palm blade

The hand on the chin was too strong, Lei Shao opened his eyes after holding on for a while, he didn't seem to notice Mu Zixing's abnormal state, and said in a hoarse voice, "Come up and sleep with me for a while."

Mu Zixing stared at him with dark eyes, and it took him a while to forcefully suppress the churning emotions in his heart, took off his shoes and went to bed without saying a word, and then lay down on the side far away.

But soon, an arm was placed on his waist through the quilt, and Lei Shao's hot and firm chest was also pressed up from behind, "What are you doing lying so far away?"

The scorching hot air sprayed on the skin on the back of the neck, and the low and hoarse voice penetrated from the ear like a small electric current, and rushed to the whole body in an instant.

Mu Zixing's body trembled violently, and then he wanted to escape.

At that moment, Lei Shao's other hand came from under his neck, hugged him tightly, and said softly, "Don't move, the needle is about to fall off."

It was only then that Mu Zixing remembered that Lei Shao still had needles on the back of his hand. He quickly got up and looked at it. Seeing that the drip was normal, he was slightly relieved, and then lay down again without moving.

Satisfied with his obedience and compromise, Lei Shao hugged Mu Zixing a little tighter, and then closed his eyes.

The medicine injected into the body should have the effect of helping sleep, and it didn't take long for Lei Shao to fall into a drowsy sleep. When he woke up again, Mu Zixing was holding the back of his hand and pulling out the needle.

Seeing him open his eyes, Mu Zixing paused with his hands and asked, "Did you hurt Mr.?"

"No." Lei Shao smiled, perhaps because of his illness, his light-colored eyes were a little damp, and he looked much milder than usual.

Mu Zixing avoided his gaze, carefully hung up the unplugged infusion tube and said, "I'll get the medicine for Mr.

Lei Shao didn't let go of the hand on his waist. Mu Zixing was already kneeling, but his other free hand stroked Mu Zixing's back and put him on his stomach. in his arms.

"Stay with me a little longer."

Lei Shao kissed Mu Zixing's neck, his slightly dry lips slowly moved up, sucking on the small earlobe, his hand stretched in from the hem of his clothes, and his warm palm rubbed the tight and smooth skin.

Under his touch, Mu Zixing's body trembled instinctively, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, he pulled out the opponent's hand, then pulled it up, and pressed it above his head.

"Sir?" Mu Zixing approached Lei Shao suddenly, nose to nose, and called out coldly, with a trace of hostility in his eyes.

The moment he grabbed Lei Shao's chin, he really wanted to question something, or do something to this person.

But because he couldn't bear it, he could only hold back.

Endure.

Control your mind.

He was aching all over from the fire that he had no way to vent and had to endure, but it was as if nothing had happened to this person, so he was holding him here and flirting here without changing his face.

The fire in my heart suddenly couldn't be suppressed.

Mu Zixing reached out and slapped the bedside lamp off, then kissed Lei Shao fiercely, almost biting Lei Shao's lips.

"hiss--"

Lei Shao struggled with his hand, and Mu Zixing suppressed him with greater strength, and bit his side neck with his head tilted.

Lei Shao's muffled snort came from above his head, but Mu Zixing didn't let go, and bit hard as if to vent.It wasn't until he tasted rust between his teeth that he changed from biting to sucking.

Unexpectedly, Lei Shao didn't struggle any more, and let go of his hand as if tacitly agreeing.

Although he was ill, he was still a 1.8-meter-eight man. He might not be as fast as Mu Zixing in killing people, but he was definitely in the forefront in terms of fighting and skill.

After all, in a place like Rongxing that eats bones and doesn't spit out dross, he might die unexpectedly one day. Ji Baichuan has trained his self-protection ability a lot. If he really wants to resist, Mu Zixing may not be able to restrain him.

But now he was lying on the bed, letting the youth on him do what he could, and only asked in the dark, "Mu Zixing, are you angry?"

Mu Zixing didn't speak, and bit down along the texture of his body.

The desire to destroy grew wildly in his heart.

When this person was high above, he wanted to pull him down, lock him up, possess him, and let him leave his mark on him forever.

At that time, he tried his best to suppress his dark side, but now he couldn't control it.

The room was full of Mu Zixing's panting, Lei Shao's connivance seemed like a silent effort, and the former's movements became more and more presumptuous.

When Mu Zixing pushed his legs away with his knees and stuck his fingertips underneath, Lei Shao trembled, grabbed his hand, and called out, "Mu Zixing."

Mu Zixing kept moving, and a strange pain exploded from his body. Lei Shao resisted the tingling urge to back away, and then whispered, "Mu Zixing."

The latter seemed to have finally heard his voice. His hand stopped, but he didn't pull it out. He just lowered his head and kissed Lei Shao's lips again, and asked heavily, "If I continue, will my husband hate me?"

Lei Shao's lips moved, but he didn't make a sound, but his body was resisting instinctively. After all, he was always on top, and never thought that one day he would be female under another person.

Unable to hear his words, Mu Zixing waited for a while, and continued with the previous work. Then when he raised Lei Shao's leg and was about to go in, the man under him said slowly, "No."

"How can I bear it?"

It was obviously just a short sentence, but Mu Zixing was defeated in an instant, and he bowed down.

He is also reluctant.

"I'm sorry, sir." After a long time, Mu Zixing backed away to help Lei Shao put his pajamas back together, and wanted to get out of bed.

Lei Shao stretched out his hand to grab him, and sat up from the bed, "Where are you going?"

"I..." Mu Zixing didn't know what to say. His mind was in a mess right now, and he was afraid that he would be impulsive again. He just wanted to leave this room first, stay anywhere for a while, and calm down.

But in the next second Lei Shao turned around and pushed him down on the bed.

Before Mu Zixing could speak, Lei Shao kissed him first.

"Don't talk," he said.

Mu Zixing didn't move or make a sound, let Lei Shao's warm lips slide over his lips, chin, collarbone little by little...

After a while, Mu Zixing's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked down in disbelief.

Mr. is giving him a mouth.

Mu Zixing's heart was like a thunderbolt, he never thought that Lei Shao would do this for him.

"Sir..." Mu Zixing called out tremblingly at the end, one hand tightly grasped the bed under him, and the other hand inserted into Lei Shao's thick hair.

Not long after, Mu Zixing disarmed and surrendered. Lei Shao swallowed what was in his mouth before he could avoid it in time, and pulled Mu Zixing to kiss him again.

"Are you in a better mood?" Lei Shao asked after a while.

Mu Zixing stared blankly, he tried his best to blink away the tears in the corner of his eyes, then raised his arms and hugged the man in front of him.