My lord, he always wants to talk about feelings with me

The lights in Qincheng are brilliant at night. From a bird's-eye view from the top floor of the Victoria Hotel in the city center, thousands of houses are lit up and noisy.

Lu Xun raised his hand to comb the black hair scattered on his forehead to the back of his head, then unscrewed the lid of the thermos cup, and took a small sip of tea.

Red dates, wolfberry and longan, plus some jasmine foam.

Very healthy.

The white mist rising from the cup lingered on his face, blurring the sharp outlines into tenderness. Only one wall lamp was turned on in the room, and the fine foam of light was imprinted on Lu Xun's dark eyes, like the stars in the cold sky.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and a young man with a gentle face and picturesque features came out wrapped in a bathrobe one size larger.

"Young Master Lu, don't leave, okay?" The young man walked to Lu Xun's side, his snow-white and soft arms naturally climbed up Lu Xun's waist, his voice was soft and pleasant.

Lu Xun didn't answer, he finished the health-preserving tea in the cup with a blank expression, then stretched out his hand to embrace the young man in his arms, bowed his head, and kissed the young man a lingering, lustful, angry kiss.

"No, baby," Lu Xun pinched the boy's chin, with a smile on his lips, but his eyes were cold and hard to resist.

"Once, just once," the young man looked up at Lu Xun, clasped his hands in front of his chest, his eyes were full of pleading, "Young Master Lu, I will follow you all my life."

The corners of the young man's eyes were slightly red, and there were tears in his apricot eyes, like raindrops on a lotus, which was about to fall, and he felt pitiful when he saw it. He stretched out his slender fingers to gently hook Lu Xun's sleeve, and acted like a baby in a low voice.

Lu Xun let him rumple his suit, and only when the young man reached out to undo the leather button, he gently held the young man's hand. He looked down at the young man quietly, and his tone was still very slow and soft, "The rules of the game can't be broken. , otherwise I will have no choice but to let you go."

The boy's face turned pale in an instant. He reached out and grabbed Lu Xun's sleeve tightly, biting his red lips with his white teeth.

Lu Xun is the only son of Lu Zhengfeng, a business tycoon in Qincheng. He is a 22-year-old returnee who took over his father's company. He is one of the best rising stars in Qincheng. He is perfect in both ability and personality. unmarried.

A good-looking skin is the same, but a cultivated character is rare in a thousand years.The handsome and rich young master Lu never played nightclubs, and he only made one girlfriend at a time, and he was extremely gentle and respectful to his girlfriends.

Because of this, there are countless people who want to sleep with Lu Xun, and those who fall in love with him after sleeping with him are like fish in a river.

However, this young master of the Lu family only makes appointments and does not talk about feelings. Those who fell in love with him were eventually abandoned by him without hesitation. Lovers don't have one.

"Young Master Lu, I said the wrong thing just now. I was wrong. Can you please don't want me?" The young man hurriedly apologized. He hugged Lu Xun tightly and begged in a low voice.

"Baby, the suit will wrinkle if you grab it again." Lu Xun held the young man's wrist, and slowly but could not refuse to pull the young man away from his side. He said with a smile: "You have a good rest, I will send someone tomorrow morning Come pick you up."

After finishing speaking, Lu Xun picked up the thermos cup on the table, tidied up his clothes, and walked towards the door.

However, after walking a few steps, a sense of dizziness came over him. Lu Xun's eyes darkened, and he felt his world spinning. He raised his hand to support the wall, and turned to look at the young man kneeling on the carpet. It was freezing cold in an instant, "Are you giving me medicine?"

"I'm sorry, Young Master Lu, I love you so much." The boy still looked pitiful to me, he stood up from the ground and walked slowly towards Lu Xun, "But you never look at me more... ..”

......

When Lu Xun woke up again, he felt dizzy and hot, his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Thinking that he has been cautious for so many years, but now he is being tricked by his friends. If it gets out, those old shareholders will make irresponsible remarks about his sexual orientation again.

Lu Xun sighed inaudibly, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows habitually, the blur in front of his eyes gradually dissipated, and when he saw the environment around him clearly, Lu Xun was stunned——

Hollow carved wooden windows, crimson bed curtains, high burning red candles, mysterious blue vases, three-legged toad stove, two open Chinese arches, antique.

He himself squatted on the vermilion-painted beams in the room, and he might fall if he was not careful.

After visually measuring the height, it was not enough to fall to death, but more than enough to break a bone. Lu Xun took a deep breath, froze and did not dare to move.

Just as he was thinking about what was going on, there was a soft groan. Lu Xun lowered his eyes to follow the prestige, and saw two naked men entangled together on the bamboo couch.

The corners of Lu Xun's eyes twitched, and he tilted his head slightly to look away.

Showing him such a large-scale picture as soon as he opened his eyes, even though he has "numerous friends with sex", he still felt a little embarrassed when he bumped into his eyes without any precautions.

The groans and groans from the side of the bed became longer and longer, and a few simple words could be vaguely heard, "His Royal Highness, slow down..." The sound was very nice, like an oriole, crisp and charming. Si, screaming made Lu Xun's heart itch, but when he caught the words in the voice, his face became serious.

An Wang?

Lu Xun closed his eyes, his eyes were dim.

Is this Wang An the one he thought of?

The groaning and groaning suddenly rose up, leaving only a short gasp, and the words could not be heard clearly. Lu Xun frowned, raised his hand to support the inner pillar beside him, and wanted to get closer to listen carefully, but the back of his hand touched a trace of coldness.

He looked along his right hand, and it turned out that the spike of an ancient sword was brushing the back of his hand.

By the candlelight in the room, Lu Xun carefully looked at the sword hanging on his waist: the scabbard was engraved with the pattern of Pu, with three white jade beads inlaid in it, and the word 'Xun' was engraved on the hilt.

Bai Yuzhu, Xun, Wang An, plus this weird house layout...

These fragmentary things are connected in series, and Lu Xun's eyes are bright in the blink of an eye——

He traveled through time, into a martial arts novel that the "big villain" had just finished reading recently, and he became the male second in the book.

The second male's surname is Lu, his single name is Xun, and his character is Wenruo.

And the "King An" that I heard just now is... Lu Xun pursed his thin lips, and looked down at the bed curtain again.

The two people in Wushan Yunyu had already changed their positions. The young man under him was bent and turned to the inside, and Wang An on the top was kneeling straight up, straightening his waist up and down.

From Lu Xun's perspective, he could only vaguely see Wang An's tight back and the black hair scattered on his shoulder blades that swayed with the rhythm of his body.

The original book has very little description of An Wang's appearance, and only a few polite words such as "the temples are cut like knives, and the eyebrows are like ink paintings" in the plot.

Because of the original author's blank space, Lu Xun was always curious about what King An looked like when he was reading the novel. Now that he has entered the book by accident, Lu Xun decided to see Wang An's face first. handsome face.

So, he slowly stretched out his left foot, accompanied by the distracting groans that filled the room, and quietly moved his body to the side of the bed.

As soon as the tip of his toes touched the vermilion beam, a gust of wind blew from the side of his ear. Lu Xun was startled, and was about to tilt his head to dodge. Unexpectedly, his shoulder blade hurt and his whole body could not move. He watched helplessly. The blade flew past his cheek, and a few strands of broken hair fell down.

"Have you seen enough of Lu Shaoxia?" The groaning had stopped, and a deep, slightly hoarse voice came from below.

Lu Xun opened his mouth, and before he could answer, he felt a pain in his lower back, and his stiff body was kicked off the beam.

Before his body was in close contact with the ground, Lu Xun's eyes caught the wound on King An's back: a bruised and purple scar extending from his ribs to the butterfly bone.

Scars of this magnitude must have been tortured.

Lu Xun frowned slightly, and before he had time to think about the reason, he fell to the ground.

"Boom-"

There was a dull sound when his body bumped, Lu Xun was so painful that his eyes stared like gold stars, his internal organs seemed to be smashed to pieces, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes turned white and black, and he couldn't see clearly.

It is estimated that the femur is split. As for whether the leg is broken, he still has no way of judging.

Hiss, it hurts.

As the pampered young master of the Lu family, Lu Xun has lived for 26 years, and this is the first time he has suffered such pain from a fall.

However, before he could slow down, someone picked up the collar at the nape of his neck again, and threw it against the wall like a chick.

"Does it look good? Lu Shaoxia." The deep voice just now sounded again, but this time it was above his head.

Good-looking fart, I almost got my lungs blown out by you!

Young Master Lu, who has always been very self-cultivated, couldn't help but swear in his heart. He took a breath and slowed down again, and then he raised his eyelids and followed the reputation——

First, a pair of black satin boots with gold thread borders, then white silk trousers, and finally a robe with excellent drape.

The vermilion silk and satin are embroidered with crane patterns and embellished with pearls.

Before Lu Xun could see the face of the owner of the robe, a pair of slender and vigorous hands pinched his chin.

Then, he lifted it up abruptly, and the two pairs of eyes met.

Wang An was slightly stunned. He had always heard that the young master of the Lu family was very handsome. Seeing it with his own eyes today, he was really pleasing to the eye. His brows were like ink paintings slanting into his temples, and his eyes were slender and clear like dots of lacquer. The green waves were rippling, and it seemed that the turbid air around him had dissipated a lot because of him.

So clean.

Like the flowers in the clouds, the sky in the water, and the moon in the mirror.

Lu Xun also looked at Wang An, his black hair was disheveled, a few strands of hair on his forehead were wet with sweat and stuck to his temples, his brows were sharp, and the tails of his eyes were slightly lowered. People, solemn as the wind of Matsushita.

He clicked his tongue secretly, even if he is a person who has high requirements on appearance, he is also extremely surprised and shocked when facing King An. It would be best to call King An "excellent in the world".

For a moment neither of them spoke.

In the end, it was Lu Xun who looked away first. He glanced down at Wang An's hand holding his chin, frowned, and gave a displeased "tsk".

I don't know where this hand touched the boy just now. Lu Xun has a cleanliness habit, and he is a little disgusted by it.

King An caught the disgust in his eyes, sneered, and squeezed even tighter. He looked down at Lu Xun condescendingly, and said, "Everything should be done in moderation. I won't take it seriously if you assassinate me once or twice. You can follow him all the way from Chang'an." Up to this point, twelve assassinations in a row, it doesn't look too good. Why is Lu Shaoxia so persistent in wanting my king's life?"

Lu Xun pursed his lips, really not knowing how to answer King An's words.

King An in the original book is powerful, tyrannical and innocent, he can kill ten thousand people with one hand, and save the common people with one hand. He is the biggest courtier of the imperial court.

The male second is a swordsman who serves the country and the people, and he is inseparable from King An. His only wish in life is to kill King An for peace in the world, and a feast in rivers and seas.

There are more than a dozen assassinations described in detail in the book alone, but this is the only time that King An caught him. Why did he have his soul pass through during this assassination?

Lu Xun was a little helpless, his thin lips moved slightly, thinking about what to say, but before he could say anything, Wang An tapped the Ya point.

"That's right, this king is the biggest cancer in the imperial court. Shaoxia Lu is so jealous that he can't wait to have my skin cramp." Wang An let go of the hand pinching Lu Xun's chin, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "It's better for Shaoxia Lu to shut up at this time."

"..."

Don't let me talk, why the fuck do you ask me why I want to kill you?ill!

Lu Xun looked at Wang An speechlessly.

Wang An turned around and walked to the bed, lifted his robe and sat down, then looked up at Lu Xun who was kneeling by the wall again.

Lu Xun was a little apprehensive by his dark eyes, and was about to look away when he saw Wang An slowly curling up his thin lips, showing a cold smile.

"???"

What is this expression?

Lu Xun didn't know why, so he bit the bullet and looked at Wang An, thinking about the meaning of Wang An's smile.

However, Wang An's eyes moved away, and fell on the smooth back of the young man curled up in the quilt. He gathered the black silk on the silk quilt in his hands, clenched it tightly and pulled it up violently.

The boy felt the pain and was forced to raise his head.

King An raised his hand to pinch the boy's slender waist, tore off the last piece of fabric under the boy's body, and then asked him to face Lu Xun and open his legs.

"..."

Lu Xun almost didn't bring it up in one breath. He looked at Wang An, frowned slightly, and really wanted to say, "It's not necessary, it's really not necessary."

When the boy saw Lu Xun, he struggled violently as if he had been splashed with boiling oil, and screamed, "Please, don't let him see, don't let Mr. Lu see, Your Highness, please, don't let him see!" ..."

King An frowned, raised his hand and slapped the young man, stretched out his arms to hold him tightly, and then wrapped the cloth strips around the young man's hands and feet, and tied the young man to the head of the bed.

"Young Xia Lu, do you still remember this person? Don't you remember that this king will help you recall the memories." Wang An reached out to the boy's buttocks, but looked at Lu Xun, "Don't you want to see it? This king will let you see it tonight." Enough."

After saying this, he put the boy down, stood up himself, took out a silk handkerchief from his arms and wiped his fingers one by one, then turned to the door, and shouted: "Where are you——"