Ling Shang's house was simple and deserted.

It is precisely because of this that the heat on his own body is even more weird.

Every word that Ye Mushen said, Ling Shang could hear it clearly.

But he preferred not to hear anything.

The nerves that had been tense for days broke when they heard a certain word.

The word...... He's been waiting for twenty years......

Ling Shang was half stunned and half bitter and stopped moving.

He was in his original position, feeling the excessively fast heartbeat in his chest.

Ye Mushen breathed a sigh of relief and tried to push him.

I still can't push it away.

Ling Shang seemed to be enraged by his refusal, and let out a deep groan of displeasure in his throat, opening his mouth to bite his Adam's apple.

A real dull ache spreads throughout the body; Ye Mushen thought to himself, Ling Shang seemed to want to delay himself in the most primitive and bloody way.

It's like the torture he inflicted on him all those years ago.

However, the next moment, Ye Mushen found that he had guessed wrong.

The tip of Ling Shang's soft and moist tongue went all the way down his slender neck, and even left two ambiguous marks on his collarbone.

In less than half an hour, Ye Mushen didn't know how many times he had broken it.

He put his hands weakly on Ling Shang's shoulders, at first just to push him away.

But at some point, the hands had grabbed his shoulders tightly, and even left eye-catching scratches on his shoulders.

Ling Shang bowed slightly, frowning and sniffing at the smell of medicine mixed with Ye Mu Ginseng's body.

Ye Mushen's hand moved to the back of his shoulder, and his fingertips touched a sticky and clammy cold.

He remembered that the wound on Ling Shang's back shoulder could heal on its own after Mi Xiang's treatment.

But not this time.

An inexplicable uneasiness suddenly came to my heart.

Ye Mushen's body suddenly froze, "What's wrong with you?" ...... behind your back"

Ling Shang raised his head, lifted his chin with one hand, and his cloudy eyes looked into his eyes as if they were lazy and fierce, "Don't speak." ”

Ye Mushen's heart paused suddenly, and Qingjun's face was covered with a suspicious flush.

Ling Shang's face was infinitely closer in front of him, and the mist under his eyes was confusing and even more fascinating.

Mountains of memories washed over the dams of sanity of Ye Mushen.

The moment before the lips touched, Ye Mushen used all his strength to clasp Ling Shang's shoulder, and his fingers embedded blue and white marks on the muscles on his back.

“…… Don't touch me......" Ye Mushen heard an indifferent and unfamiliar voice float out of his mouth.

Ling Shang hesitated for a moment, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a touch of mockery, "What if you touch it?" ”

"Not good...... It's just ......" Ye Mushen inhaled with a trembling voice, "you make me sick." ”

In Ling Shang's misty eyes, pain flashed.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed Ye Mushen's waist with one hand, maliciously let his lower abdomen close to him, close to his ear, "I've done it even worse, haven't you?" ”

"Let go of ......," Ye Mushen roared like a rout, "Don't you know what you've done?" You don't forgive me...... I confessed...... But why do you humiliate me again and again? ”

Ling Shang didn't seem to understand what he was saying, and only looked at him quietly.

His eyes were as cold as if he were looking at a cat abandoned in a storm.

This person's weak and incompetent appearance brought Ling Shang unparalleled pleasure.

"These five years...... What have I done, you can't be unaware......" Ye Mushen's eyes turned red, "Why accuse me of partiality?" ”

Ling Shang's brow furrowed slightly.

The purple mist in his eyes seemed to fade a little.

Ye Mushen blinked.

A sparkling blink and slid down the bridge of his nose to the tip of his nose.

"Brother, I've been looking for you for five years...... Why are you doing this to me? ”