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"Xiao Jin, we've already become yin relatives, it's time for the bridal chamber."

Mu Yang's voice was full of fiery affection and anxious longing. When he said this, the breath flowing from his lips and teeth sprayed onto Xie Jinge's small earlobe, which was cold and moist, making Xie Jinge's ears itchy slightly .

Xie Jinge subconsciously tilted his head to avoid this intimacy, but Mu Yang didn't give him the slightest chance. He stood behind Xie Jinge, held Xie Jinge's hand with both hands, and surrounded him in his arms.

His cold chest was pressed against Xie Jinge's warm back, and through the fabric of the clothes, the high and low temperatures seemed to be slowly merging.

"Xiao Jin..." Mu Yang lowered his head slightly, rubbing Xie Jinge's smooth hair with his lips, and then his soft lips ran down the black hair, and finally stopped at the back of Xie Jinge's neck.

The red wedding dress neckline covered half of Xie Jinge's neck, and the exposed skin was fair and delicate, showing a little pink blush under the halo.

This slender and fragile neck, like an innocent white swan, seems to be able to break with just a little force.

Mu Yang's eyes fell on the snow-white nape of the neck, looking at it, a scarlet glint floated in the dark eyes.He couldn't help sticking out the tip of his tongue to lick the corner of his lips, and then, as if he had been bewitched, he slid across the back of Xie Jinge's neck ambiguously.

"Hmm..." Mu Yang's tongue was cold, Xie Jinge couldn't help trembling from this seemingly indistinct provocation, and let out a low moan uncontrollably.

This kind of intimate touch is both familiar and unfamiliar to Xie Jinge.

It is familiar because not long ago, in Li Huaiyuan's storage room, he was dragged into some kind of memory by Mu Yang who was twisted in space, and felt the extreme entanglement with another body.

The strange reason is that the body that can experience love is not his after all. He was possessed at that time, so it is so weird and jerky for the current body.

Xie Jinge didn't like this passive feeling.

He bent his elbows against Mu Yang's abdomen, then turned around and took the opportunity to withdraw from Mu Yang's embrace.

He raised his eyes and stared at Mu Yang's eyes, the obsidian pupils were full of resistance.

Mu Yang said slowly: "Xiao Jin, you are already my bride, you shouldn't resist my intimacy anymore."

Xie Jinge didn't speak, but his eyelids drooped, his light-colored lips were tightly closed into a cold straight line, and even the line of his neck was tightened into a sharp arc.

Although everything was voluntary by him, Xie Jinge also imagined what kind of result he would face after marrying this evil ghost, but when he really had an intimate move with the other party, the resistance and discomfort in his heart But it was also unavoidable.

Xie Jinge's hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist, and then let go.

Mu Yang saw Xie Jinge's struggle and entanglement in his eyes, his eyes softened, he took Xie Jinge's hand and pulled him into the room, held Xie Jinge's face and let him look at him: "Don't run away, Xiaojin, you You know, if it's just a simple yin relationship, the problem will not be solved."

Xie Jinge shook off Mu Yang's hand, and sneered: "It's easy for you to say, why don't you let me do it?"

Mu Yang paused for a moment, he didn't expect Xie Jinge to say that suddenly, but soon he smiled and said, "Okay, I'll let you take the lead."

Xie Jinge frowned, grabbed Mu Yang by the collar, and said with a bit of anger: "You know that's not what I meant!"

A look of fondness flashed across Mu Yang's eyes, and he said an ambiguous sentence: "As long as you have that ability." At the same time as he finished speaking, he wrapped one hand around Xie Jinge's waist, and pulled him towards him.

Xie Jinge didn't expect Mu Yang to do this, he was caught off guard for a moment and fell forward according to the inertia because of this force, and finally fell on the soft bed with Mu Yang pressed down.

Xie Jinge raised his arms and looked down at Mu Yang with a slightly different expression.

The corners of Mu Yang's lips rose slightly, and he raised his hand to gently caress Xie Jinge's cheek, his fingertips came to Xie Jinge's lips, pressed it lightly, and then said meaningfully: "It's almost a little red. "

Hearing the subtext of Mu Yang's words, Xie Jinge was about to speak, the next second Mu Yang's hand came to Xie Jinge's stamina, and then pressed him down, turning over neatly, but in the blink of an eye, Xie Jinge Imprisoned under the body.

The sudden reversal of posture made Xie Jinge stunned for half a second. He thought he was not a soft and defenseless person, but he never thought that facing Mu Yang's offensive, he would be powerless to fight back.

As if seeing Xie Jinge's inner thoughts, Mu Yang lowered his body and whispered in Xie Jinge's ear: "Xiao Jin, you are a human, I am a ghost, you are good enough, you don't need to compare with me."

Xie Jinge sarcastically said in a cold voice: "You also know that you are relying on some ghost power."

After Xie Jinge finished saying this, the air was suddenly silent for a few seconds. When Xie Jinge thought that Mu Yang would not respond, the other party suddenly sighed softly, like a sigh, but also like a memory, and said in a very soft voice: "If I could...I'd rather be like you."

Be a living human being, not a lonely smoker who has wandered around for decades.

Xie Jinge pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Although he couldn't remember what happened between "self" and Mu Yang, he had a vague intuition that Mu Yang's death had the most direct relationship with him.

"What are you thinking about?" Mu Yang asked him, his voice was not as good as before.

"It's nothing." Xie Jinge also restrained his expression.

Mu Yang didn't ask any more questions, but curled Xie Jinge's hair with his fingers, and said meaningfully: "Xiao Jin, do you still remember the first time we met?"

Mu Yang's words reminded Xie Jinge that when he was in that dark airtight coffin, in order to relieve the suffocation, he desperately plundered the breath that did not belong to him.

"Xiao Jin, you were really proactive at that time," Mu Yang said ambiguously, and kissed Xie Jinge's hair: "Today is also like that time, okay?"

He obviously used a questioning tone, but he didn't give Xie Jinge a chance to answer, because in the next second, he blocked Xie Jinge's lips with his lips, and began to feel the softness and fragrance that he had been thinking about for a long time. .

Xie Jinge didn't choose to evade any more, all of this was his own choice, and at this point, it would only be hypocritical to try to evade.

Without hindrance, Mu Yang smoothly penetrated into Xie Jinge's mouth, his tongue was cold, in stark contrast to Xie Jinge's warmth, like the fusion of ice and fire.

Mu Yang domineeringly patrols every secret corner of Xie Jinge's lips and teeth, plundering the sweetness that drives him crazy, and Xie Jinge is not to be outdone.

The sound of the kiss echoed in the room, creating a charming atmosphere.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were firmly closed, and there was no evening breeze blowing in from the outside, but the bright white moonlight still penetrated the thin light-colored curtains, and diffused the silvery brilliance into the room.

It is clear that today's weather forecast is cloudy, but there is no dark cloud outside the window at this time, and the bright moon is hanging, and the moonlight is beautiful.

In the beautiful night, in the room.

One cold, one warm.

These are two diametrically opposed temperatures.

A ghost, a human.

These are two souls separated by yin and yang.

But at this moment, none of these obstacles mattered.

All the love and love seem to have gathered on the soft mattress, and the sunken fabric bears two sharp souls.

Between the rubbing of the clothes, Xie Jinge looked at Mu Yang's eyes, black and white pupils, the middle one was dark and deep, as deep as a cold pool that could not be seen, but very shallow, so shallow that Xie Jinge face clearly emerged.

It was as if a wild beast was hidden in his eyes. At this moment, the beast seemed to be about to break out of the cage, pounce on Xie Jinge, and nibble at him bit by bit.

Under the halo, Xie Jinge's extremely impactful face became soft and charming, her black half-length hair spread out between the quilts, her scarlet wedding dress, and her translucent white skin became the most beautiful in Mu Yang's eyes. landscape.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the passion in his chest almost overflowed.

bang bang bang...

Obviously he has no heart, but Mu Yang seems to hear the sound of his own heart beating violently.

Fiery, restless, affectionate...

Mu Yang's body temperature is cold, but Xie Jinge feels another kind of hardness and heat. This sensation rushes to his back, all the way up to his throat, making Xie Jinge's feeling of thirst more and more intense.

When Mu Yang's icy breath covered him, Xie Jinge resisted the strange feeling that his skin touched.

Mu Yang is like ice, constantly infecting Xie Jinge.

From the forehead, the bridge of the nose, the lips, to the neck, to the collarbone...every inch of movement made Xie Jinge tremble slightly.

Suddenly, Xie Jinge felt as if he was tightly wrapped by a poisonous snake, cold, wet, and slippery.Wherever the poisonous snake spit out its letter and moved, there would be a patch of tiny bumps uncontrollably.

Xie Jinge's stature is not short, although his figure is thin, he is not weak. Although his waist and abdomen do not have the well-defined solid muscles like Mu Yang's, they are thin and flexible. At this moment, they are slightly bent due to Mu Yang's movements. At the moment, a tough and resolute smooth arc burst out, which is even more seductive.

Mu Yang's chin rested on Xie Jinge's ear, and his thick breath lingered in the narrow air between the two, becoming hot and irritable.

Suddenly, at the moment when ice and fire collided deeply, Xie Jinge seemed to hear that strange melody and singing again...

"Sorghum carrying, red clothes...choose the eighteenth day of the first lunar month...Double happiness sighs, Huangquan is separated, Yin and Yang are separated..."

The song was soft and thin, and the pitch was high and low.

But when it reached Xie Jinge's ears at that time, it was more gloomy that made his scalp shudder.

But now, this chant-like tune seems to contain another layer of hidden meaning. Under Mu Yang's strong waist, the sorghum and yellow springs have faded away, and the yin and yang separation of double happiness and sadness have faded away. The remaining red clothes Clothes and knots seem to have a more fiery and hot rhythm.