Rely on face to eat [Quick Transmigration]

Shen Mian was slightly taken aback, a tingling pain came from his lips, which made him frowned.

He raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him. Yuncheng stood in front of him, looked down at him, his eyes were cold, different from the aggressiveness in his words, he looked very calm, so calm that it made Shen Mian feel like he was at this moment. Very gentle illusion.

It's just, after all, an illusion.

The man's rough fingertips touched his red and swollen lips, caressing them gently, Shen Mian knew that the calm at this moment was because a storm was brewing.

He averted his eyes lightly, and said: "My lord, Shen Mian really can't understand what you said."

"You don't know?"

Shen Mian said: "My lord didn't make it clear, how did Shen Huai know, and what is the lord's anger because of something?"

Yun Cheng didn't answer but smiled, that smile actually had the meaning of pampering, but it made Shen Mian's spine shiver.

The man slowly withdrew his hand, walked to the window, and pushed open the yellow rosewood window.

It was the cold winter season, and the cold air from outside was blowing straight into the house. Yun Cheng stood at the vent, and the cold wind made his clothes rattle.

After a long time, Shen Mian's cheeks flushed from the cold, he raised his hand to pour a cup of tea, but before it reached his lips, the heat dissipated.

He just took a sip of warm tea, but instead of warming up his body, he became colder and colder.

Shen Mian cleared her throat, and called softly: "My lord, if there is nothing else, Shen Huai will leave for now."

How could the Hou Mansion's good show today be without him as a "false son".

He got up, but before he could stand still, he closed the window vigorously, the man strode in front of him, his clothes were stained with the cold outside, as soon as he approached, Shen Mian was so cold that his teeth chattered.

Yuncheng has blown the cold wind for a long time, and the anger in his heart has not diminished at all.

Since what happened last time, he hurt the young man in front of him, and he felt ashamed, so he has been restrained and kept his etiquette, not daring to go beyond the rules, at most, he had secretly kissed him a few times.

He treats him like a treasure in the palm of his hand, cherishes and cherishes him carefully, for fear that he will be wronged a little bit, even at this moment, he hates so much that he wants to kill, but he still tries hard to suppress the tyranny in his heart, and wants to have a good talk with him.

He said in a hoarse voice: "This king doesn't want to hurt you, as long as you tell who that person is, this king will never blame you."

"..."

Shen Mian still frowned and said, "Shen Huai couldn't understand what the lord said."

The man nodded calmly. Suddenly, his eyes became extremely fierce. He grabbed Shen Mian's white wrist and dragged him into his arms.

He approached Shen Mian, stared at those two particularly delicate cherry lips, and said in a low voice: "I asked, who loved you so much, your lips will never be swollen by yourself."

Shen Mian looked at him, her peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, full of grievances, disbelief, and indignation, and he asked, "In the eyes of the prince, is Shen Huai this kind of person?"

Yuncheng took a deep breath and said, "You can tell if it is true or not."

He squeezed that slender wrist, dragged him into the inner room, and pressed him on the table. His martial arts skills were extremely high, and he easily suppressed Shen Mian's resistance. He took off his clothes in just three or two strokes, and the body in front of him was as white as white. The snow dazzles the eyes, every inch is finely polished, and the porcelain skin and jade skin take away the soul.

Shen Mian saw him staring blankly, a successful smile flashed across his eyes.

Wei Ting treated him so tenderly, only his lips were slightly red and swollen after kissing for too long, but there were no obvious marks left, so he dared to refuse to admit it.

Yuncheng's fingers caressed his body. The weather was already cold, and the sleeping back was pressed against the tablecloth. Although the silk was smooth, it was extraordinarily cold. He was shivering from the cold, so he only clenched his teeth and let the man do it for him. "Check".

The young man has always been cold and arrogant and does not allow others to humiliate him, but at this moment, he obediently allowed himself to mess around with his body, but Yun Cheng did not secretly rejoice, he only felt his mouth full of bitterness.

After a long time, the young man asked indifferently: "The prince has finished the inspection."

Yuncheng remained silent.He knew that he had completely pushed the person in his arms away.

Perhaps it was just like what the young man said that day outside the cold palace—it was a mistake between them.

A person like him shouldn't be like those romances and love affairs.

Hurt others and hurt yourself.

Enduring the pain, Yuncheng thought to himself, after all, his heart has been lost by him, and this body should belong to him.

He hugged him horizontally, put him on the bed, leaned down, and kissed the slender and graceful neck. The young man's strength came from nowhere, and he pushed him crazily until his strength was exhausted and he fell into his embrace. Hands and feet are generally convulsive, trembling slightly.

Seeing that his face was expressionless, but his eyes were cold, Yuncheng felt his heart tremble, but he heard the young man slightly open his lips, and in a voice so soft that he could hardly hear him, he murmured: "Yuncheng, how far are you going to humiliate me? When will you be willing to give up?"