【191 River Crab Edition】

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, has to let go of Ye Mu ginseng...... It's too hard.

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

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

Is it unforgivable just because we are brothers?

Why, Ling Shang still wants to see Ye Mushen surrender to himself 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.

His mouth was slightly open from the ravage, red and swollen, and a suppressed moan came out of his throat.

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 slapped on his white and demonic face.

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

His eyes were slightly hanging, his eyelashes were drooping, and his pale pink and soft tongue still smelled of blood.

The red and cool lips actually stuck 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......

【192 River Crab Edition】

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

"Brother......

Ling Shang's purple mist-shrouded eyes suddenly became clear and cold, and the soothing in his hands also stopped.

The lower abdomen of Yemu ginseng is like being eaten by countless insects and ants, and it seems to be scratched by thousands of soft whiskers.

The flames of hell burned him to death.

Ling agreed to settle his mind and swallowed harder.

The hot stuff in his mouth swelled even more, and he could barely hold it.

The satisfaction brought by the impact of the picture in front of Ling Shang made Ye Mushen involuntarily sink into the frenzied sea of desire.

His mind was overwhelmed by the surging pleasure.

He couldn't restrain himself any longer, and plunged deep into Ling Shang's moist and tight throat.

……

Ye Mushen suddenly tensed his body, "Ah...... Brother...... Don't ......"

He put his hands on Ling Shang's shoulders, trying to push him away.

Ling Shang raised his eyes to look at him firmly, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his fair face was dyed with an intoxicating red.

The scorching, salty liquid splattered ferociously.

Ye Mushen couldn't bear it, but he was greedy for the taste of being wrapped and was unwilling to withdraw.

Ling Shang patiently waited for the night ginseng to drain out, and did not spit out the thick fishy mouthful.

The corners of his mouth were stained with a few stars of white turbidity, and his demeanor was a rare glamorous style.

But the chill in his eyes was unsettling.

Ye Mu Ginseng was drained of his strength, and his flushed face was full of shame, "How are you ...... I'm about to throw up......"

Ling Shang raised his eyebrows and stood up.

He leaned over again and bullied Ye Mushen, violently pushing his fingers open his mouth, and then closing his lips again.

The thick liquid was poured into the mouth of the night ginseng.

Ling Shang rubbed his lips tenderly, teaching him to have to swallow his filth.

There was a gurgling swallowing sound in his throat, as well as a gagging whimper.

He didn't like the taste, and he was repulsed by its very nature.

He snorted and wanted to push Ling Shang away again.

But such a move, for Ling Shang, who has endured for a long time, is a little more charming than the hottest seduction.

Ling Shang clasped Ye Mushen's wrists with both hands and pressed them against the bookcase, demanding the air from his mouth like a storm.

The bookcase shook twice from the fierce movements of the two.

One after another, the books of the sages fell to the ground.

"Hmm...... Hmmm......" Ye Mushen swallowed forcefully.

The feeling of ecstasy of wanting to die has not yet dissipated, but the consciousness has fallen into an empty whiteness.

When the fishy liquid was swallowed, Ye Mushen's chest was filled with a sour feeling of exhaustion.

- He never seemed to really know Ling Shang.

Ling Shang gently rubbed Ye Mushen's lips and wiped the blood on his lips evenly.

It's a lip that expects to be ravaged by itself.

Or...... It is a mouth that will spit out the most vicious words.

"How? Still disgusting? Ling Shang's tone was as soft as the most affectionate prodigal son, "Ah Shen, don't you like it?" ”

Ye Mushen turned his head and coughed lightly twice.

His eyes reddened for a moment, "I don't like it." Didn't like it at all. ”

"Disgusting?" Ling Shang seemed to be smiling.

"You ......" Ye Mushen met his purple mist eyes, and his anger surged, "What do you say?" ”

He finally realized that the person in front of him was kneeling in front of him not to bring him the joy of ecstasy......

but to humiliate him.

"But I'm so disgusting, you still can't control yourself, can you?" Ling Shang's tone was even more stinging than the most venomous scorpion.

"I ......"

Ling Shang said coldly, "You say, who is more disgusting?" ”