The Madonna of Immortal Cultivation

Lin Qingyang blushed, seemingly unbelievable. He pointed at Lin Zhiyan and complained: "I... When did I bite you!!"

It's obviously a sparring match, okay? !

No matter how angry Lin Qingyang was, Lin Zhiyan's eyelids did not move, and he lay leisurely on the imperial concubine's bed, slowly peeling and eating grapes.

Well, these grapes are good, full of juice, Lin Zhiyan squinted his eyes enjoying it.

Seeing Lin Zhiyan's leisurely expression, Lin Qingyang suddenly became angry, his head became hot, he rushed up, grabbed the white wrist that had been dangling in front of his eyes, and said in a violent tone: "Hey! Are you listening? I spoke!"

Lin Zhiyan was paused by his suppressed movement, and the grapes he held on his fingertips fell to the ground, rolled around a few times, and finally landed slowly on the corner of the table.

Lin Zhiyan looked at his fingertips with regret in his eyes, and Lin Qingyang focused his gaze there uncontrollably.

The young man's light white fingertips were as smooth as jade, and his fingertips were small and full, with some purple grape juice stained on them, they were slowly sliding down the porcelain white slender fingers.

Lin Qingyang moved his Adam's apple subconsciously, only to find that the purple juice was an eyesore, and one couldn't help but want to lick it away.

!!!

What the hell am I thinking! ! !

Lin Qingyang was startled, and suddenly let go of the boy's wrist, and took a step back in shock, as if he was facing a scourge.

Lin Zhiyan sneered, and the crisp voice sounded a little annoyed, "No, is this your inability to bite?"

The young man stretched out his lotus-white arm, which looked transparent in the sun, which made the bruise even more unsightly.

Lin Qingyang knew that this delicate young master could not be beaten or scolded. He was raised by the patriarch who protected him like pearls and treasures, but he never thought that he was so fragile.

Gently squeeze, it will leave red marks on the tender skin.

He snorted a little guilty, "I just squeezed it lightly, who made you so delicate?"

Lin Zhiyan was really angry this time. This Lin Qingyang loved to provoke him since he was a child, but he couldn't drive him away.

The boy lowered his voice and said seriously: "Lin Qingyang! Pay attention to your identity!"

The words he spit out were obviously expressionless, but coupled with that extremely delicate appearance, there was an inexplicable sense of embarrassment immediately.

Lin Qingyang's heart softened for some reason, and he took a step forward, but it happened to be on the side of the couch. He was the same age as Lin Zhiyan, probably because he practiced martial arts since childhood, he was almost a head taller than Lin Zhiyan. The young master was almost completely enveloped by his figure.

Lin Qingyang looked down at the delicate wrist, his voice was a little low, and he didn't have the usual arrogance, "I know, you are the young master, and I am nothing, okay?"

The young master was not used to others looking at him condescendingly, so he sat up from the couch, but the two got closer instead.

Lin Zhiyan was a little uncomfortable, and said softly, "Since you know that I am the young master, you should abide by the rules."

After all, seeing Lin Qingyang's rare submissiveness, he had a rare mischievous thought, "Don't stand, I'm tired with my head up, kneel down."

Lin Zhiyan, who was often bullied as a child, decided to get [-]% back.

Hmph, Lin Qingyang!You have today too?

The young master was secretly happy in his heart, and the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably, looking very eccentric.

When he was a child, he was often bullied by Lin Qingyang. Although his father is the head of the family, Lin Qingyang is also the grandson of the great elder. He has a noble status. They are similar in age and have outstanding talents. Therefore, when Lin Qingyang came to challenge Lin Zhiyan, Lin Yunyuan also The control should not be too wide, after all, there is competition to make progress.

At that time, Lin Xiaotuanzi was still very stubborn, he held back any grievances he had suffered, and stubbornly refused to tell Lin Yunyuan.

It can be said that half of the reason why Lin Zhiyan wanted to practice so hard when he was a child was due to Lin Qingyang.

At this time, seeing the unbelievable eyes of Lin Qingyang, who had always been arrogant, the young master had to admit that he was in a surprisingly good mood.

Lin Qingyang didn't expect that soft and sticky child to become so vicious. It's a joke to compare his soft heart at that moment just now.

This young master, let him take a foot and he will take an inch.

Ah--

Lin Qingyang knelt down without hesitation, but instead of kneeling on the ground, he knelt on the couch, with one leg upright, and the other kneeling firmly on the side of the couch, blocking all possible escape routes for the young man.

He bent down slightly, and the hair fell down on the young man's cheek. Lin Zhiyan felt a little itchy, and tilted his head slightly uncomfortably. His body shrank back, but was fixed by the strong palm.

The boy looked weak and helpless, with pure white clothes, clear eyes, so beautiful that he wanted to be held in the palm of his hand and loved, but only Lin Qingyang knew how bad the boy's personality was.

The little young master was confident, he was in the Lin family, he thought that Lin Qingyang would not dare to do anything to him, so he said confidently: "What? Lin Qingyang, do you want to do something?"

The eyes are proud and arrogant.

Lin Qingyang laughed softly, but asked back: "How dare I touch the young master?"

As soon as the successful young master bent a smug smile, the smile froze on his face.

"Oh—Lin Qingyang! You are so brave!...Stop it!"

I saw the slightly taller boy pressing the young master's two delicate arms on top of his head with one hand, scratching the young master's waist with a big palm wantonly, watching the young master struggling fiercely on the couch, Lin Qingyang said innocently, "Hasn't the young master improved all these years?"

The subordinates are helping the young master overcome his weaknesses!

Having said that, the movements of Lin Qingyang's hands intensified involuntarily. The hands that originally wanted to scratch the boy changed their direction somehow. Lin Qingyang felt that the touch under his hands was incredible, so he kneaded them Teenage slender waistline.

Lin Qingyang felt a strange sense of satisfaction in being completely condescending and trapping this proud young master.

Lin Zhiyan couldn't stand it anymore. He had sensitive skin and was ticklish since he was a child, but Lin Qingyang knew about this weakness. He couldn't help but hate in his heart, but he unconsciously begged for mercy with a sobbing sound in his mouth: "Let go—— Let go... Ah! Lin Qingyang, if you don't let go, I won't let you go!"

"Oh? Young master, why don't you let the law go?" Lin Qingyang asked back, looking at the young man's wet eyelashes and bright red cheeks, he let go of the big palm that suppressed the young man, turned and bent down, and put his hands on the Beside the couch, his robe was so wide that it almost completely enveloped the young man's small body.

Lin Zhiyan was gasping for breath, his small and delicate Adam's apple slid up and down, his lips parted slightly, his thin chest heaved slightly, his eyes were full of tears, his clear eyes were slightly distracted, he seemed to have not recovered, and just murmured: " Lin Qingyang, just wait for me!"

Lin Qingyang was a little funny, this proud kid was like this, and he still didn't forget to punish him.

He almost touched the tip of Lin Zhiyan's nose, as if thinking of something, he said harshly: "Young Master, have you been enjoying yourself these two years?"

Lin Zhiyan's curled eyelashes blinked slightly, his fine white teeth bit his lower lip, slightly annoyed, his cheeks were flushed with anger, and he wanted to take a bite, he raised his palm and put it on Lin Qingyang's chest, trying to think He wanted to push the person away, but he didn't move at all.

The young master made a mistake.

He didn't expect Lin Qingyang to be so arrogant in the Lin family.

So, the young man lowered his voice, planning to send Lin Qingyang out first.

Hmph, it fell into my hands afterwards, let's see how I deal with you!

The little young master secretly hated in his heart.

"Lin Qingyang, get up first."

The soft and waxy voice is extremely soft-hearted. If it was before, Lin Qingyang might let him go.

But today, Lin Qingyang didn't know why there was a fire in his heart. This heartless child left quietly back then. If he came back today, if he hadn't asked by chance, he would have been kept in the dark again.

The tall body was pressed down even lower, and the imperial concubine collapsed into the narrow space. From a distance, the tall man imprisoned the slender boy on the couch, with one leg pressing down on the boy's thumping feet, and his hands resting on the boy's head. On both sides of the head, the boy was easily suppressed.

He stubbornly asked for an answer, "Young master, have you ever thought of me when you were outside?"

The little young master was almost forced to cry, his wrists were pinched, and his legs were also pressed down. This lunatic even asked himself if he had thought about him?

"No, no, ghosts will miss you! Let go of me!" The young man glared fiercely at the wicked man in front of him, and struggled even harder, but the strength of the struggle was so disparate that it was not worth mentioning. An angry kitten stretches out its soft pads and scratches you with its not-so-sharp claws, which is actually harmless.

"Ah--"

"Have you ever thought about me? En?" Without getting the answer he wanted, Lin Qingyang was obviously not going to let his noble young master go.

Annoyed by being asked, Lin Zhiyan said perfunctorily: "Think about it! Is it okay?"

Lin Qingyang didn't mind this perfunctory answer, and let go of his hand in satisfaction, watching the boy shrink back like a frightened little white rabbit, and try to stay as far away from him as possible.

He smiled brightly, looking handsome and sunny, but what he said was obviously ridiculed, "I thought the young master had improved a bit over the years, why is he still so ticklish?"

Lin Zhiyan glared at him fiercely, but didn't speak, for fear of provoking this lunatic again, he didn't know what else he would do.

Lin Qingyang looked at the silent young man, in a good mood, and continued to tease, "Are you still saying that I bit someone? Hmm?"

Lin Zhiyan cursed in his heart: If you don't bite, who will bite?

It's a pity that the young master's skill is not enough, so it's easy for people to see what's in his heart.

Lin Qingyang smiled lightly, and Lin Zhiyan widened his cat's eyes, looking at him warily.

The tall figure suddenly bent down, Lin Qingyang put his hands on the young man's shoulders, lowered his head and narrowed his eyes, his straight nose hovered over the crystal clear auricles, and looked at the young man's porcelain white and delicate neck inch by inch, "Since you have less The Lord's praise, then Qingyang will be disrespectful."

Well--

Lin Zhiyan suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe it, but the wet feeling was so clear that he couldn't help but deceive himself.