The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhao Yan was so shocked that he lost his grip on the pen in his hand. The thick ink was soaked on the yellowish paper, like black flowers blooming on it, the color was strong and dazzling.

"No, no..." Zhao Yan blushed and shook his head, "No."

"why not."

Xiao Su's hand wrapped around his belt, and his fingertips wrapped around the tether that fixed the belt, and then slowly pulled it away to the side.

Zhaoyan quickly grabbed his hand, blushing, "I haven't finished writing yet..."

"I didn't ask you to write." Xiao Su pushed Zhao Yan's hand away, "Go ahead."

A few seconds later, the belt slid from the waist as the tie loosened.

There's no way this can go on...

Zhaoyan felt that the clothes were loosened, so he pulled the two sides of the clothes together in an extremely insecure way to firmly cover his body.

"Too often..." Zhao Yanshui Lingling looked at the other party with aggrieved eyes, "Last time, Fengyue said that we have double cultivated again. But, I haven't taken the contraceptive pill yet."

Xiao Su sighed when he heard the familiar three words.

He leaned back in the chair, with an incomprehensible and ridiculous arc on his lips.

He has said countless times about emphasizing that Zhaoyan is a man, and he is tired of mentioning it now.

"Didn't you say that you are going to give birth to this deity." Xiao Su said patiently, but continued the topic, "What kind of medicine do you take?"

Zhao Yan's gaze wandered because of shyness: "At least, we'll have to wait until we get married. And we've only been together for a few days now."

"Married?" Xiao Su could vaguely guess the meaning, but he was not sure.

"It means getting married." Zhaoyan explained in a low voice, lowering his eyes, staring at his ten fingers that were tensely entangled.

As if talking about something too far away, Zhao Yan began to feel embarrassed.

"Tsk." Xiao Su chuckled, "It's just a stove, and it's not small."

He leaned over and kissed Zhaoyan's hot side face: "Write it down, let Fengyue prepare the medicine for you tomorrow."

But Zhaoyan couldn't calm down anymore.

He picked up the pen again, but his thoughts could not return to the content on the paper.

Are you married to...?

He and Xiao Su...

What about his home...his father, his studies...

Zhaoyan bent down and wrote new words on the paper.

"Xiao Su." A few seconds later, Zhao Yan clenched his pen and called him.

"Huh?" Xiao Su rested his chin on his shoulder, wrapped Zhao Yan in his arms from behind, with a lazy voice.

Zhao Yan also leaned back, letting his back press against Xiao Su's chest.Full of warmth and a sense of security, Zhaoyan's nose felt sore.

He likes Xiao Su so much.

Don't even want to go home.

There is no one who treats him well at home.

At home, there is only a future that cannot be seen clearly, as well as the cold painful stick, the stench of alcohol and endless abuse.

Zhaoyan, who was about to ask Xiao Su if he would agree to take back his evil spirit one day and let him go to Lingxi to try again, changed his words amidst the inexplicable emotions welling up in his chest.

He said, "I like you very much, very much."

The smile in Xiao Su's eyes widened because of his words, like ripples on the surface of a lake blown by the wind.The handsome and aggressive outline also showed a bit of gentleness under such a smile, which was reflected in Zhaoyan's pupils in the flickering candlelight.

"The deity can understand it as, are you inviting the deity?" Xiao Su hugged his waist tightly, and the hot and humid breath was ambiguously revealed on Zhaoyan's slender neck.

Zhaoyan looked away, blushed, and muttered, "No..."

Xiao Sucai ignored his unconvincing resistance, took away the pen from Zhaoyan's hand, picked him up and walked towards the bed.

"Maybe it's not double cultivation?" Zhao Yan grabbed Xiao Su's neck, looking at him seriously with moist eyes.

"If you refuse, the deity will treat it as if you didn't hear it."

"It's not rejection, it's normal..." Zhao Yan's face became redder and redder, and he continued to explain, "It's intimacy between lovers."

Xiao Su's footsteps faltered.

He looked down at the person in his arms: "Say clearly."

Zhao Yan buried his face in his chest, Xu Shi was too ashamed to speak, his ears turned red: "Could you hug me not because you want to improve your cultivation, but because we are lovers..."

Now Xiao Su understood.

Lu Ding is expressing his closeness to himself.

And Xiao Su felt happy about this closeness.

So he smiled, the joy in his chest could not be suppressed, but he pursed his lips slightly to conceal it, and said disdainfully: "In terms of hooking up people, you really have a lot of tricks."

"No." Zhaoyan retorted softly, "It's not hooking up."

It was only because I thought Xiao Su would rely on him that I couldn't help asking for it, to prove that Xiao Su cared about him, to calm my flustered heart, and to tell myself that my choice of staying with Xiao Su was not wrong.

Xiao Su was noncommittal to his words, but bowed his head and kissed Zhaoyan, who responded.

He returned very young, as if he had never experienced this kind of thing before. When Xiao Su put him down on the bed, he was so nervous that his hands almost tore through the sheets.

Xiao Su rubbed his back, touched his waist, kissed his glands, fiercely trying to swallow him into pieces.

Zhaoyan has no way to express his feelings, shy, happy, worried, scared...

He called Xiao Su's name over and over again, and Xiao Su responded over and over again.

Xiao Su smiled every time.

The little face was flushed, as if drunk.

In the middle of the night, Zhaoyan opened his eyes from the crook of Xiao Su's arms, he moved his body up slightly, and took a close look at Xiao Su's handsome face.

Because of his cultivation, even after thousands of years, Xiao Su's face still looks like a young man in his 20s, without any wrinkles or blemishes.

The long eyebrows are sharp and clean, and the eyelashes are also thick, and the dark one leaves an indistinct shadow under the eyes.The flame between the eyebrows, which is sleeping peacefully with the owner, glows a cute orange red, and the sunset glow in the sky is just as gorgeous.

Very nice.

Zhao Yan was a little obsessed with watching, and even leaned over obsessively, and kissed Xiao Su's forehead.

Xiao Su seemed to notice it, and patted Zhaoyan's body lightly, making sure that he was in his arms, and slowly relaxed his frowning brows.

Zhaoyan didn't want to wake Xiao Su up, so he stayed peacefully in Xiao Su's arms for a long time, until Xiao Su's breathing became even again, then he secretly lifted the quilt, moved out of Xiao Su's arms little by little, and got up.

It was pitch black outside the window, and the moonlight pouring through the sparse lattice could not illuminate even a small corner.

Zhao Yan groped in the dark, afraid of disturbing Xiao Su, so he didn't even put on his shoes, so he walked carefully barefoot to the desk, lit a candle, studied ink, and continued to prepare for the task assigned by Xiao Su.

He wanted to teach Xiao Su's disciples within seven days, so he had to start explaining tomorrow.

There is really no extra time to waste.

Unable to stop yawning, Zhaoyan rubbed his sleepy eyes, and got up to write words on the paper.

The slender figure sat upright, and when he usually talked to others, his waist was not as erect as it is now.

Xiao Su opened his eyes not long after Zhaoyan left his embrace.

He sat up from the bed and looked at the place where the candle was bright.

The posture of the little thing holding the pen is very strange, but the posture is seductive.

Xiao Su leaned on one knee on the bed, propped his chin with his hand and looked at Zhaoyan with interest for a long while, the smile on his lips became more and more intense.

After all, he couldn't hold back, got out of bed and hugged Zhaoyan from behind, glanced at the paper on the table: "So hardworking?"

Zhaoyan was startled, and quickly turned to look at Xiao Su, and said nervously: "I woke you up..."

"No." Xiao Su said, "Why are you writing this now, instead of going to bed?"

"Tomorrow, I will teach. I have to prepare in advance."

"Don't you have time in the morning?"

Zhao Yan shook his head: "I'm a little anxious. I'll keep it on my mind until I finish writing it. I can't rest well. I had a dream just now, and it was all about this..."

Xiao Su laughed softly, bent down, and hugged Zhao Yan on his lap: "I'm holding you, you continue to write."

Zhao Yan blinked his eyes: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"You didn't sleep, what is there for me to sleep." Xiao Su lightly rubbed his waist for him.

Xiao Su's fingertips are not as smooth as his face, they are covered with calluses from long-time cultivation, when they land on Zhaoyan's skin, the rough touch is accompanied by the hot finger warmth, which makes Zhaoyan moan comfortably. Voice.

Xiao Su's eyes darkened, and he sneered: "What do you call it, show or show."

Zhao Yan's face flushed red all of a sudden: "...I didn't, on purpose..."

"How long to write?" Xiao Su stopped teasing, hugged the other party intimately, and asked.

"I won't prepare too much content today, and I can rest soon." Zhaoyan made a promise, swiped his pen again and sped up the speed when he answered.

Xiao Su sporadically kissed the glands on the back of Zhaoyan's neck several times, and the gaze that stared at Zhaoyan gradually softened.

After breakfast in the morning, Zhaoyan followed Xiao Su's instructions and went to the study to meet Zhexi, Zhemo and Zheyu.

He was very nervous. When he opened the study door, the paper prepared last night was almost crumpled by trembling hands.

Zhe Yu was the only one in the study at this time, and he was lying on the table to catch up on sleep. When he heard Zhao Yan's footsteps, he didn't lift his eyelids: "What can you do? What can you tell us? Why did Your Majesty ask you to come over? "

"Xiao Su, let me speak a new language to you." Zhao Yan lowered his head, "He said that English can replace runes and help you deliver messages."

Hearing this, Zhe Yu asked in surprise, "What did you call your lord just now?"

"Xiao..." In the middle of speaking, Zhaoyan suddenly realized, and quickly changed his words, "Call him, Your Majesty."

Zhe Yu's complexion returned to normal: "When will it start?"

"We'll start when the three of you are all together." Zhao Yan replied when he heard footsteps behind him and looked back.

Zhemo nodded slightly at Zhaoyan as a greeting, then stepped over the threshold and entered the room.

Zhe Yu immediately got up, sat up straight, and followed Zhe Mo with his eyes.

There are six tables and six stools in the study, and Zhemo chose the one farthest from Zheyu to sit on.

Zhe Yu turned his head to look at Zhe Mo who sat at the back and didn't look at him at all, his beautiful face sank.