Young man, rich and easy to talk

Maybe there were too many people who did evil and bullied by nameless before, and retribution came one after another.Only the fact that he accepted the male favor was widely circulated among the people, there were not many good ones, but a lot of bad ones.The things that dare not say in front of Wuming are all said behind their backs as all kinds of dirty and dirty things.

Tang Liu came to visit during the day, and Aman also came secretly, meaning to let him understand his situation.

Playthings are depressing.

Nameless looked back at Qin Xichao who was changing clothes. The man had an inexplicable smile on his face. He took off his outer shirt and folded it neatly inside. He took out a small white porcelain bottle with a thin mouth from under his pillow— —That's the eye drops the doctor gave him.

Qin Xichao raised the medicine bottle, regained consciousness and saw Wuming staring at him intently, his hands stopped moving, his responsive eyes narrowed and his lips curled up to smile, his eyes seemed to be filled with the clear lake water in early autumn in Qiongzhou.

A wildfire in Wuming's heart was drawn.

What people said is right, playthings lose one's ambition.Playing with people is the same, but there is a little difference - that is, if you are not careful, you will be played in the palm of others.

Wuming took the thin-mouth medicine bottle in Qin Xichao's hand, reached out and pushed him down on the pillow, slightly opened his eyelids to drip the transparent medicine.The potion was chilled, and it suddenly fell into his eyes, causing him to blink twice quickly, and the long curved eyelashes created a delicate shadow in his eyes like a brush.

In the shadows are the dark pupils and the nameless propped on top of his head.

The liquid medicine soaked along the curvature of the eyeballs, and then flowed out from the long and narrow slit at the end of the eyes, like tears.Wuming put down the medicine bottle, his fingers slowly brushed the corners of his eyes, and his shallow and long breath fell on his face.The scent of the medicine mixed with the clean saponins on the two of them, intertwined into a tight net, cutting off the noise from the outside world.

"Wu Ming..." The thin lips below parted slightly, and a slightly hoarse voice came out.

Wuming's drooping broken hair touched Qin Xichao's cheeks, and he suddenly said, "Go down the mountain when your eyes are healed, and leave tomorrow." He took out a bottle full of Miasma Elimination Pills and put them in front of his pillow.

Qin Xichao was startled, but still stretched out her hand to tie his hair behind his ears, looked straight into those eyes and refused him: "I won't go."

"Mute," Wu called him, "If you don't leave, you will die."

Qin Xichao looked away, slid his hand down the side of Wuming's neck, slid to the pillow, and swiped down the medicine bottle containing miasma-removing pills, the porcelain shattered with a bang, and the crimson round pill jumped all over the place.He didn't speak, but decisive actions were more useful than words.

He doesn't want to go.

Wuming turned his head to look at the rolling pills on the ground, and as soon as his anger surged up, he suppressed all of them when he saw Qin Xichao, who was angry and closed his eyes.

"Tang Wuming," Qin Xi said, "I'm here because of you, otherwise I wouldn't want to stay in this situation for a moment." With the tip of the nose staggered, the side of the lips pressed against the side of the lips, he licked the seam of Wuming's lips with the tip of his tongue that had just taken the medicine, "It's all because of you, Wu Ming."

There was some itching on his lips, which made him want to bend down and bite the lips of the person in front of him, but he didn't do it in the end.Wuming pursed his lips, bit his upper lip with his teeth, and said with a smile: "Then you just wait to die, but before you die, at least let me fuck."

He smiled slyly, like a fox.

The air was surprisingly quiet. After a while, Qin Xi closed his eyes slightly, "Okay."

Wuming lowered his head and bit hard at the artery on the side of his neck, sucked a mouthful of red marks for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at him, "I mean, fuck you." He repeated it as if he was afraid that he couldn't hear clearly. Repeatedly, "I fuck you."

Qin Xi narrowed her eyes, looked down at the person on the side of her neck, her eyes were about to drown: "I know, yes."

The lake in Qiongzhou is not even this deep. Once he drowns in it, even the ten thousand-foot fishing net can't get him out. Every time he says a word, the algae in his heart grows an inch more, tangled and densely packed.

Wuming grabbed the flesh on his Adam's apple in one mouthful, pulled and sucked the kiss, lifted the quilt on him with both hands involuntarily, and took off the thin obscene clothes.He bit down the throat, not sparing the neck veins and shoulders, sucking every foot, every inch.

Qin Xichao stretched her neck for him, and gently stroked the back of Wuming's head with her free right hand to comfort him, and let out two light gasps to encourage him.

The light-colored scar on his chest was gently licked, and the depression in the navel was lightly appeased. The nameless lips and tongue traveled along the gully of the chest and abdomen muscles, patiently planting flowers one after another on his body. red plum.He never raised his head, his face was covered by his disheveled forehead hair, itchingly touching Qin Xichao's skin.

Still so out of order, young and immature.

While Qin Xichao was still remembering and chuckling, the obscene pants under his body had been ripped off, and the coolness suddenly hit, even the things under his navel were shaking.

Nameless glanced at it, and dissatisfaction appeared on his face—the thing was hanging limply, and there was no sign of waking up.

Qin Xichao braced himself up and looked at him leisurely, with a faint smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Wuming knelt in front of him, kneading and kneading the flesh with both hands, sliding up and down the column, after a while, the thing in his hand was still half limp and had no momentum, he felt angry, This seems to be mocking him for his incompetence!

He just wanted to give Qin Xichao a shock, so that he couldn't stand it any longer, so he could go down the mountain quickly.After doing this, I forgot my original intention, and just felt that this thing in front of me was really annoying.

It was already dark, and the guards just stayed outside the courtyard and did not dare to come in. No one would peep within ten feet of the bedroom.Knowing this, Wuming still looked around timidly, and then held the root of the thing with both hands, took a deep breath, and lowered his head to swallow it.

Qin Xi looked at Zhaozheng amusedly, and quickly pushed him away when he saw this shape.

Wuming looked up at him angrily, his lips were moist with the bright red licked by him, and the blood on Qin Xichao's body flowed down his head after only one glance.

"No, you..." His voice was a little dry, Qin Xi moved his body to make a place for Wuming, and straightened his knees, "You can just come in."

After saying this, Wuming was suddenly reminded—he meant that he was going to fuck him.

How to get on... how?

"..." Wuming looked down at his half-upright utensils, his eyes only stayed there, and he didn't dare to look further behind.Looking at this thing, what I think of is not how to fuck him, but it is all about the tender and lingering scene of the two of them several times.

Just thinking about it this way, my mouth became more parched, and my lower body became swollen and painful.

"Wu Ming?"

Qin Xichao didn't move for a long time after seeing him.

The Wuming God ran for eight hundred miles before coming back. When he came back, he saw something extraordinary. He picked up Qin Xichao's obscene pants in one hand, and threw the quilt on him.The posture of kneeling between someone's legs was not very elegant, he swallowed and moved up, then sank and fell sideways beside Qin Xichao.

Facing outwards, with his back to him, his thick hair covered the red glow behind his ears: "I won't do it, it's boring."

"What's the matter?" Qin Xichao asked softly, "What's wrong with me, or do you like other postures?"

nameless:"……"

Qin Xi leaned close to her body, her bare chest pressed against Wuming's back, and the tip of her nose was buried in the hair on the back of Wuming's neck, taking a deep breath, "I can do whatever you like, if you don't, I can teach you."

This made Wuming feel very uncomfortable in his heart, he broke free suddenly, half straightened up and turned around, the anger in his brows was about to burn, he stared at Qin Xichao and raised his tone: "Did you hear clearly?" , if I want to fuck you, you just lie down and let me fuck you?!"

Qin Xichao was startled by the yelling.

"Where's your arrogance?" Wuming asked.

Qin Xi suffocated in his heart, and the suffocation he had accumulated for a month was stuck in his throat. He slapped the bed and got up and turned over, pressing Wuming on the couch, and riding him under him with his knees.Wuming was caught off guard for a moment, and then struggled vigorously. Qin Xichao held his hands on top of his head without a hit or two, and took his obscene clothes scattered aside with lightning speed, and flipped them flying with his sleeves He tied his hands to the head of the bed.

"Qin Xichao! What are you doing!" Wuming panicked.

As soon as he yelled out, his lips were bumped against him with fierce force, Qin Xichao seemed to want to chew and devour those red lips, his lips twisted, his teeth and tongue collided, it was fishy and sweet. The smell of blood permeated the mouth, and was smashed into foam by the soft and slippery things, stuffed into the throat together with the body fluid.

"Uh! Uh!!" Wuming shook his head wildly, trying to get rid of his bite.

The domineering kiss ended with Wuming biting fiercely regardless of the enemy and himself, hurting the enemy one thousand and self-injury eight hundred, and both of them had a slender cut on their tongues.

"Tang Wuming!" Panting heavily, Qin Xichao wiped away the red marks on the corners of his mouth, staring at Wuming who was also panting heavily, "Ever since I met you, do I still have a bit of arrogance?! For whom?"

Wuming grinned coldly, his chest bulging: "Qin Xichao, you still say such things until now. You are careful, how do you know that I am not more careful than you? When I walked to the grave and saw the painting, how did you Know that I don't have a heart like a knife? You're right, it's hard for you to take care of me after every request!" He moved the wrists that were bound on the top of his head, "That's it, let me go, let's If the two don't meet each other in the future, it will save your pride, the landlord."

Qin Xi frowned, "You don't believe me until I say something, you want me to take out my heart and engrave your name on it." After finishing speaking, he really took out a sharp and small hidden weapon from Wuming's waist, and pressed his two fingers against it. On the upper chest, a vertical line was drawn in the nameless eyes.

"stop."

Another horizontal line.

"I tell you to stop!" Wuming's legs were pressed down, and his hands were unable to move.

Qin Xichao stopped, the tip of the hidden weapon between his fingers was stained with blood.

"You insist on forcing me like this. Last time it was a sword in the chest, and this time it's..." He couldn't continue, and turned his head away from looking at him, resentful from the corner of his eyes.

clang.The hidden iron weapon was thrown on the ground.

Qin Xichao leaned down, kissed the corners of his moist eyes with the tip of his lips, "I won't force you, I'm sorry...I just, miss you so much."

Wuming closed his eyes, brushed his eyelashes over his lips, and said nothing.

After a long time, "Forget it, come down, I'm sleepy."

Qin Xi moved away from him, untied the restraint on the top of his head, carefully rubbed the red wrists that were strangled by the struggle to activate the blood, and then put them under his lips and kissed.Wuming gasped for breath and seemed to be sighing softly. He retracted his hands and turned around. He didn't resist the body gently turning behind him, but twisted his body impatiently.

"Wu Ming." Qin Xichao stretched out his hand and hugged him tightly, hooked his chin on his shoulder, and called his name over and over again in his ear, with the cool tip of his nose rubbing against his warm neck from time to time, The hand on the side of the waist slowly rubbed lightly and sometimes heavily.

Wuming was originally in high spirits because of the previous teasing, although it subsided a lot because of the quarrel, but he was still poking at his clothes half stiffly, and then Qin Xichao didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. There is a posture to start again.

"Uncomfortable?"

Wuming closed his eyes and endured, but when he heard Qin Xichao's words, before he could answer, a warm hand passed through the hem of the skirt and covered it accurately, and gently squeezed it through a layer of underwear.

"I'll help you?"

A lingering pleasure flooded up, "No, let go." Wuming refused, reaching out to grab his wrist.As soon as the two struggled, the hand pressed closer together, it looked as if Wuming was pressing someone else's hand to relieve himself.

His hands were hot, and he quickly retracted.

Qin Xichao grabbed the baggy pants, stretched his hand in and held the swollen part, wrapped Wuming with his skillful fingers, the cool temperature mixed with his own heat, making the pleasure more obvious and endless , the legs soon became weak and unable to exert strength.

An arm passed through the gap under Wuming's neck, and stretched up to catch him biting the lip of patience.

He opened his mouth to bite him, branding his teeth marks on the knuckles of his two fingers. Qin Xichao's lower fingers swept back and forth through the openings at the top of him, and a faint moan leaked out between the teeth that couldn't close together.

Wuming's back was stiff, and he was arched against the chest behind him like a shrimp. The more he stretched his hands back, the more stiff his back became.Qin Xi smiled and kissed his earlobe, "Relax, I won't touch you, it's not good for your body to hold back."

There was no sound, what responded to him was the gradually softening waist.

After Qin Xichao fiddled with it for a while, the object in his hand swelled and gushed out heat waves, staining his hands.Wuming was caught in the aftertaste of the orgasm, his body became softer and weaker, the hot air he exhaled swept the arms pressed under his neck, he hummed comfortably after a while, his eyes narrowed and he began to feel drowsy.

The hand in the hem of the clothes withdrew without making unnecessary movements, and the clean hand touched his smooth forehead.

"Go to sleep." Qin Xi said lightly.

Wuming lay down with his eyes closed for a while and did not dare to open them, firstly because he was really sleepy, and secondly because Wuyan faced the man with his own dirty hands, thinking that he should find something to wipe clean, but he closed his eyes and waited for a long time , Did not hear any movement of fabric friction.

Suspicion in his heart, he secretly turned his head to look, and immediately jumped off the bed in shock, grabbing his hand.What did he see!That man was about to put his white-stained fingers into his mouth!

A hot stream rushed from his neck to his face, Wuming grabbed his wrist, "Are you crazy?!"

Qin Xi smiled, "I really can't find anything to wipe, so it's not easy to wipe it on your clothes and quilt."

"You..." You spent a long time, but couldn't find the right words to scold him, Wuming pulled his arm away, told him "Don't eat!" Then quickly got out of bed to get a clean towel and came back, Hold his wrist and wipe his hands meticulously.

Qin Xichao laughed when he saw his serious actions.

"Still laughing!" Wuming was a little embarrassed.

"It's nothing to eat." Qin Xichao whispered, "I was really crazy when I couldn't find you a month ago."

Wuming lowered his head and did not speak, and silently wiped his fingers clean. After wiping, he felt a little at a loss, thinking whether he should get a basin of water to wash him again.

Qin Xi stretched out her hand towards him, and remembered that her hand was not very clean, so she raised his head with another hand, and immediately went up to kiss his nose and lips.Then his head slumped on his shoulders, and he hugged Wuming in with both hands, his arms tightly wrapped in his arms.

He sucked in air through his nose, but didn't say anything, just lay down together in this posture, and pulled the quilt to wrap both of them up.

"Don't you want to get up early to practice swords, go to sleep. I won't move or talk, I just want to hug you."

Wuming lowered his eyes and could only see the top of his hair. He didn't know what to say, and he didn't struggle or respond. He closed his eyes and breathed quietly, and fell asleep feeling Qin Xichao's legs entangled from the quilt, making him feel uncomfortable. The two fit seamlessly.

His eyelids are already heavy, so sleepy Wuxia let him hold him like this all night.

The two of them were only focused on quarreling and making noise, they didn't even notice that someone was hiding and peeping outside the window for a long time, and they didn't know that their figure had already been watched by someone... although that person could be regarded as an acquaintance.