Cannon Fodder Counterattack System Chapter 113: Cannon fodder counterattacks the ghost text (8)
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Faced with the curious pair of eyes that were full of interest, Ye Sinian's hands holding the handle of the knife tightened tightly. In the dim light, an unspeakable atmosphere flowed in the room, and the two of them looked at each other for a while. Words.
The man stared at Ye Sinian, who was suppressing himself above his body, his scorching eyes fell on his lips that he kissed more colorfully, and his cold hand slowly moved upward through the cloth,
The corners of the tightly pressed lips evoked a slightly evil arc, and Ye Sinian's phoenix eyes, which were already very brilliant, blinked twice slowly, and the curly eyelashes trembled, as if they were in a person. The tip of his heart scratched gently with a soft feather motion.
The movement of that hand gave a quick pause.
As if satisfied with his reaction, the smile on Yesinian’s lips became more distinct. He put one hand on the man’s shoulder, and looked at his chiseled face with a heavy gaze, slowly Bend down.
The distance suddenly got closer, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became ambiguous.
Yesnian tugged at the corner of his mouth and looked straight into the depths of those strange eyes. The dagger that had been close to his throat gradually loosened, and the cold tip of the knife was against his rolling apple, slowly slide.
Exquisite facial features and slightly pale complexion, the man suppressed by Yesinian does not look weak at all. He squinted his eyes, almost in the danger of making his scalp numb. Sink.
"You said..."
Yesnian’s lips became more and more evil, and his thick and curly eyelashes quivered slightly, and he looked down at the man’s chin with cyan stubble, and licked with the tip of his bright tongue. , Fu raised his eyes under the gaze of the person's sudden increase in temperature, and his voice was low with a trace of irresistible temptation. Confusion: "I'm fine?"
"Of course..." Feeling the cold blood stagnant in the body began to burn, until it boiled, the man in black squinted impatiently, put his hands on Ye Sinian's lower waist, and gently applied force to him. Press into his arms.
Lying on the man’s arms with a hint of chill, only his jade-white eartips can be seen in his eyes, and his hoarse voice is in his ears, making his scalp numb, Ye Sinian pursed his lips, thinking I have to hold back the strange excitement and excitement in my heart, but the heart speeds up uncontrollably, and the blood boils.
"It was you who awakened me and brought me back to the world..." The man's cold hands slid up and down on Ye Sinian's muscular back through the clothing, and the language, posture and movements seemed extremely ambiguous. Ambiguous and sensational. .
Yesnian frowned unconsciously. The man's hands rubbed with a bit of force. The temperature was obviously very low, but his back muscles trembled slightly for no reason.
The heartbeat is getting faster and faster.
"I am Yueyue." The man's hoarse voice carried a hint of joy. One hand was placed on the tail vertebra of Yesinian, and the two of them were tightly pressed together. He moved his leg. But he didn't really push away Ye Sinian's suppression. Instead, he enjoyed the intimate distance between each other. As he got closer to Ye Sinian's ears, his voice became more and more magnetic and authentic: "Don't forget, huh?"
The low nasal sound made Ye Sinian tremble all over, and his heartbeat seemed to miss a beat. He opened his mouth, only feeling a little dry in his voice: "Yue Yue? That... the general of the Moon Dynasty?"
"Are you afraid?" Yue Yue let out a sullen laugh, couldn't help but gently lick the small ruddy earlobe in front of him, sounding very proud of her identity.
"I'm not afraid, but..." Ye Si frowned quickly, stretched out his hand to prop up his muscular shoulders through the black cloth, propped up his body to face the faintly golden eyes, and said: "Then you are more than five hundred years older than me?!"
Looking at the tangled face on the top of the body, he almost wrote the five characters "Lao Niu gnawing on the tender grass".
Yueyue: "..."
Isn't the race difference that should be entangled?
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It was late at night, and Sun Lin was lying on the bed, but tossing and turning could not sleep.
Although he has known his sexuality a long time ago, he has never met anyone who makes his heart move, and secondly, to hide his secrets, he always pays attention to keeping a distance with other men, not to mention having relationships. , Sometimes even inadvertent physical contact makes him nervous.
People I know say that he doesn't like those sweaty sports. Although he tacitly admits it, only he knows the real reason.
He didn't want to, he just didn't dare.
But now...
The face with beautiful facial features and simple eyes flashed in his mind, Sun Lin's complexion suddenly tightened, he bit his teeth, but still couldn't dispel the desire to sink in his heart.
Close your eyes, the hazy but addictive dream is still so clear.
The beautiful and innocent boy was lying on the grass. His fair complexion was in sharp contrast with the green underneath. His slightly thin body was put in a difficult posture, and he kept uttering hardship under the strong impact. moan.
Sun Lin opened his eyes abruptly, staring hollowly at the void in front of him.
The moonlight spilled into the room through the window, and it was dim.
"Take me...well! Go..."
The boy's uncontrollable groan and moan echoed in his ears, the intense pleasure of being wrapped up and absorbed, almost completely overturning his mind, making him just want to sink and never care about it anymore. other.
With both hands tightly grasping the sheet beneath him, Sun Lin looked palely at the lower body he had propped up.
When there is no one, nothing can be hidden.
No matter how much he pretends, he can't deceive his own heart.
His Sun Lin, he likes men...
Even if it is a dream, what exists in the dream... is a man.
His chest trembled uncontrollably, and Sun Lin gritted his teeth tightly, the veins on the back of his hand burst, and his face was buried in the pillow fiercely.
The moonlight is a bit dim, and in the dimly lit room, a nearly transparent figure suddenly appeared by the bed, looking suspiciously at the man struggling on the bed.
The breeze came in through the opening of the window and gently blew the half-length broken hair on the side of his face.
The night is quiet.
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The next day.
Yesnian slowly opened his eyes and lay on the bed for a while before clearing up the mixed memories in his mind.
The scene of last night is still vivid, and the man's kiss is not disgusting at all, and even faintly familiar, so...
His wonderful lover has become a piao in this life?
Or an antique float? !
Sitting up abruptly, Ye Sinian frowned and looked around in the room, his eyes confused and a little worried.
The cold hug that hugged him tightly last night was long gone.
Yesnian blinked and turned to look at the dagger not far away.
The dagger with a black handle and an exquisite scabbard lies quietly on the table, without a trace of abnormality.
So... Could everything last night just be my own illusion?
Thinking that he might fantasize his lover into that kind of existence, Ye Sinian shook his eyebrows, and his expression instantly became subtle.
My own taste should...not so heavy yet...
After a strange expression on his face, Yesinian looked to his side with some sluggish movements.
A white pillow is impressively juxtaposed with my own pillow by the head of the bed.
Yes took a long sigh of relief in the elderly, and finally let go of the heart he raised, and reached out and patted his chest—fortunately, it was not his own fantasy!
But the action of patting the chest was only half done, and he suddenly stiffened again.
My lover is really an antique, it seems...and he doesn't seem to have much lighter taste... right?
Getting off the bed full of black lines, Yesinian patted the rumpled pajamas on his body, and walked out with his slippers.
Since what happened last night is true, why is Yueyue not here now?
Could it be...
Yesnian stopped with a tangled expression and looked back at the curtains that were thick enough to block all the light.
I shouldn't see the light dead...
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Downstairs.
Lin Xiaobei in duckling pajamas cleverly nestled on the sofa piled with plush dolls, hugged the dirty bear doll tightly in his arms, and glanced at the living room from time to time. .
Yue Yue stared at the TV not far away with a serious face, frowning her brows as if she was facing an enemy, her slender and powerful hands seemed to rest casually on her legs, but her muscles were secretly tightened. Now, ready to go.
"Hey! You bald donkey! How dare you compete with the Dao?! Look at the sword!"
Not far away, there was a violent shout coming from the square boxes. Yueyue was shocked. She watched in amazement as the villain in the Taoist robe drew out the sword suddenly, and drank towards it. The monk in colorful clothes rushed over.
Suddenly, I saw the light and shadow flickering and the clothes were fluttering, and the two little people came and went on the bamboo forest, and the turquoise bamboo sea rippled under their feet, making the sky dim and the sun and the moon changed.
Yueyue: "..."
What kind of martial arts is this? ! The power is so powerful!
Frowning her eyebrows tightly, Yue Jue looked down at the thin cocoon she had sharpened from her sword practice, and she felt regret that she was untimely born in her heart.
He originally thought that everyone now has no power to bind chickens, but he didn't expect...
Sure enough, there are some outsiders and there are outsiders and heavens!
Without knowing the complicated sigh in his heart, Lin Xiaobei was holding the doll in his arms, curiosity and grievance in his heart.
The weirdly dressed uncle looks like himself, but why does he look so fierce?
And... it's obviously the same, why should he grab his own TV?
Lin Xiaobei shrank silently on the sofa, glazed eyes glanced at his upright figure from time to time, then glanced at the TV that was making fierce fighting sounds.
Um...I really want to watch cartoons...
When Ye Sinian came down from upstairs with a tangled face, what he saw was such a black line scene.
The man in black costume sits on the beige modern sofa, staring at the TV not far away with a serious face, and his muscles are tight.
On the other side, the child holding the doll almost completely sank into the sofa. His big eyes flickered and looked pitifully at the back of the man's head.
The man with long black hair tied into the jade crown turned a blind eye to him, watching TV seriously and earnestly.
The eyebrows trembled unconsciously, Ye Sinian lightened his steps subconsciously, squinted and looked at the TV screen, trying to see what was inside that was so attractive.
In the quiet living room, three pairs of eyes were staring at the screen.
"Master! Listen to me!