East China Sea dust

The lake water was icy cold, and the dry clothes were completely wet, and hung sticky and heavy on the body. The weight seemed to drag people deep, and they could no longer escape.

Everything that entered the eyes was dark, except for the man in front of him who hugged him tightly, his obsidian-like pupils were extraordinarily bright in the gloom.

There is still the touch of being gently licked and kissed between the lips and teeth, but it is broken at the touch of a touch, as if it is really just to breathe out the drowning person and save his life.

There is no light or sound in the lake, the lake water is slightly rippling, and even the scenery has become blurred and indistinct.

Ao Zhan floated up with his arms around Zhang Qinglan, the arm across the opponent's waist was not very secure, taking advantage of the opponent being imprisoned in his arms and unable to resist, he gently kneaded the thin waist a few times.

Zhang Qinglan's body was already sensitive, so excited by Ao Zhan's movements, she groaned and almost choked on water.

The water flow blurred those subtle sounds, but Ao Zhan still caught them. Seeing the emotions in the eyes of the other party gradually stained with embarrassment and anger, he smiled and stopped his fidgeting fingers, and led people to swim upstream peacefully. .

The water flow poured in along the neckline of the fabric when it was floating up, washing and irritating every inch of skin.

Her thin lips were tightly pursed, Zhang Qinglan held her breath intently, but her hands honestly clung to the man's shoulders and hugged her tightly, and buried half of her face in Ao Zhan's shoulder socket.

Feeling the obvious dependence from the person in his arms, the corners of Ao Zhan's lips curled into a subtle arc.Immediately, he tightened his arms and accelerated the speed of his ascent.

Gradually approaching the water surface, the feeling of suffocation that originally oppressed my heart also eased.

In a direction that Ao Zhan couldn't see, Zhang Qinglan's originally closed eyes suddenly opened slightly, looking at the fish, shrimp and aquatic plants that were occasionally disturbed by them, there was an unknown emotion in the pupils.

It wasn't the first time he was completely submerged in the current.

——The Dragon King of the East China Sea was limited by the way of heaven, not only lost most of his spiritual power, but also was sent back to the dragon body every full moon night, losing all his spiritual wisdom.

Ao Zhan's real body is a gigantic green dragon, he was punished and couldn't leave Ye City and return to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, so I don't know when, that blue dragon was at the bottom of the sea near Ye City, using countless rare treasures And a strong enchantment, rebuild a new palace.

So every now and then, Zhang Qinglan would always be dragged into the water by the delirious Dragon King, and fool around in the miniature dragon palace on the seabed near Ye City.

At those times, even if Ao Zhan was demented, most of the time he would not forget to use the water avoidance formula on the young people he dragged into the deep sea to prevent them from drowning.

So Zhang Qinglan never felt the suffocation that he hadn't experienced for a long time like today.

Zhang Qinglan's mind moved slightly as Ao Zhanju's appearance when he came to pass his breath appeared in his mind, and the fingers on the opponent's shoulder were subconsciously clenched tightly.

Ao Zhan sensed the nervousness of the person in his arms, paused, and then accelerated his upward movement.

Not long after, the two broke through the lake and floated on the water together.

The oppressive feeling of being forced to hold his breath was swept away in an instant, the young man's hands were weakly clutching the man's skirt, his cheeks were stained red, he coughed a few times, and concentrated on calming down his too rapid panting.

The wet long hair hung on the sideburns, some of it was floating on the surface of the lake, entwined around Ao Zhan's wrist, with a slight itchy feeling.

Ao Zhan raised his hand, pinned the other party's long messy hair behind his ears, cupped his face, and leaned forward to kiss the young man's forehead lightly.

The comforting kiss fell, and Zhang Qinglan lowered her eyes, staring at the lights reflected on the lake.

This kind of Ao Zhan is really too gentle, so gentle that he can hardly parry, knowing that it is a trap like a mirror, but he can't help but jump down and indulge in it.

"Why don't you speak?"

Ao Zhan couldn't see the turbulent emotions in the young man's eyes, only when he was frightened by the experience of falling into the water from the high platform, he immediately embraced the other person in his arms, like coaxing the milk doll who was less than one year old, and patted him lightly. The back of the person in his arms.

Zhang Qinglan was originally calm, but the steady heartbeat was gradually thrown out of order by the man's coaxing pat, and she couldn't stop beating.

Finally, as if she couldn't bear it anymore, Zhang Qinglan supported Ao Zhan's shoulders with both hands, and opened the distance between the two with a "swish".

Ao Zhan was surprised when he saw this, and he didn't rush to speak, but looked into the young man's overly serious eyes.

With a serious expression, Zhang Qinglan slowly raised her hands, her cold fingertips touched the ears of the man in front of her, and then she held Ao Zhan's face in her hands, gently rubbing her fingertips on the side of the man's face.

While Ao Zhan was defenseless against him and was wondering, he suddenly approached him—and gently sucked the opponent's lower lip.

The icy smell that is unique to young people sprinkled gently with the movement of exhaling, Ao Zhan was caught off guard by such a sudden attack, and his pupils shrank.

Zhang Qinglan's kissing is not skillful, like a milk cat, it only gently kisses the man's lips with the tip of its tongue, without any aggressiveness, even if it is proactive, it is as harmless and submissive as his usual style.

Probably due to being soaked in the lake water for a long time, Zhang Qinglan's lips and tongue were cold, and the hand holding Ao Zhan's side face couldn't help trembling.

He himself didn't pay much attention to it, he lowered his eyelashes and kissed earnestly, with jerky techniques and slow movements.

When Ao Zhan came back to his senses, the young man was still reluctant to part with him.So he was caught with his backhand and tightly imprisoned in his arms, Ao Zhan turned against the guest without any politeness.

The sharp canine teeth caught the other party's moist lower lip, which could not stop biting and grinding, and the tip of the tongue pried open the defenseless jaws, attacking the city like a storm.

Sweeping the young man's soft lips and tongue, Ao Zhan licked the palate, feeling the trembling of the man in his arms with satisfaction, then hooked up with the tip of his tongue, licking and sucking continuously.

Before the sticky and ambiguous kiss was over, the young man collapsed into Ao Zhan's embrace unbearably, letting others do whatever they wanted.

Ao Zhan looked at the young man's blurry eyes and panting lightly, his eyes gradually deepened.

He shook hands with the cold five fingers of the other party, but the other hand wrapped around Zhang Qinglan's shoulder, and suddenly jumped up from the water, causing a splash of dripping water.

The man tapped his toes on the mirror-like water surface a few times, and in a short while, he jumped out from the center of the lake, his movements flowing like clouds and flowing water, like walking on flat ground.

After the sound of the wind in her ears disappeared and her feet were stepped on again, Zhang Qinglan opened her eyes, only to find that there was still a painting boat parked by the lake.

The two stood at the bow of the boat, and the vermilion lacquer board under their feet swayed gently with the ripples of the lake.

The top of the painting boat is covered with a pearl and jade cover, and the four corners are tilted up, with lotus lamps hooked on them, and the candlelight glows a warm yellow halo of stars in the hazy moonlight.There is a copper pole standing on the bow of the boat, and a hollow glazed square box hangs upside down on the spire, and a fist-sized luminous pearl is placed in the box.

Zhang Qinglan was stunned, looked up at Ao Zhan, caught the gentle expression of the other party, and was speechless for a while.

Closing her eyes, Zhang Qinglan was shocked.

It wasn't because he couldn't bear Ao Zhan's kiss, or because the intimacy of the other two made him resist...but just at the moment when Ao Zhan took him out of the lake, Zhang Qinglan sensitively captured the overflowing soul. force.

The over-familiar aura made Zhang Qinglan almost instantly sure that Ao Zhan's sealed spiritual power had recovered.

Recalling the same energy she felt when she fell from the nine-story pagoda before, Zhang Qinglan's expression darkened.

It turned out that it was not an illusion.

Begonia Flower Demon once said that this phantom formation is majestic and specially used to suppress the big demon.When the monster is in it, the spiritual power and memory will be sealed together, and turned to be driven by the phantom array.

And Ao Zhan's various behaviors since he entered the phantom array also confirmed Yao Yitang's statement.

Now that Ao Zhan's spiritual power seal has loosened, Zhang Qinglan is not sure whether this change is good or bad, and what is the mystery behind it.

Not only that, but if the demon power recovers, will those dusty memories return in the near future.

Although I don't know what method the opponent used, but if Ao Zhan recovers, he will probably be able to break through the formation easily.

"..."

Staring at the sparkling lake, the young man stood at the bow of the boat dripping wet, his face was in a state of embarrassment, and his expression was gloomy.

For a moment like that, Zhang Qinglan realized that she was not so eagerly looking forward to Ao Zhan's recovery.

It wasn't until this time that he realized that being as despicable as him was so greedy and indulging in those false tenderness.

In fact, it would probably be nice to be able to live in the illusion forever, right?

The right hand hanging powerlessly by her side subconsciously twirled the drenched clothes on her body. It took an unknown amount of time before Zhang Qinglan came back to her senses, startled by those sudden thoughts.

He frowned and shook his head gently, driving away the dark thoughts in his mind.He raised his eyes to look at Ao Zhan, and found that the other party looked ignorant, and even had a gentle smile on his face.

"Is it cold?" Zhang Qinglan heard Ao Zhan ask.

After a few more seconds, the young man slowly shook his head and lied palely: "It's not cold."

Ao Zhan didn't care much about the young man's slightly indifferent reaction, he just pulled the other man's wrist, opened the curtain made of glass beads and jade, bent down and took off his shoes and walked into the cabin.

There are thick and dense curtains on both sides of the cabin, separating the inside and the outside, and isolating the cool wind on the lake at night.

On the ground, there are several gold brocade quilts, stacked together, fluffy and soft.

Taking advantage of the young man's defenselessness, Ao Zhan, who was following behind, suddenly got into trouble, pushed him onto the brocade quilt, and then leaned on him, put his hands on Zhang Qinglan's ears, and stared down at Zhang Qinglan's too thin body face.

The water droplets on the two of them soaked the originally dry brocade quilt, revealing slightly deeper water marks.

Ao Zhan stretched out his hand to caress Zhang Qinglan's eyes, then slowly lowered his hand, untied the belt of the person under him, and asked him in a deep voice, "Madam, do you still like what you have done today?"

The blouse was half-faded, revealing a large area of ​​white skin underneath. There was no light in the cabin, but a little light came in from the gap in the door curtain, making the already indescribable atmosphere even more ambiguous and drowsy.

When the clothes were taken off, Ao Zhan embraced his whole body, stroking and teasing him.

Zhang Qinglan stared at the dark roof of the cabin, blinked slightly, and said softly:

"like."