East China Sea dust

Dark clouds gather on the top, and it rains torrentially.

The fine raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the thin tiles of the eaves, making a crackling sound.

The layer of soil covering the ground outside the house was wet by the rain, so the smell of soil permeated the air, mixed with the wet smell of the rain, and dispersed in mid-air.

Rain was dripping from Zhang Qinglan's temples, she stood barely on her tiptoes, Ao Zhan held him tightly around his waist, so the rain on his hair stained the man's body, half of the front of his shirt was wet.

Ao Zhan supported the young man's waist, feeling the warmth coming through through a thin layer of clothing.

Raising his hand, he brushed the black hair that had fallen to the young man's cheeks behind his ears, and the man whispered, "You are promising." His voice was deep and deep, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger.

"Not only disobeyed the king's order to leave the house without permission, but also dared to let those foolish people get close." Ao Zhan had turned into a pair of bewitching vertical pupils early on, staring at the snow-white flesh on the neck of the young man in his arms, revealing a pair of sharp canine teeth , the tips of the teeth lightly scratched the dark blood vessels under the skin.

At that time, he had just transformed from the dragon body into the original form, and before he reached the gate of the palace, he saw a dense cluster of demonic aura, which lingered among the townspeople for a long time, and even became stronger.

Not only that, a blue light flashed in Ao Zhan's pupils, and he saw a back figure among the crowd who was supposed to stay in the palace honestly and live well——

I saw the young man leaning down, frowning slightly, staring intently at the shivering scholar on the ground, holding a hundred-year-old East China Sea pearl in his hand, pressing it against the corner of the man's lips, as if to Feed the orb into the opponent's mouth.

The demonic aura overflowed from the ground, and it looked like a black and sticky swamp from a distance, but it could not block the Dragon King's sharp vision like a knife.

A hundred meters away, Ao Zhan's face turned black into charcoal in an instant, and then he recited the formula without thinking, which caused heavy rain and drenched the group of people below.

"..."

The steady and shallow breathing of the young man came from the ear, pulling back Ao Zhan's wandering thoughts.

Ao Zhan lowered his head and took a deep look at the other party. The right hand that was originally on Zhang Qinglan's waist exerted force, and brought him closer to him.

Zhang Qinglan's stature is not as tall as Ao Zhan's, so she had to stand on tiptoe slightly, put her hands on the man's shoulders with great difficulty, raised her eyes and said seriously:

"I just... want them to leave the palace as soon as possible."

"I don't want people to disturb the master's cleanliness."

The two words were so righteous, coupled with those clear eyes, the matter seemed to be exactly what he said, which was unbelievable.

Ao Zhan's heart trembled slightly when he heard the words, but it didn't show on his face at all, he still looked tense, and in the end he just squinted his eyes and gave a light snort, teaching half-truthfully, "Lies."

It was already night at this time, Zhang Qinglan's courtyard was dilapidated, and no one even lit a white lantern, so there was only a gloomy scene left, and the faint light around slowly crawled into the room along the eaves of the door that hadn't been closed , entrenched in the corner.

In the summer night, the rain falls, steamed by the residual temperature of the ground, sticking together into a large piece of dullness.

Zhang Qinglan was held in his arms by Ao Zhan, unable to move. The man's cold fingertips lifted the hem of his clothes, and touched his flat belly all the way, rubbing it a few times, feeling the delicate and smooth touch.

What lingered on the tip of the nose was the unique fragrance of the elixir on Ao Zhan's body. Zhang Qinglan panted a few times in cooperation, her eyes were soon stained with watery light, and a faint layer of red was added to her cheeks.

Ao Zhan looked down at the young man's obsessed look, and the corners of his lips curled up in a satisfied arc.

Like a gift, the man wrapped his arms around his thin waist, turned around and pressed the other's back against the cold wall, and leaned forward to kiss him lightly.

The young man seemed unaware of the pain in his back, like a snake, his thin arms wrapped around Ao Zhan's chest and shoulders, he clung to it with his eyes downcast, panting softly in the man's ear.

He licked and kissed Ao Zhan's earlobe a few times, lowered his brows almost submissively, narrowed the light in his eyes, and looked up smiling when he looked up again: "Hold me."

He spoke in breath, and the sticky and lingering ending was like a hook, which made Ao Zhan's fingertips on the young man's flexible waist tighten.

Ao Zhan raised his hand, pinched Zhang Qinglan's chin that was still wet with water, bent down and bit his lip/flesh, and the two kissed deeply.The tip of the tongue hooked, the lips and teeth blended, and the sound of water sounded in the room, ambiguous and lingering.

I don't know how long it took for the two to separate, Zhang Qinglan was out of breath and her eyes were hazy with tears, the corners of her lips were stained with silver, and her lips were moist and bright red.

Pulling back the front of her clothes, Zhang Qinglan looked devout, drooping eyelash feathers, and took the initiative to hold Ao Zhan's wrist as if offering sacrifices.

He took the initiative to lean forward, gently kissed the man's palm, spread all the way to his fingertips, and then pressed the man's slightly cold palm to his heart.

Without the cover of the robe, the flesh and blood of the young man's heart was exposed in the night like this, as if he was telling the man his loyalty and submission in such a silent way.

The room was damp and dark, and the brightest thing was the star-like eyes of the man in front of him.

Ao Zhan's expression moved slightly, and he felt that his heart that had been silent for many years... seemed to have finally loosened a little.

Just when the man's heart was shaken and he wanted to bring the young man back to the house, his movements froze.

Sensing keenly that the body under his hand was soft and ironed, but it was abnormally hot, Ao Zhan frowned, and withdrew his right hand.He is cold-blooded, and his perception of heat will be more sensitive and clear. Such a high fever has obviously exceeded the normal limit.

Zhang Qinglan was dazed by the other party's sudden and abnormal behavior. Looking at the man's suddenly cold and stern face, she almost immediately stopped in place and stopped moving.

"I..." After only half a word, the young man saw the scrutiny in Ao Zhan's eyes, and swallowed the second half of the sentence without saying a word.

Ao Zhan's attitude of refusal was clear, Zhang Qinglan was not stupid, she quickly put her hands behind her back, and even shrank back a little bit with her body, she didn't stop until she was pressed against the wall and couldn't move, she obediently lowered her eyes. language.

... Do you think he is too shameless and only wants to seduce men?

But Ao Zhan had already said that he was just an insignificant plaything to him.

Staring absently at a dusty cobweb in the corner, the young man frowned, feeling the pain behind him that was about to disappear burst out at this moment.

In the middle of the night, I came to find myself who is no different from a pet. If it wasn't for those things... what else could I do?

Zhang Qinglan pursed her lips, and the broken hair on his forehead fell down, covering the expression on his face, making it hard to see clearly.

After a while, he raised his head, the distracted look on his face was completely restrained, he showed a slightly stiff smile towards Ao Zhan, and called out in a low voice: "Master."

There was a bit of self-abandonment in it, the youth's pupils were dim, but he wanted to pull up the corners of his lips, his brows and eyes were curved, and he smiled and leaned forward to lick Ao Zhan's lips: "Don't you want to hug me, master?"

Following Zhang Qinglan's movements, the faint smell of blood under the cover of the rain was finally exposed, and was instantly captured by Ao Zhan, who had extraordinary five senses.

No time to care about the abnormal expression of the young man, the gully between Ao Zhan's brows gradually deepened, and he immediately grabbed Zhang Qinglan's troubled fingertips with his backhand, pulled him into his arms, stared at his bloodless lips, and said in a deep voice : "Don't move around."

"injured?"

The moment the words fell, Zhang Qinglan's pupils tightened.

Feeling the stiffness of the person in his arms, Ao Zhan thought that the young man was in severe pain, so he unconsciously said harshly: "Tomorrow, let the guards take those foolish people..."

It's just that before he could finish his sentence, there was a loud noise that pierced the sky outside the window, and snow-white lightning mixed with huge thunder fell outside the other courtyard, like a warning, leaving a long echo.

It's thunder.

Zhang Qinglan immediately raised her hand, and hastily covered the mouth of the wayward Dragon King who wanted to say some rebellious words against Tianlei.

Sensing the cold breath of the other party passing over her palm, Zhang Qinglan turned her face away, lowered her eyelashes, deliberately not looking at Ao Zhan's stinky face.

The man glanced coldly towards the door with a half-smile, then pulled Zhang Qinglan's wrist down, with an ugly expression on his face: "Okay, I just don't say anything."

Ignoring Zhang Qinglan's struggle, Ao Zhan directly hugged him horizontally.

When he came back to his senses, his eyes were already shrouded in a white mist.

The steaming heat lingers around the body, and the subtle and gentle sound of gurgling water can be heard in the ears.It wasn't until this time that Zhang Qinglan realized that she was in the bath room, and there was a pool of hot spring water in front of her. The spring water was clear, and there were many expensive medicinal herbs in it, and even the mist was mixed with the scent of medicine.

Standing behind the young man, Ao Zhan raised his hand and peeled off the dark clothes that had been soaked by the rain on his body—it was only then that he saw the bruise on Zhang Qinglan's back, which almost ran straight down the back, and there were several broken spots. The skin oozes blood, and by this time a dark scab has formed.

Zhang Qinglan was thin and thin, let Ao Zhan move with her head down, and kept silent.

Ao Zhan frowned, and casually took a jar of ointment-like medicine from the mahogany shelf at hand.

The man's fingers were slender and strong, and he reached into the medicine jar with his fingertips, took out a thick piece, and unceremoniously applied it to the scar on the young man's back.

The movements seemed rough and casual, but after careful examination, one could find that a mellow spiritual power was pouring into Zhang Qinglan's body along the fingertips of Ao Zhan's medicine.

The ointment is cool and the mist is warm.

Zhang Qinglan only felt dizzy, but the pain behind her became weaker and weaker with the cooling of the ointment.

Ao Zhan stripped off the wet clothes early on, and slowly applied medicine to the person. Looking at the naked body, his eyes gradually became dark with lust.

On the surface, he had to pretend to be serious and tight, and said some other words in a hoarse voice:

"The miasma of flowers is more powerful than imagined."