The Way of the Demon Cult Leader Chasing His Wife

The kiss was light and shallow, it just stayed on the lips for a while, and then left shyly.

Zhang Kuang was completely stunned.

This was already the best Xia Zhitao could do, she quickly lowered her head, a little afraid to meet the other party's eyes.

There seemed to be a little residual warmth on the lips, and the other's lips were soft, as if they were kissing a slightly stretched flower petal.

Just as Xia Zhitao was still thinking wildly, his lower jaw was gently lifted.Zhang Kuang leaned over, cupped his five fingers to support his chin, his dark eyes reflected a somewhat astonished self.

Xia Zhitao opened his eyes in bewilderment, and asked tentatively, "Then, are you not drunk?"

Zhang Kuang's fingertips were a little icy, and there was a cool touch where the skin met. She lowered her head and rubbed the tip of her nose against Xia Zhitao's eyebrows.

I have always known that Zhang Kuangsheng is good-looking, but she always looks indifferent and alienated when facing other people.

But when it was facing him alone, it seemed like the ice and snow had melted.The sun fell on the remnant snow, leaving only a clear and gentle smile.

Zhang Kuang's hands were placed on his waist in a very measured manner, his five fingers were slender and powerful, and he held Xia Zhitao tightly in his arms.Her voice was a little hoarse, falling low to her ears, inexplicably adding a bit of hazy sexiness:

"Not drunk."

"But soon."

The warm breath fell on the face, and there was a sense of ambiguity.Before Xia Zhitao could react, those lips pressed against him domineeringly again.

Unlike the first kiss, which was light and casual, the second kiss was affectionate and long, extremely lingering.

At first, it was forbearing and restrained.

Strictly keeping the sense of proportion, grasping the distance, suppressing all the intense emotions, burying them deep in the heart, turning them into a vast and endless river.

She kissed her lover cautiously, every movement was extremely gentle, but she was tempted and bewitched by the sweetness like honey and sugar.

Continuously, continuously deepening, until the sinking is beyond redemption.

Rationality and forbearance fade together, and they gradually lose control without knowing it. The desire is more and more, and the demand is endless.

The lips are struggling and entangled, but they are unwilling to let go of every inch and every foot.That kiss was so hot that it ignited a raging fire like a spark.

From the lips that touch, it seems that you can feel the endless complex emotions, and you can touch——

That clean, undisguised sincere love.

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The other party was too domineering, Xia Zhitao felt that he was about to lose his breath.Her whole body was pressed against the wall, every bit of her strength was stripped away, her arms were limp, and she almost couldn't even hold the other party's neck.

Xia Zhitao frowned slightly, and Zhang Kuang noticed it right away.As if waking up from a dream, she quickly let go of Xia Zhitao, and took a step back in a trance, bewildered.

Zhang Kuang lowered his head, with a submissive look, and said: "Sorry...I..."

As soon as Xia Zhitao took a breath, he laughed angrily at the pitiful expression of the leader, "Apologize? What are you apologizing for?"

Zhang Kuang muttered something sullenly, but his voice was too low, Xia Zhitao didn't hear it.To be honest, the leader is very guilty now, and always feels that he will be kicked out of the house by his wife in the next second, and then he will be homeless on the street.

Alcohol hurts!I shouldn't have drank a few more glasses just because I was happy and thinking that I wouldn't get drunk, which made me a little dizzy now.

You said, how good it is to eat some of the dishes cooked by your wife, why did you just start drinking.

The alcoholism was dormant in the chest cavity, waiting for an opportunity to move, coming fiercely, burning reason and self-control to the point of burning in two or three strokes.

Zhang Kuang lowered his eyes, but raised his head a little to peek at Xia Zhitao.

I accidentally lost control of myself just now, and lost some sense of propriety, Xia Zhitao was still panting slightly, with a few traces of blush on his cheeks, and watery eyes in his eyes.

And on the soft lips, it seems that someone has dipped a little red with a brush, and the brush strokes depict a peach blossom that has just bloomed, and it is softly dyed with a bit of thick spring color.

Do you still watch?

What are you looking at!

At that time, if Madam gets angry and throws you out, you will have nowhere to cry!

The leader scolded himself in his heart, quickly withdrew his gaze, and stared at the tiles on the balcony honestly, absolutely not daring to have any overstepping thoughts.

Xia Zhitao looked at her like a child who was punished for not being able to recite the memorization, with her hands behind her back and her head lowered, with a look of "I'm sorry, teacher, I know I was wrong", and she couldn't laugh or cry.

The time seems to have been deliberately lengthened, every minute and every second seems extraordinarily long, like a blunt knife sharpening the tense nerves.

She felt that she had waited for a long, long time, but the other party still didn't say anything. She felt flustered and uneasy, and she unconsciously gathered the corners of her clothes tightly, waiting for the man to sentence her to "death sentence".

In fact, only 30 seconds later, Xia Zhitao managed to catch his breath, and put his hands on his hot cheeks.

The hands were soaked in the coolness of the evening wind, which calmed down the pounding heart a little.

At this moment, Zhang Kuang has already begun to imagine his miserable life, being helpless, having no wife to hug and sleeping alone, and not wanting to be patted on the head suddenly.

Looking up, I saw Xia Zhitao smiling at himself, his voice was still a little unsteady, but there was no trace of reproach: "What are you doing? I'm not angry."

Zhang Kuang's eyes lit up, blinked, and asked in a low voice: "I was too rude just now, Taotao, are you really not angry?"

You are the majestic leader of the Demon Cult, why are you so cowardly?

Xia Zhitao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and continued to rub her head.While thinking about how good Zhang Kuang's hair is, it feels soft and smooth, and she explained: "What are you thinking, how could you be angry because of this."

A big stone in his heart fell to the ground, and Zhang Kuang secretly heaved a sigh of relief.She became more courageous, and leaned forward, wrapped her long arms around Xia Zhitao's neck, and gently brought her into her arms.

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Xia Zhitao didn't refuse either, but also put his arms around the other's waist, and the faint scent of hibiscus flowers lingered on the tip of his nose, which made people feel extremely familiar and reassuring.

Zhang Kuang put his arms around Xia Zhitao, and murmured brokenly: "When I was the leader, I heard that the Yashan faction arrested Mo Shaojun from the Northern Region of the Demon Realm. The child was rescued."

"The child has been imprisoned in the dark for more than 30 years, and his body is covered with scars of spiritual burning. After he was rescued by me, he once asked me, 'Is it possible that with your power, you will no longer have to live? In the dark, no more fear?'”

"I replied, no."

Her voice trembled slightly, like a child who had never eaten candy, and suddenly got a crystal fruit candy.

"Peach, do you know?"

"——I'm really scared, very scared, very scared, worrying about gains and losses every day, restless, always feel that one day...you will leave."

The child has never seen such a sweet candy, and he is reluctant to touch it.All day long, I carefully held the sugar in my palm, fearing that the sugar would melt.

I just want to find a small corner where no one can see and hide the sugar secretly.

"I have nothing, I don't have anything. I only have you, you can't leave me alone."

Her voice was obedient and soft, with a hint of grievance, begging in a low voice:

"You can't let me go."

As soon as the words fell, Xia Zhitao rushed forward, hugged her tightly, and promised her firmly: "Don't worry, it won't happen."

——Not only that, I also want to go to the fantasy world, find the place where we "first met", and find you.I need to connect this closed loop of time. At that time, I will come back to you.

Please wait for me, please?

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The balcony door was opened, and Uncle Fu was already asleep, but Xia Zhisong was still sitting on the sofa in high spirits, watching TV while eating melon seeds.

Seeing that the door was opened, he raised his head and asked, "Are the fireworks over?"

Xia Zhitao nodded and said, "Yes."

——Why do these two people look a little weird?

Xia Zhisong looked at the two of them, and saw that the teacher had a guilty face and wandering eyes, but his elder sister was still calm and calm, walked into the house calmly, and closed the balcony door by the way.

If Song Muzhao was here, he would definitely have seen the disheveled clothes of the two of them, as well as Xia Zhitao's slightly red lips.

But Xia Zhisong is the ultimate straight man, obsessed with studying since he was a child, so he just glanced casually before turning his attention back to the TV.

The apartment only has three bedrooms, Xia Zhisong and Fu Bo are both men, naturally Zhang Kuang can only live with Xia Zhitao.

Just as Xia Zhitao closed the door, the man surrounded her from behind, resting his head on his shoulder, and said in a soft and waxy voice, "Taotao."

"......is it okay?"

This "Can you?" Zhang Kuang asked about kissing, but Xia Zhitao, who grew up in modern times, had other meanings.

Her ears were burning red, and her heart was pounding. After hesitating for a while, she still found that she had no way to refuse her, and finally nodded slightly.

In the next second, he was picked up by Da Heng, and Zhang Kuang put her on the bed, bullying her.

The bed was so soft that it was like sinking into a giant cotton candy.On the other hand, Zhang Kuang propped his arms above Xia Zhitao, his loose black hair fell softly on the quilt, like a meandering stream.

She leaned down and kissed her forehead, then the tip of her eyebrows, the tip of her nose, and her lips.

The kiss was hot and scalding. It ran down the slender neck and imprinted on the collarbone, bringing a bit of itching.

The scent of hibiscus blossoms diffused like vines, climbing up the skin in circles, wrapping her tightly, and the warm breath melted on the skin, bringing a trance-like shivering feeling.

The moonlight fell into the quiet room, sparkling like a river of stars.

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As the saying goes, when the book is in use, you will hate it less.

The leader is very regretful at this time, she should not have burned the book "The Leader of the Demon Cult Falls in Love with Me" that Song Muzhao gave her, and now she is tied up and has nothing to refer to.

What to do?

do not care.

However, after kissing and hugging for a while, Xia Zhitao felt something was wrong.

Although the postures of the two were extremely intimate, and their manners were all lingering - they didn't even take off their coats, and even the top buttons of the collars were tightly buttoned.

Xia Zhitao seemed to know something, she silently pushed Zhang Kuang away, and asked with a serious expression, "Will you?"

Zhang Kuang looked innocent: "What?"

Xia Zhitao: "..."

I knew it.