Heartthrob collapsed today 2

When he said these words, all the hot air exhaled from Yang Yi's lips sprayed onto the back of Fu Zhenhong's hands, and the heat quickly lingered in the narrow space between the two of them.

The atmosphere gradually changed from tense to ambiguous.

Yang Yi moved his eyelids, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Fu Zhenhong from the top up. There was a kind of warmth and elegance in his dark eyes and a softness that seemed to contain everything, and his pupils were extremely clear. It bears the appearance of Fu Zhenhong.

Such soft eyes, almost tender affection.

Not only can people relax their vigilance easily, but it can also give the person who is stared deeply the illusion of being loved.

At this moment, Yang Yi's lips were once again attached to Fu Zhenhong's fingertips, but this time, it was not the same unintentional dawdling as before, but a real kiss with Fu Zhenhong's lips. With red fingertips, he slowly called out these two words: "Master..."

Obviously it was the same address as everyone in the church called, but when he said it, it added a touch of affection.It seemed that at this moment, the relationship between him and Fu Zhenhong was no longer just a simple superior and subordinate, but a more intimate...like a sympathizer.

Fu Zhenhong's eyes were slightly raised, and he pinched Yang Yi's chin with his hands. His hands were slender and slender, as beautiful as exquisite works of art, as if he couldn't lift more strength, but such hands, but Turning the martial arts world upside down, at this moment, the strength of pinching Yang Yi's chin is not weak at all.

"Are you seducing me?" Fu Zhenhong didn't show any anger on her face, she just asked leisurely.

Yang Yi didn't care about the threat of his jaw that could easily crush his bones, but thought seriously for two seconds before answering: "This subordinate just likes the leader a little bit." He said this without hesitation. In a word, there was no hesitation or timidity at all.

Fu Zhenhong let go of the strength in his hand, and stared straight at Yang Yi. Fu Zhenhong didn't see any flaws in the other's eyes.

This Yang Yi can pretend more than he imagined.

Fu Zhenhong smiled, and said in a casual tone, "You said you liked me a little?"

Yang Yi nodded. In fact, this sentence is not completely false, although most of it is gambling.Because just now, Yang Yi suddenly linked Dongfang Invincible with the person who might secretly draw more attention and promote him these days.

If that person is really Dongfang Bubai, it means that a certain point in him has attracted the attention of the other party, at least for now, he is safe.

But regardless of this point, Yang Yi really felt that Dongfang Bubai in front of him was attractive, and he was indeed attracted.

So Yang Yi nodded again under Fu Zhenhong's scrutiny, "This subordinate wants to stay by the leader's side."

"Oh?" The corners of Fu Zhen's red lips spread out a little: "Want to stay by my side? In what capacity?"

Before Yang Yi could answer, Fu Zhenhong said jokingly, "Do you love men?"

Yang Yi's expression didn't change much when he heard this, and these two words, which are somewhat humiliating to a man, didn't seem to make him feel so unbearable.

A few seconds later, when Fu Zhenhong's interest was about to fade, Yang Yi replied: "If this subordinate can become the leader of the sect."

"Interesting." Fu Zhenhong laughed, without affirming or denying positively, and did not intend to entangle too much on this topic, but ordered: "Undress me and take a bath."

"Yes." Yang Yi took the order and followed Fu Zhenhong to the bathroom.

The bathroom is in the side hall of Fu Zhenhong's residence. It is very spacious. In the center is a circular bathtub. The bathtub is very large and can accommodate more than ten people.

The water in the bath was warm, and there was a thin layer of mist on the surface of the water. The mist floated in the air, and the dense water droplets made the whole space a bit hazy.

Fu Zhenhong walked to the bathing pool, Yang Yi followed, stood directly in front of Fu Zhenhong, lowered his eyes, and untied Fu Zhenhong's belt.

Although Yang Yi appeared to be very calm on the surface, in fact, his heart was not as calm as the surface at the moment. It was just because of his personality. The habits he had developed over the years made his heart more turbulent, and his expression calmer.

The red belt trimmed with gold was untied by Yang Yi, because he didn't want the belt to slide down directly, Yang Yi leaned slightly to take it off round by round.

Because of his movements, his arms seemed to wrap around Fu Zhenhong's waist.

Very thin.

This was Yang Yi's first reaction. Although it can't be described with the words similar to women's grasping, he can completely encircle this too thin and flexible waist with one arm.

Sensing the gaze from above his head, Yang Yi said in a low voice, "Please raise your hands, Master."

Fu Zhenhong raised her arm as she said, so that Yang Yi could take off the silk belt around his waist for him.

This process could obviously be very simple and quick, but after Yang Yi took off the belt, it took about a minute.

Without the restraint of the belt, the long gown on Fu Zhenhong's body became even looser, and the fabric at the neckline slid down to the sides of his shoulders, revealing a small and delicate collarbone and snow-white round shoulders.

And Fu Zhenhong's hair itself was loosely scattered behind her back, casual but not messy, but a kind of extremely free and easy laziness.

In his body, there is obviously no seduction or temptation, but there is a kind of seductive power slowly flowing out of thousands of temptations.

Yang Yi's gaze unconsciously moved along Fu Zhenhong's neck to his collarbone and shoulders.

Yang Yi remembered that Dongfang Bubai in the original novel brandished a sword from the palace because of practicing the Sunflower Canon, and completely became an eunuch who was neither male nor female.In some derivative works, Dongfang Bubai's posture is gradually moving closer to the female body structure.

Yang Yi is sure that the Dongfang Bubai in front of him has already become one of the most famous martial arts in Swordsman, the Sunflower Book. As for the others...

With a bit of vague curiosity and a bit of subtle thought, Yang Yi subconsciously shifted his gaze to the chest of the man in front of him.

Although it is covered by clothes, it can be seen intuitively that the place is flat, and the exposed skin looks like flawless white jade.

"You are so bold." Fu Zhenhong suddenly said something unclear, "Just with your eyes, I can kill you without a whole body."

Hearing this, Yang Yi immediately took half a step back, lowered his head, and replied, "This subordinate has crossed the line." He spoke sincerely, but he didn't know if there was any regret in the eyes covered by his hair because he lowered his head, so he just Unknown.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows, didn't say much, just said: "Continue."

After hearing this, Yang Yi nodded, moved from in front of Fu Zhenhong to behind Fu Zhenhong, then raised his hand, and took off Fu Zhenhong's shirt.

And because Yang Yi happened to be stacking the shirt that he had taken off on his arm, he could only see Fu Zhenhong's back partially covered by his hair, and Fu Zhenhong had already descended into the bath.

Fu Zhenhong did not let Yang Yi leave. Yang Yi glanced at Fu Zhenhong who was leaning against the edge of the bath, then walked to the screen and hung his clothes on it.

After finishing all this, Yang Yi stood there for two seconds, with an indecipherable thought in his eyes, and after looking at Fu Zhenhong who opened his arms and rested his hands on the edge casually, he lifted his foot and walked away. come over.

He walked behind Fu Zhenhong, sat down on his knees, and gently placed his hand on the back of Fu Zhenhong's.Just as a guard in yellow shirts, Yang Yi's behavior is undoubtedly overstepping, but with the more intimate ambiguity before, his behavior at this moment has a sense of naturalness that should be so.

Fu Zhenhong closed her eyes, enjoying the relaxing feeling of the warm water against his skin, and ignored Yang Yi.

Yang Yi felt that Fu Zhenhong didn't care much about letting go of his thoughts, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"...Master..." He softly called Fu Zhenhong, and the hand on the back of Fu Zhenhong's hand also began to move, his fingers lifted slightly, and the fingertips moved along Fu Zhenhong's arm, slowly swipe across Fu Zhenhong The skin finally came to Fu Zhenhong's shoulder.

His palm was warm, and when it covered Fu Zhenhong's shoulders, because there was no barrier, the temperature on his palm seemed to be transmitted to Fu Zhenhong's body.

Fu Zhenhong slowly opened her eyes.

And Yang Yi also paused slightly because of the delicate and smooth touch of the palm, and was in a trance for a moment.

The seducer is seduced...

Yang Yi didn't know if he was like this at the moment.

He quickly retracted his scattered thoughts, scooped out water with his hands and poured it on Fu Zhenhong's arms, watching the moist water drops slowly rolling down, moistening every inch of Fu Zhenhong's skin.

At the same time, on the second basement floor of the cell.

Ren Woxing, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and he looked at the dripping water at the corner not far away.

The ticking sound was particularly harsh in the dark and gloomy underground cell.

The drop of water dripped faster than the daytime, and every ticking sound was clearly transmitted to Ren Woxing's eardrums.

Ren Woxing is in this cell where no sunlight can be seen, and he cannot distinguish day and night from the sky outside the window, but he can judge the approximate time by the speed at which the water droplets are dripping.

Because when the water flow is fast, generally speaking, there is only one possibility, and that is when Dongbubai is bathing.

At this time, the time is night.

As long as Ren Woxing thinks of being locked in this dark dungeon without sunlight, the killing intent in his heart will become stronger.

It was damp, cold, and gloomy here. He was like a shameless mouse, but Dongfang Bubai took his place, and he was admired and worshiped by everyone on that throne.

The huge gap caused thick haze to accumulate in Ren Woxing's eyes, his hands were clenched into fists, and his nails sank deep into the flesh, leaving a glaring bloodstain.

The ticking sound of the water made Ren Woxing irritated, and the thoughts that had been calmed down during the day were easily broken, and he repeated it almost every night.

His mind was full of Dongfang Bubai, thinking about how to get out of here, thinking about how to make Dongfang Bubai his prisoner, and taste what it was like to be imprisoned, and under this feeling of hatred, listening The sound of running water, but unconsciously thinking in his mind, the images of those moist water droplets rolling slowly on Dongfang Bubai's skin that is more delicate and fair than a woman.