Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

At night, Sajin Lane looks like a red pink gold cave full of radiance in the dark night. The vermilion flower building stands side by side with the street, and the lanterns raised by the night wind are like stars falling into the mortal world.

In the largest flower building in Bianjing City, a group of dandies who rely on their father's shadow to live and dream are drunk and laugh around the demon boy Meiji while drinking wine.

"I said Lu Er, today is not like you, you don't even drink our Miaoyin girl's wine." A drunken man handed Lu Yinzhao a glass of wine.

Lu Yinzhao took the glass of sake and drank it down, and smiled, "I'm thinking about my cousin."

"It doesn't matter if your cousin doesn't come, but every time we call people over and don't play, we will look at them and ruin our interest in vain." Another man with a long face who was slightly thinner smiled wretchedly, "Could it be You to your cousin..."

"Go, go." Lu Yinzhao was so disgusted that he threw the jade-inlaid wine glass on him unceremoniously, "You don't think you're so creepy, I'm still afraid, what I'm thinking is that their family invites you from the Liuli Temple. That little Bodhisattva who came."

"Oh, I know." It was the same long-faced and thin man. "My mother visited him in the Liuli Temple. I heard that he was very similar to the Guanyin in the painting. He is very beautiful."

"Tch, what's so interesting about a bald donkey, you guys are crazy."

Lu Yinzhao hugged the dancer girl on the side a little distractedly, but he always felt that the figure in his arms was missing something, and his fingertips were still empty.

I don't know how the little Bodhisattva's waist would feel if touched.

"I've never seen the face of that little Bodhisattva, but just looking at his figure makes people feel very worried. You haven't seen it before, so you don't know how thin the waist is."

"Moreover, that little Bodhisattva has not been shaved, and I am afraid that no one here can match that long hair."

"Maybe it's just a good figure, who knows what the front face looks like, and who else is more beautiful than our Qing Ji." At first, the man who was still flushed from drinking smiled and kissed the waitress beside him, almost He fell headlong on the large snow-white breast exposed by the woman.

The woman glanced at him pretending to be angry, and the two immediately rolled into a ball facelessly.

Lu Yinzhao inexplicably felt a little hot-eyed, and he took a glass of wine offered by the person next to him with a sneer: "You can ask my cousin to hold him in his arms, and he doesn't even want to be seen by others, how ugly can he be."

"Isn't there going to be a banquet in Taiwei's mansion in a few days, let's go and have a look together."

"In the end, I'm just a monk. I really want to be tied up and have a good look at it."

"Could it be possible for Taiwei Sikong to be a monk and make things difficult for us?"

"However, if you really miss Lu Er, I have a solution." The thin and long-faced man smiled slyly, his face full of wine was a little distorted under the gorgeous and bright lights, "I just happened to be curious about what you said. "

……

Jiang Chi lived in peace these few days. Sikong Yue blocked many unnecessary meetings for him, and spread out the mages to ask for purity. If you want to find the little Bodhisattva to pray for blessings, you only need to go through the carved screen .

Therefore, when no one was around, Jiang Chi could take off all the restraints, and he could do whatever he wanted, even rolling around on the ground, no one would care.

"You're more of a magician than me." Jiang Chi sighed, propping his cheek.

The young man lay lazily on the soft wool pad, his legs were upturned, and the layers of snow-white clothes slid down and stacked on his buttocks, revealing a pair of slender white calves.

The sunlight shone on the soles of the young man's white silk socks, as if the soles of his feet were shimmering with jade, and a scorching and muddy flame burned in the throat of the inexplicably named Sikong Yue, which almost burned his mind and soul together. .

"Aren't you having a good time too?" Sikong Yue caught a strand of cool black hair hanging by the young man's ear and kissed it delicately. The young man's eyes were focused on the scriptures Sikong Yue gave him, completely He didn't care about the man's overly ambiguous actions.

He lived so well in the temple that everyone treated him like a pearl in the palm of his hand and pampered him. As a result, he developed a personality that was too defenseless, except that he was not very vigilant about Sikong Yue's perception when they first met. After a few days, it was captured by Sikong Yue's sugar-coated shells within two days.

So silly, so pathetic.

With such a temperament, if you are cheated, you still need to help count the money.

Perhaps this is the fairness of the Creator. He bestowed the young man with the beauty of a demon, but he did not have the wisdom and ability to match.

It's just... a plaything that was born to be tossed and turned on the bed.

He deserves to be bullied and played with by others, destroying all his consciousness, only groaning sadly, and his tearful eyes can only reflect his own reflection.

He wanted to clasp that slender ankle with his hands, but he was so oppressed that he could only crawl forward with tears in his eyes, but his ankle was grabbed by someone, and he had nowhere to go except in the arms of the person behind him.

Such a chaotic picture, just imagination is enough to destroy a person's reason.

Sikong Yue thought of the dancers when the nobles held dinner parties, wearing thin gauze skirts and dancing barefoot on the drum, their snow-white toes making a provocative and seductive sound on the taut drum.

What about a little Bodhisattva?

He is so light, a snare drum can easily stand on it.

"What are you thinking about?" Those icy blue eyes approached suspiciously, eyelash feathers almost touching the tip of Sikong Yue's tall nose, "Thinking so engrossingly, you didn't even hear my words."

Even the way he mutters and complains like this is cute.

Sikong Yue's hand stroked from the lock of black hair hanging down to the youth's porcelain-white cheek.

Soft, press down and rebound slowly.

Jiang Chi frowned and looked at him like a fool.

"I heard it." Sikong Yue didn't know what was going on with him, she couldn't help feeling numb when she looked at the young man's eyes, and she wanted to be satisfied with whatever he wanted to do, "Then there is a small boat in the lotus pond. If you're bored here, you can go and relax."

Isn't this still only confined to such a small area.

Jiang Chi used to grow wild in the Liuli Temple, and took Brother Fufeng to run all over the mountains and fields, but when he got here, let alone the mountains, he couldn't even get out of this small courtyard.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chi couldn't help but think of that cold and snowy young monk in the temple.

"I miss my senior brother." Jiang Chi was bluntly raised, and said whatever was on his mind, but he didn't notice that Sikong Yue's eyes suddenly became extraordinarily gloomy.

"Your senior brother?" He seemed to be curious in his tone, and his fingers slowly traced the boy's cheeks to the slightly trembling butterfly bone behind him, "Does Xiao Chi like him very much?"

Every part of his little Avalokitesvara is well-developed, the bones are round and delicate, covered with a layer of clear and light white with glaze, and the clear powder halos out from every joint, which is called mountain. Even Dianxue gave birth to Chen Zhongyan.

Sikong Yue's fingertips kneaded the soft flesh and easily left pink finger marks.

Jiang Chi didn't realize it, and thought that Sikong Yue was really curious, so he bent his eyes and lay down on Sikong Yue's lap very affectionately: "My senior brother treated me very well, took me to the mountain to watch the sunrise, and returned it to me. Catching crickets to play is because people are too cold and don’t always like to talk.”

A little vein appeared on Sikong Yue's forehead.He never thought that he would have such unbearable thoughts about a boy he had only met for a few days, wanting to bully, wanting to monopolize, just hearing about his past days with others, he hated his teeth itching.

Gently peeling off the boy's loose belt with his fingertips, revealing half of his body with snow-like muscles and bones, the cherry pink soft flesh almost dazzled his eyes.

"what are you doing?"

Jiang Chi blinked, feeling that this man was so inattentive that he didn't listen to others.

Sikong Yue clenched her teeth, raised the young man's sharp chin, and said in a tone of teasing, "Little Bodhisattva, once you arrive at my Sikong Mansion, you will be mine from now on. Wouldn't it be nice to be by my side?"

Jiang Chi didn't realize the danger behind the man's tone. He twitched his eyelashes innocently and ignorantly, raised his water-red lips like a stamen, and laughed slowly:

"Aren't I already by your side now?"

That's different.

Sikong Yue also felt that it was unnecessary for her to get angry with him, the little Bodhisattva seemed to be equal to all living beings, but in fact she would not be tempted by anyone.

Everyone can easily catch him into the golden cage, but there is no way to get him to look wholeheartedly.

The little Bodhisattva is born in the fine snow on the top of the cloud, surrounded by icy mist and frost, and will only melt and disappear if it falls into the silt.Everyone can't get it, which is also a kind of equality.

Sikong Yue twirled the grapes on the white porcelain plate, peeled off the skins and stuffed them into her crimson lips.

Jiang Chi didn't react for a while, the pulp squeezed out the dripping juice on the teeth, soaking the soft lips and flesh with a sweet, greasy and colorful aroma.

The young man choked on the juice and had to open his mouth, telling Sikong Yue to easily stick the flesh into the tender mouth of the young man, pinching the tip of his tongue as soft as a snake.

He should be a little Bodhisattva who is high above and untainted by the mortal world, but now he shows such a lewd and pitiful shape in front of his knees, his lips and heart are like smudged rouge, the glistening water and unstoppable saliva are intertwined wonderfully/ lair of desire.

Even the bright red cinnabar on the center of the eyebrows looks extraordinarily bewitching under the entanglement of desire/desire.

My little Guanyin.

The little fairy who fell into the mortal world.

The red-clothed young man leaned over and bit his lip, which was still soaked in grape juice. Jiang Chi was bitten painfully and tried to break free, but he was forced to the ground, and his already disheveled skirt was opened even wider. , the long crow-black hair was entangled with the man's slender knuckles, and large patches of overwhelmed pink floated on the porcelain-white cheeks.

The picture is amazingly beautiful.

The little Bodhisattva stared at him angrily for a while, when suddenly a crisp applause resounded in the quiet room.

Sikong Yue covered the side face with bright red palm prints, and looked at the paper-pale young man with dark eyes.

The palms were burning and tingling, Jiang Chi stepped back and said tremblingly, "You forced me."

"The system saves lives, will this affect the plot? It's purely instinctive, I can't help it."

System: "No, and..."

A mosaic smiley face appeared on the small metal screen: "Nice job."