Ye Mushen was like floating and sinking in the infinite deep sea, instinctively trying to grasp something.

He wrestled violently at the chains in his hands, almost tearing the bed apart.

Ling Shang was more elusive and paranoid than he remembered.

Ye Mushen had a high pillow under his waist, and his legs were folded and pressed to the sides......

It's a profligate posture that he doesn't want to challenge no matter what.

He cursed intermittently, "Ling Shang...... Elder brother...... You're meow...... That's really enough......"

Ling Shang was slightly stunned, then sat up suddenly, and smiled evilly, "Is it really enough?" ”

Ye Mushen was so choked that he couldn't speak, but his body gave an honest answer that went against his senses.

Only then did he remember that Ling Shang had never been much more brazen than himself in this kind of thing.

What kind of ghost was he fascinated by in the first place, so that he felt that he was unearthly and did not eat the fireworks of the world?

"If you don't say it, I won't be able to read minds." Ling Shang looked at the most secret place on his body leisurely, and his voice was full of condescending contempt.

Ye Mushen's stomach was full of complaints, and he almost blurted out, but he was scratched by Ling Shang's magical hand from the Tianling Gai to the tip of his toes.

The Tsundere Hall Master's method of self-discipline was vividly brought into play at this moment.

The greasy whispers he had said in bed in the past, the sultry whispers he had heard from the wine table by chance, and even the abrasive gossip he had made up when he had a flash of inspiration, all flowed out of his mouth.

His voice was already hoarse, and these slightly green words of pleasure were heard in Ling Shang's ears, and they brought the humility and despair of the beggars.

Ling Shang just listened playfully at first.

After listening too much, a thick fog of sorrow welled up in his eyes.

Ye Mushen suddenly shuddered, and once again poured the turbid liquid in Ling Shang's hand.

Ling Shang repeated his old trick, wiping the things in his hand from his lower abdomen to his chest, the technique was extremely bad, but it was also extremely ecstatic.

Ye Mushen thought to himself that he might be about to die in Ling Shang's bed.

X died in such a glamorous way, did he lose a lot of money, or did he make too much money?

There will be no fewer people who want to climb into Hou Ye's bed than those who want to climb into his own bed.

Thinking about it this way, it's really not a loss.

However, this man was his own brother-in-law......

He died in such a ridiculous way, and went to hell, and he did not know how severe the judgment and capital punishment would be.

"Aren't you paying attention at this time?" Ling Shang's ghostly voice suddenly remembered in his ears.

His sudden entry startled Ye Mushen to his feet, subconsciously wanting to dodge, but instinctively thirsting for more.

Ling Shang's pupils contracted sharply and paused.

He was not surprised that the desire to endure for so long burst almost instantly.

No matter how foolproof your defenses may seem......

In front of this person, it always seems to be vulnerable.

Ling Shang took a deep breath and unhurriedly attacked Ye Mu Shen's body.

On the one hand, he possesses it unscrupulously, and on the other hand, he viciously despises his ears.

"Ah Sen, your voice is so good......

"However, it is not as good as you call me 'brother'."

"Why is it silent again? Tired? Let's stop for a moment......"

"Don't you want me to stop? Then speak up. ”

"Say what? You said it so softly that I couldn't hear ......"

"What to call me, don't you remember?"

"Huh...... Don't like it? That...... So what? ”

"Is it too deep?"

“…… Okay, I'll slow down then. ”

"Don't you slow down? You...... It's duplicity. ”

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"Ah San, begging the person you hate the most to feel about yourself...... Wonderful, right? ”

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