The God of Raiders dressed as Pan Jinlian

"It's bitter, like a thorn stuck in the throat."

Wu Zhi's words seem to be describing the current feelings, and they seem to be implying something.

Wine can be spicy, sweet and sour, and refreshing, but it should not be bitter.

Wu Zhi put the fox mask in his hand on the table, then bent down and approached Fu Zhenhong.As he approached, the shadow on his body also fell, covering Fu Zhenhong's body, as if he wanted to surround Fu Zhenhong in his arms.

His face stopped when it was about the size of a fist from Fu Zhenhong's.A silver mask covered his face, and in those exposed eyes, there seemed to be countless complicated thoughts flowing out.

Wu Zhi knew very well that his husband had many secrets.

He doesn't care about that.

After all, as far as Pan Jinlian is concerned, he himself has many secrets.

From the beginning to the end, what he cared about was not Pan Jinlian's hiding.

What he cared about was who Pan Jinlian came into contact with and what he did with those people.

By now, Wu Zhi was sure that the man in front of him was not the Pan Jinlian he remembered from his last life.

But knowing is knowing.

When he saw Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing staying together in the woods, he was not sure if the other party would be with Ximen Qing like the Pan Jinlian in his memory.

It's ridiculous.

He has a very morbid possessive desire for the man in front of him, but he doesn't have the absolute confidence that he will always stay by his side.

Even if they are married, even if he is his husband.

The man in front of him is like a cloud, like the wind.

Casually can affect a person's mind.

But he himself, always stands on the edge, seemingly alluring, but actually indifferent and alienated.

Wu Zhi initially thought that after his rebirth, he had grasped all the opportunities, and thought that he could dominate the relationship with Pan Jinlian.

However, the facts proved that he had been emotionally affected by Pan Jinlian as early as subtly.

These days, he thought he was faking it.

And the man in front of him, he didn't need to hide to be himself.

At first he wanted to kill Pan Jinlian, but now, the killing intent in his heart has turned into an obsession to bind Pan Jinlian by his side forever.

Wu Zhi knew very well what kind of emotion was behind this obsession.His concern for Pan Jinlian has already exceeded the normal range.

He wants to have this man.

From body to heart.

Maybe he should be more frank with this man.

But before that, the other party's private affair with Ximen Qing behind his back was unforgivable at all.

Now that the beast in his heart had broken free from the cage, why did he continue to suppress his emotions, tightening his paws and pretending to be a harmless taciturn person.

Thinking of this, Wu Zhi's eyes darkened.

With his lips moving, he slowly pronounced Fu Zhenhong's name.

"...Pan Jinlian..."

His voice was very low, revealing an indistinguishable coldness.But his eyes were like fire, with some kind of strong arrogance circulating.

At this moment, he was so close to Fu Zhenhong, so close that Fu Zhenhong could smell the strong smell of alcohol emanating from him.

Fu Zhenhong frowned slightly with her straight eyebrows.

Seeing this, Wu Zhi caressed Fu Zhenhong's eyebrows with his fingertips, and rubbed his fingertips on it, as if trying to smooth it out.

However, at the beginning, his movements were still very gentle, but then he suddenly increased his strength.It was as if he wanted to erase something that displeased him.

Fu Zhenhong immediately grabbed Wu Zhi's wrist and stopped his movement: "You drank too much."

Wu Zhi heard the words, but did not refute, his lips curled into a sneer, and replied: "Probably."

After saying this, his other hand that was not held by Fu Zhenhong touched Fu Zhenhong's cheek.This time, he didn't rub it, but just covered it, his warm palm pressed against Fu Zhenhong's cool face.

He said, "You are my husband, aren't you?"

Fu Zhenhong let go of her hands and stood up: "What do you want to express?"

Wu Zhi straightened up, and repeated what Fu Zhenhong said in a low voice, "What do I want to express..." He smiled, staring straight at Fu Zhenhong, "I want to kiss you."

After saying that, he stretched out his arms, and held Fu Zhenhong in his arms, and then kissed Fu Zhenhong's lips directly.

With a sense of punishment and revenge, he bit Fu Zhenhong's lips with his teeth, and when Fu Zhenhong's lips were slightly parted due to the pain, he thrust in forcefully and began to linger.

However, Wu Zhi has never really kissed before. Even though he knows the theoretical knowledge and relies on an instinct to explore, he is still a little rusty and green.

But it was precisely this jerky reaction that revealed the most straightforward and purest heat.

His tongue hook|entangled, kiss|sucked, and it didn't take long before he found the key.So his kisses became stronger, more domineering, and crazier, as if he wanted to swallow Fu Zhenhong whole.

The smell of alcohol lingered between the two of them.

People who have drunk seem to be trying to make people who have not drunk drunk.

Fu Zhenhong's figure moved slightly, trying to avoid it, but just this moment seemed to arouse Wu Zhi's emotions, making his grabbing more intense|hot|passionate|pathetic.

Even, in the next second, Wu Zhi swept his arm directly, sweeping the wine and mask on the table to the ground. With a sound of "嗙", the jug and wine glass fell to the ground, making a shattering sound.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Zhi lifted Fu Zhenhong up in the air with force, and placed her on the table.

Now, Fu Zhenhong sat on the table.

Wu Zhi stood at the table.

The height difference between the two has also been reversed.

Originally, Wu Zhi's gaze was higher, but now, Fu Zhenhong looked at him and needed to look down.

Because of the kiss just now, Fu Zhenhong's lips became a little red and swollen. In this slightly dark house, these flower-like lips glowed with a beautiful color, like a sea that is burning and opening, waiting to break its branches. | Tang.

Maybe it was because he was drunk, or maybe it was because his mind was still clear.Wu Zhi shed some of his usual disguises, revealing a more real self.

He held Fu Zhenhong's hands, let him put his hands on his shoulders, and then put his hands on the back of Fu Zhenhong's neck. With a little force, he pulled him down, forcefully letting Fu Zhenhong lips met his own.

Then he just pressed Fu Zhenhong's lips like this, and said in a low tone: "Madam, you met other people behind my back, and behaved intimately and ambiguously, how do you think I will punish you?"

Although he used questioning words, Wu Zhi did not wait for Fu Zhenhong's answer, but continued: "Since we are married, let's do what we should do after we get married..."

Speaking of this, I don't know what I thought of, Wu Zhi's voice became more and more hoarse and deep, and even his breathing was rougher|heavier than before.

Afterwards, Wu Zhi hugged Fu Zhenhong horizontally.

From the table on the first floor to the room of two people on the second floor.

The door of the room was closed, the windows were closed, and the lights in the room were not lit.

This environment is even darker than the first floor.

Fu Zhenhong was hugged on the bed by Wu Zhi.

Wu Zhi's knees were against the edge of the bed, and his arms were on Fu Zhenhong's side. He just looked at him like this, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said slowly: "I want to take a closer look at the lotus tattoo on your body." Naturally, it is not just a simple look.

Wu Zhi knew that Pan Jinlian understood the profound meaning behind this.

Fu Zhenhong was silent, he looked at Wu Zhi, as if he was thinking, his delicate eyebrows revealed a seductive look.

Wu Zhi said: "Of course, you can choose to refuse." When he said this, his face under the mask sank, and an unfathomable cold light flashed in his dark eyes.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyelids, but did not directly answer Wu Zhi's words,

Instead, he asked, "Are you drunk or not?"

Wu Zhi replied: "Drunk, but not drunk."

Fu Zhenhong reached out to take the mask on Wu Zhi's face, but when her fingertips were about to touch the mask, Wu Zhi grabbed her wrist.

Fu Zhenhong said, "I want to see it."

Wu Zhi replied to him: "When I arrive in Bianjing, I will take my eyes." Don't change the subject. He said: "You who secretly met with other men behind my back should be punished." "

Fu Zhenhong stroked the back of Wu Zhi's neck, and pulled Wu Zhi's head against her shoulder.He tilted his head slightly, and in this posture, he put his lips next to Wu Zhi's ear, and asked in a leisurely manner, "How will you be punished?"

Wu Zhi bit Fu Zhenhong's earlobe, and said three words: "I hurt you." After saying that, he kissed Fu Zhenhong's lips again.

And his hands were pressing Fu Zhenhong's hands, the palms of his palms were touching Fu Zhenhong's, and his fingers were tightly clasped together.

The curtains on the bed were drawn down.

Accompanied by the rustling sound of clothes being unbuttoned, a charming atmosphere lingered in the room.

...............

the other side.

within the county government.

Wu Song, who originally planned to leave for Bianjing in the middle of this month, decided to leave early after receiving a second letter from a friend.

It just so happens that today is officially his day off.

He answered the letter with a pen, and after sending it out, he resigned from his post as a yamen servant.

Next, you just need to go home and pack your bags, and you are expected to leave early tomorrow morning.

Thinking of this, Wu Song didn't delay any longer, and walked towards home at a faster speed.

It didn't take long for Wu Song to walk to the door of the house.He opened the door, and his face changed suddenly after seeing the mess on the ground.

Wu Song thought something had happened at home, and his first reaction was to go upstairs.

However, when he walked upstairs quickly and walked to the window, the sound from the room made his footsteps stop suddenly.

It was a very light hum, with a bit of depression, a bit of restraint, and a bit of a slight hoarseness, as if he was enduring something.

Although the sound passed through the window and fell into Wu Song's ears very indistinctly, Wu Song still recognized that the owner of the sound was his sister-in-law Pan Jinlian.

Wu Song didn't know how to describe this sound, it just made him feel as if he had eaten the stickiest and sweetest berries. The berries entered his mouth and then slowly melted in his throat, making his throat thirsty.

In addition, when the sound penetrated his eardrums, it also added an inexplicable itching.

Wu Song subconsciously stroked his ears, trying to relieve the itching, but found that the roots of his ears were so hot that it seemed to burn his hands.