The God of Raiders dressed as Pan Jinlian

Wu Song withdrew his hand suddenly, but his heart began to beat wildly.

There was an inexplicable heat in his body.

And this heat flowed to his limbs like sea water.

Wu Song could feel the hotness in his ears spreading from his face to his neck.

Wu Song is not a teenage boy. He has been walking outside these years. Although he has never experienced any love between men and women, he is not ignorant of such things.

At this moment, another deeper and thicker voice came out of the room. This voice was dull, with a rough|heavy|husky|hoarse voice.

"...Pan Jinlian..."

This voice was very familiar to Wu Song, it was his elder brother's voice.

Wu Song could hear the concern for Pan Jinlian revealed in the elder brother's voice, the feeling of wanting to melt Pan Jinlian into his soul, strong and profound.

What happened in the house, why the elder brother and Pan Jinlian made such a noise, Wu Song knew very well.

It was precisely because of this clarity that an unprecedented sense of embarrassment and embarrassment entered Wu Song's nerves.

In addition to this emotion, he also had a very secret, inexplicable feeling.Especially listening to Pan Jinlian's soft and lingering voice, he felt as if his whole body was being burned in a fire.

This feeling was the same as the last time when he accidentally saw Pan Jinlian getting close to his elder brother.Or to be more precise, deeper.

"... Wu... Lang..."

Fu Zhenhong's fingers sank into Wu Zhi's back hair, and her bony hands entangled with Wu Zhi's jet-black hair.This time he yelled very slowly and softly, and his originally clear voice turned into a charming charm.

Like a demon that cannibalize people's souls, it is bewitching thousands of people, and its beauty is burning.

The light in the room was already dim.

After the curtain fell, this narrow space appeared even darker.

Fu Zhenhong's black hair was scattered, and Wu Zhi covered her eyes with a layer of red cloth. The color of her beauty and Fu Zhenhong's fair skin formed a strong visual impact.

Wu Zhi put his hands on both sides of Fu Zhenhong's cheeks, staring at him deeply with his dark eyes.

At this time, the silver mask was no longer on his face, he bent down, and said into Fu Zhenhong's ear, "Call me Wu Zhi."

It's Wu Zhi.

Rather than Wu Lang, which is ambiguous, it can be called either him or Wu Song.

Hearing what Wu Zhi said, Fu Zhenhong knew it.

Wu Zhi noticed someone outside the door, and even guessed who it was.

At this time, Wu Zhi's forehead was already filled with sweat, and a thin layer of fine sweat appeared on the wheat-colored skin.

After saying this sentence, Wu Zhi pressed his hands on top of Fu Zhenhong's, and clasped his fingers with Fu Zhenhong again.Then, he kissed Fu Zhenhong's lips and swallowed his voice.

Wu Song outside.

He should have left immediately, but until this time, his feet that seemed to be stuck to the ground finally moved.With his lips tightly closed, he walked away from here as fast as he could, and quickly returned to his room.

Pan Jinlian and her elder brother are close relatives. With this relationship, there is nothing wrong with them doing intimate things.But there are some things that you know, and hearing them with your own ears are completely different things.

If you don't see it with your own eyes or hear it with your own ears, you won't think about it or care about it.

And once one of the two happens, it will be a different sense.Wu Song couldn't tell what kind of state of mind he was in at the moment.

He was sitting on the wooden bench in his room. Unlike the coldness of the wooden bench, the temperature of his body was a completely opposite kind of heat.His heart was also beating very fast, and it didn't slow down much because of the distance.

At this moment, he could no longer hear the voice from the next door, but the voice of Pan Jinlian that he heard just now still seemed to be lingering in his mind.

Wu Song closed his lips tightly, trying to block out the voice in his mind.

However, the more he did this, the clearer the voice became, like some kind of spell, lingering.

He stood up abruptly and began to pack his luggage, trying to distract himself so that he could forget other things he shouldn't be thinking about.

He moved quickly, and he packed his bags in a short time.

Wu Song's original plan was to start again tomorrow morning, but now it seems that the sooner he leaves, the better.Staying any longer will only increase trouble.

He didn't want to stay any longer.

Right now, Wu Song couldn't say goodbye to his elder brother in person, so he found a pen and ink from the cabinet and wrote a farewell letter with it.

He walked out of the room with the letter, glanced at the direction where his eldest brother and Pan Jinlian were, and then strode downstairs.

After placing the letter on the wooden table downstairs, Wu Song left directly.

…………

The afternoon sun is warm but not scorching, and the halo sprinkled on the ground gives people a sense of warmth.

inside the room.

Fu Zhenhong was sleeping on the bed, his underwear was loosely worn on his body, and on the exposed skin of his neck and collarbone, there were large and small clear hickey marks.

His thick eyelashes were half down, and even though the redness at the end of his eyes had dissipated at this moment, there was still a careless laziness flowing between his brows.

Wu Zhi was lying on his side beside Fu Zhenhong, full of satisfaction.At this moment, he just supported his temple with one hand, staring at Fu Zhenhong quietly, a rare softness appeared in his dark pupils as black as ink.

"Are you tired?" Wu Zhi said, although his voice was not as hoarse as before, it was still very deep, with a lazy tone in his magnetic voice.

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak.

Wu Zhi stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the end of Fu Zhenhong's eyes.

Fu Zhenhong didn't look at him, and directly raised her hand to slap Wu Zhi's hand away.

Wu Zhi was not annoyed, but smiled lightly, and moved his hand into Fu Zhenhong's loose hair.

As if he had found something interesting, he used his fingers to pick up a few strands of Fu Zhenhong's hair, and twirled them round and round.

Only then did Fu Zhenhong look at him.

Facing Fu Zhenhong's gaze, Wu Zhi blinked his eyelashes innocently.

In the next second, he leaned over slightly, lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance emanating from Fu Zhenhong's hair with the tip of his nose, and then called out Fu Zhenhong's name in a voice that only the two of them could hear.In the low and slow tone, there is a kind of intimacy with unknown meaning.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows slightly: "Aren't you pretending?"

Fu Zhenhong's question was actually without any sign.

But he knew that Wu Zhi understood what he wanted to express.

The corners of Wu Zhi's lips hooked slightly, he stared at Fu Zhenhong for two seconds, and replied a few words: "Stop pretending."

Wu Zhi is not stupid, he can feel it, instead of pretending to be a character that has long been seen in front of this man, it is better to directly expose a more real self.

Wu Zhi looked into Fu Zhenhong's eyes: "I have a question for you."

Fu Zhenhong said lazily, "Say it."

Wu Zhi: "What's your relationship with that man?"

Fu Zhenhong replied casually: "It doesn't matter."

"But your behavior with him at that time seemed very intimate." Wu Zhi stated this fact, even if he thinks about the scene he saw at that time, he still feels irritated.Especially, that man was Ximen Qing.

"I was just threatening him at that time." Fu Zhenhong said truthfully.

"Threat him?"

"Yes." Fu Zhenhong said, "I showed up wearing a mask because I didn't want to be recognized."

Hearing this, Wu Zhi reorganized the information obtained in his mind.

This time, he was sure that Pan Jinlian did not like Ximen Qing as much as Pan Jinlian did in the previous life.

It was also certain that things should not be as he first thought.

Because if that were the case, there would be no need for Pan Jinlian to wear a mask in front of Ximen Qing.

And one more thing, this Ximen Qing gave him a somewhat different feeling from Ximen Qing in the previous life.But the specifics are different, because the contact time is too short, Wu Zhi can't tell for the time being.

Thinking of this, Wu Zhi put this question aside, and asked another question he cared about: "How did you know each other?"

Fu Zhenhong replied, "I met by chance."

Wu Zhi was silent for a moment when he heard the words, his eyes stared straight into Fu Zhenhong's eyes, as if he wanted to use this to penetrate into Fu Zhenhong's heart to confirm whether he was lying or not.

Seeing this, Fu Zhenhong raised her eyelids, and asked calmly, "Do you think I'll lie to you?"

Wu Zhi didn't answer Fu Zhenhong's question, but said, "You know, what I want to know is how you met him."

Hearing this, Fu Zhenhong chuckled lightly, and looked at Wu Zhi with a hint of meaning in his eyes.

He sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, stretched out his hand to gently pinch Wu Zhi's chin, parted his red lips slightly, and said slowly: "You should know, if you want to know something from me, you should take The corresponding information will be exchanged with me in equal value."

After saying that, Fu Zhenhong put her lips next to Wu Zhi's ear, and said slowly: "About this point, I think you should be very clear now."

Wu Zhi didn't speak, his eyes flickered, and there was a hint of thought in his eyes under the mask.

Fu Zhenhong smiled lightly, tilted her head slightly, and pressed a kiss on Wu Zhi's chin: "I'm a little hungry, you can cook."

His voice was still a little hoarse, and the light and fluffy words were spoken in a natural tone, but it didn't make people feel that he was ordered.

No one will refuse.

In fact, a man like him doesn't need any orders, and there will be people who will follow his lead, waiting to be sent by him.

Wu Zhi hummed in a low voice, stroked Fu Zhen's red face lightly, and replied, "I'll get you some light food."

As for the topic just now, with the acquiescence of the two, it was temporarily put aside.

Wu Zhi knew very well that some things should not be rushed for a while.

And the way he gets along with Pan Jinlian must be changed.

Wu Zhi narrowed his eyebrows, got up from the bed, and then straightened his clothes.

After he put on his coat, Fu Zhenhong also got off the bed.

Seeing this, Wu Zhi naturally knelt down and put on shoes for Fu Zhenhong.

Compared with the speed at which he put on shoes for himself, the speed at which Wu Zhi put on shoes for Fu Zhenhong seemed very slow.His palm was pressed against Fu Zhenhong's feet, the wheat-colored skin and Fu Zhenhong's fair skin formed a visual difference.

He seemed to enjoy the feeling of holding Fu Zhenhong's feet in his palm.The callused fingertips rubbed Fu Zhenhong's smooth instep.

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak, just looked at him and let Wu Zhi move.