Xianjun's stand-in ran away

Because he was greedy for this moment of intimacy, Lu Mingsi suppressed all corners and anger, carefully maintained Wei Lan's sleepiness, and greedily hoped that this time would be a little longer, a little longer.

Wei Lan was still sleepy, and his mind was not clear enough. He shook twice, leaned on Lu Mingsi's shoulder sleepily, touched the chill on his clothes, frowned uncomfortably, and straightened his neck.

Lu Ming couldn't see him frowning, but seeing him staggering and about to fall on his shoulders again, he spread his palms first and put them on top.

But this time, the closeness that Lu Mingsi longed for did not happen.

The open window blew a gust of cool wind, and Wei Lan was swept by the cold wind, and he suddenly woke up. He stared at the open window blankly, thinking in a daze, did he not close the window before going to bed last night? ?

As if thinking of something, he suddenly turned his head to look at the wooden door that entered and exited the bedroom, and found that the door was still closed.

"..." The corners of Wei Lan's mouth twitched, her expression was indescribable, "Lu Mingsi, do you have any special hobbies? Why don't you knock on the door, but go through the window?"

He pushed the man who was still holding him, motioning for him to let go.

"...It's already time, you haven't gotten up yet..." Lu Mingsi lowered his posture, but in fact, not only did he not let go, but his eyes were red, and he locked the person in his arms even tighter.

He wasn't worried that Wei Lan lived in the same room as that brat, and wanted to knock on the door to come in, but he was afraid that Wei Lan would feel that he didn't trust him because of this behavior, so he wanted to take a look first...

But it was just this glance from the window that allowed him to see a remarkable scene-there were obvious traces of two people sleeping together on the bed, and he also saw a faint red mark from the back of Wei Lan's neck!

Lu Mingsi pursed his lips. Thinking of what he saw just now, he couldn't get rid of his anger, "Didn't you say...he is just a younger brother?"

When he first opened his mouth, his voice still sounded a bit confident and questioning, but when he thought that he had no position to criticize Wei Lan now, his tone became a bit disappointed.

In Wei Lan's ears, he felt a little more wronged, which made him feel strangely soft for a moment.

He subconsciously explained: "No, when I fell asleep last night—"

Just when he was about to explain, certain memories from last night flashed across his mind, and Wei Lan remembered those intermittent whispers.

—Wait, where is Ashue?

Did he... leave?

"Let me go!" Wei Lan's eyes turned red, and she suddenly struggled violently.

While struggling, Wei Lan bumped into Lu Mingsi's chest wound and stepped on his feet, but the more he resisted, the more Lu Mingsi instinctively pulled him into his arms until Wei Lan felt uncomfortable with this meaningless pull. Nai, with a trembling voice turned cold: "Lu Mingsi, let go!"

His indifferent tone was like silver needles piercing Lu Mingsi's heart, making him turn pale instantly, and let go of his hand in a daze.

The moment he let go, Wei Lan ran back to the bed like a rabbit that had escaped the trap, and reached into the quilt to touch it—there was still some warmth under the quilt he was covering last night, and Xueji's side was already icy cold.

The person sleeping on that side has been gone for an unknown amount of time.

Although Wei Lan had a premonition, but this scene really happened, he was still a little uncomfortable.

——Why did you just leave like that?If you encounter any difficulties, why can't you tell yourself?Isn't it enough for Xueji to trust him after getting along for such a long time?

Wei Lan fell down on the bed in a daze, her head drooped, her eyes were red, her temperament was sluggish, and even her black hair seemed a little dull.

Lu Mingsi walked up to him, and was frowned by the messy marks on the bed. His eyes were sharp, as if he wanted to part Wei Lan's drooping black hair, to confirm whether the things he saw before really existed— —

That red, hickey-like mark.

Wei Lan was in a trance until Lu Mingsi appeared in front of him, as if he had found an outlet for the depression that he had nowhere to vent. He instinctively grabbed Lu Mingsi's sleeve, as if he had grasped the last straw, and asked hoarsely: "Do you know where Ashue went?"

After asking, his eyelashes drooped, and he felt somewhat regretful, and said in a daze: "Forget it, you definitely don't know."

If Lu Ming knew what happened last night, it would not be like this at all - he clearly thought what happened to the two of them last night...but what would happen?With Ah Xue's temperament, after being rejected by herself, she would never act recklessly regardless of her own wishes.

After hearing those words that Xueji dared to say after he was in a coma, Wei Lan finally realized belatedly why Xueji had expressed his heart to him so suddenly yesterday—he was Axue's last His concern, the child... is asking him for help.

But what did he do?

He turned him down.

Xueji said, that kind of fate that we can't fight against... what kind of fate?Who are we referring to?Is he the same as Yuchu?

Wei Lan clenched her fingertips tightly, her face became a little pale, and in a trance, he felt that he was deeply trapped in a fog that he couldn't get out of.

——Everyone is aware of his specialness, but they all tacitly hide it from him, leading him to the doomed ending in ignorance.

And the person who broke this fate was Lu Mingsi who broke into the mist by mistake.

The "he" in the sentence "Although I hate that guy, but I have to admit that he may have saved your life" that Ah Xue said refers to Lu Mingsi, right?

To be honest, before meeting Xue Ji, Wei Lan didn't resist the so-called fate. He knew that his birth as a god son of the Wu Clan was abnormal, but because of his deep love for the Wu Clan, he never thought of going to the Wu Clan. To find out what secrets are hidden behind one's own origin, and to control one's own life is only given by them, if they want it, they can just take it...

Until Lu Mingsi appeared arbitrarily, opened up a corner of a new world for him, and tossed his original fate curve into a mess.

He is no longer just a son of God who lived and died for the Wu Clan, but also the bird that belongs to Lu Mingsi alone.

Lu Ming has learned not to let go, and he doesn't want him to let go now.

He wanted to find out what happened to Xueji, so he had to face Jixuan, and Jixuan happened to have a sword feud with Lu Mingsi... Look, what a suitable helper?

Wei Lan's lips curled up slightly, she raised her eyes, and gave Lu Mingsi a light glance.

Lu Ming didn't notice the change in Wei Lan's expression, because he was concentrating on confirming something.

——Because of her posture, Wei Lan's long hair hangs down from both sides, just exposing a piece of skin on the back of her neck. Fair and distinct.

...hickey?

Lu Mingsi stretched out his hand uncontrollably, touched that piece of skin, and said in a cool tone, "That brat has treated you like this, do you still miss him?"

He still had the chill from outside, his fingertips were icy cold, and Wei Lan's skin was inexplicably hot when he touched it. Such a special position awakened the remnants of Wei Lan's body in a violent and irresistible posture. those loving memories.

——At that time, Lu Mingsi liked the weak points of the human body the most. After he left a hickey on the back of Wei Lan's neck, he couldn't help kissing and rubbing with his fingertips over and over again, wanting to Let the traces of ownership remain on Wei Lan for a longer time...

But Wei Lan has a special physique, such traces will fade away in less than two hours. During the period when they just formed a bond, Lu Mingsi once got serious with him. Obviously, this is not something that Wei Lan can control. He insisted on asking Wei Lan to keep the hickey on her skin for more than a day

As a result, for a whole day, the two of them didn't do anything, just huddled in the bedroom and lingered.

That whole day, every minute and every second, Lu Mingsi would grope to leave more marks on his body, kissing him over and over again tirelessly.

Wei Lan trembled unspeakably, his body tensed up instinctively, he subconsciously bit his lips, and tremblingly said: "... What are you doing?"

The voice trembled vaguely, as if ringing in the bottom of Lu Mingsi's heart, making Lu Mingsi, who was also remembering how to make such traces, aroused waves of waves in his heart.

——Has Lanlan ever used such a voice to talk to that brat?

Lu Mingsi's eyes gradually turned red, and there was a surge of violence that was about to come out.

He rubbed the small piece of skin on the back of Wei Lan's neck, and the strength in his hands gradually lost control.

That way it can be wiped clean...

Lu Mingsi's eyes were dark, and his hands became more and more forceful.

Wei Lan was rubbed so that half of her body was numb, and she didn't know what he was going to do, but after he became stronger, he brought a faint burning sensation. The needle-like pain made Wei Lan wake up suddenly, and she slapped away He took his hand, with a bit of anger: "Lu Mingsi, what are you doing?!"

Facing Shang Weilan's accusing gaze, Lu Mingsi clenched his fingers slightly, lowered his eyes, and said lightly: "...dirty."

Wei Lan rubbed the back of her hot neck, with a faint blush on her face, she felt that he was unreasonable, "Even if you get something on it, it will definitely be rubbed off by you, if you want to take advantage, just say , there is no need to covertly make excuses."

Lu Mingsi pinched his fingertips even tighter, and his face was stained with a layer of darkness.

Just because it can't be wiped off...

——However, there is a way, which can definitely cover the "dirty things".

Lu Ming brushed away Wei Lan's long hair, and under the man's confused gaze, pressed his fingertips on the back of his neck again: "...Can I kiss you here?"

Lu Mingsi exerted some force on his fingertips, and the originally cold skin was already covered with the heat from Wei Lan's body. When he pressed down slightly, there was a hidden and strong force, which made Wei Lan's body go limp.

"...No." The fingertips propped on the bed gripped the quilt tightly, Wei Lan's words of refusal were a little soft, sounding lack of confidence.

Lu Mingsi paused for a moment with his fingertips protruding down, the shadows in his eyes became heavier, "...why not?"

His fingertips left shallow dents on the hot skin, which also gave Wei Lan a tingling sensation. He couldn't bear this kind of torture, so he brushed off Lu Mingsi's hand in a little panic, Pulled up the collar of the obscene clothes to cover the skin, "There is no reason, you and I are not in a bonded relationship anymore, why do you do that kind of intimate thing?"

Wei Lan put her palms on her back collar, staring at Lu Mingsi with a pair of amber eyes, half hidden and half showing a bit aggressive.

"So... I can't, can he do it?" Lu Mingsi rubbed his fingertips that had touched Wei Lan's skin just now, and he didn't know if he was missing the body temperature on it, or he wanted to completely destroy some dirty things.