Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

Qi Yan smiled.

I smiled sincerely and said, "Thank you, A-Rao. Thank you so much."

As soon as she finished speaking, she tightened her grip without hesitation. The feeling of suffocation came over her like a tide, and her body's survival instinct wanted to struggle to escape.

But Shen Rao didn't.

He just held the bed sheet tightly and looked at her calmly and gently, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of her skin and every curve of her hair.

Until the brain is deprived of oxygen and the vision gradually blurs.

The force that was suffocating him suddenly loosened.

He vaguely saw the smile on Qi Yan's face turn into tears.

Warm tears dripped onto his face and lips, sliding down as if he was crying too.

"Qi Yan..." Shen Rao raised his trembling hands to hold her face, gently wiped her tears, and said in a hoarse voice, "Why?"

Why not continue?

"I won't kill you, Shen Rao."

Tears welled up in Qi Yan's eyes. He poked his aching heart and spoke with difficulty, "I can't do it. I can't do it."

Because Qi Yan five years later also loves you very much.

Although I don't remember it completely.

But she could feel it.

Deep love is not stored in memory, but in the heart, in the blood, and in every part of the body.

"I can't betray myself."

"..."

The devil's hand that was tearing at her nerves dispersed. The "love" that didn't want to hurt Shen Rao was much heavier than her pain.

Shen Rao's expression was dazed for a moment, and his eyes were a little sore.

This idiot.

Qi Yan's hand was still lightly on his neck, and she was stroking the marks she had made bit by bit as if she was cherishing him.

In the end, without giving Shen Rao a chance to react, she gave him a delicate kiss, licking his wounds gently, like a wild animal comforting its injured companion, with both tenderness and wildness.

"Well...Qi Yan..." Shen Rao's eyes flushed and his voice was panting, "Stop kissing..."

Qi Yan ignored him and kissed him forcefully along his collarbone, neck, Adam's apple, and chin, teasing him passionately all the way before rubbing against his lips.

The cold hands climbed up to his handsome face, like a snake coiling around its possessions, suffocating and freezing.

"Shen Rao, just like you said--"

She paused, slowly raised her dark eyes, stared at him like a predator staring at its tasty prey, and spoke word by word.

"I love you to death."

"Listen carefully," she imitated Shen Rao's previous words and pried open his lips and teeth, feeding them to him with her tongue, wishing she could carve them into his heart, "Qi Yan five years later, I love you to death."

"Shen Rao, you remember this." She pressed Shen Rao's chest tightly and said, "Remember this well, Qi Yan loves you!"

"Did you hear that?"

"I heard...I heard..." Shen Rao was still immersed in the kiss. She agreed to everything she said and added, "I love you too."

"..."

The young superior who was forced into a desperate situation was unable to conceal his inner feelings well, and was seduced by the fairy, revealing his savage nature that was buried deep inside, which even she was not aware of.

Qi Yan ordered Shen Rao rudely.

"Since I can't kill you, you must live well. Live longer than me and die later than me. Don't leave me early!"

"I……"

Before Shen Rao could answer, his head was lifted up and he met her cold eyes. He made no effort to hide his possessiveness that was as violent as a storm.

"You are mine. Don't even think about looking at anyone else in this life, otherwise—"

She smiled inexplicably: "Just be tied here like a dog and accompany me every day."

"This is my 'love'," Qi Yan lowered his eyes, and repeatedly pressed his bitten red lips with his thumb, "Shen Rao, do you like it?"

Savage, extreme, wolf-like love.

Shen Rao did not answer this question, and Qi Yan did not need his answer.

Just when she wanted to say: You have to accept it whether you like it or not, it's your choice, the hot and soft tongue gently licked her thumb, with long eyelashes drooping, and he was serious and lingering.

Qi Yan paused and instinctively retracted his hand.

Shen Rao, however, stuck to her like a dog-skin plaster and actively gave her a kiss. His thin lips were red and swollen, but he still had the ability to seduce people.

Shen Rao answered her questions vaguely one by one, and Qi Yan listened in silence.

"I can die one minute later than you."

"I can't stand it any more," Shen Rao said in a low voice, full of grievance, "Don't abandon me even if you die."

Qi Yan raised his eyes indifferently: "I will shoot you before I die."

She thought the other party would change his expression to some extent, but Shen Rao's eyes suddenly lit up and he spoke to her in a cheerful tone.

"Ayan, you are so nice~"

Qi Yan: “…”

"You're much easier to talk to than before."

Qi Yan: “…”

A normal Qi Yan would only tell him to live well and that there is more to life than love, but the love-brained Qi Yan would not listen to any nonsense.

She was talking about life and preaching the truth, while he was thinking about how sweet her mouth tasted. They were completely on different wavelengths.

"In fact, you don't have to do anything. I can't accept a world without you." Shen Rao stared at her obsessively, "I have always been yours, look--"

He pulled at his collar, overjoyed: "Only you can leave marks on me, only you, I only look at you, never look at others."

"I don't mind if you treat me like a dog," Shen Rao said shyly, "Just remember to come back and pet your dog every day..."

"..."

Qi Yan looked at him silently, and after a long while, he pulled his lower lip: "You are really exaggerating."

Even more exaggerated than her.

It seems like there's nothing else in my mind except her.

It's sad.

It's like the prey falling in love with a predator, totally unaware of their own pitiful situation.

Suddenly, Shen Rao's eyes were spinning, and he was pushed down again. The upper part of his shirt, which was already torn apart, was torn off.

"Qi Yan," Shen Rao's voice trembled a little as he looked at the person lying on top of him, "You are still sick."

"Aren't you afraid of infection?"

"I'm not afraid of infection..." Shen Rao hurriedly grabbed his belt, "I'm afraid your condition will get worse!"

"You seem to be in pain," Qi Yan's hand covered his trembling abdominal muscles, his eyebrows were indifferent, but the words he said were not indifferent, "I'll help you."

"No, thank you for your kindness," Shen Rao coaxed kindly, "I can do it myself."

Just this one sentence touched a minefield. Qi Yan's eyes suddenly darkened. She pinched his waist and said sternly, "You are mine, and only I can touch you!"

"Can't I do that myself?"

"No."

"..."

Shen Rao turned his head slightly, and his ears turned red under his messy hair.

God.

so cute.

She loves me so much.

Sure enough, she can't live without me.

Shen Rao's non-existent tail lifted up and swung wildly.

"Don't love me too much, Qi Yan," Shen Rao said shyly, "You are still injured and sick..."

"You talk too much," Qi Yan looked at him coldly, "Shut up."

Shen Rao had no choice but to purse his thin lips, like a newly married young wife.

The gradually warmed slender hand groped his body, the thin calluses on the palm caused a slight tremor and low gasp. Qi Yan's still gentle kiss slowly moved down along the collarbone.

Delicate and affectionate, stirring up desires.

Shen Rao bit his lips unbearably. Qi Yan was not satisfied again, so she stopped kissing his tight belly and asked.

"Why don't you call?"

"..."

"uncomfortable?"

"..."

"Breathe out," she ordered.

"..."

"Don't make me pry your mouth open."

"..."

Shen Rao, whose head was in a mess, felt that this man was very difficult to please. Sometimes he didn't allow him to speak, and sometimes he complained that he didn't speak.

He opened his mouth and his voice was hoarse: "Qi Yan..."

"You called it wrong," Qi Yan patted him, "Call it again."

Shen Rao's waist was numb and trembling, and his sparkling black eyes were filled with heat and moisture: "Ayan...Ayan...don't..."

"Don't you like it very much?"

Qi Yan's fingers vaguely tickled the bulging veins on his sweaty abdomen, and seeing his impatient but helpless look, she let go of his hand and was about to leave.

"So you don't like it, forget it."

Shen Rao eagerly grasped her wrist: "I like it."

"what do you like?"

"like you."

"..."