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Xiao Lingming said that seeing that the resistance in Song Xian's eyes was not so fierce, he loosened his grip a little bit.Song Xian leaned back and sat up, his movements were too fast, his forehead almost hit Xiao Lingming's nose.

Perhaps the fragrance in the room was too strong, making Song Xian confused, and for a while he didn't know what to do.Song Xian raised his somewhat dry eyelids and faced Xiao Lingming's face. There were strands of black hair soaked in tears sticking to that face. The tears in his eyes were still falling one by one, and one or two landed on Song Shown on the back of the hand.

—It was very cold.

"I'm not lying to you...it's true..." Xiao Lingming sniffled, his desire burning so dizzy that he even felt abnormally that the tears on his face were hot.

Song Xian looked at him, and felt that the fragrance in the room was strangled on his body like brocades, preventing him from moving, and not allowing him to think about anything else.Tell him to just look at Xiao Lingming's helplessness, his grievance, and the beauty of his face, and then helplessly soften his heart.

-I still like him.

This thought suddenly appeared in Song Xian's heart.He didn't know if he really thought so, or if the fragrance was deceitful, making him fascinated and lustful.

——He never lied to me, he just wanted to use his fame to survive, it was me who pressed hard every step of the way, and I pushed the matter to such an extent.

Xiao Lingming seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, he tentatively covered the back of Song Xian's hand, rubbed it up inch by inch, penetrated under Song Xian's robe, and slowly pressed his body against it.

Not being rejected, he slowly buried his face into Song Xian's shoulders who seemed to be frozen there.

He didn't know what he said, but the hot air in his lungs couldn't be spit out with his panting no matter what.

It wasn't until Xiao Lingming wrapped his arms around his waist again that Song Xian trembled as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Half of Xiao Lingming's body weight was on Song Xian's body, and only his hand on the carpet barely supported himself and Xiao Lingming from falling down.

The man's wet and unbearably rapid breath stuck to Song Xian's shoulders and neck, but he just hugged him no matter what, and rubbed the soft flesh around Song Xian's waist with restraint. Opening his mouth lightly, he bit the tender and firm flesh on the side of Song Xian's neck, and never crossed the line.

—he was waiting for his answer.

Song Xian knew it well, but somehow felt his eyelashes sour.

From the moment Xiao Lingming said it, he knew that he was not lying. He couldn't ask Xiao Lingming to die. Once Xiao Lingming died, he might die after the emperor returned to Beijing.

Why should he wait for himself to nod his head? With the sword hanging around his neck, he can still say no. Right now, there is only one way for the two of them to go, they can choose.

But he still suffers by himself, unwilling to go against his will.

——Even if he is not from his daughter's family, he has never changed, and still has the kindness and tenderness that makes his heart the most, the rarest in this palace.

As for myself, I used to take advantage of others' dangers to coerce and lure the so-called favorite to give in, but I was so deceptive when I said I liked it.

"Xiao Lingming."

Song Xian turned his head slightly, avoiding Xiao Lingming's impatient licking and biting, and gently called out the name of the person in front of him.

Xiao Lingming gave a low hum. He held Song Xian's hand, separated his tightly clasped fingers little by little, and touched the tender flesh between the fingers.

He is really a seasoned veteran, the flesh at the root between the two fingers is the most tender, and Song Xian's skin is being rubbed by another person's fingertips at this moment, which makes his scalp numb.

"You tell me something." Panting, Song Xian leaned back into Xiao Lingming's ear and whispered, but he didn't stop his hand from slipping to the back of his waist against the flesh.

"Before King Cheng left Beijing..." Song Xian's words were interrupted by the aroused desire, "...had...had sent...a team of troops, is this related to Pei Congzhang's call...? "

Xiao Lingming's lingering panting that was originally falling on Song Xian's ear, now coupled with a low smile, made him look even more frivolous. He raised his hand to brush away Song Xian's hair, lightly bit the tip of his ear, and then used his canine teeth to Grinding carefully, he said vaguely: "Yes, but Xian'er, listen, watch, keep it in your heart, and don't do anything."

After Fang finished speaking, Song Xian grabbed the hair on the back of his head and pulled it down. For a moment, the familiar pain made him think that the person in front of him was Song Yu.

But when he opened his eyes hastily under the illusion, it was Song Xian's Wenxiu and handsome face like a crown jade.

Song Xian's face carried his unfamiliar yet familiar determination and cruelty, Xiao Lingming subconsciously froze for a moment, and Song Xian pinched the tip of his chin and licked and bit his wet lower lip.

Song Xian licked Xiao Lingming's lips, "I'm not good at Long Yang."

His words came so suddenly that Xiao Lingming didn't know what to do for a moment.

Xiao Lingming wanted to say, but you are too hard.

But then she thought that Song Yu was really not good at Long Yang, but she would be hard when she rolled on the bed with him.

Song Xian straddled Xiao Lingming's lap, seeing him lowering his eyes and looking aggrieved, but his lower body was pressed hard between his buttocks, totally different from the look on his face that didn't know how to advance or retreat.I can't help but sigh in my heart and feel that he is really as cute as before.

He was a little afraid of what would happen next, so he couldn't help talking too much, "But I still like you very much."

Xiao Lingming stared at Song Xian in a daze after hearing this, the burning desire that was overwhelming him couldn't suppress his tears at this moment.

He lowered his head, and Song Xian was pinched by him again, unable to move. He couldn't see the emotion on his face, but could only feel that the face buried in his shoulder and neck again was terribly wet.

Song Xian moved his shoulders to look at him, but was blindfolded by the man who turned his head quickly, "...you!"

Xiao Lingming gently pressed him to the ground, as if he had brought something back, earnestly and gently: "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt."

Just one sentence made Song Xian blushed and could no longer hold back a word.

Was he also so meticulous and considerate to the little maid in the waterside pavilion and warm pavilion that day?

There was darkness in front of Song Xian's eyes, but he didn't want to try to explain it. If he couldn't see it, it could be regarded as a dream.

It's just that with the passionate kiss that fell on his body, all this clearly showed him that the person on him at the moment was the same gender as him.

Confronting same-sex lust turned him horribly twisted.

Song Xian pulled off the cloth strip on his face, and faced Xiao Lingming's face, all the twists and tangles dissipated a lot at once.

Song Xian sat up with his waist and abdomen, and pushed the person in front of him who was only wearing a loose robe.

"No, I want to look at you." Song Xian straddled Xiao Lingming's lap, bowed his head and focused on kissing this face that was so emotional no matter how many times he looked at it, let alone the tear-stained face at this moment.to distract yourself.

But in the middle of the lingering and sticky kiss, when he was almost drunk to death in the sweet and bitter aroma, the place under him that had never been touched by anyone was pushed away by a slippery and flexible fingertip, and then He poked in inch by inch.