When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead: When the indifferent leader of the leader was bent (7)

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Qi Yan never felt that Xi Zhao had such a setting. After all, in Qi Yan's words, Xi Zhao was...a stuffy horse flea.

Oh no, no, it seems that the stuffy horse fleas are not anymore.

The trousers were taken off, and Qi Yan's cheeks were flushed, and he hid in the depths of the bed, but was pulled back by his ankle.

"Hey, Xi Zhao, you--" Tears in Qi Yan's eyes rolled, and Xi Zhao's smooth skin was touched by Xi Zhao, and his little brother gradually raised his head.

"Quickly let go of me, I, I will react..." Qi Yan's voice was choked with a hint of sobs, and the clear sound line was particularly pleasing, which made people hear the urge to bully him.

Xizhao's eyes dimmed, ignoring Qi Yan, holding Qi Yan's two arms with one hand, and touching his little brother who raised his head slightly with the other, gently rubbing and softly covering.

"Um..." Qi Yan's eyes were full of tears: "You, you are a man..."

Xizhao didn't say a word, as if deaf and dumb, doing things that made people blushing without changing his face.

Gradually, Qi Yan no longer resisted so much, because a wave of heat spread all over his body, making it extremely comfortable. Every skin is pressed, you can feel an unprecedented sensation. Sweating, Qi Yan looked at Xi Zhao with cold eyes and hazy eyes and flushed cheeks. There was a clear contrast between the two.

After a while, Qi Yan's dumb voice with a hint of softness slowly sounded: "A little bit sooner, it's coming..."

Xizhao raised his eyebrows secretly, and his pale and deserted eyes fell on Qi Yan's face captured by Gu Xiaowang, and the speed on his hands accelerated.

Qi Yan's appearance is pretty but enchanting. The red gauze tulle was opened, revealing the body and privacy inside; the red fruit stood up in the air, and the fascination multiplied, and the slightly squinted appearance was particularly attractive.

"Ah--" Finally, in a scream, a little bit of white liquor was scattered on Xi Zhao's hand and Qi Yan's belly.

It seems to be sitting in a canoe floating on the sea, slowly and slowly swaying. Gasping softly, Qi Yan looked at the carved solid wood beam with tearful eyes, unable to extricate himself from being immersed in the high school for a long time.

Xizhao wiped his hands with a handkerchief, then sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching Qi Yan lying on his back on the bed and panting.

After a while, he said lightly: "But is it all right?"

Qi Yan glanced at him sideways and snorted, ignoring him.

Since practicing the charm technique, his self-control ability is not very bad. It is impossible for Xi Zhao to react with two touches... Obviously, in addition to being fed medicine for weakness, he was also fed Some indescribable drugs.

Xizhao's sentence "You can't drink tea in Xingchun Tower" should tell him: You have been drugged.

After realizing, Qi Yan stared at the bed beam, and then said awkwardly: "Thank you this time."

When the words fell, I was suddenly blinded in front of him. Before Qi Yan could say anything, he felt like he was wrapped in a quilt and hugged in the air.

"Hey! What are you going to do?"

"Go back to the mansion." Xi Zhao had long been fed up with the smell of the Xingchun Tower: "Do you still want to stay here."

"You..." Qi Yan blushed under the covers: "You sent me back to the Demon Cult, I won't go back to the house with you!"

It's shameful to be taken back to the house just after finishing the thing, and will it be considered too perverted......

But what a ridiculous scenario for a martial arts leader to send the demon to protect the Muslim demon! Xi Zhao didn't speak, and ignored Qi Yan's words, hugged him directly, and returned to the Wulin League under everyone's gaze.

I heard that Caihe was redeemed by a man who had always admired her. Although he was not the wife of the main room, because she was a virgin, coupled with the man’s affection for her, she was properly treated as the side room. The favored lady.

He was carried back to his own wing by Xi Zhao, Qi Yan lay down on the bed, and saw that there was no sound outside for a long time, so he lifted a corner of the quilt and looked outside.

The outer room facing the bed is a countertop. At this moment, Xi Zhao is sitting behind the countertop, writing something on the rice paper.

Qi Yan wanted to pull out the quilt, but his clothes were disheveled and he didn't even have any underwear, so he had to shrink back.

"What are you writing? Is it the Flying Pigeon that asked my brother to pick me up?"

"No." Xi Zhao raised his eyes and saw the person curled up in the quilt. He showed a small head, his hair was slightly messy, and his thin lips were looking in this direction lightly, a bit like a little begging for food. mouse.

Xizhao denied, Qi Yan was a little anxious: "Then you don't ask my brother to pick me up?"

"My dignified leader, how can people fly pigeons and pass on books in the demon sect." Xi Zhao's voice was extremely light, and he leisurely dotted ink and pen, and continued to write on the paper.

Qi Yan thought for a while and said: "You find me a dress, I will come by myself."

"No clothes." Xi Zhao answered without looking up.

Qi Yan finally realized that Xi Zhao simply didn't bother to control himself! I don't want people from the Demon Cult to come to him!

What's the situation? Could it be said that the favorability is now full and can imprison play?

After thinking carefully for a while, Qi Yan felt that this should be impossible, and could only say that Xi Zhao had other purposes. Maybe it’s not because of me at all, but because of something else and by the way...

Thinking of this, Qi Yan became anxious: "Hurry up and find me a dress! Can't I give you money?"

Xi Zhaoliang said: "If you have money, you won't be here."

"I, I am not affected by the old madam in Xingchun Tower!" Qi Yan was a little aggrieved: "If you keep me like this, you will surely provoke criticism. It is not a good thing for you and me!"

"I don't care."

"You..."

You don’t care, I do!

Hidden in the quilt, Qi Yan became more angry the more he thought about it, but he couldn't vent it. Body and limp, active is active, but walking is a bit strenuous, let alone fight against Nishizhao for hundreds of rounds.

Thinking about it, Qi Yan fell asleep, sleeping exceptionally well in this small bed.

Here, when Xi Zhao finished writing the letter, he raised his head, and saw Qi Yan revealing his little head, sleeping with a sweet smell, a little sweat appeared on his head, and the corners of his mouth curled up inadvertently, quietly.

He is much cuter at this time than when he opened his teeth and danced his claws.

Staring at his peaceful sleeping face, Xi Zhao's eyes closed, he picked up the letter he had just written, and after reading it for a while, he slowly put it into the prepared envelope.

——Maybe the Demon Cult is not as unbearable as he imagined, but the Demon Cult is the Demon Cult.

The envelope is twisted, and Xi Zhao coldly said: "Chan and Mr. Fu."

In an instant, a figure appeared from nowhere, took the envelope respectfully, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

As if nothing happened. Xi Zhao wrote again and wrote a big word on rice paper

——Quiet.