[Quick Transit] After flirting with the sickly boss

Marbolo Fang lit the small oil lamp at the door, leaving a little light for Luohe.

It will neither affect sleep nor make him feel scared when he wakes up in the middle of the night and finds himself in a strange and dark place.

"Good night, master, I'm next door, you can call me anytime."

The door was gently closed, and Luo He seemed to have half of his soul pulled out of his body. While listening to Ma Fang's footsteps going down the stairs soberly, thinking that he was obviously going down to enjoy himself and not resting next door, he was drowsy The mind is full of two people fighting.

The two sides in the fight were the handsome and pale prince and the devil who couldn't see his true face and was shrouded in black robes.

The devil was even better. He blocked the sword of His Royal Highness, and twisted off His Royal Highness's arm.

His Royal Highness did not shed blood because he was dead.

The more Luo He thought about it, the more he became sober, and finally he lay on the bed with his eyes open and began to write the script.

You can take this opportunity to simulate the scene when the two attacking targets find each other in the future, which determines whether he lives or dies.

A mysterious black figure suddenly appeared beside the bed. He was sitting by the bed, and Luo He leaned against his body. There was something solid under the robe.

He reached out curiously to touch it, but the devil grabbed his hand. The black nails on his pale and slender fingers made Luo He's wrist as white as snow, and Luo He shivered from the cold.

Luo He wanted to withdraw his hand, but the devil became interested in this warm and slippery hand, and began to stroke and play along the flesh.

Fine.

Who doesn't have a special hobby?

"Why are you here?" Luo He couldn't help but yawned, but sat up and approached the devil.

The light of the small oil lamp at the door could not reach so far, but in the shadowy darkness, the devil could clearly see his bright amber eyes and pure blond hair, as well as the smell of wine in the air, and the smell of Luo Hefan. red cheeks.

He looked even more delicious when he was drunk.

The devil was a little confused and lost strength in his hands.

Luo He exclaimed in a low voice, and the devil looked down, and Luo He pinched a red spot on the back of his hand.

He rubbed it subconsciously, only to realize that something was wrong with him, and slowly withdrew his hand.

"I found that you were thinking of me, so I came to see you," said the devil.

In fact, after he signed a contract related to him with Luo He, he could feel Luo He's affection for him.

It was the first time he signed such a contract with someone, and when he sensed the raging enthusiasm on the other side, he felt as if he was being dragged from the darkness to the sun to be roasted, and he felt uncomfortable. It took him a long time to get used to these things. From emotions, we can distinguish Luohe's current emotional changes.

After realizing that Luo He was missing him, his body appeared here before his mind.

But now, the drunk Luo He's mind is full of love and desire for him.

He wants him.

The devil pursed his lips slightly.

The new devil who took office at the beginning of the year, this is his first business, has encountered such a difficult situation.

During the time he was away, while paying attention to Luo He's changes in his feelings for him, he was trying hard to learn how to fall in love.

At this time, he should satisfy him fiercely and make this drunk young master cry?

However, this seems to be too fast.

Luo He struggled out of the quilt, wrapped his arms around the devil's thin waist, and slightly bent his eyes: "This sentence is lying to me."

The hot temperature spread to the thighs and waist through the fabric, and the devil's body stiffened, "Why?"

"I've been thinking about you since we separated, but you're only here now." Luo He said, "Can you tell me your name?"

"..." The devil didn't know why he was so enthusiastic.

He thought that Luo He made that request just because it would hang him for the rest of his life. He thought, and knew, how could human beings like a demon who didn't know his face.

But after sensing Luo He's emotions, he was not sure again.

Are you really in love with him?

"Winter."

"Rin Dong?" Luo He repeated, "It sounds so cold, I'm most afraid of the cold."

Lin Dong looked down at him, "I'm so sorry, I'm just so cold."

This is the name he gave himself, just named.

The devil doesn't need a name, but if Luo He wants to know, he can name one and tell him.

Luo He: "Are you angry?"

Devil: "Young master, you are so cute, I won't be angry with you."

Luo He got up and began to take off his clothes.

He was dressed thickly, and Marbolo Fang only took off his coat, and the thick clothes inside wrapped him round and round, like a fat, strong, soft and warm bunny.

He took off his clothes one by one, leaving only the innermost white shirt and tight trousers. There was no fireplace in the hotel room, and the air was as cold as ice water that would condense at any time. Luo He shivered and stretched out his hand Lin Dong came to the bedside.

Lin Dong didn't move, he asked, "What are you doing?"

Luo He smiled foolishly, "Because you sound so cold, I can warm you up. Although I'm afraid of the cold, I'm also very hot."

As he said that, fearing that the devil would not believe him, he held the devil's hand and stretched it into his clothes, sticking it to his non-existent abdominal muscles. He trembled slightly from the cold hand, but a smear appeared on his face. Strange flush.

"Ah - so comfortable." Luo He said in an idiotic voice, "It feels like playing with a snowman."

This sentence was automatically translated in Lin Dong's mind - I want to play with you, I want you, it's nice to meet me.

He knows Luohe's past.

Why does such a young master who doesn't even have anyone he likes fall in love with him almost crazily, Lin Dong doesn't know the reason.

But that didn't stop him from being shocked and happy about it.

From the first time he saw this young master's gleaming soul, he knew it belonged to him.

Therefore, since the prey has come to his door, even if he has no hunting experience, the natural acuity of the hunter and the profit-seeking nature of the businessman make him not let this opportunity pass.

Lin Dong followed Luo He's movements and wrapped him in the quilt together.

He even turned against the guest, turned over and suppressed the fragrant and soft Luo He, and pressed his forehead against Luo He's.

"Look at you, your body is already trembling with excitement," Lin Dong said with a smile, which was instinctively possessive and seductive, "Your waist is shrinking, so sensitive, young master."

Luo He's teeth "creaked and creaked" chattered: "Cold...cold...ah——qiu!"

Winter: "..."

Luo He resisted the coldness and comforted him: "It's okay... Even though we are not compatible, I still love you."

Lin Dong sighed helplessly, the black mist enveloped them, it was hot.

Luo He's eyes lit up, and he hugged Lin Dong with his hands and feet, just like hugging the warm baby who had just been charged.

But after getting started, I realized that the black mist is hot, and the winter is still cold.

Not allowing him to make trouble again, Lin Dong couldn't help it anymore, and touched Luo He's forehead with his forehead, as if a pair of big hands penetrated Luo He's body and held his soul.

What kind of feeling is that.

When the other party's fingertips fiddled slightly, it felt like an overwhelming surge, as if the pleasure turned into pain because it was too intense, and I wished to die on these hands.

a long time.

Luo He's voice was hoarse from crying, and Lin Dong took back that part of his soul, imitating the lover he had seen before, and kissed Luo He lightly on the forehead.

He looked down, Luo He's face was full of wet marks, a few strands of wet black eyelashes were glued together, under the small nose were bright red lips, and there were teeth marks from Luo He's biting when he couldn't bear it.

Lin Dong suddenly felt hungry.

He kissed along the eyebrows, kissed the wet eyes, the moist and soft cheeks, and finally landed on the bright red and swollen lips, and squeezed it lightly.

Luo He let out a soft "huh".

He was so tired that he couldn't lift a finger, thinking that Lin Dong still wanted it, but he was really powerless, so he could only look at Lin Dong beggingly.

Lin Dong didn't do anything more.

Those eyebrows and eyes that couldn't be seen clearly through the black mist seemed to soften, and Lin Dong said, "Go to sleep."

Luo He whispered, "Is this the only one?"

Lin Dong was taken aback, "What do you want?"

Luo He was disappointed and said: "Don't you say you love me?"

Lin Dong said: "I can't say it now, because I don't love you, and I can't get your soul if I say it."

Luo He said, "Then you can change the sentence."

Lin Dong looked at him silently, motioning for him to say.

Luo He smiled with a little white teeth, "You can say good night, baby."

Winter: "..."

His brows and eyes darkened slightly, "Say good night to each other like you and your dear servant? Then act like a baby?"

Luo He: "This is different, he is a friend, and you are the one I want to pursue."

Lin Dong didn't believe it, or didn't believe it, and stared at Luo He through the black mist with deep eyes, as if trying to tell whether the young master was good at playing with feelings or was sincere to him.

The air froze for a moment, Luo He yawned lightly, his eyes almost glued together.

Lin Dong stroked the sweaty blond hair on his forehead with his fingers, and said again: "Go to sleep."

"Good night, baby." Luo He said.

Under the dual powerful effects of biological clock and alcohol, he quickly fell asleep.

The downstairs lobby was full of laughter and laughter, and Marboro Fang drank until midnight before going upstairs with a belch to prepare for a rest.

The hotel didn't provide hot water, so he splashed cold water on his face, and immediately woke up from the biting cold.

Marbolo Fang walked past the door of Luohe, and noticed that there was no light through the crack of the door, and felt a sense of creepiness.

He pushed open the door lightly, and came in to see that Luo He was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. It seemed that he had taken off his clothes after sleeping hot, and there was a mess on the bed.

Marbolo put it up and folded it at the end of the bed for him, making sure that there was nothing wrong in the room, but he left the room only after the small oil lamp at the door was turned off.

He yawned. It seemed that he felt wrong just now. He thought that some dangerous person had arrived.

If you drink too much, you will lose your mind.

In the room, black mist silently covered the entire room, tightly enclosing the young master who didn't know it, watching the young master with deep anger in his eyes.

Luo He's whole body was buried under the quilt, and with a movement of Lin Dong's fingers, wisps of black mist nimbly slipped into the quilt, and after a while, the pitiful cry of the young master was heard through the quilt.