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Chapter 18 gift

Yuebai put the handkerchief back into his bosom, reached out and grabbed Fang Siming's hand, and slowly wrote a word on his palm - en.

"Well, it's not love. Do you know what it's like to treat someone as the only one, but you are just an ordinary life in her eyes? I was kind to her for a while. Any kitten on the side of her good road Dogs can be obtained at will. I only pay back the favor. After paying back, I don’t owe her any more, and I am free to ask for what I want, do what I want, and go my own way. Instead of being bound In the invisible barrier."

His voice was cold, like the fog of a winter morning, sticking to the skin, making people shiver with cold.

But Fang Siming didn't move, he just looked at him and listened to him quietly.

Yuebai said that her palm was covering Fang Siming's.He was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about something, but when he reached the point of his mouth, he still swallowed those words back.

He swallowed it back, but Fang Siming could hear it clearly: "How do you know that others are not willing!"

"To her, I am just one of the many people who have received her favor and turned around to repay her, nothing special. To me, she is just a creditor who has given me favors in my decades of life, nothing special." He covered Fang Siming's sharp eyes only showed his tall nose and tightly pursed thin lips.

It's strange, he thought he was going to do something to him more or less.

It's so strange, the most beautiful thing about this person is his deeper eyebrows than ordinary people, but at this moment, his nose and lips are the most beautiful, with sharp edges and corners but hidden warmth.

"Willing and willing, these four words are my powerlessness." Yuebai seemed to be bewitched, and slowly stood on tiptoe, his breath crossed Fang Siming's side face, and landed on his thin lips.

"Mr. Fang, I'm not finished yet. You have your wishes, and I have mine. What you want to do is what I will do. If you don't believe me, you can see clearly." He bit it lightly Fang Siming's lips were about to move away with a chuckle.Fang Siming hugged his waist and hugged him close to him.

He said: "Little doctor, do you speak lightly and deeply?"

Yuebai didn't retreat anymore, he wrapped his hands around Fang Siming's neck, and said, "I won't talk about it from now on."

He embraced so naturally and answered easily, but Fang Siming's historical data did not match it.

But when I think about it carefully, I feel that if someone is aggressive and chases after him, he is not Yuebai.

Fang Siming loosened his fingers, and Yuebai slid down with one hand.

Fang Siming's hand fell to his side, Yuebai's hand hooked and tugged, and Yuebai's brocade clothes fell to the ground.

"However, Mr. Fang's conversation is shallow, so tonight's good weather and beautiful scenery are suitable for deep friendship."

Under the moonlight, next to the busy city, above the street, the sky is on the ground.He has a moon-white appearance and a handsome appearance, but what he does is shameless indulgence.

If it weren't for today, if it was another time, the past or the future, Fang Siming would not be able to calm down when he heard Yue Baiyi referring to Zhu Wengui.Of course, at this moment, it is true that he has no emotions at all.It's just that the killing intent that arose in that instant can only disappear in an instant today.

Today, he gifted him a small courtyard, and he told him about the past, he said...his surname is Fang.

Based on these, it is impossible for him to kill him, or even move him.

In the end, it was because the affection in Yuebai's eyes was so sincere, Fang Siming, no matter how ghostly he was, couldn't turn a blind eye to it.What's more, Fang Siming's heart is warm, and Fang Siming's blood is warm.

Others may not know it, but you know it, his compassion.

There was a gentle breeze at night, and there was the sound of clothes falling to the ground.Yuebai's cold face flushed at some point, and the wine she drank in the flower building was long overdue and slightly intoxicated, accompanied by a slight desire.

The medicine in the wine is not heavy, and it is mostly used for fun.So Yuebai's cold fingertips brushed Fang Siming's bridge of nose, just feeling that this person is getting more and more handsome.He seemed to be bewitched, as if he was involuntarily seduced, and as if he couldn't help himself when the love was so strong, he kissed Fang Siming's nose.The scorching breath sprayed on Fang Siming's side face, Fang Siming was confused whether Yuebai at this moment was out of free will or the temptation of love medicine.

"I think, look at the moon. It's too low here." Yuebai felt cold, he put his chest close to Fang Siming's, and rubbed Fang Siming's neck sideways.

It's not just low, you can't see the good moonlight.After all, it is on the street, even if there are only two of them at this time, who can guarantee that there will be no passers-by in a while, even if there are no passers-by, there will definitely be a watchman knocking on the gong.

Fang Siming put his arms around Yuebai's waist and jumped up, picking up the clothes that fell on the ground by the way.Yuebai closed his eyes, the sound of the wind blowing in his ears, there was nothing under his feet, and there were hands around his waist that really surrounded him.Yuebai's whole body relaxed, even though she was in mid-air, she felt that she was connected to the earth.

Fang Siming flew across the air with the man in his arms. He flew very high, and his goal was the highest viewing platform in Gusu City.The black and white clothes were entangled together, and for a moment it seemed to fall in the middle of a semicircular moon.

Yuebai opened her eyes, the wind stopped, and there were uneven tiles under her feet.Fang Siming put his clothes back on Yuebai's shoulders.He said: "The wind is strong in the middle of the night, the little doctor should be careful not to catch a cold."

Yuebai looked at the moonlight in the sky, he stretched out his hand as if he wanted to hold a ray of silver light, but the moonlight passed through his fingers.Naturally, the hands are still empty.

The moonlight is bright, falling on the moon-white clothes, like a layer of misty veil, hazy and deserted.

Yuebai turned his head, he smiled: "You won't be cold if you hug me."

He took Fang Siming's hand and put his fist into Fang Siming's palm. He slowly let go of his fingers, and his slightly cool fingertips slid across Fang Siming's warm palm. Rough hands.

Fang Siming's hands looked very beautiful, neat, slender and clean.But if you really touch it with your own hands, you will find that there are thin or thick calluses, deep or shallow scars on his palms.

"I'll exchange this with you for something, okay?" Yue Bai said with lowered eyes.Xu Shi was drunk, and the tips of Bo Pi'er's ears were slightly red.

Fang Siming couldn't help being confused, and asked, "What is it?"

"Surname. Change your surname to mine, okay?" Yuebai's palm was tightly pressed against Fang Siming's, and Fang Siming could clearly feel the thin layer of man emerging from Yuebai's palm.

Fang Siming's eyes flickered, and after he was silent for a moment, the corners of his lips curled into a smile that no matter how hard to serve, he couldn't make a mistake, "There are so many people with the surname Fang in the world, so it's natural for the little doctor to choose a surname." It’s what you like.”

Yuebai was silent, he withdrew his hand and looked up at Fang Siming.He also smiled, with a drunken blush on his face and a cool moonlight on his body, he said: "Mr. Fang, I'm a little hot."

He stood on tiptoe and kissed Fang Siming's lips, Fang Siming didn't dodge, but vainly supported Yuebai's waist.

The cold fingertips brushed the neck with the wetness that had not completely faded, passed through the skirt of the clothes, and caressed on the chest.Fang Siming grabbed Yuebai's hand, "Little doctor?"

Yuebai sneered, and the usually calm person suddenly said in a hoarse voice, half provocative and half ambiguous: "Ask knowingly. You and I have shallow friendship, and I want to have a deeper friendship with you."

Fang Siming subconsciously tightened his fingertips and then suddenly released them. He laughed softly, and he didn't know whether it was because he was not to be outdone, or because he was soft-hearted.The original coolness and clearness in the voice, when he suppressed his throat and laughed out of his throat, it was really nice, and it could make the girl blush when she heard it.

Fang Siming bit the tip of Yuebai Yanhong's ear, and licked it with the tip of his tongue: "Little doctor likes to be here? I'll take you back."

Yuebai trembled all over, and the sound of gasping came out of her nose, mixed with a faint moan.He half-closed his eyes, untied the knot on Fang Siming's waist, and said: "Mr. Fang, the moonlight is very beautiful, it's a pity not to reward it."

Is it a pity?

"Since the little doctor is happy, then Fang will naturally accompany him."

White and black, the colors overlap, Yuebai sits on the eaves, with two colors overlapping clothes under her body.He raised his head, and pressed his cool lips against Siming's warm neck above him. For some reason, he seemed to like kissing Fang Siming's neck very much.His kiss was as light and shallow as his own. At first glance, it was tasteless, but after careful consideration, it was indescribably lingering.

lust?

He, Fang Siming, has lived for so many years, never knowing the benefits of this thing, where the attraction is so attractive that people can't stop it.He has never tasted it, and he doesn't bother to sink.With mocking eyes, he satirized the poor wretch who fell at Lin Qinghui's feet, and Lin Qinghui's ridicule was just passing by.

The moonlight under the moonlight seems to be shining.The white body is clean, like a piece of flawless jade that has not been stained by the world.His fan fell into the pile of clothes, and the fine jadeite fan fell on the eaves. Not far away, there was a small handkerchief neatly placed, with some tiny fruit pulp inside.

He threw away the precious emeralds casually, but regarded nuts worth less than two pennies as treasures.Could it be that he was blind.

Yuebai stretched out his hand, and the loose underwear hanging on his body slipped a little along with his propped up body.White and slender fingers brushed Fang Siming's forehead.Yuebai supported herself with one hand and held Fang Siming's face in the other. Two exquisite shoulder blades were faintly visible in the clothes, and Fang Siming could vaguely see the straight back through the gap between the two bones.

In the final analysis, Yuebai was just a person who was bewitched by him and relied on his tricks to calculate.In these years, in order to complete the mission, how many people have he seduced under the orders of his foster father?Yuebai just added something worthy of complacency to his resume of playing with people's hearts.

The evil doctor with thousands of faces, even if he is as cold and as white as the moon, can't escape the gentle web he weaves, and he is willing to be toppled and played by him all by himself.It's not a craft that's glamorous enough to be flaunted.

The palms with thin calluses grasped the thinnest part of Yuebai's waist and kneaded it twice skillfully.Yuebai trembled immediately, her body softened, and she leaned back against the protruding cornice ridge.Fang Siming walked on the smooth skin in satisfaction, from front to back, and counted from the spine one by one to the middle of the cool shoulder blades.

Yuebai rested his hands limply on Fang Siming's shoulders, seduced by wine, he squinted his eyes and looked at Fang Siming who seemed to be staring at his body seriously, his eyes were blurred.The fair skin showed an ambiguous redness, and Yuebai hooked Fang Siming's neck in the turbulent tide.Fang Siming bent down obediently, letting Yuebai lick his chin like a kitten, and then lick his lips.

Fang Siming turned his head and pressed the back of Yuebai's head, and kissed her deeply.He licked the seam of Yuebai's lips, clasped Yuebai's loosely closed jaw, sucked Yuebai's tongue, the faint aroma of wine.

"Hmm..." Yuebai's body suddenly trembled violently, he opened and closed his eyes subconsciously, his eyes were soft and his posture was relaxed.

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Yuebai's whole body was still terribly sensitive, and he patted Fang Siming's hand that was playing with the already sensitive place not so firmly.Fang Siming hooked his lips, and stroked Yuebai's back instead.

Yue Bai lazily buried her face in Fang Siming's shoulder, her voice was really hoarse: "Now I have a deep friendship with Mr. Fang?"

Before Fang Siming could figure out how to answer, Yuebai said to himself: "If it counts, can Mr. Fang give me your surname?"

Fang Siming was silent, the moon was shining silver, and the night wind blew across the eaves and landed on his sweaty body, it was really cold.Yuebai shivered from the cold, and hugged Fang Siming even tighter.

"If the little doctor is willing, he can take it."

Surname, first name, identity, home, that was given to him by Zhu Wengui.

Fang Siming never thought that one day, there would be a person who would find the root of this world in him.

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