Zilan

The first person Yan Zhuoqing waited for was not the young master, but the young man who brought in the water.

It seemed that Xiao Er was knocked down when he crossed the threshold, and the bucket hit the ground with a loud noise.

"It's so dark, Mr. Jiang, why don't you light the lamp?" Xiaoer complained.

A gentle voice responded to him: "I was resting with Yan Daxia just now, so I didn't turn on the lights."

"Hold, I'm sorry." Xiaoer hesitated and said guiltily, "I disturbed Mr. Jiang's sleep, and caused you to be licked all over by those two big guys."

Yan Zhuoqing frowned, who would have known that the famous Yijian Liuhun would be careful to teach the two beasts a lesson.

"It's okay, not to mention taking the camel away is what I should do." Jiang Jiuwan comforted.

"Blame me for not stopping." Xiao Er said annoyedly. He really didn't expect the two camels to be so eager to get close to the young master, and almost kicked Xiao Er away who was pulling behind them. At least he could drag them when they were squatting at the door. move a little.

The two exchanged a few more words in a low voice, and then heard the sound of the door closing, and Xiao Er's footsteps went away.

The room was silent again.

After a few breaths, there was the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, and the water stirred.

The darkness filled the eyes and made it impossible to see anything, but it made the hearing more sensitive. Yan Zhuoqing could picture in his mind how the bony fingers gracefully and slowly untied the belt, and the large robe and obscene clothes fell down to cover the ankles. , revealing a slender and fair neck and beautiful shoulder blades, long hair falling behind the neck, white and black intertwined to evoke the most primitive desires.Maybe there should be moonlight falling, and the naked body looks like fat in the shimmering water, making people want to stretch out their hands to caress and caress, and also want to press it hard, leaving behind a lot of beauty.

Yan Zhuoqing's breathing gradually became hot, he closed his eyes to clear his mind to suppress the gushing desire, but the sound of stirring water made the unknown flame burn more vigorously over and over again.

Water droplets splashed down, and Jiang Jiuwan rubbed his bare feet on the ground for a while before the sound of clothes rubbing against each other.Young Master Jiang is used to being served. Although he has dressed himself since he went out, he is still a little unskilled.If it was any slower, Yan Zhuoqing couldn't restrain himself and rushed forward, maybe to dress him, or maybe he didn't need to put on any clothes.

The dripping drops of water came to the bed with the sound of footsteps, and the watery hand touched the bound arm.Because he couldn't see, Jiang Jiuwan could only feel up along the crook of his arm until he felt the rope that was still tied well.

Finally, the hand that lit the fire moved away, before Yan Zhuoqing could breathe a sigh of relief, that hand began to grope down.

"What is this?" Jiang Jiuwan wanted to check the rope tied around Yan Zhuoqing's ankle, but his palm touched something extremely hot that was pushed up, which he had never felt on Daxia Yan before.

Jiang Jiuwan was weak and weak since he was a child. He had never had a desire, and he had never been taught this kind of knowledge. In doubt, he subconsciously touched it, trying to outline its outline.

He didn't notice that the person lying on the bed breathed a little harder at the moment when he touched the scorching heat, and looked at Jiang Jiuwan with eyes full of enthusiasm, while he still groped with his hands without knowing it.

dizzy.Jiang Jiuwan was pressed on the bed, his wet hair was stained with dark water stains on the mattress, and his scorching breath hit the top of his head.

"Young master." The hoarse voice seemed to have been burned, and the words he spit out were also full of heat.

With one hand resting on the wet collar, the white skin was slightly sunken and red marks appeared.Just when Yan Zhuoqing was about to continue moving, a small sobbing sound made him stop.

"Don't cry." Yan Zhuoqing covered his face with his palm, trying to wipe away Jiang Jiuwan's tears, but was blocked by an arm across his eyes, "Young master, let me touch it."

The little boy didn't respond, but suppressed his sobs.

The young master's appearance could not be seen clearly in the dark, Yan Zhuoqing raised his hand, the wind blew by his palm, and the oil lamp was lit.

"Don't light it!" The little boy finally said, and the lamp was just lit and then went out.

However, it only burned for a moment, which was enough for Yan Zhuoqing to see how miserable he was crying. Tears flowed down the side of his face, completely wetting the bedding.Yan Zhuoqing hugged the young master's waist, wanting to crush him into his arms, but worried that the force would hurt him too much.

"Why not?" Yan Zhuoqing kissed that thin wrist.

Jiang Jiuwan flinched, sniffed, and her voice was so low that she couldn't hear it if Yan Zhuoqing was not close: "I... don't want to see Hero Yan..."

"Don't want to see me?" Yan Zhuoqing got up slightly, her tone was unclear, and she couldn't figure out what emotion it was.

"No!" Jiang Jiuwan retorted hastily, holding his neck as he was about to retreat, "I just don't want to see Lord Yan's disgusting eyes on me."

"Don't leave me." He begged with tears.

"Why should I leave?" Jiang Jiuwan's movements made it easier for Yan Zhuoqing to touch his face, and she shed a lot of tears.

"Because I did such a bad thing to you..." Jiang Jiuwan's voice was lonely.

"Young man, why are you doing this?"

Jiang Jiuwan was silent.

"If you don't tell me, then—" It doesn't matter.It's just that Yan Zhuoqing was interrupted before he finished speaking.

The little boy was terrified of what he would say next, so he put all his eggs in one basket and said, "I want to occupy you."

"I hate when you're with other people."

"I hate that you have secrets with others that I can't know."

"I want all your eyes."

"I want to see everything about you."

Jiang Jiuwan completely gave up on himself at the end: "I drive away the people who are close to you. I am so greedy and despicable that even I hate myself."

"But...can you not leave?"

Jiang Jiuwan spread all of himself in front of Yan Zhuoqing, and even he himself felt that it was absolutely impossible for Yan Zhuoqing to stay, and his request was extremely selfish.

"When did I say I was going to leave?" Yan Zhuoqing lowered his head and kissed away the teardrops on his eyelashes one by one. His curled eyelashes were raised because of his words, and they wiped the corners of his mouth, numb, "Even if you're a young master, I don't allow you to hate yourself, since the young master is so good."

Jiang Jiuwan subconsciously wanted to deny it, but a muffled hum blocked all words.

Yan Zhuoqing kissed him.

Young Master Jiang's lips were as Yan Zhuoqing thought, his mouth was full of orchid fragrance, which made him want to devour it.

But Yan Zhuoqing still let go when he felt the young master sobbing and gasping for breath, and restrainedly pressed his index finger on his watery lips.It's a pity for Yan Zhuoqing, it would be great if he could see it, it must be full of color and fragrance.

"As long as it is what the young master wants, I will do my best to satisfy it, so it is good for the young master to tell me directly, don't hide it, it will make me worry."

"But my request is really too much." Jiang Jiuwan was attracted by his words, completely oblivious to the fingers that were ravaging his lower lip.

"It's my happiest thing to make the young master happy." In the untouchable darkness, Yan Zhuoqing's expression was devout like a believer.

"What's more, I don't want other people to see the young master."

"Thank you, Great Xia Yan." Jiang Jiuwan's voice was nasal, so soft that it made people want to bully.

"I don't like the young master thanking me, and we are already so close, why does the young master still call me Yan Daxia?"

"Zhuo... Yan Zhuoqing." You don't need to look to know how red the young master's face will be.

"No." Yan Zhuoqing was dissatisfied, and in response, the believer's hand got into the young master's clothes.

"Hero Yan, what are you going to do?" Jiang Jiuwan instinctively pressed his hot hands against his cool skin, but it made it easier for him to move.

"Young master is wrong again." Yan Zhuoqing leaned on his neck, "I wanted to ask you a long time ago, young master, are you a monster made of orchids, why are you so fragrant?"

"Well, I didn't smell..."

Jiang Jiuwan's next words were swallowed, leaving only the blushing sound of water and groans.

The fragrance of orchids is overflowing.

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