Ye Mushen didn't have time to chew the meaning of that sentence, so he was sealed by Ling Shang with a kiss.

It was not so much a kiss as a predatory punishment.

Ling Shang's sour and bitter lips invaded the night ginseng, soft and thin.

His nimble tongue pried open the teeth of Ye Mu ginseng, with a slight sweetness in the sourness.

Ye Mushen was taken aback by this sudden intimacy, and passively allowed Ling Shang to ask for the air and liquid in his mouth.

He couldn't breathe, his hand was withdrawn from Ling Shang's increasingly aggressive desire, and he was half pushed and half on the ground against Ling Shang's chest.

Not...... It feels so good......

You have to take the opportunity to touch it twice.

Ling Shang generously let him eat tofu at night.

He let go of Ye Mushen's arm and held the back of his head with one hand, deepening the very aggressive kiss.

The other hand moved behind him.

A moment later, Ye Mu Shen almost suffocated in Ling Shang's almost fanatical kisses.

Dizzy, with stars in his eyes, and his heart beating incredibly fast.

He snorted twice, and Ling Shang finally let go of his lips.

Ling Shang looked at his cheeks flushed by lack of oxygen, his eyes clouded and confused by the first attempt of lust, his red and moist lips that had been ravaged, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a chilling sneer.

Ye Mushen never thought that Ling Chamber of Commerce would take the initiative to get close to him, and he was only full of excitement at the moment.

Immediately afterward, he began to be overwhelmed again.

Because Ling Shang's way of opening up this time is a little different from the last time.

Ye Mushen twisted his waist uneasily, trying to dodge Ling Shang's increasingly rampant hand.

He leaned on Ling Shang's shoulder, panting slightly, embarrassed and about to stammer, "Ling Shang, you, don't, don't touch that, there's ......"

Ling Shang gave him a gentle and foul touch, "Don't move." ”

Ye Mushen was once again fascinated by the fawn and was fascinated.

He gasped, and once again two lines of blood hung from his nose.

It's so uncompromising.

Ye Mushen scolded secretly in his heart, and at the same time tried hard to wipe his nosebleed on Ling Shang's fair-skinned shoulder.

It's beautiful.

After wandering alone for so many years, Ye Mushen is not without self-desecration.

However, he prefers the pleasure of galloping on horseback and the heroic spirit of picking up the lamp and looking at the sword while drunk.

Before being teased by Ling Shang, he never thought that another man's hand could make him so ecstatistical.

However, at this moment, something seems to be wrong......

"What do you do?" Ye Mushen keenly smelled the crisis, "Take your hand away......"

Ling Shang let out an impatient moan and simply swallowed the rest of his words into his mouth.

Between the entanglement of lips and tongues, Ye Mushen got drunk before drinking, and gave up the already not very firm struggle.

Ling Shang's fingers were dipped in the sticky ink-colored pool water, and he roughly opened his tight back hole.

Ye Mu Shen frowned in pain, and a broken grunt came out of his throat.

"Don't move," Ling Shang pinched his hips, "You said it yourself, you don't want me to faint in pain like last time." ”

Ye Mushen's eyes became moist with excitement and restlessness.

The progress was too unexpected; The Tsundere Hall Master's head went blank.

Ling Shang flipped Ye Mu Shen's body over, and pressed his chest against his back.

He picked up the green silk of the night ginseng, bit his earlobe, and carried him through mercilessly.

He let out a soft sigh of satisfaction, and his voice was softer than a lie, "After tonight, you and I will no longer be friends." ”

The tearing pain flowed arrogantly in every inch of Ye Mushen's perception.

He gritted his teeth and whispered, "After tonight, you'll be my man." ”

Ling Shang retreated slightly, slammed in again, and said, "No, when the poison on my body is cleared, you and I will have nothing to do with each other." ”

Ye Mushen was stung in his eardrums by this sentence, and couldn't help but tighten Ling Shang.

He stubbornly shook his head, "No, it can't be. ”