[Yi Tian] Wearing a Dragon Sword

Zheng Xiaofeng suddenly thought of the scene where Song Qingshu and Zha Yadu got married just now, and suddenly felt a little hot in his heart.

Just worshiped heaven and earth, are they in the bridal chamber?

Although this possibility is unlikely, after all, there is still a tough battle to be fought tomorrow, and they should not be so unrestrained to make their bodies tired.

But thinking of that possibility, Zheng Xiaofeng felt uncomfortable, to be exact, it was warm.

Zhang Wuji stopped laughing, and tightened his grip on the person in his arms, "Xiaofeng, it is a foregone conclusion that Brother Song and the young prince will get married. No matter how angry the uncle is, he must admit this fact. You don't need to think too much about them. Go to sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow."

Zheng Xiaofeng was immersed in his own thoughts, and didn't hear Zhang Wuji's words at all.

Zhang Wuji keenly noticed Zheng Xiaofeng's absent-mindedness, "What's wrong, Xiaofeng?"

Zheng Xiaofeng's body was turned around, facing Zhang Wuji directly, he looked at the handsome sunny face in front of him, his heart skipped a beat, almost without thinking, he moved his head closer, and put his mouth against Zhang Wuji's.

Zhang Wuji was completely stunned, the aura belonging to Zheng Xiaofeng came from where his lips were intertwined, he asked tentatively: "Xiaofeng..."

The moment the kiss passed, Zheng Xiaofeng's head was completely awake, and at the same time his movements also stopped, because he didn't know whether to continue the kiss or not.

"Shut up!" Zheng Xiaofeng bluffed, trying to run away cowardly, he quickly withdrew his head, "It's nothing, let's sleep—hmm!"

The body left in mid-air, and there was a burst of force from the back, Zheng Xiaofeng fell directly on Zhang Wuji's body, and at the same time, his mouth stuck two warm lips again.

Zhang Wuji's movements were not as timid as Zheng Xiaofeng's. He took Zheng Xiaofeng's soft lips, sucked them lightly, then tentatively stuck out his tongue, lingering slightly between the two lips,

Zheng Xiaofeng was blushed by this action, and the air seemed to be tinged with ambiguity.

Zhang Wuji stuck out his tongue and tentatively inserted it into Zheng Xiaofeng's mouth. Seeing that Zheng Xiaofeng didn't object, his kissing movements were no longer so cautious. His tongue swept across the mouth softly and ambiguously, causing the sound of "嗞嗞" water, If the action just now was ambiguous, then it can be called pornography now, making people breathless.At least Zheng Xiaofeng felt that his breathing was not smooth, and he felt a little lack of oxygen.

After quite a while, until Zheng Xiaofeng felt chest tightness, he suddenly realized that the difficulty in breathing was not a seeming, but real!

Zhang Wuji also realized that he let go of Zheng Xiaofeng.Zheng Xiaofeng was able to breathe heavily, Zhang Wuji smiled helplessly and said: "You, why did you forget to breathe in?"

Zheng Xiaofeng didn't care if it was stupid or not, "It's not all your fault. Then it's my fault if I can react suddenly. Never mind, I'm going to sleep." If you continue, what if you die from lack of oxygen later!

Zhang Wuji: "..." He looked down at the reaction under him, thinking that later he would use his internal force to suppress it like he used to do every night, and suddenly felt "desolate".

He thought of the wedding between Song Qingshu and the little prince just now.To be honest, he was envious.There are many difficulties before them, but the two of them have worshiped the world and become husband and wife.Although they had no choice but to do it, it was to give them an extra bargaining chip in getting their parents' approval.

Zhang Wuji also really wanted him and Xiaofeng to get married.But Xiaofeng's identity has not been known until now.Oh, except for his adoptive father and parents, but they don't know about his relationship with Xiaofeng.And he also really wanted to marry Xiaofeng after getting everyone's approval. It would be a wedding without regrets.

Zhang Wuji sighed softly in his heart.Turning over and pressing on Zheng Xiaofeng's body, he said softly: "Xiaofeng, I'm sorry, just wait a little longer..."

Zheng Xiaofeng: "What do you mean? Hmm!"——Don't touch her casually without saying hello!

Zheng Xiaofeng felt Zhang Wuji hold the limp thing standing on his lower body in his legs. The long-lost warmth and comfort made him forget what he said just now when he was going to sleep. However, he said suspiciously: " Why do you say sorry, what am I waiting for?"

Zhang Wuji kissed his mouth lightly, and said with a smile, "It's nothing." After speaking, he held the soft thing and started to move.

"Hmm..." Zheng Xiaofeng was so excited that he couldn't continue to ask.

After a while, just when Zheng Xiaofeng thought he was about to let it out, Zhang Wuji stopped the movement of his hands, he backed away slightly, and asked softly: "Xiaofeng, is it okay?"

Zheng Xiaofeng's mind was not so clear at this time, his cheeks were bright red, as if he had applied a layer of good rouge.

He managed to hold out a sliver of consciousness, "What, what can I do?"

Zhang Wuji smiled lightly: "You forgot, you have been in a coma all day since last time."

Zheng Xiaofeng froze: "..."

He was not sure: "It should be fine." The system seemed to say that the last time he vented his Yuanyang for the first time, he was unconscious due to excessive energy consumption. "Even if there is something wrong, it's just another day of sleep. It will still become a knife, and it will not help you."

Zhang Wuji's eyes darkened, "Yes." After speaking, his hands moved faster.

"Hmm..." The huge stimulation under him made Zheng Xiaofeng lose his last trace of consciousness. He buried his head tightly on Zhang Wuji's shoulder, and muffled, "Slow...slow down!"

The movements of Zhang Wuji's hands did not slow down, as if he was deliberately teasing Zheng Xiaofeng, his hands were no longer limited to one movement, he used two free fingers to gently fiddle with the two small balls.

"Huh——" Zheng Xiaofeng was stimulated by the occasion, and he said in an unsteady voice: "What are you doing here?"

Zhang Wuji asked without answering, "Are you comfortable?"

Zheng Xiaofeng: "Comfortable..." Comfortable, your sister!It's too exciting!

It's a pity that he couldn't say the rest of the words. The □ who was already close to the edge, was stimulated by Zhang Wuji and couldn't help it anymore.

Zheng Xiaofeng's body froze, his grip on Zhang Wuji's shoulder tightened, and his body leaked out.

The milky white liquid stained Zhang Wuji's clothes and hands little by little.But at this time Zhang Wuji's attention was not here, he quickly turned Zheng Xiaofeng's head and stared at him closely, for fear that he would suddenly turn back into the Dragon Saber like last time.

Zheng Xiaofeng took a breath, and seeing Zhang Wuji staring at him without blinking, he wondered, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Zhang Wuji laughed out loud: "Because I'm afraid you've turned back into the Dragon Saber. Now, it's good that you haven't changed back."

"Of course" Zheng Xiaofeng said happily, it is enough for such an embarrassing thing to happen once, how could it keep happening!

Well, the physical problem is solved, and it's time to sleep next.Zheng Xiaofeng turned over contentedly, and was just about to lie down when his thigh suddenly touched something hard and poking.

Zheng Xiaofeng was taken aback for a moment, then looked down subconsciously, and saw something standing between Zhang Wuji's legs that made his clothes so high, it was...

Zheng Xiaofeng thought with a guilty conscience—he seems to only care about himself, forgetting that Zhang Wuji also has needs.

He stared at the upright thing as if he were staring at a monster.After a long time, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a grunt, as if he was about to catch up with the battlefield of death, he closed his eyes suddenly, and stretched out his hand to hold the thing.

Standing hot, he felt as if he was holding a hot iron rod.Of course, he had never held a scorching iron rod before, and knew that a real iron rod could not be burned by human skin, but this did not hinder his association at all.

Zheng Xiaofeng didn't dare to move after holding it.

Zhang Wuji was taken aback, he almost looked at Zheng Xiaofeng with an expression of disbelief, he never thought that Zheng Xiaofeng would take the initiative to do this.

Then he laughed and sighed softly: "Xiaofeng..."

Zheng Xiaofeng said angrily: "What's the name!" Didn't you see that he was about to be unable to move?

Zhang Wuji smiled without saying a word, and silently put his hand on Zheng Xiaofeng's.

Zheng Xiaofeng was about to be frightened, he stammered: "What, what!"

Zhang Wuji seemed to be afraid that Zheng Xiaofeng would scare him away, and said softly: "You can't, I'll teach you." As he spoke, he exerted force on his hand, and gently moved the hand leading Zheng Xiaofeng.

Zheng Xiaofeng's hands were driven to slide up and down mechanically, he seemed to be able to feel the beating of the arteries under the skin even with the hot things in his palms.

It turns out that this is how it feels to masturbate to others!

It doesn't seem to be as disgusting as others say.Zheng Xiaofeng thought to himself: Maybe it's because Zhang Wuji is the one he likes!

The author has something to say: starting tomorrow, the recovery day will be updated!