East China Sea dust

Zhang Qinglan got under the quilt without taking off her coat, and the rough material rubbed against the man's forearm, causing an inexplicable itchiness.

The young man was thin and thin, with long hair hanging loosely on his shoulders, lying on Ao Zhan's chest, with both hands outstretched to wrap around the man's shoulders, his phoenix eyes drooped slightly, and he didn't say much.

When I opened the window in the middle of the night, it was still the window of the Dragon King of the East China Sea.In the whole world, Zhang Qinglan is probably the only one who has the courage.

The body temperature that belongs to mortals penetrates through several layers of fabric, bit by bit.Feeling the softness and warmth in his arms, Ao Zhan glanced at the innocent Zhang Qinglan, and said coldly, "Go down."

The young man was not intimidated by the scolding, and curled his lips into a meaningless smile.Immediately, he leaned forward and leaned forward, planted a light kiss on the lower lip of the gloomy Lord Dragon King, and mumbled: "...Ao Zhan."

Raising her hand, Zhang Qinglan unbuttoned the coat, facing Ao Zhan's gloomy gaze like cannibalism, without realizing it, she raised her hand and threw the coat casually to the corner of the bed.

The young man leaned forward, propped his hands on the soft bed, a few strands of black hair that had been tangled around his shoulders slid down and rubbed against Ao Zhan's side face unsteadily, causing a slight itchiness.

The room was pitch black, and Zhang Qinglan couldn't see clearly. He leaned over slowly, lowered his head, and got very close, so he could barely make out Ao Zhan's face at this time.

While breathing, Ao Zhan's expression was serious and indifferent, watching the young man's movements with cold eyes, without saying a word.

The two looked at each other in silence, and suddenly, several pictures flashed before Ao Zhan's eyes - the young man's long black hair fluttering in the deep sea, the stupid face of stuffing a large bag of gold and silver treasures for the other party, and even ...the cold and slippery feeling when the tail wraps around the opponent's calf.

Ao Zhan's eyelids twitched.

In an instant, when I just woke up, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the meaningful smile on the face of the mortal woman in the corner.

Such dizziness and memories are just a moment.

After a while, the frowning man restrained all the complex expressions in his eyes.

Zhang Qinglan blinked, with a flattering smile on his face.It's just that the smile was a bit perfunctory, it just hooked the corners of his lips, and then he gave up after a flash.

He leaned forward, and like a newborn kitten, he stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of the man's mouth.

The soft and warm touch gradually became more obvious with the young man's movements. Ao Zhan frowned, raised his hand and pinched the young man's chin forcefully, his eyes gradually became severe.

After a moment of silence, he asked in a deep voice, "Are you out of the house again today?"

He held Zhang Qinglan's chin and nodded with difficulty.

He wanted to speak, but he could only hum a few times indistinctly, which was counted as an answer.

The young man stretched out his hand, his slender and slender fingers lightly placed on Ao Zhan's wrist, his palm lightly rubbed against the back of the man's hand, mouthing the man delicately: "Yes, it hurts."

Because of the shackles, even the tone of the young man's speech has become cohesive and vague.The thin lips were moist and bright red, but they opened and closed without making a sound.

The man's callused and rough fingertips rubbed the white jade-like soft and delicate skin underneath, and ravaged the youth's soft lower lip several times.Ao Zhan didn't let go until his fingertips got a little wet, and scratched the opponent's underwear a few times in disgust.

Ao Zhan sat up halfway, and grabbed the thin waist of the young man who was about to lean back.

Originally, Zhang Qinglan's posture of lying on him changed instantly, and the young man was confined in Ao Zhanquan's arms, unable to move.

Not intending to pretend any more, the Dragon King of the East China Sea revealed a pair of green vertical pupils, and his cold breath passed over the ears of the mortal in his arms.

The reason why he agreed to the invitation of the owner of the Liangzhuang Village today is because of the restraints imposed on him by the laws of heaven and earth.The rules set by Heaven for him are harsh, as long as it is related to disasters in Ye City, the Dragon King of the East China Sea must personally attend to every detail.

...Having to make false promises to a group of vulgar and exaggerated mortals really made Lord Dragon King involuntarily feel irritable.

Ao Zhan tilted his head, leaned close to Zhang Qinglan's neck, sniffed the faint fragrance from Zhang Qinglan's body, and sighed in a low voice: "I'm really disobedient."

Zhang Qinglan was held in his arms, very quiet and motionless, just blinking, staring at the gilt vase in a corner of the room, without making a sound.

The fresh and peaceful fragrance of the young man was all in his breath, and Ao Zhan's bewitching vertical pupils were emotionally tumbling... After a long while, he regained his calm and returned to the darkness that belongs to human beings.

There is always a light smell on Zhang Qinglan's body, like the most effective medicine, which can calm him down.

Even at the very beginning, the young man was about to be kicked out of the house by his order, but just because of a scent of green bamboo passing through his nose for no reason, Ao Zhan changed his mind by a strange coincidence, and kept him for several years.

The violent agitation that lingered in my heart every day was temporarily driven out, leaving only a piece of peace and comfort.

Realizing this, Ao Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly, and put more force on the arm around the young man's waist: "..."

For a while, there was nothing else in the room except Zhang Qinglan's shallow breathing.

The two sat opposite each other, the young man was pressed into the arms of the man with his head down, and he couldn't see the other's expression clearly at this time.Just when Ao Zhan fell into some kind of madness again, Zhang Qinglan yawned a little because the other party couldn't see her either.

After a while, Ao Zhan seemed to have sat enough, and then he lay down with Zhang Qinglan in his arms, pulled up the green silk and covered them both.

Zhang Qinglan nestled in the man's arms, looked towards Ao Zhan with her chin raised, her eyes adapted to the darkness, she could see the cold face of the other party with her eyes tightly closed.

After being obediently quiet for a moment, the young man called again in a low voice: "Ao Zhan."

"Aren't you angry with me?" Zhang Qinglan was serious, what she said meant something, she pursed her lips, and asked many things: "Are you going to sleep?"

The man with tightly closed eyes twitched when he heard the words, and raised his eyes to glance at Zhang Qinglan. After a moment of silence, he stretched out his hand with a dark face, directly covering the young man's eyelids, and reprimanded him in a hoarse voice: "Shut up. "

The eyes suddenly became empty and dark again, Zhang Qinglan blinked and gave a soft "oh".

Feeling the slightly itchy touch of the eyelashes brushing between his palms, Ao Zhan let out a low scoff in his heart... but he didn't attack it after all.

Without the chatter of the youth, the room returned to tranquility.

The two slept together.

... At this moment, the young man who had been obediently nestled in Ao Zhan's arms seemed to have remembered something, and his eyelids that had been slightly closed suddenly lifted up, and there were bits and pieces of light shining in the darkness.

Taking advantage of Ao Zhan's unawareness, Zhang Qinglan pulled up and up the Cuihong silk on her body, and didn't stop until it covered half of her face.

Quietly took out the shiny black crystal stone from his inner pocket, the young man groped, and gently grabbed the man's left hand hanging by his side under the quilt.

Ao Zhan only thought that he was being coquettish again, he grabbed the young man's thin wrist with his backhand, and pushed him away.

Taking advantage of this moment, Zhang Qinglan seized the opportunity and quickly pasted the stone on the inner side of the Dragon King's forearm—only to find that the love test stone that was supposed to light up the fourth light spot had returned to its original shape.

The three solitary bright-colored runes flickered for only a moment, illuminating the slightly wide-eyed face of the young man under the quilt.

In the next second, the emerald silk quilt that was originally covering the top of the head as a blindfold was lifted off.Fresh and cold air poured in from the outside, driving away the original stuffy heat and suffocation.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Ao Zhan bowed his head impatiently, just about to teach this lifeless little thing a lesson, when a thin piece of letter paper was lifted up with the movement of the bedding——

It fluttered down again, gently, lying across the gap between the two.

Zhang Qinglan had hidden the love test stone for a long time, and what Ao Zhan could see now was that he was holding the man's wrists tightly with both hands, and resting his head on the man's chest.

The young man's face was full of innocence, he was pretending to be sleepy, and two drops of crystal tears even came out of the corners of his eyes because of yawning.He retorted softly: "I didn't do anything."

But his eyes couldn't help but cast towards the small letter.

With just one glance, you can see the clue.

I saw that there was an enchanting crabapple printed on the letter that had been opened by someone at first sight, illuminated by the moonlight coming in from the window, the bright red lines radiantly flowed, which was particularly eye-catching.

Not only that, Zhang Qinglan captured the slightest fragrance lingering on it... A sense of familiar but clumsy imitation suddenly hit my heart.

The originally calm young man suddenly widened his eyes, didn't think much, just sat up on his knees, stretched out his hand, and bent over to grab the letter.

Unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred—the man who was just watching coldly took the first step, but directly grabbed the thin paper, raised his arms, and threw the letter out of the bed with a sneer.

The young man knelt and crawled a few steps forward, his eyes fixed on the piece of paper, as if he wanted to grab the letter, but the man grabbed the thin wrist bone and grabbed it back into his arms.

It wasn't until Zhang Qinglan was locked in Ao Zhan's embrace that she came back to her senses and realized her gaffe just now.

A sense of out-of-control mania hit his heart, Ao Zhan looked gloomy, and turned his head to nibble the side of the ear of the man in his arms.

This mortal is his, and it can only be his.

Zhang Qinglan was throwing himself into a trap—entering the Dragon King's Mansion meant that he was no longer entitled to freedom and secrets, even if he secretly did something unrelated to Ao Zhan, it would be regarded as escape and betrayal.

The morbid desire for control raged in his heart, Ao Zhan couldn't control and didn't want to control the force in his mouth, the force that bit the side of the young man's ear became heavier.

The tingling sensation coming from the earlobe quickly made Zhang Qinglan unable to bear it, and let out a soft cry of pain.

Ao Zhan frowned, with a gloomy expression on his face, he held the young man's earlobe in his mouth and didn't let go, he didn't give the other party the opportunity or time to make excuses: "What are you investigating behind my back?"

The young man lowered his head, revealing a piece of smooth skin on his neck, he opened his mouth in a vague manner, trying to get away with it: "...it's nothing."

Gently licking off the oozing blood, Ao Zhan raised his hand and slowly stroked the back of the opponent's neck.

"That's an invitation card," the man said with a gift, his voice was low and hoarse, like a ghost: "Want to go?"

"can."

The author says:

Thanks to Huxili, Wuchun, Fenglingzi, and Ahzi for running and running. Thank you for your support!