Ye Mushen was also puzzled by his reaction.

If Ayan hides something from himself, he will be so angry that he can't eat.

I'm angry enough, and I have to torture the dishonest boy even more.

If it was someone else—Ye Mujing or Lu Qian—he would just laugh it off and stop asking.

Only because he was Ling Shang, he would grit his teeth and swallow the incomprehension and worry in his stomach.

He also had to force himself to empathize, hoping that he would not cause trouble to Ling Shang.

Is it because of Ayan? Ye Mushen himself can't say for sure.

Maybe he was guilty and cautious about Ayan, and he subconsciously restrained his temper in everything.

Or perhaps, just because he is a Ling Shang, he is willing to let go of his invincibility and arrogance.

"Don't live in his shadow." Ling Shang said in the tone of an elder.

Ling Shang felt hopeless—because he knew Ye Mu Shen too well.

It is impossible for Ye Mushen to let go of the past, and it is even more impossible for Ling Shang to let go.

Their intersection is limited to this underground lovers-style tryst.

Just as the two of them are separated forever, it is impossible for the two of them to bask in the bright sunshine together.

Even if the two no longer believe in fate, they will not be able to escape the foreshadowing of evil spirits.

"Why do I think that you can't get out of Ayan's shadow more than me?" Ye Mushen half-jokingly asked, "Or ...... Do you even eat his vinegar? ”

"Hmm. Right. ”

Ling Shang's response was so concise that it was excessive, and once again taught Ye Mu Shen to bump into the deer in his heart.

In addition to blushing and heartbeat, Ye Mu Ginseng had a gloomy feeling again-

Ling Shang even had to eat the vinegar of the dead, no matter how you look at it, it is not normal......

"Uh...... You're kidding, right? I don't think you like me so much......" Ye Mushen snorted in confusion and embarrassment, "Besides, Ayan is my brother like Brother Jing, so I don't ...... him"

"Don't kid yourself." Ling Shang pierced him sharply.

Ye Mushen was stunned for a moment - he deceived himself?

"Do you really have no other feelings for him?" Ling Shang became aggressive again.

"Hey, how is that possible? Hahaha, he's ......" Ye Mushen became more depressed the more he laughed, "He's not as good-looking as you are." ”

Ling Shang suddenly pressed on Ye Mushen's body, his knees pushed his legs apart, "Do you only like my face?" ”

"That's not necessarily the case," Ye Mushen's legs were still a little soft, and his waist was still a little sore, but he still stubbornly circled Ling Shang's neck, "I like your body too." ”

The two who haven't seen each other for half a month naturally can't withstand such an intimate and ambiguous flirtation.

The heartiness of the first meeting in the evening was just an appetizer.

Ye Mushen grabbed Ling Shang's hand in a panic and forced himself to persuade calmly, "Brother Ling Shang, you have just been sucked so much blood by Mi Xiang, you must be very weak at this time. Or, this time you lie down, how about I help? ”

……

Ling Shang once again told Ye Ji a cruel truth-

The filthy "Night Counterattack", it is impossible to write a single word until the end of the fan.

In stark contrast, it is the "Secret History of the Night Emperor" sprinkled with "Night Talk Gossip", the most wonderful of which is "Arabian Nights: Counteroffensive - The Emperor was originally cowardly, and the counterattack was always counterattacked".

……

Ling Shang was ruthless, and the pleasure of annihilation swept through Ye Mushen's senses like a terrifying wave.

The Tsundere Hall Master couldn't stop whimpering, Ling Shang's eyes were surging, and he whispered in his ear, "If you are willing to give up everything for Ayan, can't you stay for me?" ”

"If I could stay with you forever, of course I would."

"......" can always belong to anyone, but not to Ling Shang.

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Ahem...... Which master is interested in writing a counteroffensive story...... Please tell no return, I will be the first to cheer......