The Seduction of the Magical Boy

Sitting upright in the middle of the bed, with his head slightly tilted towards him, his lips opened and closed as if to speak, Cheng Yi was so frightened that he instantly unlocked the wooden man's body, took a step back, turned his head and rushed back into the bathroom.

The water temperature was adjusted to the coolest, and it sprayed down from the shower head, and the cold Cheng Yi shivered all over.

alright.awake.

After going out for a while, I can sleep in peace.

The author has something to say:

Cheng Yi: I'm sorry, I accumulated too much virtue in my previous life, but in this life I have great luck. My wife is the young master of the magic clan. Of course, the premise is that I have to put my wife to sleep before she can be my wife.

2. My name is Qianmu

Qian Mu knew that her sister Qian Ya never had any kindness towards him.

He actually sent him to a man's bed.

And when it fell down, it made him dress so - revealing, revealing and sexy.

He suspected that the long, semi-transparent white shirt on his body was worn by his sister when she seduced a man.

But time and circumstances no longer allowed him to take care of anyone, no matter what kind of person he was in front of, he had to bite the bullet.

Cheng Yi's heart was chilled by the ice water, and he couldn't help shivering in this early winter season, even the infinite firepower in the big man's body couldn't save him.

That's great, he felt that he didn't even have a trace of drunkenness left now, as much sober as he could be.

He didn't care about wearing the warm bathrobe anymore, he just wanted to immediately verify what he saw just now, it was just an illusion of his drunken imagination, anyway he was so numb that it couldn't be real.

How could such a boy appear out of nowhere in his room—the point was a boy, if it was a girl, he might still feel a little bit of reality.

Cheng Yichang has never been afraid of anything at this age, he strode out of the bathroom with a lonely and brave stride.

Then it was fixed in place again like a Dinghaishenzhen needle.

——Because the beautiful young man is still lying in the middle of his bed, he is more casual and lazy, more beautiful than before, and clearer and more real—probably because he is sober, no longer Excusing that I was drunk and didn't know it, it's numb, it's really true, right?

Cheng Yi wanted to speak, but he couldn't say anything like aphasia. He wanted to use his normal brain to think, but his brain didn't know how to return to normal.

Fortunately, he had a bath towel around his waist, which finally covered him up—he only thought of this.

The boy raised his eyes to look at himself, the eyes were brighter than Xuehu's eyes, as if they could emit infinitely fine fluorescence, the colorful halo scattered around him, like the refraction of sunlight, psychedelic but impossible to catch reality.

Then the eyes were slightly bent, and the tails of the eyes swept Cheng Yi's heartstrings like the tail wings of a spirit butterfly, and the corners of the lips were slightly raised, forming a charming arc.

Cheng Yi felt that he was able to hold back the nosebleed at this moment, and he was definitely not ordinary.

Because he shamelessly looked at the boy's open neckline and swaying white toes.

Cheng Yi froze like a fool not far from the bed, but he thought about everything in his head.

The cold shower was useless, he clearly felt that his blood was warming up rapidly, he thought, maybe he wouldn't feel cold even if he put him in the snow now.

But the boy on the bed seemed a little cold. He saw the boy's pretty eyebrows frowned slightly, and he put one hand on the other arm and caressed it up and down, with an expression like a baby?Blinking slowly to himself.

Cheng Yi wanted to say—you, do you want to cover yourself with a quilt?

However, he still didn't say anything, only seeing that the young man didn't get a response, he pouted his lips, as if he was a little dissatisfied - such an expression on such a beautiful face is too cute.

Then the boy waved his arm lightly, like cutting a mirror.

Cheng Yi felt that he must have been given ten catties of delusional drugs to see such a scene.

In his room, countless rose petals were falling from all directions, falling slowly like light snowflakes, and the white veil hung from the roof out of thin air, surrounding his big bed in the middle, half covering the people in the bed , the room temperature rose by more than ten degrees in five seconds, and a psychedelic mist spread in the room. Under the cover of the veil, the beautiful boy was covered with fragments of rose petals, and one piece fell on the boy's light crystal. In the socket of the collarbone like a lamp, the young man's slender fingers stroked lightly, and the petals turned around and fell into the young man's neckline.

Cheng Yi choked for breath, his brain was so stimulated by the scene in front of him that it seemed to crash.

Swallowing the saliva like cutting his throat, he didn't know whether he was frightened or amazed.

Cheng Yi, who couldn't react physically, looked at the young man, and raised his wrist like a fox | seductive fairy in all film and television dramas, blocking some of the bed curtains that hindered him, and looked at himself again with winking eyes like silk Coming over, it seemed to be testing the extent to which he was fascinated by him.

This is not Hu|Meizi—he is the king of Hu|Meizi.

The young man lowered his eyes, a satisfied smile hung on the corner of his lips, and when he raised his eyes again, the tiny fluorescence in his eyes was in the space—Cheng Yi only felt that it diffused into his pupils in an instant, and the young man looked at him He raised his fingertips and made a very light move.

Cheng Yi felt that his soul was hooked. He didn't realize it. He should use "unconscious" to be more accurate. He raised his steps towards the young man in a daze.

Grass, he is just a normal man, there is nothing wrong with his normal actions and reactions.

Cheng Yi just took two steps and didn't know which tendon was right, and he suddenly woke up - he is a normal man!Lying on the bed, he was so numb that he was a man!

And... Cheng Yi's gaze finally diverted from the boy's, and he scattered across the room in a daze—this!this! !

Qianmu sighed lightly, but the corners of her lips curled a little deeper, as if she thought it was a little interesting, or——finally found a little bit of fun.

The fingers caressing the bed curtain lightly waved, as if stroking a feather, the bed curtain retreated to the two sides as if it had a soul, and the vision on the bed immediately widened.

The young man got out of the bed with a weak appearance, and the scene in the neckline and the rose petals scattered from the top of the young man's head when he bowed his head by the bed drew Cheng Yi's soul back to the young man.

The boy's ankles were slender, and those feet were the most beautiful men's feet Cheng Yi had ever seen—no, women's feet probably couldn't find such beautiful ones either.

When the boy stood up, he swayed slightly as if he was unsteady, and Cheng Yi wanted to rush over to catch him—of course, he held back and didn't go.

Staring at the boy's bare feet, and the rose petals stepped on by the boy, all over the floor, covering every corner of the room, like a rose manor that has been evacuated, the floor can hardly be seen.

Cheng Yi's dull mind thought - this room is used for confession or marriage proposal, women all over the world will agree.

Cheng Yi looked at those feet, one step, two steps, walking towards him without any haste, without making a sound, and then walked to his feet.

Before Cheng Yi could raise his head in the future, the boy fell into Cheng Yi's arms like a sick heroine who could faint anywhere.

Cheng Yi didn't know what was wrong with him, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to help the young man, but the young man jumped lightly when he stretched out his hand, as if undetectable, so Cheng Yi gave the young man a princess hug without any mistakes— —The arm is extremely strong, and the hug is stable.

Cheng Yi: ...

This is definitely just a normal man's instinct, instinct.

The young man shrank into Cheng Yi's arms, tilted his head on Cheng Yi's shoulder, as close as a long-time lover.

Fumbling with one hand, it landed on Cheng Yi's body. When Cheng Yi's side neck stopped bit by bit, the wood couldn't describe Cheng Yi's stiffness, he couldn't control his blood rushing.

The young man was lighter than he looked when he held him, his body was as soft as boneless, and the touch against him was indescribably good.

When he felt the boy's soft breath on the other side of his neck, Cheng Yi's eyes were so dull that he couldn't find the focus. will gasp.

The temperature of the young man's fingertips is the undoing spell. It touched Cheng Yi's chin, and slowly turned Cheng Yi's frozen face towards him. Cheng Yi followed this instruction before he dared to look at the young man's face.

The boy's eyelashes are ridiculously long, not as thick as crow feathers, but each one is very clear, visually soft, with a certain arc at the end, and the color is the same as the hair color, very dark, like purple or blue, The color of the pupils is becoming more and more psychedelic and colorful, and the eyes of those who are hooked cannot be separated from it.

Seeing such a beautiful person at such a close distance—Cheng Yi almost couldn't breathe.

The young man wrapped his arms around Cheng Yi's neck a little tighter, and introduced himself to Cheng Yi, his voice was not feminine at all, but it still sounded soft, with a kind of clear and childish crispness and coldness.

Slowly said, "My name is Qian Mu," the young man purposely moved closer to Cheng Yi's ear, his voice became softer, his breath revealed a tempting temperature, and he looked forward between the words, "Qian, Mu."

When Cheng Yi's soul was being hooked, and when the soul-locked voice came into his head, he suddenly regained a trace of sobriety. He ignored the turmoil in his heart, stuttered, and spoke in a toneless tone. Involuntarily and gently, he questioned, "You, who are you? Why, why are you at my house?"

The young man touched Cheng Yi's lips with his fingertips, his eyes and voice seemed to be hypnotic, and he said, "It's not important."

"Your name," the young man leaned towards Cheng Yi's lips, bewitching him softly, "Can you tell me?"

Cheng Yi only felt that he was being hijacked, and he had no power to resist—who could stand this hesitation, the trace of sobriety he had just regained disappeared in a flash, and he continued to stammer and obediently replied, "Cheng, Cheng Yi.