Yemu participates in the game between Ling Shang, who loses and who wins?

Ye Mushen had no resistance to Ling Shang's smile.

Even in his heart, Ling Shang had become the embodiment of a shameless demon......

He still seems to like this man.

I like the way he looks, I like his body, I like the touch he touches......

I also like his unearthly temperament, peerless talent, and arrogant character......

I prefer the gentleness he inadvertently shows, the protection of himself under silence, and the deep eyes that are incomprehensible......

Ye Mushen liked everything about Ling Shang - except for the fact that he was 'him'.

Keling Shang ......

It doesn't seem to have the upper hand either.

The feeling of having night ginseng was so real......

Even Ling Shang, who has no expectations for life, is not easy to let go.

Even if he was ruthless and forced himself to make a decision......

But why is it that under such a confrontation, he still can't accept Ye Mushen's accusations?

Just because they are brothers, is it unforgivable?

Why, Ling Shang still wants to see Ye Mushen succumb in front of him and be confused about himself?

……

There is probably no winner in the showdown between the participants.

Ling Shang finally let go of Ye Mu Shen's lips.

He sneered at Ye Mushen, "You never asked me if I was 'him', why do you say I lied to you?" ”

Ye Mushen was blinded by desire, and he didn't have the strength to refute Ling Shang's questioning.

He opened his mouth slightly, which was red and swollen from being ravaged, and let out a suppressed moan.

His eyes were out of focus from dizzy palpitations, and they were clean but seductive.

Ling Shang looked at Ye Mu Ginseng, his eyes and chest were sour for a while, and his back was soaked in cold sweat.

He leaned over slightly, leaning his head sideways on Ye Mushen's shoulder, and the tip of his hot tongue sucked on the bite marks left a few days ago.

He kneaded the swollen desire of the night ginseng with one hand, pressed his heart with the other, and felt the violent rise and fall of his chest.

Ling Shang then licked Ye Mushen's neck inch by inch, and then moved down to his collarbone and chest......

Slowly, he knelt down in front of Ye Mushen.

Like the most devout pilgrim.

Ling Shang closed his eyes, his lips on Ye Mushen's navel, and the tip of his tongue poked slyly.

His hand moved from the mouth of the night to his waist, drawing circles ambiguously.

Ye Mushen's lower abdomen was burned by the flames of hell, and the boiling blood rushed through his body in bursts.

His hands couldn't help but droop and lay on Ling Shang's shoulders.

His voice was incredibly soft, "Ling Shang, I want to ......"

Ling Shang was surprised, and his eyes that seemed to be calm and turbulent stared at his legs.

I've never seen such a Ling Shang Ye Mu Ginseng - this is ......?

Ye Mushen's breathing became chaotic and manic, and sticky sweat oozed from his palms again.

Ling Shang calmly pulled his hand out of Ye Mu Shen's undergarment, and gently pulled off his dirty pants with both hands.

The scorching stiffness almost hit his white, wicked face.

The next moment, Ling Shang pressed his lips against his lips.

His pale pink tongue still had the taste of blood, but at the moment it was attached to the top of the overflowing turbidity, sucking inch by inch.

Ling Shang's unprecedented surrender posture brought Ye Mu Shen an unparalleled visual impact.

Ye Mushen gasped, and her body trembled slightly.

……

The pleasure of extinction eats away at what little sanity is left of Ye Mu ginseng.

I don't know whether it was shame or joy that tears slipped down the corners of his eyes.

The bookcase behind him creaked, and a few books also fell, wiping the ears of Mu Shen in the night.

Ye Mushen almost frantically tightened Ling Shang's shoulder sleeve and pulled out deep folds-

"Brother......