The emperor's loyal dog, oh, ran away?

Xiang Yaojue really missed him.

I want to see more of his shy and flustered appearance, but also want to get closer to him quickly.His eyes lingered on Li Rang's face, his heart, and his hands longed for him more than anything.

Not enough, still not enough.

Even if Li Rang gave him everything, he still felt that it was not enough, and he was always dissatisfied.

He tried his best to hold back his restless heart and eager hands, and watched Li Rang carefully undress him. In the dead of night, once the emperor fell silent, only the breathing of the two people remained around.

The two of them have clearly practiced martial arts, and they are the best among them in hiding their aura. But at this moment, the two of them are facing each other, and their aura can't be stabilized. I don't know whose breathing is disordered first, a little bit of a rush. balance.

The distance between the two of them was so close, as if they could feel their breath, they took off his outer robe, jade pendant, and belt for him.

As soon as his subordinates stopped moving, he knew what the emperor meant, and he also knew that the emperor had never stepped into the harem these days, and when he was so busy, all the spare time was left to him alone.

How could he have the heart not to respond to him when he has reached such a level, in fact, he had made 'preparations' for many nights waiting for his return.

But the two of them had no chance to get in touch with each other because of their birth.

Now this opportunity suddenly appeared, and when it came to him, I remembered some things again.

Li Rang's ten fingers were clasped on his gold-bottomed dragon pattern embroidered belt, looking at his hands... Li Rang clenched his teeth. He held and practiced swords all year round. His hands were thick and thick, covered with calluses. The palm of his hand was covered with scars.

With such a hand, just approaching this dragon robe seems to be profane.

He eats delicious food these days, but he is a little white, but no matter how nourished Li Rang is, he can't become a delicate flower, he will only look like this.

But Ba Ye him.

Xiang the only bloodline of the royal family, the proud son of heaven, the hope of the Daewoo Kingdom, he is so heroic and extraordinary... It seems that there is nothing in himself that is worthy of him.

"What are you thinking?" Xiang Yaojue approached Li Rang suddenly, raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, his tone was soft and gentle, and slightly calmed Li Rang's turbulent heart.

Li Rang shook his head slightly, wanting to say nothing, but caught a glimpse of the crystal stained on his fingertips.

Li Rang looked at his fingertips, blinked, and looked up at Xiang Yaojue.

There was a smile on the corners of Xiang Yaojue's mouth and eyebrows, and he moved a little closer to Li Rang, letting their breaths touch and intertwine.

Li Rang was a little panicked. Although he drank the medicine for a long time, he still thought that his eyes were hopeless...

He thought it would be good to lose some things in this life... He raised his hand and wiped his eyes, the wetness on the back of his hand reminded him that it was indeed from his eyes.

"I……"

"Hello." Xiang Yaojue happily kissed his eyes, tears were a little salty, but not bitter.

Everything is getting better, isn't it?

"..." Li Rang wiped away the tears from his eyes vigorously with his sleeve. With so much force, one eye was reddened in just two strokes.

It was too late for Xiang Yaojue to stop him. When he pulled his arm away, he saw Li Rang's red eyes and his cheek was scratched. Xiang Yaojue frowned: "What are you doing?"

"Eyes... I thought..." He was already uneasy in his heart, not knowing which side the genius doctor would heal, and it was actually a good thing for him not to cry: "Don't look at me."

"A Jean."

"Don't look at me, I..." The man's mocking words sounded in Li Rang's ears again. He was no longer sure whether he was easily aroused by the man again, and he began to feel uneasy again.

"A Rang... Li Rang, calm down, calm down!!" Xiang Yaojue separated his hands and pressed his face into his arms to protect it.

Li Rang pushed the man several times, his hands drooped weakly, and then he leaned into the man's arms and cried loudly.

He didn't know how long he held back, and how much grievance and tears he held back.

He was afraid, afraid that the more he cried, the more useless he would be.

His low self-esteem, as long as he faces a man, will be infinitely magnified... He also tried not to love him.

It was he who came to find himself, it was him.

The man lifted his dragon robe to wipe Li Rang's tears and snot. Seeing Li Rang's distressed expression, Xiang Yaojue couldn't help but smile: "My little crying bag is back."

Li Rang turned his head sideways, not wanting to return to him.

Xiang Yaojue leaned over: "I used to see you cry, I always thought it was funny, so I always wanted to tease you, now I see your tears..."

Xiang Yaojue took his hand, pressed it on his chest, and then continued: "I don't know why here, it's a ball, it hurts. I won't do it in the future, no matter those words or those things, you There is nothing to fear, it will never happen again."

Li Rang's eyes were red, and his heart softened when he looked at the man squatting in front of him and coaxing him softly.

He nodded immediately: "Yes."

"Then you continue what you just did." He pulled Li Rang to stand up straight again, pointed to his clothes, and signaled him to continue.

Li Rang took off a few layers of clothes for him again. Seeing that there was only one layer of underwear left, he could see the emperor's young body with a slight flick. Li Rang stopped again...

"That's almost it, you lie down, you should be back in a while..." Li Rang flinched again.

He is not a woman, neither has a pretty face, a delicate figure, nor a sweet voice, nor delicate skin...

If they suffer on this one more time...

They didn't seem to be so suitable. In the only memory, the emperor was not in a good mood every time afterwards.

Now that Xiang Yaojue treats him so well, he is even more afraid that their relationship will deteriorate...

"Okay." The emperor didn't push anymore, and he didn't tell Li Rang that he would be back someday.

He lay down on the dragon bed with big thorns, waiting for Li Rang to come to give him a massage. Li Rang gave him a massage while commanding him verbally.

He pushed Li Rang's hand away: "No, let me demonstrate to you, come on, take off your clothes and get down on the ground."

He said seriously.

While Li Rang was hesitating, a certain uncle took it off himself and gave Li Rang a rough idea. Both of them had only one layer of underwear left. Li Rang pulled the clothes and lay down on the bed, hesitating whether he should pull the quilt over or not. , the back suddenly felt cold...

"Ah~"

Li Rang screamed in fright.

Li Rang blushed with embarrassment at the strange sound. He turned over hastily, but felt some wetness on his lower back behind him.

Li Rang asked anxiously: "You... aren't you massaging..."

"Yes, my waist needs a special massage method. I remember you said before that you wanted to learn, and I just learned a little bit. How about I teach you all tonight?"

Li Rang was at a loss. When did he... ah... He didn't talk about massage last time...

"I I I..."

"Don't want to learn from me?" Xiang Yaojue raised his eyebrows, his brows stained a little with anger.

Li Rang shook his head immediately: "I... learn..."