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Ao Zhan leaned against the window, motionless, folded his arms, and looked at the person in front of him coldly.

Perhaps because of the enchantment, the bedroom was so quiet that even the faint breathing of the young man could be heard, but it seemed that the previous big battle was a bit ridiculous.

The tulle curtain was blown down on the gold-inlaid jade floor, twisted and twisted into a ball.

Some of the torn rips on the cloth surface had rough edges, hanging on the edge of the pearl oyster with teeth and claws, just enough to cover Zhang Qinglan's white and long straight legs.

Fortunately, there are no complicated decorations in the house, otherwise, after being hit by the spiritual currents scurrying around the house, what kind of chaos would it be now?

The two were relatively silent, and the dull but sticky atmosphere surged wantonly in the dark room.

Ao Zhan couldn't see any expressions or overly excited reactions, it seemed that all of this happened under his control.

With his back lightly leaning against the wall, the man raised his brows slightly, and even the slightly raised hair on his temples seemed a little careless.

The young man still looked confused and ignorant, kneeling and sitting in the middle of the open white shell, his phoenix eyes half closed, his long and even breathing made his thin chest rise and fall slightly, with a slight arc.

The room was pitch black, Ao Zhan didn't turn on the lights, relying on the eyes of monsters that can see things at night, staring at Zhang Qinglan's slender fingers resting on his knees, he was a little lost.

I don't know how long this silent stalemate lasted until the man was finally willing to straighten up, walked in front of the young man in three or two steps, seemingly casually picked up a few strands of black hair that fell on the other's shoulder, and twitched a few times: "Wake up!" ?”

When he spoke, his tone was very calm and indifferent, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his trembling fingertips because he couldn't control it, and the dark red blood streaks spreading from his eyes.

Even breathing became a little bit heavier, Ao Zhan saw that the other party was motionless, and after waiting for a while, he couldn't help closing his eyes heavily, then he raised his hand, pinched the back of the young man's neck, and said through gritted teeth: "...speak. "

The emotions in Canglong Moqing's demon pupils were constantly tumbling and ups and downs, as strong as a jar of strong wine. At this moment, a small gap finally opened in the wine jar, and the strong aroma of wine could no longer be concealed and escaped.

The young man remained silent.

Rubbing the soft/flesh on the back of his neck with his rough fingertips, Ao Zhan has always been impatient, and when he got tired of waiting, the veins on his forehead swelled up, and he sat down with a fierce expression on his face.

Afterwards, he picked up the whole person again, and the movement of hugging him into his arms was stumbling. He frowned tightly and helped Zhang Qinglan's waist up, as if he was afraid of crushing the fragile soul body.

Randomly pulled a piece of thick cloth, Ao Zhan wrapped the naked/exposed body of the young man into a silkworm chrysalis with three layers inside and three layers outside, and then said harshly to him: "Are you dumb? Speak quickly."

When he said this, his eyes were red, and he tried to suppress the sourness that kept surging up in his heart, and pinched Zhang Qinglan's chin to prevent people from burying their heads.

The soul body that has not yet completely condensed into a solid body is cold to the touch, but fortunately it is no longer an illusory appearance, it can be easily touched by people, and it is shackled in the palm of the hand.

Finally hugging him in his arms, Ao Zhan's hanging heart sank a little, and his fingertips couldn't help rubbing the corner of the young man's pale lips, as if he needed to keep confirming the existence of the other party to feel at ease.

After Zhang Qinglan was tossed like this, his originally empty eyes finally gradually condensed into stars.

The young man blinked slowly, and the whole person nestled in Ao Zhan's arms, so well-behaved that it was unbelievable-but when he saw the face of the person in front of him, his pupils trembled, and his whole body was as stiff as a piece of wood, unable to move at all.

Feeling the temperature from the cheek that didn't belong to her, Zhang Qinglan held her breath, and soon struggled to stretch out her hand from the cloth bag, tentatively holding the man's wrist, and even lowered her head actively, her cheek was on the The opponent rubbed his palm.

There was no color on his face, his eyelashes were long, and even a small piece of shadow fell on his eyelids, and he whispered: "Ao Zhan."

The opponent's palm was slightly cold, but compared to Zhang Qinglan, who was still half a soul, it was enough to make him feel a little "warm" touch.

"..."

Ao Zhan looked at the attachment clearly revealed in the opponent's actions, and the annoyance and complaints smoldering in his heart dispelled a little.

He looked at the young man's jade-like, slightly transparent soul, and finally he was reluctant to say anything serious, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm here."

The cloth that should have been wrapped around her body loosened because of Zhang Qinglan's peaceful movements, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin underneath.

Taking advantage of the moment when Ao Zhan was defenseless, the young man rushed towards him, grabbed the man's shoulders with both hands, and then climbed up to the back and neck bit by bit, using himself as a bargaining chip.

"...Tsk."

Seeing the other party slowly approaching, Ao Zhan was afraid that he would poke a hole in the weak spirit body if he didn't pay attention, so he had to back away a little every time Zhang Qinglan approached.

In this way, in the end Ao Zhan was thrown on the shell by the opponent, and he had to support the young man's back to prevent the opponent from falling off the bed due to instability.The red blood in the man's eyes hadn't faded, he frowned and asked him, "What do you want to do?"

Zhang Qinglan quickly responded.

He held up the side of Ao Zhan's face, bent down, and gently pecked and kissed the end of the man's eyes, bridge of nose, and the corners of his lips.

Her expression was gentle and affectionate, and there was still some sadness hidden that could not be easily seen: "I'm sorry...it's my fault."

Zhang Qinglan's voice was very low, and the ending was a little hoarse. The hair hanging down his forehead covered most of his eyes, but no one missed the young man's trembling body when he spoke.

Needless to say, both of them knew what the unfinished meaning in these words meant.

Even if Ao Zhan had already recovered his memory, he was also speechless at this moment, retracting the fingertips on the young man's waist, and looked at him silently.

The entanglement between the two of them is too deep and heavy, and now they want to find out whose fault it is from the beginning, it can't help but seem a little preoccupied.

Zhang Qinglan simply took it all in, carrying the guilt of hundreds of years and the pain of separation on her shoulders.Holding Ao Zhan's face, he lightly licked the man's lower lip with the tip of his tongue, and said seriously: "It's my fault."

"I made a mistake..."

The young man knelt on the man's waist with his legs apart. He half bowed his back, and finally couldn't help crying when he spoke.Transparent teardrops rolled down his cheeks in big drops, hitting Ao Zhan's heart:

"It's hard to dream of you... this time, can you stay with me a little longer?"