[Wearing the Book] The villain tyrant wants to spoil me

Mo Yihuan felt a little itchy, he quickly turned his head to hide, giggled and said, "It's as if I owe you, what should I compensate you for?"

Ji Yue leaned over and whispered in the young man's ear: "Huan'er, the few days you've been away, I think you're going crazy..."

The man's voice was deep and urgent, and Mo Yihuan's heart moved when he heard it, and his eyes felt a little hot.

... In the past few days after leaving Ji Yue, why hasn't he been like this?

He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but the man couldn't wait to kiss him.

Mo Yihuan closed her eyes, stretched out her arms, and wrapped them around Ji Yue's shoulders.

The belt around his waist was torn apart little by little, and the boy opened his eyes with mist in them: "Your Majesty..."

Ji Yue's movements suddenly froze.

He frowned slightly, as if a little hesitant, and said softly, "Huan'er, during the time you left me, did Song Zheji treat you..."

Mo Yihuan was startled, and then realized what Ji Yue meant.

He was about to deny it, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly changed his mind, swallowed what he was going to say, and pursed his lips.

Seeing the boy's reaction, the man's eyes widened slightly, his black pupils were filled with anger, he tightened his fingers on the boy's shoulders, and raised his voice, "Huan'er, does he really..."

Mo Yihuan looked at the man in front of him who was losing his composure, and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

To be honest, he didn't rush to deny it just now, but he actually had some narrow thoughts in it.He wanted to see how Ji Yue would react, would he be furious?Or...will you think you are "dirty"?

Ji Yue frowned, his eyes were red, and he said with a ferocious expression, "Huan'er, answer me!"

Mo Yihuan was frightened by his appearance, he pretended to be scared, and his eyes quickly turned red: "Your Majesty, you are so fierce..."

Ji Yue was stunned, and the look on his face immediately softened. He stretched out his hand to hold the young man tightly into his arms, and gently stroked his waterfall-like long hair as if to comfort him.

Mo Yihuan could feel Ji Yue's body trembling slightly.

"I'm sorry, Huan'er," the man kissed gently under the corner of his temple, his voice was deep and deep, which made people feel very at ease: "This is all my fault, I didn't protect you well, that's why I let you suffer this kind of grievance. I will never let others hurt you in the future..."

As he spoke, his tone changed, becoming gloomy and cruel again.

"As for the broken halberd of Song Dynasty, I will definitely smash his body into thousands of pieces, and only then can I relieve the hatred in my heart!"

Mo Yihuan could hardly believe her ears.

Ji Yue actually said "I'm sorry" to him.

He was not angry, nor did he despise himself a single word.

...Some are just self-blame and distressed.

A warm wave rushed to his heart, and Mo Yihuan's nose felt a little sore.He snuggled into the man's arms and said softly, "Song Zheji never touched me."

Ji Yue was startled, he pressed Mo Yihuan's shoulder, and said in surprise and joy: "Really?"

Mo Yi laughed and nodded: "...um."

Once again, he was tightly embraced by Ji Yue, with such strength that he almost melted into his flesh and blood.Mo Yihuan was a little suffocated, and lightly beat Ji Yue's back: "Ahem, Your Majesty, I'm about to be strangled to death by you..."

Ji Yue finally let go of him, his eyes met and they were close at hand.

The man's black phoenix eyes were filled with hot and crazy light, and he looked deeply at the young man in front of him, as if he wanted to engrave him in his eyes.

"Huan'er," the thin lips parted slightly, the man's expression turned out to be a little cautious: "Can you promise me that you will stay by my side from now on?"

Mo Yihuan was overwhelmed with emotion, and was about to answer, when the words 520 had said suddenly sounded in his mind.

"...After completing the task, you must leave."

Seeing the hesitant expression of the young man in front of him, Ji Yue asked urgently, "Huan'er?"

Seeing the man's earnest expression, Mo Yihuan felt bitterness in his heart. He opened his mouth and said softly, "I, I am willing to accompany Your Majesty."

Ji Yue's expression softened, he stretched out his hand to caress the boy's cheek, and said with a smile, "That's good, that's good!"

At this time, 520's voice sounded: "Baby, Ji Yue's true love value is +10, and the current true love value is 90..."

Mo Yihuan's heart suddenly turned cold.

... He just said a word, how did he rise so fast?

And at this moment, the man whispered in his ear again: "Then, do you love me?"

520 kindly reminded: "Baby, if you don't want to complete the task directly, then stop talking..."

Mo Yihuan gritted her teeth, simply stretched out her hand to hook Ji Yue's neck, and pressed her lips on her own initiative.

After the kiss, Ji Yue's eyes were a little blurred, and he asked doubtfully, "... Huan'er?"

Mo Yihuan smirked narrowly, deliberately changed the subject and said, "Your Majesty, you are still injured, I think you may not be good enough!"

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the man's face immediately turned dark, and he bullied himself to hold the boy back.

"Then I'll let you see if I can do it!"

The curtain fell, covering the room full of beauty.

In a dark prison cell.

There was the sound of chains rattling, and then the door opened with a creak, and some light came in.The door was closed again, and the visitor held an oil lamp in his hand, and the light was dim.

The person tied to the rack raised his head and looked at the person coming, his shoulders trembled slightly, and a few strange laughter came from his throat.

"Young Master Song! Cough cough, I knew you would come to see me..."

His voice was hoarse and piercing. When he moved, the chains rattled. The clothes on his body were already ragged, the wounds were hideous, and he was almost tortured out of shape.

He raised his face, blood was smeared all over his face, but his eyes shone with surprise, looking almost madly at the man who was approaching him step by step.

Song Zheji approached, scrutinizing the man in front of him expressionlessly.

"His Royal Highness King Qi, it's been so many days, and you're still alive."

He said lightly, his tone as if he was talking about the weather.

Ji Li stared at him blankly, his lips trembling slightly.

Song Zheji showed a worried look on his face: "Is it hard?"

Ji Li opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Song Zheji opened the shackles tied to him, and gently untied the entangled iron chains.

"If you're uncomfortable, I'll let you go." Song Zheji smiled slightly and said, "For the sake of saving me, I can let you choose a way to die."

But Ji Li laughed as if he heard some joke, his body trembled and his eyes were red, as if he was about to cry.

"...Song Zheji, you won't kill me."

Song Zheji looked at him coldly.

"why?"

Ji Li wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and gradually suppressed the smile on his face, his voice echoed in the empty cell:

"Because apart from me, there will be no one who treats you sincerely in this world."

Song Zheji's eyebrows twitched, and the fingers on both sides of his body slightly curled up.But he still said nonchalantly without changing his face: "Really? Then I'm really sad."

"Mr. Song, why do you have to do something forced?" Ji Li said quietly: "You know it clearly, Mo Yihuan doesn't like you, he will never like you."

Song Zheji smiled self-deprecatingly: "I just want to gamble, I don't like uncertain things, I have never gambled in my life, the only time..."

He paused, his eyelashes drooping slightly.

"Ji Li, you should know. When you let Mo Yihuan go, I already lost this bet. And the price for losing is only one word..."

After a moment of silence, Song Zheji raised his eyes and spit out a word expressionlessly.

"……die."

Ji Li looked at him calmly.

"I know." Ji Li said, and smiled again: "Even if you die, I won't let you get him."

Song Zheji looked at the man in front of him, and his eyes were a little sad: "Ji Li, why...won't you let me go?"

Ji Li stretched out his hand, caressed Song Zheji's cheek, and murmured madly: "You can't shake me off, ahem, even if you die, I will stay with you."

Song Zheji didn't move, looked down at Ji Li's hand stroking his face inch by inch, frowned slightly, and said with disgust, "Don't touch me, I think it's dirty."

Hearing the word "dirty", Ji Li's expression froze and the movements of his hands froze, and then Song Zheji pushed him away viciously.

"Ji Li, you make me sick."

Ji Li was stunned, his eyes were flushed, his handsome face was as pale as gold paper, his lips were as red as blood, as charming and enchanting as a bloodthirsty ghost.

"……nausea?"

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, he rushed forward, and reached out to untie the belt around Song Zheji's waist.

Song Zheji looked at him coldly: "What else do you want to do?"

Ji Li looked at him, with tears in his eyes, choked up and said, "Of course I'm sick of you!"

The tie around the man's waist was complicated, and Ji Li couldn't untie it for a while, and it seemed that it was tied into a tight knot. He was annoyed and tugged at it in a disorganized manner.

Song Zheji looked at his clumsy movements with cold eyes, a contemptuous arc curled up on his lips.

"You know, I won't let your plan succeed." He said softly.The tone is calm, but the words that come out are cruel: "Even if you die, I will want you to die first, let you cross the Naihe Bridge to reincarnate, until the next life, you will never..."

Ji Li raised his eyes abruptly, and before he finished speaking, he raised his head and blocked his lips.

Lips touched, Ji Li gently closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

"Stop it, I beg you, stop it..."

Song Zheji's body trembled slightly, and he put his hand on Ji Li's shoulder, but he didn't push him away.

Ji Li closed his eyes and kissed gently, every touch was gentle and careful, as if everything would burst like a bubble if he exerted force.

Song Zheji said softly: "You are not him, and you will never be him."

Ji Li laughed sadly, his shoulders trembling slightly.

"Then you treat me as him and grant me one wish, okay?"