and left.

With blurred eyes, Xi Jing stared blankly at the man leaving the direction until he could no longer see the man's back.

Looking back, he only felt that his senses seemed to be infinitely magnified, his body seemed to be burning with flames, and the sweet smell produced by the burning incense in the air was even stronger. This smell... was exactly the same as the fragrance on that person's body.

The clothes were slowly taken off, Xi Jing narrowed his eyes, his face was smudged red.

ah... so comfortable...

Skin-to-skin contact...it's such a joyful thing...

He couldn't help stretching out his hand to wrap around the body above him. The touch of his hand was like fine silk, which was the delicate skin of a woman.

The lower/body was held by the pair of weak and boneless hands, Xi Jing's mind became more chaotic, and the overwhelming pleasure/sensation surged up, swallowing the already crumbling sanity.

The extravagant smell filled the chest, making the heart scream, wanting to taste even more bone-destroying pleasure.

Until... I can no longer remember those painful things.

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"Master, a young man outside the mansion who calls himself Qingyun is asking to see him..."

The servant saluted respectfully, but did not dare to look up at the young man sitting at the table.

"...Qingyun..." The black-haired young man rubbed his temples, his expression was unusually tired, but only for a moment, he put on his smile again, "I'm going to see him."

Walking out of the mansion slowly, he saw a young man in a dark blue robe, with a straight face, walking in front of him imposingly, and bowed.

"Sir, Qingyun is here to welcome His Highness back to the palace."

"You are Qingyun?" The young man's voice was very soft, "I often hear the third prince mentioning that it really is Zhilan Yushu."

Qingyun's expression didn't change, he just repeated that sentence, "Sir, Qingyun is here to welcome His Highness back to the palace."

The black-haired young man laughed, leaned down/body, and whispered a few words beside Qingyun.

After a few words, Qingyun's face changed drastically, and he even ignored the etiquette, and left anxiously.

Looking at the back of Qingyun leaving, and thinking about Xi Jing who was in the room at this time, Si Zhuo narrowed his eyes, his smile became brighter, and even his headache was not so unbearable anymore.

This scent... really works.

It is a fragrance that can arouse people's desire/desire.

He has been taking cold showers for several days, and he has a bad cold, his nose is like a decoration, and he can't smell anything.But other symptoms of a bad cold, like...headaches, made him a little irritable on rare occasions.

but…

It can also be regarded as begging for wine.

Turning his head sideways, Si Zhuo looked at the gloomy sky, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

This is just the beginning.

Next... I will... personally...

make you fall.

The author has something to say: Author: Question, the first time was Xi Jing who was pinned down by a woman, do you have anything to say~~

Xi Jing (licking lips): ...good...comfortable...and...want...

Author: Xi Jing is dirty, put on your clothes, and run naked again so that Si Zhuo won't abuse you~

Xiao Rao (covering her face): Actually, when I signed the contract (?), I said that I would sell my art but not my body, but I was forced to act in a sex scene QAQ 嘤嘤嘤QAQ It's all the fault of the black-hearted boss QAQ

Si Zhuo (drawing a circle at the corner i

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Author: Cough cough ~ the next chapter continues ~ Xi Jing touches his head ~ are you ready to be spoiled by fancy tricks ~ ~ wow ~ ~ little angels please leave a message ~ please give me a ~~