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Although Qingming had done this for Chu Hanyang before, when he was wrapped tightly in that kind of warmth and humidity again, Chu Hanyang couldn't help but tremble slightly all over his body.

Chu Hanyang was arrogant and arrogant, even though he had never cursed a word when he was young and vigorous, but at this moment he almost couldn't help but swear.

It's so ecstasy!

Lying on the bed, Chu Hanyang could faintly see Qingming's handsome brows furrowed slightly, as if swallowing was a bit difficult, and there was still a layer of water on those tough lips.

It's okay not to look at it, but Chu Hanyang felt even more restless when he saw it.

Suddenly, Gu Qianwang swelled up a little more, only to hear Qingming kneeling on the bed and humming in a muffled voice, as if he couldn't bear the growing size, he put his palm on Chu Hanyang's waist, Knead lightly a few times.

Chu Hanyang likes to put his arms around Qing Ming's waist, which feels great to the touch, but his own waist is actually one of his most sensitive parts.

As soon as Qingming's hands touched his waist, Chu Hanyang trembled almost immediately, lifting his waist up, and there were signs of losing control below him.

Chu Hanyang opened his mouth in a daze, let out a few heavy gasps, and couldn't say anything anymore.

After a while, he only felt a sudden tightening of his lower body, and a ecstasy of pleasure rushed all the way from below to his forehead, and his mind went blank immediately.

Chu Hanyang groaned softly, exuding a charming smell, shook his waist twice, bounced up suddenly, and finally fell back on the bed.

Qingming was caught off guard, choked twice, coughed a few times, just swallowed something in his mouth, before he could rinse his mouth, he was dragged up by Chu Hanyang, and kissed roughly.

A faint astringent taste filled the mouths of the two people, more direct and more impactful than last time.

Chu Hanyang kissed Qingming madly almost out of control, and Qingming also hugged him tightly in response, the two of them almost huddled together, even if there was no light in the room, Chu Hanyang could see it by the moonlight Qingming's red eyes.

Chu Hanyang's heart was beating like thunder, and he was slightly feverish. For some reason, he remembered what Xiao Huli had said to him during the day, his eyes flickered, he put his hand into Qingming's shirt, and caressed him. Fiery chest.

The kiss became more and more lingering, and the tongue protruded further and further, bringing a bit of provocation.

Qingming's forehead suddenly burst into a layer of hot sweat, he had already endured to the extreme, so he wanted the master to vent his anger as soon as possible, but he didn't expect that the master would not stop today somehow.

If it continues like this, Qing Ming is not sure whether he will do something that deserves death or not.

He wanted to back away a little bit to calm down, but just as his head moved back, Chu Hanyang's closed phoenix eyes suddenly opened a little, the water was rippling, captivating, and with a bit of majesty, people couldn't bear it Surrender.

Qing Ming just glanced at it, then lost her mind, was chased by him and kissed again, sinking into the valley again little by little.

Chu Hanyang hooked his lips, feeling that the hand caressing his body was a little out of control, gradually sliding down from his back, and finally stopped on the two soft petals, faintly intending to continue, although he was a little flustered, and a little proud.

However, before the hands really exceeded the limit, they suddenly stopped.

But just touching it, there was a warm, soft and tender feeling in the hand, which was incomparably alluring, but it made Qing Ming's whole body tremble, and cold water poured down his hot heart.

What is he doing!This is his master!

Even if he really had that kind of thought, if he really did that kind of thing, how could the Lord tolerate him staying by his side!

Qing Ming didn't dare to hope that his peerless master would really be willing to be crushed by a man to do that kind of thing.

"Lord."

Qingming sighed, her voice was low and hoarse, she backed away slightly, her eyes were lowered but she didn't speak.

Chu Hanyang was taken aback for a moment, and looked at him in disbelief. He didn't expect that he actually stopped at this juncture.

He lightly pursed his lower lip, feeling the burning heat and hardness of his lower abdomen, and asked in a low voice, "You...can I help you?"

Qingming's throat moved, and he said in a hoarse voice: "This subordinate is fine. My lord, it's time for you to rest."

He didn't dare, and even more reluctantly.

Chu Hanyang was completely stunned, staring at him fixedly, unable to speak for a while, but what Xiao Huhu said to him during the day kept echoing in his mind.

Could it be that he really forced Qing Ming?

Could it be that everything Qing Ming did was due to being too loyal?

No, the night before, Qingming clearly admitted that she had had unreasonable thoughts about herself.

Then why did he never want to do that kind of thing with him?

The blood in Chu Hanyang's body cooled down little by little, he thought about it carefully, and finally lay down silently, hugging Qing Ming's waist without saying a word, and seemed to be gradually falling asleep.

Qing Ming knew that he must have displeased the master just now, but if the master continues to toss, he will really lose control.

It seems that I have to pay attention to it in the future, otherwise one day I really can't control what I do, and then I will regret it.

He sighed, put his arms around Chu Hanyang, and closed his eyes, but he still couldn't fall asleep.

Chu Hanyang and Qing Ming were lying on the bed, skin to skin, and breath blending, but their thoughts were completely different, and they fell into a dead end.

On this warm spring night, they hugged each other for the first time and suffered from insomnia together, and pretended to be asleep together.

Chu Hanyang was angry, and Qing Ming soon noticed it.

Although Chu Hanyang didn't lose any temper with him, Qing Ming just felt that the Lord was angry with him.

Because whether it was getting along with him or talking to him, Chu Hanyang was cold and alienated a lot, and the reason was obvious without thinking about it. There was no doubt that it was because he pushed the master away that night.

Qing Ming had a hard time saying it, and she didn't talk much, and she didn't know how to explain it at this time.He could only watch Chu Hanyang become estranged from him day by day in bewilderment, and in the end he didn't even hug him to sleep.

Chu Hanyang ignored him, and plunged straight into Xiao Chen's room, his face so gloomy that water dripped out.

Xiao Chen glanced at him, turned his already slick mind, and immediately understood the crux of the matter. However, not only did he not say anything about it, but he added embellishments, turned black and white, and told the truth of the matter completely in another way. A look.

Chu Hanyang became even more depressed because of this, he didn't know how to face Qing Ming, so he simply avoided him and went outside to drink alone.

Qingming and Chu Hanyang have always been inseparable, how could he not notice that Chu Hanyang was avoiding him, and his heart became more and more distressed, his dark eyes became deeper day by day, and the pain in his eyes became more intense day by day.

Xiao Chen saw everything clearly, but just secretly smiled, the fox's eyes flickered, he saw through and didn't tell the truth, and watched the two people's awkwardness with each other, taking great pleasure in other's misfortune.

In this way, another half month passed.

One day, Xiao Chen saw Chu Hanyang hiding out to drink again, suddenly stopped Qing Ming who was looking for someone, and looked at him with a half-smile.

"Don't look for it, Xiaodao is drinking in the back mountain."

Qing Ming's eyes darkened when he saw him, and without saying anything, he turned around and was about to leave.

However, Xiao Chen hooked his lips, his slender fox eyes were bright and sharp, and suddenly there was a trace of provocation.

"Xiao Dao has no heart, just like everyone else. If you don't dare to take him, then Xiao will do it."

Qing Ming turned around abruptly and looked at him coldly, with a stern look on his brows and eyes.

"you dare!"

He holds the Lord at the tip of his heart, even he himself is reluctant to move, how can Xiao Chen be allowed to make a move!

"Xiao is really courageous. As I said, if you don't dare to ask him, then I'm willing to help you. If you don't dare to fight yourself, then don't block others." It is a positive color.

Qing Ming's eyes suddenly darkened, looked at him coldly, and slowly uttered three words: "Don't even think about it."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left, but his usual calm breath suddenly became a little irritable.

Seeing that he was walking away, Xiao Chen suddenly withdrew the seriousness in his eyes, slapped his legs and laughed wildly again, turned his eyes, flashed brightly, and quietly followed Qingming up.

I saw Qingming carrying two jars of spirits and came to a very secluded back garden behind Jingxin Garden by himself. Xiao Chen stared at the wine for a few times, slowly pulled away a malicious smile, and left quietly up.

When night just fell, Chu Hanyang came back from practicing in the back mountain. He was about to go back to his room when he saw Xiao Chen blocking the road, and immediately said angrily, "What are you doing here?"

Xiao Chen sighed with a look of heartache.

"Just now I saw your guard running to the back garden with two jars of spirits. The wine was given to you by Xiao Yanzi as a 'lost soul'. It's a waste to be drunk by him like this."

"Lost soul"?

Chu Hanyang frowned all of a sudden, this man's injuries were just healed, why did he drink such strong wine?

Even Chu Hanyang didn't dare to drink too much of that wine, even if he had internal strength, half a jar could make him unconscious, why did Ah Qing drink it with two jars?

"The wine is too strong. He will hurt himself if he drinks like this. I'll go find him."

Chu Hanyang frowned more and more, and finally raised his legs and walked towards the back garden.

Xiao Chen didn't stop him either, and when he was far away, he curled his lips together and let out a weird smile.

"I don't know what a lost soul tastes like with a little bit of ingredients. Chu Xiaodao, I hope you are safe and sound."

The author has something to say: Sit tight. . .Speed ​​up the car. . .I don't know if this chapter will survive