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Zhang Qinglan was hugged by Ao Zhan's lap, her hands were still loosely placed on the man's shoulders, but her eyes were vacant, with lowered eyelids, deliberately not looking at him.

The meaning of resistance is very obvious.

Ao Zhan didn't get a response for a long time, pinched the phalanges of the young man's chin hard, and instantly left a lot of red marks on the other's fair skin.

Zhang Qinglan was in pain, and remained silent for a while, before raising her eyes again, staring at Ao Zhan's dark pupils like ink, and said, "It's nothing." Her tone was alienated, and her eyes were also stained with a thin layer of shame and unwillingness.

With just one sentence, the man in front of him was angered.

Hearing this, Ao Zhan pinched the young man lightly, then stretched out his hand to block the opponent's waist, stroked the contour of the face with his right hand upwards, and finally supported the back of the beauty in his arms, exerted strength with his fingertips, forced He looked up.

Zhang Qinglan was forced to raise her chin, exposing her slender and graceful neck, and her breathing was restricted, making it difficult and thin.

Ao Zhan stared coldly at the thin blush on the young man's cheeks due to lack of oxygen, and didn't intend to let him go at all.Instead, he moved closer to the opponent's neck, bit his Adam's apple lightly, and his sharp canine teeth grazed the skin, causing a shudder.

The tip of the tongue was hot, and it slowly licked the most sensitive part of the skin. The sticky and moist touch rushed to the nerves like lightning, and the young man who was restrained and unable to move could not help but let out a muffled groan.

"Didn't you be very obedient last night?" Naturally, Ao Zhan would not miss any reaction from Zhang Qinglan. Hearing the ambiguous voice from the other party, the corners of his lips curled up: "Why, did you not satisfy you?"

The young man's movements froze, his expression dull.She turned her face away, raised her wrist, and feebly rejected the man's affection: "Let go."

Hearing a voice that is not controlled by her own will, and even her body is rejecting it, this kind of experience...is a novelty for Zhang Qinglan who has never resisted the actions of the Dragon King.

At an angle that Ao Zhan couldn't see, Zhang Qinglan bit her lower lip, and an unknown light flashed in her eyes.

Although it was only a short day to enter the phantom array, a lot of fragmentary clues were collected.Zhang Qinglan gradually let go and fell into thinking.

The Begonia flower demon once said that there are restrictions in the phantom formation, which can affect the behavior of the people in the formation, and even control people's words and deeds according to certain rules.

If the Begonia Flower Demon did not lie, then Ao Zhan, as a demon spirit at this time, has already been affected by the formation, temporarily lost his memory, and his personality has also changed.

I am not a monster, so the memory is preserved, but it will still be affected, and I will make some actions that "conform" to the "requirements" of the phantom array.

And this kind of control, even for non-demon spirits, will increase a lot as time goes by.If he could still act according to his original wish yesterday, then until just now, he has completely fallen into the control of the phantom array.

Integrating the tiny clues with the conversations between the two maids, Zhang Qinglan boldly guessed what happened in the phantom array... probably some kind of vulgar drama of robbery.

Ao Zhan watched Zhang Qinglan distracted with dissatisfaction, lowered his head and bit his collarbone fiercely, and did not let go after oozing blood.

At this time, the sense of physical control in her body was still not dissipated, Zhang Qinglan was forced to close her eyes, as if she was very unwilling to see Ao Zhan, she said coldly: "Let me go."

Ao Zhan let go, let go of the hand resting on the back of Zhang Qinglan's neck, leaned closer to the back of Zhang Qinglan's ear, and said sadly: "The deal is done, no matter how much you resist, it will be futile."

Staring at the blood marks on the other party's fair skin, Ao Zhan smiled indifferently, stretched out the tip of his tongue, and licked off the blood oozing out of it, then lifted the hem of the young man's clothes with his cold fingertips, and slowly touched them.

Feeling satisfied with the thin body in his arms began to tremble slightly with his movements, Ao Zhan whispered like ice: "As sensible as last night, why don't you just please me obediently?"

Touching the wound with his fingers, Ao Zhan pressed slightly harder, making the tingling pain magnified several times.

The young man raised his eyes, his eyes blushing involuntarily because of the pain.A few crystal drops of water slid down the contours of his cheeks, and hit the back of Ao Zhan's hand with a soft "click".

There was hatred in the beauty's eyes, she was holding onto the man's sleeve and would not let go, her lower lip turned white from being bitten by himself, and she looked like she couldn't bear the humiliation: "Don't push yourself too far."

Clinging to Zhang Qinglan's thin waist, the warm and soft touch made Ao Zhan raise his eyebrows slightly, and moved away the left hand covering the wound on the young man's collarbone.

Instead, he stretched out his hand, and gently rubbed the other party's hair full of black hair that had become messy due to the struggle.

As a result, the man's cold and ugly expression softened, and his cold eyes, as if staring at prey, were easily covered up.

Slowly tidying up Zhang Qinglan's messy long hair one by one, Ao Zhan picked up one strand, twirled it a few times with great interest, and played with it in the palm of his hand.

Zhang Qinglan is afraid of pain and is very sensitive. The moment she was bitten just now, physical tears overflowed.The tears on her cheeks were still wet, and there were still a few sporadic drops of water hanging from the tip of her curled eyelashes.

The beauty's eyes were red, her brows were frowned, and she raised her eyes to look at people, her pupils were like water and waves, and there was a bit of resentment.So no matter how messy a face is, it becomes itchy.

Ao Zhan hugged him in his arms, took his right hand out from under his clothes and stopped moving.She even helped Zhang Qinglan tidy up the corners of her clothes, pulling the hem of the inner lining down to make it even.

Putting his arms around the opponent's back and hugging the young man tightly in his arms, Ao Zhan leaned forward, turned his head, and slowly rubbed the side of the young man's neck with the tip of his nose.

Zhang Qinglan, a rebellious and arrogant real dragon, was already prepared to be punished and abused.

However, Ao Zhan's abnormal reaction made him a little caught off guard by these sudden changes, his eyes were uncontrollably showing a bit of stupefaction.

Seeing his blank expression, Ao Zhan suddenly showed a smile on his glacier-like face, and even changed his attitude.

With a comforting kiss on the brows of the stunned young man, Ao Zhan curbed the depression and hostility around him, as if he had transformed himself and returned to the original appearance of a gentle, respectful and modest gentleman.

He loosened his hands as shackles, took out a small white porcelain jar no bigger than half a palm from his cuffs, opened the lid, and a cool and comfortable fragrance of herbs escaped.

With the plaster on his fingertips, he gently smeared it on the wound, feeling the trembling from under his fingertips, Ao Zhan deliberately slowed down his voice to coax people, his voice was low and sweet: "It's just the medicine, don't be afraid. "

The cool ointment quickly dispelled the pain from the wound, and the fragrance of the best herbs lingered in the nose.

Ao Zhan's method of applying medicine should have been neat and quick, but when he met Zhang Qinglan, his fingertips covered with light brown ointment were not so honest.

The wound bitten by the crazy green dragon was already turning purple, and a little bit of bright red flesh was exposed, wrapped in ointment, half of the original burning pain disappeared.

Ao Zhan seems to have a special liking for that patch of skin, after applying the ointment it doesn't matter, he massages it a few times, as if this can help the medicine to exert its effect.

It is a preferential treatment that has never been seen in this world.

Zhang Qinglan kept silent, and made no statement about Ao Zhan's repetition.Instead, he closed his eyes, turned his face and stared at the gaps in the masonry on the ground in a daze: "..."

It seems that the energy of the illusion is greater than he imagined.

Ao Zhan was surly and willful, but now that he joined the battle, on the surface he has indeed become much gentler and more peaceful.Little did he know that the phantom array actually magnified the incomplete part of his temperament, making the already unpredictable temperament even more extreme and divided.

Thinking about this, Zhang Qinglan's brows faintly showed a few traces of gullies... Sure enough, it is still necessary to break through the formation as soon as possible.

"Okay." Seeing the wound recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, Ao Zhan showed a little subtle satisfaction.

Holding his sweetheart's waist, Ao Zhan stood up together with the young man, and when Zhang Qinglan stood still, he tightened his arms around the other's waist and hugged him into his arms.

The shallow breath sprayed on Zhang Qinglan's ears, and Ao Zhan whispered: "It was my fault just now, I shouldn't be so fierce to you."

Relying on Zhang Qinglan being held in his arms, and unable to see his own expression at this time, Ao Zhan's pupils were dark, and he unrestrainedly showed a bit of malice that was almost joking.

The bodies of the two were tightly pressed together, and Zhang Qinglan was stiff and motionless, letting Ao Zhan make any moves.

The tenderness and care that I have never enjoyed in ordinary times, but I have enjoyed it in this fantasy array.

Feeling the undulating curvature of the chest and the regular heartbeat from the other party's breathing, Zhang Qinglan did not fall into the chaotic gentleness.

The young man's pupils are clear and his mind is sober, thinking about how to find Yao Yitang again.In this way, even if the formation cannot be dispelled immediately, at least more clues and methods can be found between the lines of the opponent.

After Ao Zhan had had enough hugs, he just raised his hand and patted the back of the person in his arms lightly a few times as comfort.

"I didn't think properly," pulled the person away and stood in front of him, Ao Zhan held the side of the young man's face, rubbed his fingertips on the tear stains, and said in a low voice, "I've been stuck in this square all day long." , Madam is also flustered."

"Why don't you just go out with me and relax."

Zhang Qinglan froze when she heard the words, and raised her head in a daze.

As soon as he raised his eyes, what he saw was Ao Zhan's calm and deep eyes like water waves, and a slight curvature at the corners of his mouth. As a result, the surrounding atmosphere changed from rainy to thick and ambiguous.

How sincere and innocent is that expression.

Just a little bit, Zhang Qinglan was about to believe that Ao Zhan really wanted to take him to play, rather than having other more secretive and profound purposes.

The young man nodded his head as he was stared at by such eyes affectionately.

It was not stopped by the formation, nor was it manipulated by any mysterious prohibition.

Not long after, Zhang Qinglan heard her own voice resounding in the empty room, and landed lightly:

"…it is good."