Dirty is not a jailbreak to grab the keyboard, does anyone cheer for it?

Please turn the page if you don't return, don't welcome ...... I'll lock him up in a dark room...... Starve him to death......

Ling Shang had a cold face, his demonic eyebrows were crossed, and his eyes were as cold as ice thorns.

The tips of their noses almost touched.

Ling Shang blinked slowly, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, "You've done it all, and you're enjoying it too, aren't you?" ”

Ye Mushen's face suddenly turned blue and white, and the whole person shivered, and subconsciously wanted to refute, "I ......"

Ling Shang's eyes were naked mockery, "Then what kind of archway is there?" Well? ”

He stretched out his index finger and gently stroked the dry lips of Ye Mu ginseng.

Ye Mushen hadn't been close to Ling Shang for a few days, and at this time, surrounded by his aura, he couldn't help but feel dizzy again.

Ling Shang held his luck and drove the Relief Lotus to extend to his finger heart with his thoughts.

He stroked the fingers of Ye Mu Ginseng as if there were barbs on them.

Ye Mushen's lips were carefully caressed by Ling Shang.

Ling Shang said in a seductive tone, "What do you like me...... You say, what's wrong? ”

Every inch of his lips that his fingers slid across the lip pierced an inch of his skin.

Bright blood drips on the lips of the night ginseng, which is more beautiful than the most precious lip grease.

"If ......" Ye Mushen's usual proud calmness collapsed in an instant, and he even felt difficult to breathe.

"I lied to you, didn't you lie to me?" Ling Shang's tone became more and more aggressive.

Thirteen years ago, if it weren't for Ye Mushen's deception, "he" would not have fallen into a desperate situation.

How much must I hate myself to do such a heart-wrenching thing......

Ling Shang lowered his eyes in pain.

He withdrew the barb from the center of his finger, and his finger moved down a little along the neck of the night ginseng.

When he reached the vicinity of the Adam's apple, Ling Shang's touch became tender again.

It was a wound he had bitten open.

At the time of the dustless dwelling, Ling Shang had already foreseen today.

That night, he bit Ye Mushen's neck, greedily sucked his blood, and intertwined with him in despair as if the end was coming......

Ling Shang thought about letting Ye Mushen die under him like that.

So that they can possess him forever.

But Ling Shang finally let go of his throat.

This person, who hated himself as a scholar when he was a child, will only hate himself as a brother even more now.

What if he was Ayan?

Guilt and family affection are not what he Ling Shang wants.

Ling Shang remembered it clearly—Ye Mushen said that he only liked his skin and body.

But if this skin and body are crowned with the identity of "him", it will still only be the most disgusting existence of Ye Mushen.

Ling Shang understood that what didn't belong to him would still not belong to him even if he destroyed it with his own hands.

The purple mist under his eyes became thicker and thicker, and the Relief Lotus on his back shoulder revived again.

Ye Mushen was overwhelmed by complex emotions: guilt, intolerance, remorse, pain, disgust, and unwillingness......

His voice was hoarse, "I shouldn't have ...... back then But why are you ......?"

Ling Shang couldn't hear a word.

Fine sweat oozed from his forehead, his back was soaked with venom, and his eyes were only the red lips of Ye Mushen.

He let out a dull growl in his throat, viciously slamming Ye Mushen's lips.

Ling Shang's thin lips blocked Ye Mushen's unfinished words, and the tip of his tongue traced his lips, licking his blood.

An intoxicatingly sweet smell filled the snorts of the two.

Ye Mushen's brain went blank, but his body was the first to respond.

It wasn't until Ling Shang pried open his teeth and his mouth was soaked with his taste that he remembered this person...... It's my brother.

Ling Shang pressed his chest against his hands before Ye Mushen pushed him away.