I want it all

Shen Feiyun managed to laugh enough, covered his stomach and straightened up, thinking: besides you, who else have I ever thought about.

He raised his eyes, and only glanced at Su Lang roughly, seeing the indignant expression in his eyes, he knew that the other party was trying to eat.

"Three times." Shen Feiyun held up three fingers, leaned in front of Su Lang, and said very viciously, "I was born at the age of 19, and children from ordinary families can walk, but I only got along with people three times, why did I become a womanizer?" Hungry ghost?"

Su Lang thought of those three times, the first time he forced him, and the next two times he appeared in the form of Mo Tingfeng, he couldn't help feeling angry, his face turned blue and white.

Now Su Lang is much better, he can speak and move, but he can't walk yet, Shen Feiyun is not coaxing each other like before, all bad thoughts come to him.

He knew that Su Lang hated him, but he still smiled and said: "Your junior brother Su Lang is fair and beautiful. He looks as cold as ice on the top of a snow mountain, but when he hugged me, he lived up to his name, and he was very rough."

This is not over yet, he continued to stimulate Su Lang.

"It's the same with Mo Tingfeng. Once he sees me, he can't walk. He wants to throw himself into his arms. It's up to me. I refused several times, but he didn't feel the slightest coldness. He just wanted to lighten me."

In the end, Shen Feiyun spread his hands and asked helplessly: "Tell me, I don't have lust, and if someone else is born to get into my arms, this account will also fall on me?"

Each of these three paragraphs of his words hit Su Lang head and face, it seemed that Su Lang was impatient and very hungry in front of him, and he would accept Su Lang and Mo Tingfeng as if he had no choice but to call him Su Lang. Lang became angry from embarrassment.

"Shut up!" Su Lang shouted.

Shame, resentment, and possession...

All kinds of complicated emotions were mixed together, seeping straight into the apex of his heart, piercing him right through.

"I really want to kill you to vent my anger."

Su Lang tried his best to grab Shen Feiyun's collar and pull him in front of him.

"I want to imprison you in a cage, tie you up in chains, and stain my body with my traces and smell. Every day when you open your eyes, you can only see me. Whenever you think of others in your heart, I will slash you. It hurts so much that you quit thinking you shouldn't have, and only me is left with your eyes full..."

are you crazy.

After Shen Feiyun listened, there was only one thought in his mind, maybe Su Lang was overwhelmed by the stimulation.

He cleared his throat and said embarrassingly: "I'm not going to play anymore, it's boring, I knew you were..."

The remaining word "Su Lang" was swallowed into his lips and teeth, and he didn't know who swallowed it.

Su Lang's strength didn't recover much, his right arm could only wrap around Shen Feiyun's neck vaguely, with his arm hanging on the back of his neck, and his other hand gently pinched Shen Feiyun's shoulder.

After half a cup of tea, Shen Feiyun gave up resisting, his mind went blank, and he immersed himself in Su Lang's offering.

It's just a kiss, but it makes people forget what it is, and I don't know when it will be.

until……

"Well--"

Shen Feiyun straightened up and sat on the edge of the bed, covered his lips and frowned, complaining: "Your mouth is too heavy."

Blood flowed from the mouth, slowly flowing along the cracks between the knuckles.

"Heh." Su Lang sneered, "You are so half-hearted, seeing someone who loves the other, I...I..."

Shen Feiyun waited for the blood to stop, and went to the washbasin to wash his hands. The tenderness and sweetness he had not long ago dissipated instantly, and the thought of confession also disappeared without a trace.

"That's how I go from time to time, from time to time, from time to time," Shen Feiyun said calmly, "I like the new and dislike the old, and see the difference, I am such a bastard. But why do you like a bastard like me again? You are so hurt that you are dying, and you keep yelling my name."

"Because I will drag you to hell with me even if I am a ghost!" Su Lang's eyes gradually turned red, "How dare I let a man like you do harm to the world, and I will die with you when I die."

After Shen Feiyun washed his hands and dried them, he turned around and asked condescendingly:

"Can you speak well?"

Su Lang stared at him closely, the tails of his eyes were slightly red, and there was still a smear of blood on his mouth, forcibly turning Qi Yuwen's elegant face into a bit coquettish.

He paused every word: "What do you want me to say?"

Shen Feiyun was also quite powerless, and sighed: "I also just want to be united with one person forever and never leave. Could this person be you? And who are you, can you be honest with me?"

Su Lang was dumbfounded for a moment, struggled again and again, gritted his teeth, and said, "Didn't you say that we will go back to Yangzhou to find Su Lang after the matter is completed?"

"Yes."

Before Shen Feiyun didn't know that Qi Yuwen was Su Lang pretending to be, he really thought so.

Even now, he is also looking forward to this, hoping that Su Lang will recover as soon as possible, everything will be over early, and the two can return to Yangzhou to confess, and then get to know each other.

"You..." Su Lang hesitated, and finally made up his mind, "I won't tell Su Lang about you and Mo Tingfeng... and me... Anyway, after you see Su Lang, treat him wholeheartedly, don't Goodbye, farewell."

Shen Feiyun was still lost in his heart, but couldn't help laughing, and asked, "What about you? You like me so much, are you going to give in and hand me over to Su Lang?"

"Do you like me?" Su Lang's heart was bleeding, but he still asked this question.

"I like it." Shen Feiyun shrugged, "If I don't like you, how can I spare no effort to do everything myself, lest you make a mistake; how can I share the bed with you, and have longing thoughts about you; how can I Are you unhappy because your words are so absurd?"

With a solemn expression, he said very seriously: "I have never told you about this before, but now I will explain it to you - I naturally love you very much, and I want to be by your side all the time, and I don't think it is necessary to take care of you." A little hard work."

Shen Feiyun did not expect that his sincere words would become a heart-wrenching blade in Su Lang's ears.

"You've only known me for a few months," Su Lang unconsciously raised his hand to cover his heart, "That's it...so hard..."

He originally thought that Shen Feiyun was the only one who forged swords for him and played chess with him.

But it doesn't seem to be the case.

Shen Feiyun knew that Mo Tingfeng was the son of an enemy, and knew that Mo Tingfeng had murderous intentions towards Jian Yishan at the beginning, but later he also invited him to travel in the mountains and rivers, and was willing to help protect him and make skin-to-skin contact.

When Shen Feiyun saw Qi Yuwen who he was pretending to be, he also stepped forward to greet him with a friendly attitude.

The two of them rode in the carriage together, sleeping together day and night, the interior of the carriage was cramped, not to mention sharing the same bed, shoulder to shoulder and leg to leg were normal, but Shen Feiyun's expression remained the same and he did not shy away from it at all.

"The days you've been with me are already longer than those with Su Lang..." Su Lang suddenly figured it out and muttered to himself.

At this moment, he really regarded himself as Qi Yuwen.

It was the first time in his life that he entered the play like this, and he wished he could replace it.

Obviously he is the one who enjoys Shen Feiyun's love, but he thinks that this love is for Qi Yuwen, so he hates himself, and hates why he is not Qi Yuwen.

Thinking of this, Su Lang decided to hide the truth, so he closed his eyes with great unwillingness.

After Shen Feiyun had finished his good words, he was very tired. After saying "have a good rest", he turned off the lights and went to bed with Su Lang in his arms, ready to sleep and put the unpleasant things behind him.

Halfway through his sleep, his lips tingled slightly, and someone was kissing his wound.

"Don't make trouble."

Shen Feiyun scolded softly, held Su Lang's hands, pressed down on his waist, restrained him, and told him worriedly: "You can move just now, you can't even walk, don't use your brains, I'm really not in love Evil ghost, I won’t take a wounded person like you lightly.”

"You don't want to?" Su Lang said quietly, then paused, "Or not?"

I can do it, others don't know, you still don't know?

Shen Feiyun only felt the bumps on his forehead, he endured it, and suppressed: "It's not that I can't, it's that you can't, my young master, please do me a favor, don't cause me any trouble, stay safe, and take care of your wounds."

"Before you... touched me, I can feel it." In the darkness, Su Lang's voice was a little strange, "So you didn't touch me at that time because I was still hurt, then if I get better..."

Shen Feiyun interrupted flatly: "It will take half a month to walk, and if I can't talk about it for another month, I will recover for a year. I don't want to only care about my own happiness and cause you to suffer from the root cause of the disease."

"You don't have to bear it, it's up to you."

Little bastard, little pervert.

Shen Feiyun cursed secretly, and lightly bit the back of Su Lang's neck.

Su Lang wanted to move again, but Shen Feiyun couldn't take it anymore, he clicked on the sleeping point, and finally found tranquility, but after all the tossing and turning, he couldn't sleep.

·

Half a month later, as Shen Feiyun said, Su Lang was able to walk on the ground.

Shen Feiyun supported him and walked outside.

Su Lang hadn't seen sunlight for a long time, he couldn't open his eyes for a while, closed his eyes and bowed his head.

Shen Feiyun raised his hand to cover him from the sunlight, and after a long time of getting used to it, when the time was right, he let go slowly.

"I'll do it myself." Su Lang pushed Shen Feiyun, supported the wall, and walked slowly and with difficulty. Every step was extremely difficult, worse than that of a toddler.

After walking half a circle along the wooden house, he finally couldn't hold it anymore, his forehead was pressed against the wooden board, and he was out of breath.

This progress far exceeded Shen Feiyun's expectations, but Su Lang was obviously not satisfied, and instead felt that he was extremely incompetent, even unable to do such a simple task as walking.

"No rush." ​​Shen Feiyun comforted him.

He took a step forward, put his arms around Su Lang's waist, and supported him, without the other party's effort to stand still.

Su Lang was already thin, especially with a slender waist. At the beginning, he put on a piece of fake leather and hid a soft sword in his waist, so he could barely look like Lu Yueran.

Now that he has injured his bones, he has walked in front of the Hall of Yama, and he is ridiculously thin. He lacks exercise, and the muscles in his body are reduced, and his whole body can be blown away by a gust of wind.

To feed him fat, Shen Feiyun thought to himself.

He kissed the back of Su Lang's neck, and encouraged him: "You are much better than I expected, and you will be able to gain muscle in one month and start using your internal strength."

With him here, Su Lang will definitely be able to grow up white and fat.

He was full of confidence and was overjoyed, but Su Lang felt unwilling and beat the wooden wall heavily, saying in a hateful voice: "Damn it!"

This prickly piranha.

Shen Feiyun couldn't help laughing out loud, wrapped the person in his arms, and gently kissed him softly, from the ears to the back of the neck, he felt that there was a lot of tenderness in his heart, and he couldn't give it all away, so that Su Lang could understand.

"It will be fine soon." He said with a smile.