"I'm serious......" Ye Mushen swallowed, "Don't look at me like this, I really ......"

"Really?" Ling Shang raised his eyebrows in displeasure, and the dark blue fireworks under his eyes almost burned him to ashes.

"It's not good," Ye Mushen shook his head, shaking off the panic that had just flashed in his mind, "It's you, what are you bringing me to the Hou Mansion for?" ”

Ling Shang didn't seem to hear his question, "In seven days, you will leave Luoyang." ”

"yes, haha." Ye Mushen smiled heartily, "Miss Shangguan is full of talent, with such a good match, what more can a husband ask for?" If you can join hands with her, even if the world is home, it will be ......"

"Ye Mu Shen—" Ling Shang bit out his name word by word, "Don't say it again." ”

…… Stop talking about others in front of yourself.

He pressed his hands on Ye Mushen's shoulders and pressed him down on the table.

The tea set on the table made a slight and pleasant crashing sound, and the chill poured from the collar into the body of Ye Mu Shen.

Ling Shang leaned over, the faces of the two were extremely close, and their postures were extremely ambiguous.

Ye Mushen's eyes widened, and he always felt that Ling Shang was not quite right like this-

Ling Shang's expression was like a drowning man grasping the last straw, desperate and fanatical.

Ye Mushen didn't want to think about what that look meant.

He frowned—his hands resting behind his back, and the movement of untying the straps was met with more resistance.

He raised one leg and touched Ling Shang, "Hey, this posture is very uncomfortable, don't you think?" ”

Ling Shang was unmoved, and only continued to stubbornly look at him with the murderous invisible eyes, and the burning breath fell on his face.

Ye Mushen sighed, "I said, we don't have any feelings for each other." Even if there is, it's more hated than liked. But what...... I still have a little bit of a liking for you after all...... So, stop doing what I don't like...... I hate to admit it, but we're brothers after all...... Hmmm......"

Ling Shang closed his eyes and kissed his mouth deeply, which could not say a good word, and entangled his tongue, as if to tear it off.

It was as if it were going down the base of his tongue to his throat, and even deeper, to the vicious heart that controlled the mouth.

Ye Mushen looked at Ling Shang's frowning brows in distraction, and the aura of Ling Shang around him suffocated him.

…… Why is this man so good-looking?

But why do you want to do such an ugly thing?

It was clear that he pushed himself away first, why didn't he let himself go now?

There was a sharp pain on his tongue, and Ye Mushen snorted, and closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on untying his hands.

Ling Shang greedily sucked his blood.

Even at this moment, the two are already so close, but they are still separated by a distance that they can't cross no matter what.

With the same blood flowing, why hate each other?

Ye Mu Shen can turn around freely, but he Ling Shang ...... It just can't be done.

After kissing for too long, there was a numbness in Ye Mushen's jaw.

He finally untied the strap, pulled his hand from behind his waist, and wrapped it around Ling Shang's waist.

Ling Shang seemed to have forgotten that he had already tied his hands, but was even more moved by his movements, kissing his face to his ear, holding his earlobe and sucking it sucking; The hand on his shoulder also moved down hotly.

Ye Mu Ginseng's eyes were full of gold stars, his heart was cold, but the voice he spit out was full of flattery, "Hmm...... Insult...... Master Hou, take me to the bed......"