sick man

"Shen Wuyu has been poisoned."

Duan Mingyou bent down and hugged the dazed person's ear, and said every word clearly. At the end, he still didn't forget to put back the strands of hair that had slipped from the person's ear.

With such a close distance, the hot air that entered his ears following his words was actually like a cold wind, oozing with a gloomy coolness.

Han Qingshu trembled uncontrollably. Under Duan Ming's silent gaze, he couldn't even make a sound, but he insisted on asking,

"Wuyu... how could he be... bewitched?"

"How do I know!"

Duan Mingyou waved his sleeves meaninglessly, his movements were elegant and smooth.He was wearing white clothes today, which was different from his usual plain and clean style. The clothes were embroidered with a large number of exquisite and complicated patterns with silver thread. At this moment, he was standing in the sun at noon, his white clothes were shining with silver light, and his long black hair was flowing down. It's like a banished fairy.

What's more, there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, it was almost like he was inferior to the sunshine.

But Han Qingshu felt cold. With his indifferent attitude, it seemed that he didn't care about Wuyu's life or death at all.He knew that he was waiting for himself to beg him.

"what do you want?"

"Still so stubborn."

Duan Mingyou shook his head with a smile, quite distressed, "If Madam is so unwilling, then the deal cannot go on!"

Han Qingshu's face turned pale, he naturally knew what Duan Mingyou wanted.

"Can you really cure Wuyu's Gu poison?"

Duan Mingyou sneered, his bony and slender fingers slid along Han Qingshu's cheeks to his slightly open mouth, his index finger rested on his lips, and pressed hard punitively,

"Here, always say such uncute things."

Han Qingshu immediately turned his face away, Su Mingyou's hand was still hanging in the air, but he was not annoyed, then reached out and pinched Han Qingshu's chin, forcing him to turn his head to face himself.

"But this time you are right. The Gu in Shen Wuyu's body is very troublesome, and I really can't solve it."

There was finally a crack in Qiang Zuo's calm expression.

"How is it possible, even you can't solve the Gu, so Wuyu..."

Duan Mingyou watched him with a smile,

"Didn't you still doubt my medical skills just now?"

Han Qingshu was dumbfounded.Duan Mingyou's hand had already left his chin, but he didn't intend to let him go.All the way down his thin jaw, it stopped at his waist.

"Ma'am, don't worry too much."

Duan Mingyou comforted in a soft voice, like a benevolent doctor.But his hand had already captured the man who was immersed in worry, and locked him tightly in his arms.

"Although I can't solve his Gu, I can save my life."

The person holding the hand that was wandering presumptuously on his waist hesitated for a moment, then let go of his hand tremblingly, allowing his cold fingers to slide into the opened skirt, and poke towards the shameful place little by little.

"Please, ah... please..."

Clinging to the man's shoulder almost ashamedly, Han Qingshu resisted the sudden tearing pain, and buried his head in the man's neck.

"Please what?"

Duan Mingyou squeezed another finger viciously, but that place was not injured, but contracted even more fieryly.

"Please... ah... please help, woo! Help Wuyu..."

Han Qingshu gasped for breath, and his dark almond eyes gradually became blurred.

"Can't you just bear it?"

Duan Mingyou bit Han Qingshu's ear and asked, twitching his fingers faster.That sensitive and fragile tunnel was full of amazing enthusiasm, obsessed with his fingers and refused to let go.

"No, don't! Don't be here..."

Han Qingshu shook his head in a panic, his eyes fell on a spot in the corner of the yard.

"Ma'am, are you sure you don't want it? But this place is biting me tightly."

Duan Mingyou frowned in embarrassment, and slowly moved the fingers buried in the depths, which immediately caused a burst of suppressed panting/breathing.

Han Qingshu bit his lips tightly, and although his face was covered with sweat, he still shook his head stubbornly.

Duan Mingyou followed his line of sight to see that the rockery at the corner of the yard somehow fell down a few pieces of gravel, some of which fell too fast and broke into very small particles.

"Eleven, come out."

"No... uh!"

His flustered words were sealed with kisses, and the man pulled his hair back, forcing him to face up to face countless kisses.The nimble fiery tongue lightly licked the bloodstains on his lips, so patient and gentle, as if it wanted to melt him.

And behind him, at some point, another pair of hands wrapped around him, slowly and carefully pulling him into his arms...

"Wow!"

A whine suddenly sounded from the dark and damp ground, like a dying struggle of a person who had endured to the extreme.

Behind the closed cell door, on the wedding bed embroidered with Luanfeng and Ming brocade quilts, two figures intertwined/entangled fieryly.The person sitting straddling the top raised his head high, sweat criss-crossed his honey-colored skin, he was gasping for breath, and his toes were curled up with pleasure.But he didn't seem to be satisfied, and he was still flipping up and down frantically, completely ignoring that the place where he intersected with the person under him was already shedding bright red blood.

It took about a quarter of an hour before he stopped his greedy demands, and he slowly fell backwards as if his strength had been drained instantly.

"careful!"

Su Wanzhi looked at Shen Wuyu like a puppet with a disconnected thread, about to fall out of the bed, but he didn't care about the weakness of his whole body, so he hugged him back by the waist.

Shen Wuyu had already lost consciousness, his head was hanging limply in his arms, and his hair fell on his forehead.

Su Wanzhi hugged him helplessly, unable to express what it felt like.Being forced by a teenager again, he should be furious.But the behavior of the young man just now, does not seem to be simply indulging in love/desire, on the contrary, it looks like... a disease...

Su Wanzhi frowned and stared at Shen Wuyu for a long time, his fingers brushed across his forehead, and then stopped between his eyebrows several times, stroking back and forth repeatedly.

How could this be... last time I thought it was dizziness, but this time...