Ling Shang's breathing became short, "Ye Mu ginseng, you ......"

"Well, I'm doing well, right?" Ye Mushen's hand moved down from Ling Shang's lower abdomen little by little, "The son can be taught-Brother Ling Shang is still satisfied?" ”

Ling Shang clasped his hand and lifted it into the air. A sticky, soft liquid flowed from the palms of their hands.

Ling Shang then turned around, his eyes purple, "Do you know what you're doing?" ”

Ye Mushen pulled a handsome and not enough ruffian smile, "I know—I'm taking advantage of people's danger." ”

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Ling Shang's forehead.

His eyes were out of focus, and his face was much better than before.

Before he could speak, Ye Mu Ginseng gnawed on his lips.

Ling Shang's lips were sour.

It still makes the tsundere hall master want to stop.

Ye Mushen licked it twice, and knocked it with his Hao teeth again.

Ling Shang let go of Ye Mushen's hand.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if he wanted to sink his heart and merge with the inkwell, and as if he was indulging in the jerky but gentle kiss of Ye Mushen.

Ye Mushen touched the ink lotus on Ling Shang's back, "Does it hurt?" ”

Ling Shang's eyes were still closed. He shook his head slightly, "Get used to it." ”

Ye Mushen wrapped one hand around his neck and pressed his forehead against his forehead, "It must be painful, right?" ”

He grabbed Ling Shang's hand with the other hand and put it in his heart, "To be honest, I'm really jealous of that Liu Sheng...... You have such a big reaction just to hear his name...... I'm so close to you, and you're still going to drive me away......"

Ling Shang's brows stretched slightly, and his thin lips became rosy.

Ye Mushen resisted the desire to crush Ling Shang.

His throat was dry and his words were incoherent, "Ling Shang, I admit that I am taking advantage of others...... But what do I say, master, he is also a principled smiling and proud hall master. You obey me, I, I must be responsible for you! ”

How awkward it sounds.

Ye Mushen, the master of the Shanghai School, could not say better words at this moment.

First, he is not that kind of person, and secondly, he ......

This is the time to put it into practice, not to talk nonsense.

Well. That's right. That's it.

"Last time, you fainted in pain, right?" Ye Mu Shen's fingers pressed against the crack behind Ling Shang's back, and his fingertips were stung by the pus gushing out.

His chest was close to Ling Shang, and while he was excited, he was ashamed, "Ling Shang, I'll help you...... You just have to feel me, don't care about the monster on your back...... I, although I don't have much experience, I know a little bit ......"

Ling Shang opened his eyes, his pupils were like amethyst, "Night Mu ginseng ......"

"I know, you want to say that if you obey me, we friends won't have to do anything in the future, right?" Ye Mu Shen's eyes were soaked with lustful chaos, and he smiled faintly, "Ling Shang, I don't want to be your friend anymore......"

His big palm moved to Ling Shang's thin waist and rubbed it ambiguously, "For me, it's just a friend, how can it be enough......

Ling Shang's body became more and more stiff.

His hand groped for the crook of Ye Mushen's arm, and he climbed weakly.

He pursed his lips as if he was fighting against the last vestiges of his will.

Ye Mushen rubbed Ling Shang's face with the tip of his tall nose, "Ling Shang, I want to be your man." ”

He searched for the impression that Ling Shang had teased him, and imitated it unfamiliarly.

It's a little awkward, but it's also a little exciting.

Ling Shang, this guy, every inch of skin on his body made him obsessed.

Ling Shang's desire slowly raised his head in Ye Mu Shen's hands.

The person he admires, because he is like this, Ye Mushen's heart exploded with ecstasy and satisfaction.

He smiled lightly in a hoarse voice, "Brother Ling Shang, don't deceive yourself—you have feelings for me too, don't you?" ”

Ling Shang's hands that landed on Ye Mu Shen's arms suddenly increased their strength.

His Adam's apple rolled, his eyes were purple mist, and he roared in a low voice, "Ye Mu ginseng, you asked for it." ”