Ling Shang watched in disbelief as Ye Mu Ginseng's nose slid down two bright reds.

However, Ye Mushen looked at Ling Shang's eyes intently, unaware of his condition.

A subtle and dangerous aura pervades the two.

Ye Mushen didn't know how he was thrown out of the door by Ling Shang with his collar.

It wasn't until the flat and wonderful chest completely disappeared in front of his eyes and was replaced by a glimmering door that Ye Mushen sniffed in fear.

- Ling Shang is still the same Ling Shang who rejects people for thousands of miles...... Fortunately, I didn't succumb to his beauty easily.

Only then did he realize that he had a nosebleed again.

Two nosebleeds on the back of his hand made his ears red.

Ling Shang leaned against the door, struggling to hold his breath, but his chest kept heaving.

He ignored the knock behind him and covered his sickly pale face with his hands.

Ye Mushen gently pushed the door twice, and after finding that he was resisted by Ling Shang, he couldn't help but become depressed.

He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, secretly scolding himself for his gaffe, and his expression was very embarrassed.

After a while, the nosebleed finally subsided.

Ye Mu Shen could sense that Ling Shang was behind the door.

The night breeze crept mercilessly into the gaps in his thin clothes, but it made him much more sober.

He stepped forward, propped his hands on the door, and whispered into the crack of the door, "Ling...... Ling Shang, I was abrupt just now...... But I did ...... looking for you."

Before he could finish speaking, his body involuntarily leaned forward and fell into a lean, hot chest.

Ling Shang encircled Ye Mushen with one hand, and quickly closed the door with the other, pressing him against the door, and buried his head in his neck.

Ye Mushen earned it, but Ling Shang hugged it tighter and tighter.

Almost taught him to suffocate, almost crumpled his muscles and bones.

"Ling Shang, you...... What are you doing? Ye Mushen hoarsely spoke.

He was a little afraid of such a Ling Shang.

I'm more afraid of myself who is sinking.

Ling Shang's sharpened chin rested on Ye Mushen's shoulder, causing him pain.

He encircled the man's hand harder, and the other pulled at his collar almost roughly.

"Well, I said...... What are you doing ...... fool" Ye Mu Shen was slightly out of breath, "Don't mess around......"

Mess around again...... If he messes around again, he'll surrender......

Ling Shang pulled open his collar, his hot palm caressed his shoulder and neck, and then bit down hard.

He seems to be incarnated as a man-eating beast, and the person in his arms is his prey.

It is the enemy he hates, and it is also the delicacy he covets.

He seemed to want to bite off the tight flesh, but he didn't let go, and his mouth was a little stiff when he bit it, and the liquid flowed onto Ye Mushen's shoulder, wetting his collar.

Ye Mushen was so painful that the corners of his eyes were wet, he gritted his teeth and frowned, and endured his cry of pain, "You crazy person, don't make trouble...... I just want to...... Brother Jing, he ......"

Ling Shang seemed to be stimulated by a certain two words, and the hand that grabbed his collar suddenly slipped into his robe and groped his chest.

It seems to be intimate and seems to be a punishment, and the play almost disconnects Ye Mushen's reason.

The pain in the shoulder gradually became numb.

He stared distractedly at the flickering candles in several corners of the room.

Ling Shang's teeth were finally stained with a sticky red, and his mouth finally tasted an addictive sweetness.

But that's not enough.

"Brother Jing...... Bingyan ...... Zhou Fu ......" Ye Mushen said incoherently, "I am looking for you......"

Ling Shang suddenly relented, covering the wound on his shoulder with his soft lips and licking the tip of his tongue.

He moves gently, as reverently and cherished as a pilgrim.

“…… Brother ......" Ye Mushen trembled, and his voice was hoarse, "Brother...... Let me go. ”