soul noise

Hearing Song Zhaoyin's sudden words, Xie Hengkong was stunned immediately, stared at Song Zhaoyin suspiciously for two seconds, then stretched out his hand to pinch the soft corner of his mouth, "I didn't see that you were happy, you were not happy. "

Song Zhaoyin: "..."

"What's the purpose of that little brat looking for you?" Xie Hengkong asked again.

When had the frightening A-level killer been pinched in the face like this, but Song Zhaoyin's face only froze for a moment with a smile, and in an instant, it turned into helpless connivance like a spring breeze.

"Not too high..."

"Huh?" Xie Hengkong obviously didn't believe it, and he used some strength with his hands, pulling Song Zhaoyin's thin lips into a line, making his words even more unbelievable.

Song Zhaoyin glanced at him, and raised his hand to slap his dishonest paw away, but Xie Hengkong suddenly let go, his index finger slid down from the side of his face, and then stopped on his chin, and the bend of his finger lifted slightly. His chin kissed his lips.

"Forget it, don't tell me if you don't want to tell me, as long as you are happy."

After Xie Hengkong finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the room. Song Zhaoyin watched him walk to the bed two or three times, and sat down with one leg curled up towards the window with his back facing him.

Xie Hengkong didn't wear a shirt, only a piece of waterproof gauze was attached to the wound on his back, revealing an inconspicuous light pink color.

The sunlight outside the house has completely disappeared, and the sky exposed by the window has lost its brilliance and turned into a thick grayish white, making Xie Hengkong's back look somewhat lonely.

Song Zhaoyin stood on the spot and looked at him quietly for a few seconds, then walked over slowly and asked, "Are you acting like a baby?"

Xie Hengkong glanced at him sideways, "Who is acting like a baby to you, I am not happy."

There was a faint smile in Song Zhaoyin's eyes, and he walked to sit beside him, and suddenly said "I like you."

"what?"

Xie Hengkong was stunned again, his heartbeat stopped for a beat, and then began to vibrate rapidly.

"Are you happy?" Song Zhaoyin looked at him and asked.

Xie Hengkong didn't speak, just stared at him, suspicious and inexplicable in his heart, but still happy.

Song Zhaoyin, who was looking at him, came over suddenly, propping the soft quilt in his palm, and kissed Xie Hengkong's slightly parted lips, then moved away after a slight touch.

Song Zhaoyin's expression was calm, but Xie Hengkong's eyes changed immediately, as if he was looking at his beloved baby, with tenderness like water; or as if he was staring at a delicious prey, with a fierce look in his eyes.

He stared at Song Zhaoyin for a long time, and finally he couldn't hold back, and smiled with his mouth curled up, "My baby, you are really killing me."

"I don't want your life, I want your happiness."

Seeing him smile, Song Zhaoyin also showed a slight smile, as if the spring water had melted into ice, saying that he wanted to be happy made Xie Hengkong's head go crazy, but he couldn't suppress his raging desire, so he bit Song Zhaoyin's raised lips .

Being bitten and kissed, Song Zhaoyin was familiar with the first time and the second time, calmly supported his upper body, kissed with Xie Hengkong, and dealt with his naughty tongue gently and restraintly.

The murmur of the wind mixed with the sound of tsk-tsk water reverberated in the quiet room, creating ambiguities.

"I want to be happier." Xie Hengkong bit him, hugged him, and stroked the back of his neck with his palm.

"Huh?" Song Zhaoyin's lower lip was held in his mouth, and he could only let out a doubt in his throat. Xie Hengkong had already moved his hands up and down, and the five fingers of his right hand nimbly picked up the shirt tucked into his trouser waist, sticking it to the warm skin on his back. Knead continuously.

"I want to fuck you." Xie Hengkong rolled his lips and tongue, his lips and teeth lingered on his jaw, the side of his neck, his breathing was completely out of tune, and he just wanted to press the person in front of him under him.

However, Song Zhaoyin was not so easily manipulated, pinching the back of Xie Hengkong's neck, he did not let him lower his fate.

Xie Hengkong was stunned, "Honey, are you going to go back on your word?"

"Repent what?" Song Zhaoyin asked doubtfully.

"You said, you want me to be happy." Xie Hengkong said.

Song Zhaoyin laughed, flipped his wrist, grasped the gate of knowing Hengkong, and said in a low voice, "In this way, I can also make you happy."

"Are you going to fight?" The soreness of being pinched made Xie Hengkong happy and unbearable, he clasped Song Zhaoyin's hand, and didn't know whether to push it away or ask him to use more force.

"You can't beat me now." Song Zhaoyin said, "It's better to lie down obediently."

Xie Hengkong raised his eyebrows, his faster and faster heart rate made him breathe heavily, his eyes were darker and darker than usual, and he stared at the prey in front of him without blinking.

Just when Song Zhaoyin thought he would stand up and resist, Xie Hengkong suddenly relaxed and leaned back, looking as if he was about to lie flat, but as soon as he put the quilt on his back, a painful expression appeared on his face .

"pain."

"..."

Song Zhaoyin raised his eyebrows, and just looked at him quietly, watching him shouting "Baby, my wound hurts." He turned sideways, curled up and burrowed into his arms, just enough for him to see him Pale pink blood oozing from the gauze on the back.

The whole body is saying - look, I can't lie flat.

Song Zhaoyin shook his head and laughed, caressing the wound on his back with his palm, feeling funny and helpless, and a little distressed.

"Sleep if it hurts," he said.

Xie Hengkong: "..."

After a moment of silence, a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of Song Zhaoyin's eyes, and Xie Hengkong, who was still pretentious just now, sprang up like a tiger and threw him down.

The backlit eyes were as bright as cold stars, and there was a bit of grievance in the fierceness.

Seeing this, Song Zhaoyin's heart softened, his lips were blocked as soon as he opened them, Xie Hengkong seemed to be afraid that he would say something he didn't like again, so he bit his lips like a wolf.

Of course, his hands were not idle, Song Zhaoyin's messy shirt was torn apart by him.The cold white skin was exposed to the air, and it was stimulated by the ice and snow pheromones to tremble.

Song Zhaoyin looked down at the fluffy head buried on his chest, somehow felt that Xie Hengkong was a bit like a big dog with fried hair.

He was amused by his own thoughts, so he laughed out loud.

The slightly trembling chest brushed Xie Hengkong's nose bridge, he raised his head, his frowning seemed to be covered with a layer of haze.

This time without him saying anything, Song Zhaoyin also noticed that he was unhappy, very unhappy.So much so that the pheromones have cold thorns, making his bare skin tense, and then stretched in the skin-to-skin temperature infection, hot and cold, painful and itchy, hard to hold tightly.

Xie Hengkong gagged his mouth again, bit his mouth for a while, and gritted his teeth against his lips and said, "I really want to eat you."

Taking advantage of the gap between his words, Song Zhaoyin, who was almost hypoxic, finally came to his senses. He raised his eyelids and looked at Xie Hengkong. Although he was panting, his tone was still calm, "How do you plan to eat?"

His lips, which had just been ravaged for a long time, were still covered with saliva, bright and gaudy. When he spoke, the tip of his tongue rolled out, licking off those transparent water stains, and half-lifting his eyelids, he looked like a seductive fairy.

Xie Hengkong only felt that the blood all over his body was spurting, shouting, he tightened his arms hard, almost rubbing Song Zhaoyin into his body.

When Song Zhaoyin was held tightly by him, a moan escaped unconsciously from his throat, making it even more seductive, but this man still refused to give up, pressing his throat to challenge Xie Hengkong's excitement,

"Kiss me? Bite me? Mark me? Then fuck me here?"

That point of contact seemed to ignite a fire, and sparks exploded, burning from the tip of Xie Hengkong's heart all over his body, making his head hot and his blood hot, and he pressed Song Zhaoyin under his body without hesitation.

What he put on the tip of his heart, the misty wind and snow, how could it be so gorgeous and erotic.

Xie Hengkong felt like he was going to explode just by looking at him one more time.

Song Zhaoyin didn't give him a chance to restrain his gunpowder, and his light words blew him out of his mind.

"Aren't you going to fuck me, come on."

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Ahem, I know short, but sweet!

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