The time-traveling husband is also comprehensible

Ding Baocheng was lying on the bed.

Kong Mingfan was also lying on the bed.

They lie in a bed...

Ding Baocheng closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep, but the warmth and heat were close at hand, the curtains were fluttering and the shadow of the moon was fading, and he suddenly felt a little shy about being late, and said in his heart:

——Just now, I shouldn’t have promised to stay with him all the time on impulse, nor should Kong Mingfan say that he didn’t want to sleep alone, so he patted his chest and asked him to share the bed with him.Alas, it's late...

Kong Mingfan turned sideways, put his hand on his shoulder, and asked him softly, "Can't you sleep?"

Ding Baocheng couldn't help but froze, his senses were extraordinarily keen in the dark, his wide palms, his deep voice...all seductive.

At this moment, the spiritual consciousness space was switched to the night, and the moonlight shone in through the window.

The dream scene that was finally suppressed surged into his mind again, Ding Baocheng blushed, and opened his mouth to deny it: "I fell asleep..."

"Really." Kong Mingfan seemed to laugh lowly.

Ding Baocheng was so annoyed and ashamed, he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, and couldn't get rid of the memory of Kong Mingfan in his dream...

"Hmm," Ding Baocheng was so frightened by the figure suddenly turning over and lying on top of him that he looked up and wanted to get up, but his chin suddenly hit Kong Mingfan's chest. Had the charm.

Ding Baocheng was secretly worried about why he was so prone to fantasies?He panicked and said, "What... what's wrong?"

Kong Mingfan looked down at him, his waterfall-like long hair hung down Ding Baocheng's neck like brocade.

His dark eyes were now stained a bit of ice blue by the bright moonlight, as if they contained a pool of pure and sweet spring water.Moisturized Ding Baocheng's long-suffering lungs, and even his breath became sweet.

Ding Baocheng's lips were kissed by Kong Mingfan's cool lips while he was wandering. He was shocked and wanted to push away.

Kong Mingfan couldn't help but press his wrists with both hands and press them against his ears, and continued to cover his mouth with his lips, his breathing was chaotic and heavy, as if he had been suppressed for a long time.

Kong Mingfan overlapped with the man in the dream, and Ding Baocheng was instantly bewildered.

I don't know whether it was Kong Mingfan's amazing strength or his own lack of strength, Ren Ding Baocheng struggled but couldn't escape those cold hands like iron, so he could only hold on to the bedding tightly with his knuckles bent.

Ding Baocheng's mind was buzzing, but he didn't want to and couldn't stop it, let alone how to make Kong Mingfan stop himself.

Dominating his mouth with his strong tongue, rolling the root of his tongue, Ding Baocheng faintly regained his sanity from the bewildered kiss and wanted to speak, but only slipped out a few words, as if he was about to refuse.

Ding Baocheng was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak anymore, only heard the sound of tsk-tsk-tsk kisses flowing between his teeth and cheeks.

Kong Mingfan's kiss is irresistible, although it is slightly jerky, but because it is him, his cold woody fragrance, his warm touch...

Ding Baocheng was drowning in the boundless sea, almost unable to tell whether the present moment was reality or... still a dream woven by the Dream Fairy Cup.

After the clothes were unbuttoned, Ding Baocheng raised his arms and put them on his forehead. He opened his eyes slightly and saw Kong Mingfan sitting up and opening his clothes, revealing his strong chest.

Kong Mingfan widened his clothes, only to see that on his shoulder was a scar extending from the delicate collarbone all the way to the abdomen, traversing his clearly textured abdominal muscles.

His skin was fair but not sickly, even firm and generous.

Especially when Kong Mingfan unbuttoned his belt, Ding Baocheng was startled. He always felt that his life was extraordinary in his previous life, but he never imagined that the rumored sick man was even worse than he was back then...

Kong Mingfan attached himself to his ear and exhaled burning heat: "I haven't done it before, it might hurt, Bao'er don't be afraid."

Ding Bao said intentionally:

——If you are not afraid, you will have ghosts!

"Brother Kong...Brother Kong, should we take it step by step?" Ding Baocheng swallowed his saliva and said, feeling that the previous anger had faded into fright, so how dare he be lecherous.

Kong Mingfan propped his arms and frowned slightly, staring at him condescendingly.

Ding Baocheng also felt that it would be unkind to call a temporary stop at this point, but this is related to the important matter of Chrysanthemum, how can he back down!

"I... I'm not ready, and it doesn't mean that the flowering period is coming, I'm afraid my stomach will hurt again..." Ding Baocheng looked at him pitifully and said.

"The reason why my stomach hurts during the flowering period is because my brother's nature is yin. Without yang energy to nourish the liver and kidneys, it will naturally hurt." Kong Mingfan said in a low voice.

Ding Baocheng's eyes dodged: "Ah, is that so? Hehe..."

——However, I would rather have a stomachache than be fucked!

"Forget it," Kong Mingfan saw that he was really unwilling, sighed softly, leaned on his neck as if resigned to his fate, and said in a muffled voice: "Bao'er, can you help me feel it?"

Ding Baocheng was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect that he really didn't do it.

Kong Mingfan hugged him tightly and said in a low voice, "Just for a while, okay? It's kind of uncomfortable."

"Hmm." Ding Baocheng comforted himself when he heard his pitiful voice:

——It’s acceptable to just relieve each other...

Besides, Ding Baocheng was also in an embarrassing situation at this time, so he naturally knew that it was more than a little uncomfortable, so he touched it tentatively.

He felt that the horizontal scar on his shoulder was meandering and hideous to the touch on his smooth skin, and Ding Baocheng felt a little distressed and wondered if it could be erased.

What caused him to leave this scar?

Kong Mingfan was lightly grasped to death by his hand, trembling slightly, let out a muffled snort.

Ding Baocheng felt extremely impatient when he heard his magnetically melodious trembling voice.

But Kong Mingfan also responded to him, Ding Baocheng was nervous for a while, he had never done this himself, let alone talking about others, he actually felt like this...

Ding Baocheng buried his head in Kong Mingfan's heart and listened to his pounding and accelerating heartbeat, unconsciously bowed, and a thought came to his mind in a trance:

——Boundless Heavenly Venerable, this is really ridiculous...