Lanshan Snow

are you willing?

Wizard Thule's fingers gently traced the face of the boy in his arms, every undulating line, every shadow of the fire... Will you be his sun that never sets?Willing to be his private ray?Are you willing to respond to his deep and terrifying love?

The changing dim red and bright yellow illuminated the eyes of the young wizard like a glacier.

As long as his Allan responds, he will immediately drag Allan into his own muddy river, devour him completely, and not a single bone will remain.

He is waiting.

His Allan didn't keep him waiting long.

After figuring out what he meant, the young master wrestled his hand from the warm bearskin cloak—no, it wasn't a refusal: the white fingers, which were almost translucent in the firelight, grabbed Wizard Thule's hand and pulled it into his mouth. The bottom of the heavy cloak...the fingertips touched the delicate skin.

warm.

A little damp.

Vertical, raised, half-bent, hooked up... a beautiful Thule letter, the young master bit his lip lightly, and looked into the eyes of the Thule wizard shyly. Their fingers were hidden under the cloak. The young man's slender His fingers trembled a little, leading the wizard's fingertips, leading him to write on himself.

A noun, a proper case...

a noun.

—The Thin Lamp is Arlo's.

After the last stroke, the young master leaned close to Wizard Tule's cheek and whispered, "I am willing, Aluo."

The fingers under the wizard Tule's cloak suddenly tightened, like the sharp claws of a goshawk, firmly clasping the naive and bold Arlan, with a hoarse voice: "Say it again."

He clasped it so tightly and with great force, his voice was hoarse and deep, and the hidden emotions were so strong that it was almost terrifying.

But the young master only bit his ear a little: "I am willing...Ah Luo, my Hu Gecuo."

As soon as the words fell, the Thule wizard suddenly lifted him up.

The bearskin cloak was half open at once.

The Thule wizard hooped and locked Arlan, not allowing him to resist, not allowing him to struggle, biting and kissing the words he had just written on his body, as if he wanted to swallow all the strokes into his own flesh and blood... ... Qiu Bodeng yelled hastily, not only did not stop, but also bowed up, hugging his lover's head tightly.

"Alo, Hugecuo, Aluo..."

Qiu Bodeng shouted indiscriminately.

Take the initiative to send yourself to the teeth of your lover.

He doesn't know how to "love". After all, the poetry, etiquette, and righteousness of the Central Plains don't teach this. What he has is enthusiasm, with the enthusiasm of a boy's innocence—since he promised the Thule wizard to love him, then He will give his all, without reservation.

Whatever Thule wizard wants, he is willing to give.

What is being polluted?

What is being monopolized?

When he gets sick, even if Wizard Thule really wants to chew him into his belly, he can even break his own bones to make it easier for his lover to swallow him alive—as long as his lover , Willing to give him another bloody sweetness before his life is gone.

There is no way, he is a terminally ill lonely patient.

But tonight he tasted the sweetness of the taboo, when the words of the Thule wizard shattered his sanity net, his loneliness, his despair, his bewilderment and bewilderment were all shattered—love!Not the love of parents, not the love of brothers and friends, not the love of loyal servants.

Is a person who loves crazier than his own life.

It is love that makes two separate beings into one.

He no longer needs to be alone, he no longer has to pretend to be normal when he is obviously sick, someone can be his brain, his heart, his body, his thinking and reason.

The bearskin cloak slid down onto the beige planks.

The fire light changes on the skin, the bright yellow is like holy light, the warm red is like blood, and the shadows are like demons, flowing and interlacing... This is a strange and terrifying scene: the young Arlan and the adult Hu Gecuo, their bones twisted Holding bones, breath twisting breath, two independent living people, like two trees growing together.

Heterogeneous.

They are all solitary outliers.

Some loneliness needs to be solved by being possessed, and some loneliness needs to be solved by possessing.In such a twisted and terrifying relationship, they found evidence of each other's existence.

—Because I love you, Arlan, I love you.

—I do, Arlo.

The clear answer echoed in the mind over and over again, breaking the minds of the two of them over and over again.

Obviously, he had vaguely guessed the answer, but when he actually heard it with his own ears, the feeling was completely different.

It's incredible!

The young master simply couldn't understand.

Why do those Taoists and those famous Confucian universities strictly prohibit this word? Why should love be ashamed?Why should love be euphemistic?Why should love be subtle, why should it be restrained!

Do not understand, do not understand.

If a person is already lonely and restless to the point of going crazy, why let him guess what the sense of security is?Why let him worry about gains and losses, and think about the emotions hidden behind Fu Bixing's rhetorical metaphors?

He is like the dry earth, cracked and dried up.

What he needs is not a gentle trickle, let alone a spring that cannot be smaller!

——Where are those enough!

"Kiss me, A Luo!" The young master's cheeks were sickly red, and his beautiful black pupils gleamed in the firelight. One set, all kicked aside hard. "Kiss me, I'm yours!"

He wants the river, the sea, and love like destruction.

The firelight also shone on the Thule wizard.

The bones were undulating and tense like a cheetah. He picked up his Al-Lan and poured out endless kisses without hesitation—only one Qiu Bodeng was enough, but he gave countless kisses.

"Okay! I'm yours!"

Qiu Bodeng was so happy that he could hardly breathe.

He stretched out his hand and hugged Tule wizard desperately, the madness and enthusiasm brought about by transgressing the taboo, like fire, flashed on his face, splashing out the reckless behavior not inferior to the snowfield tribe.He laughed and screamed, sending himself into the hands of his lover, no matter what—he was willing to be cut open, willing to be kissed in the heart.

Boom!

dong dong!

The drumbeats of the new year and the old year are pounding heavily.

The tribal warriors who participated in the feast poured wine into the sky at the same time, and the Tule girls dancing by the fire spun and sang at the same time... The flame burned the old year!A new year is born out of dead wood!Everything is brand new, new life, new beginning, new world!

In the new world, the Thule wizard once again hugged his lover.

To the sound of the drum that announced the end of the previous year, the Thule wizard kissed his Arlan, long and tender.

When the bell finished and the new year came, the wizard lowered his head, grabbed Qiu Bodeng's hand, and led him to write on his heart with his fingertips.Likewise, a noun, a possessive case, a name...

Arlo, it's thin light.

The light at the foot of the mountain illuminated Qiu Bodeng's eyes.

His last sliver of sanity was also destroyed.

In the spiritual net, the superficial thinking is open, the subconscious is open, and the deepest spiritual core is open to intruders, waiting for a thorough mark from the Thule wizard: to engrave a new self-cognition into his core of self-cognition, a line exclusively for him Self-awareness of Thule wizards.

You can engrave whatever you want.

"Ah Luo," Qiu Bodeng put his cheek close to Wizard Thule and whispered, "Mark me thoroughly."

——In this way, they all have an unbreakable sense of security.