the castration plan

Noble love is indeed in the soul and not in the body, but this little devil is too good at deceiving people. He is the carrier and imagination of all the desires of the world, and anyone who stands in front of him will be beaten back to his original form.

So when Lu He was bitten, the strength was merciless.

He turned on the faucet to clean the wound, then took out a lot of ice cubes for whiskey, and poured several jugs of ice water with his neck up, his always deep and restrained brows furrowed fiercely.

"Does it hurt?" Bemuir secretly glanced at the tall figure's back, feeling guilty in his heart, but he still said bravely, "Who told you to hold on to my elbow, you have to be stronger, stronger...I'm sorry..."

Lu He crushed the ice hard and looked down at Baymuir.

But he doesn't seem to be able to understand Alpha's innate possessive desire for a virgin, so he just regards all this as a joke among his friends.

Finally, Lu He said: "The clothes are wet, go take a hot bath, I put away the water and essential oil."

Baimuer still squeezed into his chest, clinging to his arms, but the crossing was stopped at the touch of a finger.

Lu He kept his distance, his eyes were serious enough to be defensive: "Go."

At about eleven o'clock, Shen Lu called and said with a smile, "Happy New Year to you."

Shen Lu paused, the time was just right to draw a sign of the cross on his chest, and then said: "God bless Hail Mary."

"Well, God bless Hail Mary." Bemuir repeated without emotion, and then suddenly laughed with disdain, "She really blessed me to die today."

Shen Lu was startled: "What's going on?"

Baymuir almost rubbed his body bald, his skin was thin and red, like a newborn chick without hair, densely covered with blood spots, stinging painfully when immersed in scalding hot water.

"It's nothing, I just went to ride a roller coaster today." Bemuir slumped his arms down the edge of the bathtub, rubbed his eyes wearily, and smiled, "I heard that thing can euthanize people, more than 2000 feet, very Good to die."

"That was designed hundreds of years ago, and it's just a commercial gimmick." Shen Lu quickly located the amusement park in his city, and said worriedly, "What stimulated you? Your bipolar disorder has a mixed attack again, and once It's more serious than ever."

The bathroom was so humid that it wouldn't light the fire.Baymuir stripped off the cigarette jacket, chewed the shredded tobacco leaves, and smelled the aroma of sweeteners such as licorice, molasses, and nutmeg, but felt bitter in his heart and wanted to vomit, and the aged grapes also turned into an astringent taste on his lips .

"It's okay, I'm fine." Bemuir whispered, reminiscing about the loss of consciousness caused by gravity when he fell violently, as if he was trapped in a maze or floating in a white wasteland, "I've obviously run enough It’s almost far enough, but he still found it and came after him, and I feel that it’s good to be alive again, it’s so good to live, can I never die?”

His pale face in the pervasive mist is unreal, he is like a beautiful dream in a mist: "Shen Lu, I shouldn't have come to China to find him, and I shouldn't have married him, right? I will destroy him, destroy everything about him. But I like him so much that I want to die."

"But I can't look back, and I can't control myself anymore. Tomorrow is the new year. Today and this year, I will be selfish for the last time, okay?" Before he realized it, tears had already fallen.

They live in a small apartment tonight, with only one bedroom and a single bed.

Baymuir looked at it in a daze, and said, "What are you doing?"

"I sleep on the sofa." Lu He hugged out a quilt and pillow, speaking in a business-like, standardized tone.

Baymuir lowered his head and muttered, "Why, you weren't so particular before."

"It's different now." Lu He maintained an unreasonable calmness, and did not answer more questions, "I'm sleepy, let's all go to bed early, Xiao Lu, good night."

Ten minutes before midnight, Bemuir looked at the half-open door, and finally tiptoed out, sat down on the floor, and arched Lu He with his head: "Get up, old antique."

The first sentence Lu He opened his eyes was: "It's cold on the ground, why sit on the ground? Get up quickly."

Bemuir fell into his arms logically, with longing and fear in his eyes: "The thunder is so loud outside, brother, I can't sleep..."

As a result, Lu He's sleeping couch was transferred from the sofa in the living room to the floor of the bedroom.

Baymuir would make some noise anytime and anywhere, and in the dark night, the sound of fingers poking the screen was very clear.

After clearing the game for several rounds, there was no warning sound.Baymuir looked down quietly. Lu He was lying flat, breathing long and evenly.

Baymuir's calf slid down and gave him a light kick on the arm.Bai Shengsheng's toes hooked his fingers, slowly rubbed against those warm calluses, then slowly moved down, scorching hotly along the inner thighs to scratch them.

The sleeping person didn't respond much, but he was itchy all over, and his heart couldn't help coming up.

Starting from the feet that were in close contact with Alpha, it seemed as if an electric current ran up the calf, passed through the thigh, and hit the thigh directly.An embarrassing heat dissipated from the body, soaking deeply into the most secret interior, and the mouth began to salivate involuntarily.

His desire for carnal desire reached the extreme.For example, a cat in spring, with the high-pitched bells on its collar, is full of emotions.

He felt like a cloud, so hot that he wanted to rain.

Suddenly fell from the sky!

A force pulled him down and put him under him.

"What do you think of me?" Lu He's voice was hoarse.

In the next second, his tongue broke in directly and violently, deep into the mouth, as if it was going to push open the fragile throat and fill the lung duct, as if it was going to tear his body apart and complete a recognition ceremony.

Bamuir's back was numb, and he bit him again in a panic.

This time Lu He hid, and then forcefully clamped his jaw like he was forcing open a shell to taste the tender mussel meat: "Stick out your tongue."

Bemuir's eyes widened, and Lu He especially said this order coldly, a strong sensory contrast stimulated him to tremble all over.

But Lu He forced him to do his best to please himself, and he freed his hand to pinch his waist. When his body was like a bow stretched to the limit, he couldn't help opening his mouth to exclaim, and easily took the opportunity to go deeper. Tsk tsk sucking forcefully, occupying the sweetness that resembles the mythical Liquan.

Baymuir shook his head violently in his imprisoned embrace like a cat whose wounds had been stepped on continuously, and his eyes were wet with dew like stars.

It wasn't until Alpha felt that his chest was heaving too much that he stopped for a while.

Baymuir's stranded fish stretched its nostrils and panted like a fish, and was about to open its mouth to incriminate, but its lips were caught again, and Alpha's tongue repeated in a simple way, and kissed fiercely: "I don't want to listen. "

This man was really afraid of kissing him, and the kiss was good. Baymuir could only stick to the man's arms, and begged in a low voice: "Be obedient, be obedient..."

Lu He hugged Bemuir with his backhand, rubbing his white shell-like ears like a coaxing little beast.

And Omega opened her soft red lips to cover the tip of his tongue deftly, and bursts of heat flooded the young heart. After a few times of tenderness and intimacy, she gently licked the man's rust-smelling wound.

The kiss continued from time to time, and the body temperature of the two melted together.

But Lu He felt that their hearts were separated by mountains and seas.

He was grateful for seeing love for the first time, and every word he said was a sacred and serious decision.

And what about Baymuir?His always slack and relaxed attitude shows that this most charming butterfly seems to only indulge in enjoying the frivolity and ambiguity of the stars and the moon, and is very good at confusing each other with psychological warfare and delicate language.

Fortunately, Lu He quickly killed this conjecture simply by relying on his intuition.

But he felt that the real Bamuir was very ethereal and far away.

"I'm going to France, and I'll be back in a month." Lu He calmed down slightly, with a faint sense of oppression.

At this moment, the New Year's bell rang, fireworks were in full bloom, and the light and sound trembled and stirred in the night sky.

"We'll get married when we come back." Lu He said.

Perhaps out of anticipation, he purposely lifted Bemuir's face, and clearly saw shock, doubt, and even fear flashing through those bright and narrow green eyes, as if he had given him a sober slap.