The invincible chivalrous fragrance of the East

"How many times is it enough to die?"

The man smiled, his brows relaxed, and a calm smile gradually appeared on his handsome face. He tilted his head and lightly pecked the palm of Dongfang Bubai's left hand, which still had a scar, and gently licked the spot with his wet tongue along with the coating. , indescribably gentle.

Then, he looked straight at Dongfang Bubai and said, "As long as you think about it, I won't regret dying, anyway..."

He held Dongfang Bubai's wrist with one hand, then stretched his neck forward, kissed those indifferent lips, pierced his tongue forcefully, and teased the soft palate until both of them felt His breath became unstable.

"Anyway?" Dongfang Bubai raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile when his lips parted.

The man smiled and said, "Anyway, I'm already yours, aren't I?"

Dongfang Bubai sneered, and said: "Sometimes I really wonder if you are Zhao Nuanzhou, or you have a conspiracy to get close to me. The Zhao Nuanzhou I know never speaks a nice word."

The man leaned forward, pressed against his chest through the clothes on his body, and felt Dongfang Bubai's pair of red chestnuts gradually stand up, a sly smile crossed his lips, and said softly: "Isn't it, yours?" The body should be the clearest..."

He took Dongfang Bubai's right hand, let the pair of catkins come to his body under the expression of the other party's eyebrows, and finally came to that fiery place, felt the hardness of that place, and saw Dongfang Bubai's invincibility without accident. A rare look of shame.

But this man was still teasing with a smile in his ear at this time, "Do you like it, this is what is buried in your body every day."

There was a moment of daze, but soon Dongfang Bubai grasped the thing not to be outdone, and said, "That's all."

There was a hint of anger on the delicate and beautiful face, which made Zhao Nuanzhou feel joy from the bottom of his heart. God knows how much he is keen on Dongfang Bubai's expression, but the man is not willing to give in to his lover's sophistry and doubts, he Attached to the white jade ear, smiled and said: "Is that so, then how about giving it a try?"

As soon as the ambiguous words came out, it was like a spark ignited, and then it was out of control.

When Dongfang Bubai's back completely sank into the soft fabric of the reclining chair, his head was raised up naturally, and there was a man's familiar and peaceful aura on his body, which made people worry whether they would drown in such tenderness and affection.

Because Dongfang Bubai didn't like Zhao Nuanzhou's disguised face, the man had already removed the disguise when he came here to look for him. He only saw the familiar face of this man, and he just felt at ease.

No amount of words seemed superfluous at this moment. When the man stepped forward to enter, he suddenly didn't want to practice luck. For some reason, he just hoped to be filled by the man at this moment.It's just simply blending together.

The study room has always been his office, and occasionally it was used for private matters such as secret meetings with Lu Yaoyuan, correspondence with Shen Youlian, or even interviews with Wu Ci'er, but he never thought of doing such a thing in this place, perhaps because his head was hot, Maybe it was because of the man's inexplicable bewitchment that he didn't admit that he was really in love with Zhao Nuanzhou this time, but he felt that maybe he was a little tempted.

This is not a good thing.

When the man was jerking, sweat dripped down his forehead, making him feel slightly hot. A drop of it just happened to land on the side of Dongfang Bubai's eyelids, and then it slowly trickled down the side of his cheeks, drawing an inexplicable stream of water. Stains that look like tear stains.

I wanted to complain about this man, but when I opened my mouth, it was full of emotional groans. There was a moment of melting ice in my heart, but I felt it was such a dangerous signal.

When the intercourse was over, the man moved, as if he wanted to get out. He knew that Dongfang Bubai was not practicing kung fu this time, because he could not feel the fluctuation and fullness himself, so he thought about not taking the hot liquid. Pour it into Dongfang Bubai's body, after all, it's troublesome to clean up.

But he grabbed Zhao Nuanzhou's clothes corner with one hand, and the man looked at the person below him, his face was flushed and blue hair was messy, his vermilion lips were slightly parted, and he was talking in a low voice.

"Just put it in there."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Nuanzhou couldn't help pouring that love into the corridor.

After the fun, Dongfang Bubai lay lazily and didn't want to move anymore. Zhao Nuanzhou smiled, thinking that he and Dongfang Bubai did such a thing in such a place, and suddenly felt a great achievement sense and satisfaction.

"Lift it up... it's dirty," he took a handkerchief, and stretched out his hand to wipe Dongfang Bubai's acupuncture point, which was still opening and closing, hot fluid was flowing down, soiling the heels of his legs.

His voice became hoarse and weird because of the previous voice change. After he got used to it, he thought it was okay, but for some reason, Dongfang Bubai raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Nuanzhou, feeling that the voice was getting more and more annoying.

"Can't you change your voice?" He asked.

The man was a little embarrassed, and said, "It's just a trivial matter that I suffered some poisonous encroachment, but the voice can't be recovered."

Hearing this, Dongfang Bubai felt displeased, thinking that this man was afraid that he would find out his real body and tried his best, it was not worth it.

"Are you stupid?" For some reason, he felt irritable in his heart, glanced at Zhao Nuanzhou, and Dongfang Bubai didn't want to talk to this man anymore.

Zhao Nuanzhou smiled, and still stretched out his hand to clean up the dirt between his legs, then watched the man take a nap, and suddenly said, "Yes."

Who is the fool.

At the same time, Laixiang Pavilion, a spice workshop affiliated to Wanjin Villa.

The woman's soft voice sounded in his ears, Murong Chengshuang pushed her away, and said, "Miss Xin, tell me, how about the newcomers who joined the workshop this time?"

He looked at the backs of those busy shuttles in front of him, smiled, and said, "Are you very diligent in your hands and feet?"

Miss Xin glanced at the new workers and said, "Diligence is diligence, but..."

Before the words finished, Murong Chengshuang suddenly smelled something, flew out lightly, and jumped onto the eaves of the opposite room in one fell swoop, the woman smiled, thinking that there was something good going on stage again, as expected, no After a while, Murong Chengshuang picked up a figure from behind the eaves, and then fell back to the ground.

The monitor was thrown to the ground hard, Murong Cheng laughed loudly, looked at the man whose mouth was bleeding profusely, and said, "Is Shen Youlian losing his temper?"

The man didn't answer, Murong Chengshuang sneered, summoned Ying Qi who was beside him, pointed to the man in front of him, and said: "I'll leave it to you, send the head to the Martial Arts League, and you can handle it yourself."

Ying Qi nodded, and then dragged the man away.

Miss Xin looked at it, with a smile on her lips, and said: "It's a good way for the owner."

Murong Chengshuang sneered, and said: "You watch this place carefully for me, and don't talk too much about other things, you shouldn't ask, understand?"

The woman nods.

Unexpectedly, Murong suddenly said, "Do you think someone will fall in love with someone just by a painting?"

The author has something to say: _(:з」∠)_Actually, the owner of the pavilion is a man with a story~