Miao Jiangke

Zuo Qingyue sneered lightly, looking at the assassin's extraordinarily obedient appearance, his heart was filled with sarcasm.

"Stop pretending to be dumb today?" He asked lightly.

Qiu Yangui hung his head, not knowing how to answer, the assassin in white clothes was not as cold and dangerous as black clothes, he knelt and sat on the jade bed, his figure was tall and straight, he looked like Bai Yang with a pure posture.

The dusty walls and dark iron didn't match him, but it made people feel strange thoughts for no reason.

I want to see how he looks even more embarrassed.

Zuo Qingyue's eyes darkened.

Qiu Yangui didn't raise his head, so naturally he didn't feel that the atmosphere was slowly becoming thick and dark. He pursed his lips, he was not good at words, so he had to respond to his attitude with actions. The assassin kept his kneeling posture and moved forward. Slowly raised his head.

There was no flattery in those clear eyes, they were quiet, with imperceptible expectations and focus.

He didn't say a word, but the weakness and intimacy in it were just right. The assassin didn't have a soft appearance, but was very handsome, with a face like a crown jade, and a thin body without losing strength.

Zuo Qingyue felt that he might really be crazy.

The sense of satisfaction is mixed with the uncontrollable tyranny in his heart, which makes him want to torture the person in front of him until he is dying, so he can only rely on him to live.

Wanting the hand that held the sword to be very stable, he could only grasp something in vain, and then trembled uncontrollably, fragile and fragile.

The person tied up by Xuan Tie is no longer the prestigious No. [-] assassin, nor is he an assassin with other motives.

He was imprisoned by his side.

——Chou Yangui who belonged to him alone.

Zuo Qingyue lowered his eyes, approached a few steps with an unclear expression, stretched out his hand and lightly touched the assassin's earlobe, and the tip of Qiu Yangui's ear turned red instantly.

"Can you serve people?" Young Master Zuo's voice was a little hoarse, not like Qingyue in the past, his slightly cool fingertips ran from the earlobe to the assassin's neck, and then naturally stroked the slightly dry lips of the assassin.

Qiu Yangui was numb all over, he naturally knew what the young master meant, the words were clearly familiar, but at this moment they were extremely ambiguous.

The assassin was speechless, his eyelashes trembled, and he subconsciously held his breath.

The lower jaw was gently lifted, Qiu Yangui met Zuo Qingyue's narrow and affectionate eyes, the young master's breathing seemed not so steady, the end of his eyes were also smudged red, his beautiful appearance is better than spring and autumn moon .

The original refusal words were stuck in his throat, he didn't know whether he was afraid of offending the master or the assassin's selfishness, Qiu Yangui didn't answer, but looked away slightly with a flicker of eyes, and didn't mean to struggle to deny it.

Zuo Qingyue hooked his lips in satisfaction, he slowly lowered his head, squeezed his fingers firmly into the assassin's knuckles, interlocked his fingers, stared at his helpless appearance, and kissed Qiu Yangui gently again trembling eyes.

Leaving at the touch of a touch, gentle like a seductive goblin, a pure pool that makes people willing to sink.

The young master's voice was soft and ambiguously seductive, scratching his head, "Yan Gui, are you thirsty?"

Qiu Yangui's throat was so dry that he couldn't speak, he stared at the young master's red eyes, a person who had never been drunk in the rivers and lakes seemed to be drunk ten jars of wine suddenly.

In an instant, all the blood was boiling, and the heartbeat became more and more violent. The person who had always been very measured lost his position, and nodded in a strange way.

In a trance, he saw the young master smiled softly, and at that moment, the obscure emotions overwhelmed all his rationality, Qiu Yangui was completely deluded, relying entirely on instinct.

There is a blur in the darkness.

The young master knelt on the stone bed, his clothes were loose and messy, which added a bit of laziness to him, the assassin's hand pinched his sleeves, and he fell in front of him in a bit of a state of confusion, Zuo Qingyue raised his head, gently Taking a deep breath, the long and narrow eyes seemed to be squinted for a moment in pleasure, the breathing was a little hot, and there was an aggressive darkness in the eyes.

He raised his hand to press the assassin's head, the other's body froze, perhaps because the young master pushed it deep into his throat, Qiu Yangui groaned unexpectedly, Zuo Qingyue lowered his eyes, and did not give him a breath Opportunity, feeling the other party's uncomfortable struggle, and even reinforced the black iron that was shaking due to the struggle with tencel.

Qiu Yangui swallowed with difficulty, and unconsciously grabbed the young master's sleeves with his fingers. He was not very thirsty. Some chapped lips were roughly treated, and the dark red blood gathered into blood beads, and then flowed down .

Like a flower that was forced to accept watering, the broken petals were printed in bright colors, and then the wind and rain suddenly rushed, and the overwhelming rainwater seeped into the soil, and some of the water that was too late to be absorbed overflowed a little and meandered down.

For a moment, the prison palace was silent, only Zuo Qingyue's confusing gasps were left, and Qiu Yangui's restrained sobs remained.

Zuo Qingyue slowly let go of his hand, and the assassin turned around almost immediately, tilted his head and started coughing, fortunately his injury was almost healed, otherwise he would get sick again if he coughed like this.

His lips, which were still dry just now, are now rosy and shiny, with moist water vapor, he is coughing non-stop, his eyes are moist, his neck is red, and he looks a little pitiful.

Zuo Qingyue was in a good mood, he didn't care about the loose clothes, he simply closed them up, then bent down condescendingly, and stroked the assassin's back.

When Qiu Yangui stopped slowly, his chaotic consciousness gradually became clear. In an instant, his complexion was extremely complicated, and he turned his head and took a light breath.

A burning pain came from his lips, and Qiu Yangui's whole body became hot. He didn't dare to look at the young master's face, and avoided moving with his back to the young master.

Suddenly a cool body came up behind him, Zuo Qingyue hugged the assassin from behind, Qiu Yangui's body tensed, subconsciously straightened his body.

Zuo Qingyue's hand slid up his lower abdomen, like a poisonous snake swimming on his body, and climbed onto Qiu Yangui's neck. He pressed against the assassin's ear, and whispered, "What are you hiding?"

The strength in Zuo Qingyue's hand is constantly tightening, like a warning, but also like a possessive desire that has nowhere to vent, Qiu Yangui's neck was forced back, and hearing the young master's smile made people tremble, "Today only It's just for you to get used to it."

The assassin's Adam's apple rolled, and the foreign body sensation in his mouth still seemed to remain. He was suffocated when he heard this, but before he could think about it, the sense of restraint disappeared, and he subconsciously turned around.

Zuo Qingyue straightened his clothes slowly, the redness at the end of his eyes gradually returned to the original, and he turned back to the usual mighty young master of Miaojiang. He glanced at the assassin and said calmly, "Let's go."

After saying that, he stepped forward to leave, but his sleeve was pulled lightly.

Zuo Qingyue raised his eyebrows and turned around.

The assassin lowered his head, making it hard to see the expression on his face. His voice was very soft, with an inexplicably docile feeling, and his voice was hoarse, "Are you still coming?"

Zuo Qingyue paused, a slightly startled emotion flashed in his eyes very quickly, and soon he evoked a just-right smile.

It's just that there wasn't much emotion in that smile.

He rubbed the Assassin's head as a reward, and spoke casually.

"Of course I will, Wild Goose."

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Yan Gui: Hush, keep your voice down.

The young master hugged Yangui and smiled charmingly.

(ps: The young master is special to Yan Gui, and his love is no less than that of Yan Gui, but he is a little paranoid.