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The best flower carvings were placed in a jade vase, and Chen Beidou put a lot of thought into Bai Hemian.

This frivolous romance fell into Feng Qisong's hands and became an annoying provocation.

Second Master Feng picked the bottle cap off with his fingers, stroked the wet mouth of the bottle with his fingertips, and then drank it down in one gulp under Qian Shan's horrified gaze.

"Second Master!"

"What are you yelling about?" Feng Qisong threw the bottle aside casually, "Immortals are slow to take effect, and it will take me a while before I lose my mind."

"How can you drink it!" Qian Shan was frightened, "Second Master, Second Master, spit it out... spit it out quickly!"

"It's not poison." Feng Qisong pushed Qian Shan away, Shi Shiran went to the bed and sat down, "Go and call the young master in later."

"Called in?" Qian Shan repeated dryly, and then suddenly realized, "Yes, you have a young master, you are not afraid even if you are hit by a fairy... But second master, why are you making such a big circle?"

why?

Feng Qi paused slightly with his hands that folded his sleeves loosely.

Naturally, it was for that Bai Hemian who was still wavering between his regular customers and himself.

Feng Qisong knew Young Master Bai very well, before he found out the true identity of the regular customer, he could pretend to forget the past and follow him wholeheartedly, but when Feng Lao San took the initiative to admit that he was a regular customer, he was shaken .

Whether it was his heart or his reason that was shaken, Feng Qisong didn't dare to gamble, so he drank Chen Beidou's seasoned wine and decided to make the last move.

"You don't need to know the reason, you just need to tell He Mian this..." Feng Qisong took off his glasses, and the mole at the end of his eyes faded.

He told Qian Shan what he was going to say, and then sat silently by the bed, slowly waiting for the effect of the medicine to take effect.

Qian Shan left the east wing and found Young Master Bai in the garden who was watching the birds.

Bai Hemian raised his head, put his hands behind his back, and stared intently at the sparrows bouncing on the eaves.

The green grass growing in the cracks of the tiles was eaten by the birds, and another stubble emerged. He thought it was still spring in a trance, but when he was blown by the north wind, he immediately woke up and turned around with his neck curled up: "What's wrong?"

Qian Shan was terrified: "Young master, something happened!"

He curled his lips: "Feng Lao San drank too much again?"

These days Feng Wobai has caused troubles a lot, Bai Hemian is used to Qianshan's fuss, at the moment he is not nervous, and even waved his hands a little tiredly: "Forget it, let him go, wait for Second Brother Feng to finish Chen Beidou, Some of them feel better!"

"Young master, it's not the third master, it's the second master..." Qian Shan successfully scared Bai Hemian with one sentence, "Second master has drunk the wine Chen Beidou sent, and he has already become poisoned!"

"Wine from Chen Beidou?" Bai Hemian knew that Chen Beidou sent wine to pay homage to Feng Qisong. He thought it was unlucky and didn't respond at all. He thought that Qian Shan had already poured the wine, but now that Second Brother Feng drank it, the soles of his feet swelled. The cool air that came out went straight to Tianling Gai, and he almost couldn't stand still.

What Chen Beidou dropped must have been poison. How could Feng Qisong survive if he drank it?

As he thought about it, tears came down, he shook off Qian Shan, and ran like crazy to the east wing.

"Young Master!" Qian Shan was taken aback, and he raised his legs to chase after him. He hadn't finished talking about what Second Master Feng had told him!

But Bai Hemian's heart was full of the phrase "poisonous hair", and he felt that the sky was falling apart, and the scenes of the fake funeral before were flooding in one scene after another.

What he was worried about, what he was afraid of, what he tried to put aside, came to his eyes again.

"Second Brother Feng...Second Brother Feng!"

When the medicine in Feng Qisong's body took effect slightly, he heard Bai Hemian's heart-piercing wail, and he was dull and confused for a moment.

Earlier, he taught Qian Shan to tell Bai Hemian that he had been drugged and could only be saved if his loyal lover sacrificed himself.

It's a bit vulgar to say, but he bet that Bai Hemian would not refuse even if he sensed something strange.

Even if it was one-thousandth of the truth, Young Master Bai would not see him die.

At most, there will be a quarrel after the incident, but the heart that has been moved will not change, Feng Qisong is not afraid of Bai Hemian running away.

But now... Feng Qisong hugged the crying young master Bai with a headache, resisting the gradually boiling desire, and asked: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's all like this, and you still want to lie to me?" Bai Hemian pushed Feng Qisong hard, seeing that his eyes were red, thinking it was blood, he cried even more bitterly.

He is really a loser, he beat his parents to death, and now he wants to kill his second brother.

Second brother Feng is so kind and bitter, he is about to die before he shows his heart, how can people accept this?

He will spend many, many years with Feng Qisong, and maybe he will have a child.

later, later...

They have no future!

Thinking of this, Bai Hemian cried out of breath, as if he wanted to vent out all the grievances he had endured.

Feng Qisong was caught off guard by his crying, and he couldn't wipe away the continuous tears with both hands, so he had to look at Qianshan who was huddled by the door and didn't dare to look up.

Seeing Qian Shan's listless look, Second Master Feng guessed that something was wrong.Qian Shan probably didn't say a single word that he should have said to Young Master Bai.

It's a pity that Feng Qisong has no energy to explain anymore.

The immortal was like a cluster of fire blowing with the wind, burning more and more intensely in Bai Hemian's cries, Feng Qisong's hand that wiped his tears began to tremble, and finally pinched his fragile neck uncontrollably.

Bai Hemian cried and hiccupped: "Second Brother Feng...?"

"Your Second Brother Feng is really going crazy." Feng Qisong kissed the tears at the corners of his eyes angrily, "Stop crying."

"But you are going to die!"

Hearing this, Feng Qisong couldn't help but stare at Qian Shan again.

Qian Shan probably had no face to see people, and he didn't know where he had slipped away, so Feng Qisong had no choice but to look away, and patiently explained to Bai Hemian: "I won't die."

"But... but Qian Shan said that you were poisoned by Chen Beidou." He trembled all over, "Who is Chen Beidou? The explosion at the police station must have been done by him! Now he is poisoning you, what kind of poison can he poison you?" ? I... I really want to be your widow!"

"...Feng Qisong, listen to me, even if I make you a widow, it will be seven or eighty years later, not now!"

"...Why are you so stupid? He gave you wine, and you just drank it. I didn't even touch it. Why..." Young Master Bai's voice stopped abruptly, he twisted his waist uneasily, and stared at the two rabbits. Looking at Feng Qisong with eyes like eyes, "Second Brother Feng?"

Feng Qisong held his forehead and sighed.

Bai Hemian hiccupped and lowered his head to touch.

"Hemian." Feng Qisong restrained his wrist.

Bai Hemian laughed through tears: "You can still be tough, don't you need to die?"

Feng Qisong was also amused by this nonsense that came from nowhere. He hugged Young Master Bai in his arms and walked to the bedside: "Well, you don't have to die."

"What kind of medicine did Chen Beidou give you?"

"The fairy falls."

"Ah..." Bai Hemian was stunned, and then suddenly realized, "The fairy fell, the fairy fell... no wonder, but why did he fall the fairy for you?"

Young Master Bai, who had been an oiran, naturally knew the efficacy of the medicine poured by the immortal.Sometimes the dancers and singers that the guests like are unwilling to sell themselves, so they will be drugged, and the immortals are the most effective drugs.

"Isn't it because of you?" Feng Qisong couldn't bear it any longer, and took off his clothes casually.

Feng Qisong looked at the gentleness, but the body hidden under the clothes was full of explosive power.

Bai Hemian saw one or two old scars, and also saw the muscular and smooth waist. He stretched out his hand to caress eagerly, and then narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

He thought about what Feng Qisong said in a daze, and realized that Chen Beidou had his eyes on him.

Of course he knew, from the moment Chen Beidou's gaze became viscous and disgusting, he knew that Deputy Commander Chen had become the second Chen Yueye, and he had twisted thoughts about him.

Bai Hemian was overjoyed, hooked Second Master Feng's neck, and leaned closer: "Second Brother Feng, are you jealous?"

A man in love in this world treats his lover like a beast guarding his partner, and love is equal to possessiveness.

"Still asking?" Sure enough, Feng Qisong bit his lower lip gently, "You are mine."

Bai Hemian was so excited that his waist went limp, and he lay on the bed panting.

The right time, the right place, and the right people, tonight is a good night for them.

Unexpectedly, Second Master Feng who had already been ignited by desire suddenly got up, pushed him to the side of the bed, and then turned around resolutely.

"Second Brother Feng?" Bai Hemian's desire was strangled to death by that determined back.

He turned pale with fright, and wet tears fell from his eyelashes.

"You..." Feng Qisong supported the table and said dryly, "Go out."

"I'm not going out!" Bai Hemian screamed.

"I only want Hemian." Feng Qisong also raised his voice, lowered his head and murmured in pain, "I only want Hemian, except him... except him...I don't want anyone."

Bai Hemian's heart started beating uncontrollably again, and he saw an extremely calm soul in a man who was knocked unconscious by an immortal.

Feng Qisong wants him, only him.

Even if she lost her mind, she was afraid of betraying him.

"Second Brother Feng...it's me." Bai Hemian unbuttoned his clothes and walked towards Feng Qisong while taking off his clothes.

He quickly took off his jacket, underwear, pants... Finally he hugged Feng Qisong's waist tremblingly: "Second Brother Feng, it's me, I'm Hemian."

"He Mian?" Feng Qisong's eyes became more bloodshot.

"It's me." Bai Hemian impatiently stood on tiptoe, trying to kiss Feng Qisong's dry lips.

But he was pushed away again.

Feng Qisong held the tea bowl on the table, poured it on his face without hesitation, and then fixedly looked at the naked young master Bai through the sporadic clarity, his tense nerves finally relaxed.

Feng Qisong stretched out his hand to him: "Hemian."

He threw himself into the arms of Second Brother Feng, resolutely.

"Don't you regret it?" Feng Qisong asked hoarsely, "I... If I get you, I will never let you go."

"No, I don't regret it." Bai Hemian was also moved, "I know what you want."

Isn't it him?he will.

Feng Qisong was silent for a moment, then sneered, pinching the back of Bai Hemian's neck: "Do you know what I want?"

He never got what he wanted.

Feng Qisong wanted the carefree life of the third child, wanted the marriage contract between the third child and Bai Hemian that had been known to the world since they were young, and wanted a sincerity that could not be obtained but became an obsession.

Now Bai Hemian actually said that he knew.

How could Feng Qisong believe it?

A hysterical madness appeared in Feng Erye's eyes. Once the feelings he had endured for many years broke out, there was a tendency of extinction.

"What I want is not that you get close to me when you think of me, or fly away if you want to fly away."

"Bai Hemian, what I want is for you to be close to me and do what couples in the world do; Winged geese will always fall in my arms."

"I want you to leave me as painful as the separation of flesh and blood, but not to see me as painful as lingering; I want to never be separated in this life, and if there is a next life, you will also be my wife, Feng Qisong!"

Every word and sentence is like thunder.

Bai He slept like falling into an ice cellar, and after a while, his lips moved: "Feng Qisong, you are really ruthless..."

A line of tears slipped from the corner of his eyes, and he pushed Feng Qisong away: "It's so ruthless, so ruthless! Do you not believe that I like you? You don't believe it...Feng Qisong, if this is the case, then I don't want to continue to like you, you ..."

He couldn't speak any more, turned his head and threw himself on the bed, so wronged that he wished he could cry, but the next second he uncontrollably rushed towards Feng Qisong who was standing there.

Bai Hemian cried and hugged Feng Qisong's neck: "But I like you, I...I really like you!"

He was answered with hot hugs and fiery kisses.

The vicious desire was burnt out by the burning desire, and it became a tacit secret between them.

Feng Qisong waits for Bai He to sleep, love and possessiveness are equal.

Bai Hemian knew that after today, if he wanted to leave again, Second Brother Feng would definitely lock him at home and turn him into a canary in a cage, and he would never even think about flying out of the Feng family's gate for the rest of his life.

But why did he leave?

He likes him.

Feng Qisong lifted Bai Hemian's legs, wrapped them around his waist, and walked his fingers along the peony lines on the underside of the tailbone, as if he wanted to turn over the leaves and caress the soft soil below.

The soil was fertile and moist, and it could accommodate Fengqi pine perfectly without any reclamation.

The two of them stumbled to the side of the bed, Young Master Bai took off Feng Qisong's pants, and desperately touched the blazing fire.

The fire was burning hotter than ever before, Bai Hemian couldn't hold it, and fell down on the edge of the bed, looking pitifully at Feng Qisong, waiting for Second Brother Feng to teach him.

What can Feng Qisong teach him?

It was nothing more than holding that trembling little hand, reaching into the fire, and kissing his wet and soft lips amidst his gradually chaotic breathing.

Bai Hemian felt that the medicine poured by the immortal was too strong, so strong that Feng Qisong on his body seemed to be a different person, not only not gentle, but also very rough. Kissing gradually turned into biting, touching turned into kneading, Little by little he panicked.

The Feng Qisong he fell in love with was gentle and elegant, not the man who was gradually becoming crazy.

Feng Qisong was keenly aware of Bai Hemian's trembling even though he was knocked down by an immortal.

"Scared?" Feng Qisong pinched the tip of his chin, leaned over and pressed his forehead, "It's too late."

After saying that, he grabbed Bai Hemian's trembling little flame, held it firmly, and slid it familiarly.

Bai Hemian lay blankly, reminiscing about the words Feng Qisong said earlier, those curses that made him terrified but sweet, and gave him a few slaps forward. Withdrew.

"Do it yourself." Feng Qisong let go of his hand cruelly, leaving Bai Hemian at the peak of lust.

The corners of his eyes were red, and he bit his lip, knowing that it was useless to refute, so he took the initiative to grasp the thriving desire, and rubbed it bravely under Feng Qisong's hot gaze.

Young Master Bai's movements were jerky, obviously not in the usual manner, and there was nowhere to put his extra hand, he held Feng Qisong timidly, and kneaded it slowly.

He might as well not knead.

Feng Qisong had a deep obsession with Bai Hemian, once he fell in love, it would be overwhelming and irresistible, so Bai Hemian's rubbing seemed too gentle.

But Feng Qisong endured it, and watched Bai Hemian under his body to soothe his desire with strange eyes.

He was taking revenge on Bai Hemian's hesitation, in a way that he was also taking revenge on himself.

No one can tell which is more painful.

Bai Hemian's legs were wide open, he forgot his shyness, and caressed the burning flame heartily.Their eyes are entangled like glue, so love and so hate.

Bai Hemian felt that Feng Qisong was his own catastrophe, and he couldn't escape or avoid it, so he threw himself into the net.

He raised his head, and with a long sigh, shot all the whiteness on Feng Qisong's lower abdomen.

After venting, he turned into a satisfied little beast, curled up on the bed, and raised his eyebrows at Feng Qisong provocatively.

He belongs to him but doesn't need him.

Enraged, Feng Qisong put his arms around Bai Hemian's waist and leaned against him, his burning body was so hot that the young master ejaculated uncontrollably.

The warm liquid woke them both up.

Feng Qisong smiled softly, and regained his gentleness: "No more rubbing."

Bai Hemian raised her head in embarrassment: "If you don't wipe it, you don't wipe it." His things are not dirty, why do he have to wipe them?

But soon, Bai Hemian didn't have time to be ashamed, because the flames burned to the side of his tailbone, and dried the moist and fertile soil, turning it into a dry riverbed.

"Second Brother Feng...you hurt me." Bai Hemian hugged Feng Qisong's neck.

The deepest peony flower in his body slowly bloomed, revealing its tender heart, just waiting for Feng Qisong to pick it.

Feng Qisong was also looking at the peonies on his body.

At first he thought that Young Master Bai was beautiful, but only now did he realize that Young Master Bai is more gorgeous than beautiful.

It is not the beauty of a woman, but the allure of an immature youth, slender yet flexible.

Feng Qisong doesn't have to worry about getting too excited and hurting Bai Hemian, he knows that the young master will respond to him with the same enthusiasm.

Maybe they are not equal in posture, but in terms of emotion, they are evenly matched.

Feng Qisong turned Bai Hemian over and let him lie on the bed, revealing the blue lines on his back, then leaned over and kissed the stems of the peony flowers until he licked the branches rooted in the hole.

"Snake peony..." Feng Qisong kneaded his buttocks fascinatedly, "As you wish."

For the sake of the young master's wealth, Feng Qisong is willing to get drunk to death.

Bai Hemian hugged the pillow and listened awkwardly, the golden thread on the pillow cover swayed into a phantom in the corner of his vision.

He couldn't see Feng Qisong's expression, but he could feel the burning gaze, and couldn't help tensing his legs, but in the next second, Feng Qisong brutally separated his buttocks, the coolness made him wake up a little, Then came the horrified realization that a raging fire was coming.

"He Mian, you only have me." Feng Qisong slid his fingers into Young Master Bai's, kissed the back of his neck, a stern look flashed in his eyes, "There is only me!" Then he bowed hard, His posture carried the decisiveness of the past.

Young Master Bai's screams were trembling with emotion, he turned over with all his strength, his eyes were red, he hated Feng Qisong who was directly inserted, but the hot penis was stubbornly embedded in the wet acupuncture point, Go forward regardless.

His fingertips were numb, and the severe pain of being stretched out mixed with the shame of being violated, all exploded in his lower abdomen, unexpectedly rekindling the subdued flames.

Bai Hemian was so ashamed that he almost shed tears, he couldn't believe how lewd he was, but his emotion just gave Feng Qisong a reason to continue.

Second Master Feng hugged Young Master Bai into his arms, supported his buttocks with both hands, and opened them forcefully, then enfolded his lips, and firmly pushed into the end of his mouth.

Bai Hemian is capable of giving birth. The small cavity is small and soft, like soft flesh protected by wings. The moment it is pushed away, sticky juice gushes out.

Bai Hemian was so painful that he almost fainted, tears streaming down Feng Qisong's cheeks.

He knew that Second Brother Feng was angry.

Feng Qisong's anger is rarely shown on the face, but always suppressed in his heart.His gestures and every frown and smile are full of anger, only Bai Hemian can see through.

Bai Hemian shivered fiercely, clutching his stomach and moaning.

There is really no pleasure in the first time that is not gentle.

The moment Feng Qisong inserted it, he regretted it.He always loses control on Bai Hemian and regrets on him.

Feng Qisong held Bai Hemian in his arms, feeling his little resistance and trembling, and kissed his eyebrows frantically.

"Second Brother Feng, you really... you are so annoying." Bai Hemian leaned weakly on Feng Qisong's shoulder, feeling the flames in his body expand and burn, and suddenly smiled again.

He murmured softly: "It deserves it."

"Well, I deserve it." Feng Qisong's hand slipped down on Bai Hemian's waist, kneading it for him, as if he had completely forgotten that he had been felled by a fairy, and made out affectionately.

The pain came and went quickly. Bai Hemian was young, and the climax of emotion quickly overshadowed the pain of being pierced. He blinked and took a bite of Feng Qisong's Adam's apple.

This is a sign that it can continue.

Feng Qisong quickly understood, and pressed him on the bed, raised his legs and wrapped them around his waist.The little snake on Bai Hemian's chest seemed to know what was going to happen next, and shyly hid under the petals, but the peony flower was more excited than him, wishing it could fully bloom in front of Feng Qisong, so coquettish and so charming. pure.

"You..." Feng Qisong planted himself on Bai Hemian's body, with a wry smile, he withdrew from his body, pressed his fingers on the reddish acupoints, resigned himself to expanding for him, "I'm always reluctant."

Bai Hemian closed his eyes halfway, his chest heaved and heaved, he had tasted the hottest fire, so naturally he was not satisfied with the slightly cool fingers.He twisted his waist, not wanting to seal Qisong's hand, but instead moths to the flame.

Feng Qisong hesitated for a moment, caught him, and stepped forward to enter again.

The pain is naturally painful, Bai Hemian scratched countless red marks on Feng Qisong's shoulder, but he was laughing, laughing Feng Qisong was more anxious than him.

Feng Qisong indulged in biting Bai Hemian's earlobe.

Can you be in a hurry?

He is afraid of losing him.

The tender flesh of the cave shrank to hold the genitals. Now that he had been stabbed thoroughly, Feng Qisong penetrated deeply every time. Bai Hemian's pride was crushed by the lingering tide. He hugged Feng Qisong like a Afraid of drowning in the sea of ​​desire, he clings to the second brother Feng with all his hands and feet, and then his limbs are smashed to pieces, and sticky juice gushes out from the wet hole.

"Second Brother Feng..." Bai Hemian's legs fell on the bed, trying to hide under the quilt.

Feng Qisong fished him back, hugged him in his arms and fucked him, seeing the small flame burning between his fair legs, he couldn't bear it.

The firepower of the small flame was not strong, and it tended to go out after a few burns, but it stubbornly rekindled soon.Feng Qisong couldn't bear to watch him anymore, felt pitiful for him, so he stretched out his hand to rub him.

Being comforted in front of and behind him at the same time, Young Master Bai felt at ease, he spread his legs obediently, and heaved in Feng Qisong's arms.

This matter was different from what he had imagined, but it was similar to what the experienced singer in Hualou said—it was painful and refreshing, and it was fascinating.

Feng Qisong's top was extremely deep and heavy, the medicine had no effect, and even the gasp sprayed on the side of his neck was astonishingly hot.Bai Hemian bent slightly, and tore himself away from Feng Qisong's embrace, wanting to rest for a while, but was quickly pushed back by Brother Feng, and his penis was inserted heavily into the mouth, violating the small cavity.

He shed a few tears and barely had an orgasm. The semen he ejaculated was already very thin, and Feng Qisong hadn't released it yet.

"Second brother Feng, hurry...you hurt me." Bai Hemian twisted his body impatiently, shaking his legs, and brushed a hideous scar with his toes.

Even if Feng Qisong's legs were healed in sevens and eighties, some marks would remain forever.

They are medals, monuments, and the mark of young master Bai's love.

"Hate it?" Feng Qisong asked while pushing.

He shook his head and said falteringly, "Okay... okay." Everything is fine.

Feng Qisong heaved a sigh of relief, turned over and put Bai Hemian on his waist: "Are you good at riding horses?"

He hummed and nodded, and then jolted violently.

Bai Hemian didn't have a rein to hold on to, he frantically supported Feng Qisong's waist, the thrill of being possessed constantly rushed over, scraping his fragile mind, and turning Young Master Bai into a distraught and emotionally obsessed the oiran.

He screamed dissolutely, opened his buttocks, knelt on the waist of Second Brother Feng again, twisted his buttocks, and burst into tears with his genitals in his mouth.

The wanderlust he was hiding was completely exposed in front of Feng Qisong.

Feng Qisong preferred his unique obsequiousness, and the collision became more and more intense, and he stabbed him three or four times. When he was about to faint, he finally held down the young master's waist like a charity, and shot in the soft cavity with a muffled grunt. room.

Like the first break of a shower, with peonies falling here and there, Bai Hemian fell into Feng Qisong's embrace, gasping for breath, his eyes flashed one after another with brilliant white light, the pain in his lower abdomen was nothing, he just now She thought she would die on Feng Qisong's body.

Feng Qisong leaned over Bai Hemian's body looking for the thin snake, he licked the tender nipples, sucked lingeringly, and then roughly kissed the snake along the body.

Bai Hemian writhed like a snake, and before he completely calmed down, he got entangled with Feng Qisong again.

This time they were even more unscrupulous and wantonly vented their feelings. Young Master Bai rode the horse to his heart's content, his waist and limbs were so twisted that they were about to fall apart, and he still refused to stop.

"My stomach is so big from my shot." The medicine poured by the Immortal wore off early, Feng Qisong held his waist in distress, and couldn't laugh or cry because of Bai Hemian's strength, "When you wake up tomorrow morning, you should cry."

"No." Bai Hemian was so focused on begging, as if he had been bewitched, he felt that Second Brother Feng would be happy to move, and twisted his butt, "One more time...Second Brother Feng, hurt me quickly!"

People who taste the forbidden fruit for the first time are probably like this, suffering and being happy.

Feng Qisong squeezed his cheeks, couldn't bear to refuse, and said that he really didn't eat enough, so he lay down on his side, held his legs, stretched his waist and thrust them.

This posture is comfortable, and Bai Hemian doesn't need to make any effort, he fell in love with it almost instantly, hugging Second Brother Feng's neck and laughing silently.

"Second Brother Feng, I like you." Young Master Bai announced proudly, "I really, really like you."

"Ah."

"I really like it."

"Ah."

"From now on, I only like you."

"...Mmm." Feng Qisong's mind moved slightly.

He hoped that Young Master Bai would remember the oath he swore, and never waver for his former regular customers again.

Bai Hemian's remaining words were all submerged in his thick breathing, the quiet bedroom was a little too enthusiastic, and the shaking bed creaked like a good-natured snigger.The drowsy sky outside the window finally fell silent, but their night has not yet subsided.

After all, peony flowers are dead, and ghosts are also romantic.