Wen Xien struggled in pain like a nightmare, Yue Ying wrinkled her eyebrows and panted as she watched, just like that for a long time, she couldn't put her heart into it for half a minute.

- He can't do it.

He couldn't do that to Wen Sheen.

…… He was reluctant.

He just looked at Wen Xien like that, and his heart sank down. He looked at Wen Xien, his eyes struggling and painful than the other party.

"Clean Dust, Clean Dust ......"

His voice trembled and he shouted hoarsely:

“…… What should I do, what can I do......"

"Can you not go, don't go......"

An unprecedented sense of helplessness and guilt weighed on him.

Yue Ying gently stroked Wen Xien's cheek, endured the desire to break the embankment, and looked at the other party pleadingly: "...... Dust, let me do it...... I want to do it, I want to do it. ”

Wen Xien still wrinkled his brows, and his expression did not ease for a long time.

It's a rejection.

Yue Ying's breathing trembled slightly, and Wen Xi'en was complicated. After a while, he pressed his forehead lightly against Wen Xien's forehead.

As it stimulated, Yue Ying's breathing became heavier and heavier. He couldn't help but kiss Wen Xien's lips, anxiously and deeply. Then he frantically kissed Wen Xien's neck, deep in the faint cold fragrance of Wen Xien's body, but at this time it tasted the same as an aphrodisiac.

He kept whispering Wencien's name like a beast in heat.

Wen Xien seemed to be affected by his impatient and violent emotions and stimuli, and subconsciously became a little resistant and uncomfortable.

This subtle reaction made Yue Ying pause for a moment, and her heart lifted.

He couldn't tell whether he wanted Wen Xien to wake up or didn't want Wen Xien to wake up, whether he woke up or not, it stimulated his nerves.

Indescribable excitement and pleasure that swells to make people crazy.

But unfortunately, Wen Xien still didn't wake up after all.

But soon all he was thinking about was how to pollute this person, and use his own things to completely dye this person with his own traces and his own breath.

Possessive.

Complete possession.

Until he touched a part of the monk's body that did not belong to him, Yue Ying was incredulous at first, his dilated pupils watched all this, he gasped sharply, laughed at the same time, and laughed lowly, proud and crazy.

"Female ......"

Wen Xien's face was abnormally pale, and his crimson lips were glowing with water. Yue Ying looked at it, and couldn't help but show a gentle smile, her fingers pressed her thin shoulders, lowered her head and kissed the fresh and beautiful lips, and her tongue slowly poked in.

The hug even made him feel like their flesh and blood were going to merge together, two souls sharing a body, and neither of them could leave.

He stopped kissing, held Wen Xien's face with his hand, rubbed it lightly with his fingers, gazed at it tenderly and smiled and muttered:

"Clean ......"

"You're my ......"

"You're mine."

This is a face that he never gets tired of seeing, a calm and peaceful sleeping face, and under the pale skin are the traces he has left, red and red.

Cleanliness and filth go hand in hand.

The stark contrast and visual impact constantly prompted Yue Ying to turn Wen Xien into his. It was enough to make his satisfaction and joy overflow in a steady stream, and he certainly didn't want to take his eyes off it.

He wanted to keep staring, longing for this scene to be seen at any time. However, he knew that everything would be back to the way it was after the night, and that the next time it would be there for some unknown time, and left a kiss mark near the root of Wenxien's ear.

- He wants to keep it.

Just looking at it, there is a huge physical and psychological pleasure.

Yue Ying was reluctant to sleep all night, and after tidying up Wen Xien's clothes, she looked at it like that, with a strong love and obsession in her eyes that she didn't even notice.

It would be nice if time could stand still forever in this moment.

It would be nice if Wen Sheen didn't want to go.

One sleeps with his eyes open, and the other sleeps with his eyes closed.

——

The morning light filtered in through the unclosed window, and a golden light reflected on the wall in the dim room, and the fine dust danced slowly in the golden light. The whole temple was immersed in a peaceful and beautiful sleep.

When Yue Ying was half-asleep again, he was the only one left in the bed.

He was still lying on the other half of the bed, and the other half was gone.

Yue Ying's heart tightened, and she suddenly sobered up.

He sat up from the bed, looked down, and shouted, "Pure dust......?" ”

There was no movement, so he got out of bed.

Yue Ying walked around the hall, but she didn't see the pure dust.

He immediately became nervous at a loss, not knowing what the situation was.

Is Jingchen angry?

Still is...... Got it?

So, gone?

Yue Ying fell into a huge panic.

He didn't even have time to put on his clothes, so he casually put on a robe and ran out, his long black hair scattered.

There happened to be a maid in the courtyard watering the flowers, she looked at Yue Ying with a gloomy and hurried face, and carefully saluted.

Yue Ying didn't even look at her, and swept directly past the maid's side, but after taking two big steps, he stopped suddenly, turned over and came to the maid's face.

The maid's expression immediately changed, and she lowered her head in a panic.

"Where's the clean dust?" Immediately asked like grasping a life-saving straw.

The maid lowered her head and said weakly, "Master Jingchen got up early in the morning, and the slave and maid didn't know where it was. ”

Yue Ying's tone was angry: "Then is she out of the house?" ”

The maid hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.

Yue Ying was completely relieved at this time.

After asking the time again, I found that it was almost noon, Yue Ying didn't expect that she could sleep for so long, but what made Yue Ying feel puzzled and even more puzzled was where Wen Xi'en ran so early in the morning.

Yue Ying lay back on the bed she slept on with Wen Xien and waited for Wen Xien to come back. He moved in a bit, sniffing at the smell of Wincyne, who didn't know if it was still there.

Lying on the bed for a while, Yue Ying thought about what happened at night, thinking about it, the tips of her ears were red, but her brain just couldn't control her thoughts, and she laughed while thinking about it.

After a while, Yue Ying went to ask the time again, but it didn't take long.

He waited impatiently.

Eventually, he got out of bed and prepared to go to Winseyen.

He looked for Wen Xien for a long time to find him, but he never expected that there were other men around Wen Xien.

The two of them seemed to be talking about something, Yue Yang was smiling, and he didn't look very serious.

Wen Xi'en was facing away from Yue Ying, so he didn't know Wen Xi'en's expression now.

Yue Ying's originally relaxed and happy smile froze on her face, and then gradually turned cloudy and gloomy.

He frowned and stared at Yue Yang beside Wen Xien, not feeling that the other party was such an eyesore at this moment.

(End of chapter)