What bad thoughts can kittens have

Yu Mang took a few sips restrainedly, then straightened up, turned his face, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Obviously, it should be a very normal thing, but maybe the room is still in an illusion, the light-colored veil hangs down from the side hazyly, and his own skirt is still open, adding a bit of ambiguity for no reason.

The wound on Zhou Jing's finger had stopped, but the warm touch from the kitten's tongue a moment ago was still there.

He stretched out his hand and wiped off the green stain on the corner of Yu Mang's mouth.

"Are you a child, you always get it on your mouth."

Yu Mang didn't speak, but turned his head to one side.

"Good performance," Zhou Jing said in a low voice, and he stood up, "I just remembered that I have something to do today, so I won't sleep in your place, you should go to bed early."

Yu Mang raised his head in astonishment.

He thought that Zhou Jing would definitely stay here, and he was a little awkward at first, but now Zhou Jing suddenly said no to stay...

He looked at Zhou Jing, not knowing why, and he was not very happy.

"What's your business?"

It wasn't right until Yu Mang said it, and the secret way was not good.

It sounded like he was interrogating his boyfriend.

He was full of confusion when he heard Zhou Jing chuckle, "My retainer Lin Yan has something to report to me. I'm afraid I'll disturb you."

Yu Mang: "..."

With such an explanation, it was more like he was making trouble out of no reason.

He felt restless, so he just lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed, "I see, I'm going to sleep, good night, we have to go to the set together tomorrow, please be careful not to affect your work."

After speaking, he buried it under the quilt, only revealing a fluffy black head.

Zhou Jing laughed again.

"Good night," he said.

After he left, the door of the guest room was closed, and the illusion in the room disappeared again.

The bedroom has turned into the same hotel decoration again, gray sofa, white bed, dark carpet, cold and boring.

Even the censer that caused Yu Mang's doubts was gone.

But there seemed to be a faint fragrance in the room, lingering between the eyebrows.

Yu Mang burrowed into the quilt again.

He has already drank Zhou Jing's blood, and it is reasonable to say that he is full of demon power, but for some reason, he still feels his cheeks are burning hot, and his body seems to be empty.

Especially the place kissed by Zhou Jing.

"Old monster."

Yu Mang muttered angrily.

He felt in his heart that he must have suffered such an impact because he was acting in an intimate scene for the first time.

But the surrounding environment seems to have no effect.

That's right, Zhou Jing, an old monster who has lived for thousands of years, doesn't know how many romantic relationships he has had.

When the band was performing, it was Zhou Jing who had the most female fans, and each one was crazier than the other. She was driven to death by his unintentional laughter, and her husband's voice could knock off the roof of the house.

To him, this level of confrontation is probably not even an appetizer.

Thinking of this, Yu Mang pouted even more unjustly, and covered the entire quilt.

go to bed.

The bastard Zhou Jing never appeared in the dream.

And in the next room.

After Zhou Jing listened to Lin Yan's report on the strange situation in his territory, he casually fiddled with an incense burner next to him.

"I see, you pay close attention, if there is any problem, I will go back and deal with it." He whispered.

"Yes." Lin Yan on the opposite side was also rarely serious.

But after being serious for only three seconds, he asked about Zhou Jing and Yu Mang in a vague manner.

"I heard that you have been filming with Yu Mang in a false business." Lin Yan paled, coughing a few times and still not giving up gossip, "Have you made any progress? People in the entertainment industry have entered the entertainment circle, so many old friends of yours will be seen Let’s go. If you can’t embrace the beauty in the end, you will lose face.”

Lin Yan spoke in a weird way, coupled with that face that was about to lose his temper in a few minutes, it was really hurtful.

Zhou Jing was rarely angry.

He still recalled the way Yu Mang curled up in his arms just now, just kissed on the cheek, shy and shrunk into a ball, even stuttering.

If this happens in the future... Yu Mang has no choice but to dig a hole and get in.

"You don't need to worry about it, take care of yourself," Zhou Jing said, "Didn't you get kicked out of the house by your little scholar recently, and the washboard kneeled down so quickly?"

Lin Yan's face froze, very distorted.

Zhou Jing snorted triumphantly, and cut off the connection with Lin Yan.

He sat on the sofa for a while, concentrating on what Lin Yan told him, and then picked up the incense burner and looked at it for a while.

In the illusion just now, everything was fake.

Only this incense burner is real.

The incense burnt inside is called "Shuiwuxiang". On the surface, this incense can calm the breath and sleep peacefully, but in fact, it can draw out the vague longing in the bottom of the heart.

Zhou Jing lowered his eyes.

He deliberately didn't sleep next to Yu Mang today.

He was very curious, what kind of dream would Yu Mang have today?

Yu Mang fell asleep quickly.

Not long after he was bored in the quilt, his consciousness became groggy.

Before falling asleep, he thought, at least there was no surrounding environment in the dream, but when he really fell asleep, he realized that he had miscalculated.

In the dream, he and Zhou Jing returned to the illusion just now.

Still the same scene.

But at the end of the play, Zhou Jing kissed his ear and called him "Mang Mang".

glowing.

Even more intimate than Yu Mang just now, he couldn't help curling his toes.

But before he pretended to refuse, Zhou Jing's kiss fell again.

But this time, it didn't fall on the cheek.

Instead, it fell on the lips.

Zhou Jing's lips pressed against him, and his body pressed against him, entwining him like a predator and not allowing him to move, his cold palms swam over his body, the thin white underwear did not have any covering effect at all, and was quickly rubbed wrinkled, crumbled.

……

"Mang Mang."

Zhou Jing was calling him in a low voice again, tenderly, lovingly, but full of madness and possessiveness.

He was circled by Zhou Jing's snake tail again.

The cold and thick snake tail is full of awe-inspiring and inviolable coercion, which can easily strangle ferocious beasts.

But now, the tip of the tail was nimbly caressing his chest and arms.

Ambiguous, frivolous.

In the spring moon night, countless roses bloom at the same time, and they are not as beautiful as they are at this moment.

……

Yu Mang opened his eyes abruptly.

The sky broke.

A few rays of sunlight peeked out from behind the dark curtains, quietly shining on the floor, dispelling the drowsiness in the room.

Yu Mang was panting heavily, her cheeks were red and white, the remaining ambiguity hadn't faded away, and she was frightened by her own thoughts again.

He is not some ignorant boy.

He is still very young among monsters.

But as a hybrid, his mind and body are no different from ordinary 20-year-old humans.

He clearly knew that he just had a erotic dream.

It's nothing.

Whoever hasn't had a few erotic dreams, Wuhen, especially when he enters maturity, will always be affected.

But the dreams he used to dream were just vague lights and shadows, without specific people, without specific scenes, more like an instinct of the body.

But just now...

Yu Mang let out a low moan in annoyance, and buried his head on the pillow.

The dappled sunlight behind the curtains swayed gently on the floor.

He stared at the changing light spot, full of disbelief.

How could it be Zhou Jing?

How could it be, Zhou Jing.

Yu Mang despises himself very much in his heart, actually fantasizing about such obscene things to his teammates, to the surrounding environment who kindly helped him through his maturity.

Simply unforgivable.

He mentally tossed and turned the confession for 10 minutes, trying to convince himself it was just an accident.

It's the sequelae of yesterday's confrontation.

But deep in his heart, there was a small voice that kept disturbing him.

Why can't it be Zhou Jing? Do you dare to say that you are as sincere as water to him?

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