Slag Gong accuses Bai Yueguang of being chaotic and abandoned

Perhaps Mo Xiaofeng was distracted by thinking about other things in his mind, but when he returned to the room and heaved a sigh of relief, the tingling feeling in his body came back again, drifting his body farther and farther away. I can't even think about it anymore.

One of Mo Xiaofeng's legs was weak and he almost knelt on the ground. He quickly supported the table beside him to stabilize his figure, but he clearly felt that his pants were wet again.

Cursing secretly, "Damn son of a bitch", Mo Xiaofeng really felt that that guy was everywhere.

Appeared by his side inexplicably, infiltrated his life, and messed up his life.That guy's aggression is simply stronger than Gatling's firepower. No matter how high the wall he builds, it will be torn apart by that guy's various coquettish operations!

Mo Xiaofeng wasn't used to this, but Hong Tingyun forcibly tore off his disguise, and his defense was completely shattered.

He could only be forced to accept and get used to it, but the result was that such a maverick existence really stayed by his side carelessly, and became an indispensable part of his life.

So, what kind of magical existence is Hong Tingyun?Mo Xiaofeng felt that even the system [Listening Truth] could not accurately predict this guy's movements.

But his future has already been tied to the other party.

lifetime.

Hot water poured over his body, washing away the dirt and exhaustion, but it couldn't wash away the smell of perfume, as if it had passed through his breath and soaked in his lung lobes. The smell of the guy.

Taking out the underwear and throwing it directly into the trash can beside him, Mo Xiaofeng just turned around, and the sticky white and warm water dripped onto the floor and flowed into the floor drain beside him.

Mo Xiaofeng leaned on the wall and didn't want to talk anymore, the dog in heat was really scary.

But this can't be entirely blamed on the other party. When he was with Hong Tingyun, he couldn't control himself, and all his emotions would be easily mobilized. He made himself no longer what he used to be.

This kind of self can cry, laugh, learn to be coquettish, and also learn to be weak. He will try to rely on the other party, and he will also want to become stronger to protect the other party. This kind of him is ugly and lively.

He let the water wash over his skin, but his desire didn't ease at all.There seemed to be an empty space in his body, and it was only half an hour since he and Hong Tingyun were separated, but Mo Xiaofeng felt as if he hadn't seen him for a long time.

Mo Xiaofeng tried to reach the knot on his back to untie it, but after soaking up, not only the knot couldn't be untied, but also the rope on his body drenched in water couldn't help but tightened, as if someone was Gently tug at the back.

After taking it for a long time, my fingers hurt and my arms started to feel sore. Mo Xiaofeng gave up and planned to go out to find the knife in a while.

But those touches seemed to stay on his skin, and his body became hotter and hotter.

The blushing images of the two of them in the cloakroom reappeared in his mind. Those memories seemed to have never entered the hippocampus and were directly engraved into his cerebral cortex, which could not go away no matter what. .

He stroked it with his fingers again, and continued to comfort himself, but it was like scratching the itch in the boots to no avail.He couldn't help closing his eyes, everything was clearer now.

All the senses, touch, vision... are not magnified or alienated, real, exciting, soft and warm.The subtle movements of fingers brushing the skin, the smoothness of the shower gel, and even the words that Hong Tingyun lingered in his ears were so possessive.

Surrounded by this warm feeling again, Mo Xiaofeng thought to himself.

He is more and more attached to this feeling, and it is more of his inner desire, like a bird without feet finally found a belonging, even if the end of that embrace is death.

Under the palm is soft and hot, as if he is still in Hong Tingyun's embrace at the moment, every inch and every centimeter is filled with the pungentness of strong wine.Mo Xiaofeng leaned against the cold wall and raised his head, bit his lower lip hard, all the sound of breathing was stuffed into his throat, if it overflowed, it must be the other party's name.

He seemed to think that fantasizing about another person in such a way was a kind of blasphemy, and he was very unbearable, but he couldn't stop, and gradually became possessed.

Closing his eyes tightly made his auditory perception more sensitive, and his consciousness gradually separated from his body, almost making him not know where he was.

In the twilight, he seemed to hear Hong Tingyun calling him again: "Xiaofeng..."

"Huh?" Mo Xiaofeng reluctantly responded, opened his eyes involuntarily, and responded with a very soft voice that was vague and inarticulate.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he was dazzled by the bathroom light above, the light was too bright, like the pair of black eyes from the abyss of the valley that he saw in the mirror before.

Those eyes were half-closed, fierce and passionate like a wolf.

"Stop the cloud..."

Time froze, leaving only the accumulated emotions one by one.

Very quiet, very quiet.

Behind the clouds, Mo Xiaofeng's raised neck was trembling, sweat and water dripped down his neck, his muscles relaxed little by little, and his firm back leaned back against the wall.

The sound of running water echoed in his ears again, and even the coldness of the wall behind him penetrated into his skin, accompanied by the very light ringing of the mobile phone.

Panting, Mo Xiaofeng raised his hand to wipe the water off his face, and when he turned his head, he saw that the mirror cabinet beside him had been connected to his mobile phone, and the name of a communication contact appeared on the glass screen of the mirror display.

【Mo Baoquan】

If the time is fixed on weekdays, and I have just finished punching a set of punches at this time, his father should be counting the time to call him.

The second call had already been hung up, and the third one came again. That attitude was really persistent.

His father was either having a morning meeting or training his apprentices early in the morning, and calling at this hour probably would not be a good thing.

Mo Xiaofeng really annoys him, there are so many farts without rules all day long, isn't it nice to not see each other and get along with each other?

Mo Xiaofeng turned around and turned off the faucet, and pushed back the broken hair on his forehead with his backhand. For him, he really wanted to take a good bath, but some people didn't give him this chance.

Of course, taking a bath while on the phone is also okay, but the person on the other end of the phone is not Hong Tingyun, and he can't enjoy that kind of relaxation. After hanging up the phone, he probably won't have any good mood.

But it just so happened that he also had something to talk to his dad about.

After drying his body and hair with a bath towel, Mo Xiaofeng wanted to be lazy again, but when he remembered Hong Tingyun's dissatisfied face, he picked up the towel he was about to throw away, and wiped his hair carefully .

The display on the mirror screen had been stopped by Mo Xiaofeng, and the whole bathroom was filled with a hazy mist.

It was like a fairyland under the light, but he couldn't see anything clearly, not even his own reflection in the mirror.

Mo Xiaofeng raised his hand to wipe the smooth mirror surface, and his own figure appeared in it immediately.

A touch of bright red came into view, and the color was so eye-catching that it was difficult for him to ignore it.

The shackles bound his body, but it was more like locking his soul in it.He is like a bound beast caught in a trap, waiting for the hunter to reap his tempting spoils.

Mo Xiaofeng's face was flushed by the heat, but his expression was still indifferent. The difference was that his eyes were no longer a puddle of stagnant water, they seemed to be stained with other emotions, and his whole person was lively and coquettish.

"Zheng-"

There was a sound of metal falling, and Mo Xiaofeng looked down for a moment, only to find that the necklace on his neck had fallen into the sink of the sink.

Mo Xiaofeng was a little dazed, and picked up the chain from the pool.

This necklace was made by Mo Xiaofeng himself after he came to Jiangyu. It was wearing his own dog tag, his uncle's coins, and the latest ring.

The black bottom rope is not made of metal or leather. It is made of a special material that is tougher and more flexible than the aviation steel cables currently on the market.

Even if Mo Xiaofeng's neck is broken and his head falls, the rope will not be broken.

Mo Xiaofeng picked it up and looked at it, only to find that the lock was open, maybe it was not fastened securely when he wore the ring yesterday.

Mo Xiaofeng put the chain back on easily, he never left this thing.

After leaving the bathroom, the floor heater in the whole room had already heated up, and the room was very warm. Mo Xiaofeng didn't feel cold with only a bath towel around him.

He planned to verify the data of the system again in a while, and if there was still no problem with the uncle, he would put his heart in his stomach and catch up on a good night's sleep.

I took care of Hong Tingyun for half the night last night, so I guess I just closed my eyes intermittently for about two hours.After being tossed about for so long in the morning, it is really not far from going to heaven now.

Wiping his hair and walking to the table, he picked up the mobile phone on the table, and naturally saw the glazed cup that he put there yesterday.

Adding a drop of "red medicine" to the solution seemed to be a little lighter than yesterday, but what I got in exchange was two bright roses, one red and one white!

The budding water is moist, and even the branches that are about to wither are full of vitality at this time.It was as if the vampire had been reborn again after drinking the blood of its prey, these two flowers that were about to wither, revived and bloomed again!

Mo Xiaofeng held the mobile phone in his hand, and there were already six missed calls on it.But all his thoughts were not on the screen, he just opened his eyes wide and looked at the two roses in the glass cup, the colors were so delicate and charming.

Dying plants can come back to life, so people?

At this moment, Mo Xiaofeng suddenly remembered the picture of his uncle putting it in his medicine cabinet.

He said he hoped he would never have to use it in his life.

He ignorantly and fearlessly conducted an experiment with this thing, and came to a conclusion that the effect of "reviving the dead and leaving the flesh and bones" turned out to be more terrifying than he imagined.

Tsk, I'm so wasteful, my uncle probably has the heart to beat him to death when he finds out.

But does Mo Xiaofeng regret it?

When he touched the soft petals with his fingertips, he felt that it was real, and it really came alive again.Mo Xiaofeng was very glad that he did this.

White is like absent-mindedness, panting and thin throat, red is like scorching fingers and rust.

He wanted to keep all of Hong Tingyun's affection for him!

The corners of Mo Xiaofeng's mouth raised involuntarily, and his mood became much happier. It seemed that many difficulties and obstacles were not worth mentioning at this time.

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