Chasing brother for thousands of miles

Damn it... Wen Nianyuan felt that he was dazzled for a moment, but he soon woke up, this is really not a good place for tenderness.

What's more, Qixian still has injuries on her body.

"Go." He grabbed Qixian's wrist through the iron fence, and when he turned around to take him away, he realized that there were silent iron fences between them.

The gap that only allows the arm to pass through allows him to hold Qixian's hand, apply medicine to him, and touch each other's faces without hindrance, but he cannot take him away.

Fortunately, for Wen Nianyuan, he was able to pass through those large institutions outside without any injuries, let alone this mere gate wall.

He temporarily let go of Qi Xian's hand, trying to open the cell door, but at that moment Qi Xian was suddenly held by Qi Xian's backhand, the man looked at him and shook his head slightly.

Qixian knew that he had fallen into someone else's trap at the moment, but if he went around the prison and left with Wen Nianyuan, he would only fall into the hands of the people behind the scenes.

What's more-it's not his opponent's patent to use tricks, and he has to think about everything to turn things around. There have been too many deeds about him recently.

"I don't care what you're thinking, Qixian. Today you must follow me." Wen Nianyuan insisted rarely, and even had a feeling of being unambiguous, "There are a thousand ways to lure a snake out of its hole, and you don't need to compromise."

"You—" Qi Xian raised his eyebrows, Wen Nianyuan really became more and more intelligent, and sometimes he was able to speak so that he was speechless.

Obviously, he was furious because he saw the scars left on his body by Taoist Tiangang, but he could still think of such a high-sounding and arrogant reason.

He smiled slightly, and suddenly approached the man outside the cell, stretched out his hand, hooked his fingers, and made a gesture of coming.

Even though he knew that Qixian must use those rosy lips to say some fallacies to convince himself, Wen Nianyuan couldn't help but leaned over in silence.

There was a crisp sound of iron chains shattering in my ear, and Qixian's hands poked out from the gap in the prison door, grabbed Wen Nianyuan's collar, and raised his head to meet Wen Nianyuan without giving him the slightest chance to react.

Wen Nianyuan felt an instant warmth on his lips, and then a bone-chilling coldness.What was cold was the cold and slender iron fence, piercing through the skin, piercingly cold; what was warm was Qixian's soft lips, which were tightly pressed against his lips, and a faint fragrance lingered at the end of his nose.

Smells like rust.

Such an extreme experience is like ice/fire/two heavens.

"He can't hurt me again, I promise." Qi Xian leaned on his lips, and whispered vaguely from his throat, the heat rushed to his face, and there was a trace of comfort between the overflowing and intertwined lips and teeth.

Feeling the tip of Qixian's tongue lightly touching his lips, and slowly stretching it out tentatively, Wen Nianyuan lowered his eyelashes, looking at this man who was so close at hand but seemed so far away.

He didn't move, he was as steady as a rock, and let Qi Xian fan the flames and tease him to the fullest, as if he had suddenly lost all five senses and emotions, and remained indifferent.

The color in the eyes gradually darkened, and the desire/color and the fire in the heart burned slowly bit by bit.

Just when Qixian was surprised that he didn't respond and raised his eyes slightly to see his expression in surprise, Wen Nianyuan suddenly put his arms around Qixian's waist, and turned him around forcefully so that his back was facing him.

The sound of the cloth being torn was very clear in the quiet prison, Qi Xian only felt a chill down his back, and his skin was directly imprisoned on the cold fence.

The waist was tightly bound, with such great strength, it was not like hugging, but like strangling him in two.

Wen Nianyuan was rarely so cruel, Qixian knew that he was angry, but what was angry was Qixian's carelessness towards his body.

Reason told him that he should do something to calm Wen Nianyuan's restlessness, but an unbearable hotness and commotion arose deep in his soul, wanting to be hugged so hard, pain can make people feel their own existence more than pleasure.

Of course, when pain and pleasure exist together, it seems that even the existence itself is not important.

Two pieces of soft things landed on his bare/exposed shoulders, biting his shoulders violently, the strength made Qixian feel his blood surge, and his whole body seemed to be boiling.

Different from the previous one where he was the main/leader, Wen Nianyuan now turned the guest into the main, completely controlling his whole body.

His skin was heating up, but the cell door was cold, one by one was on his back, cold and painful.

However, behind the prison door was Wen Nianyuan's warm flesh/body. The man had no intention of taking off/clothes/undressing/belt, but the high body temperature had already passed from under the fabric unstoppably, imprinted with a rough touch On the back of the seven strings.

The sound of gnawing and licking water echoed ambiguously in Qi Xian's ears, so close, so close that it could make people blush, and from the corner of their eyes, they caught a glimpse of the crimson tooth marks, full of oath and possession.

For a moment, Qi Xian felt that Wen Nianyuan wanted to bite him down and chew him up bite by bite, and eat him bite by bite, and then they could never be angry with each other again.

There is me in you, and you in me, fused with bone and blood, completely becoming one.

Qixian let out a j□j sound, not knowing whether it was because of pain or pleasure, Wen Nianyuan's heavy panting rang in his ears, and he felt that the other party's hand that was originally holding his waist began to move restlessly.

From the waist and abdomen up, they wandered all the way, the barrier of the prison door prevented them from making too much movement, but the suffocation of the confinement made people feel even more boiling.

That kind of taboo, unallowed, secret, hidden in the dark corner without sunlight, love and desire, like the flower of evil blooming in the dark night, has the color of bright blood and mysterious fragrance.

Wen Nianyuan pinched the dogwood on his chest relentlessly, and the seven strings trembled and fell into the air tremblingly, sweet and seductive.

Wen Nianyuan's tongue was sticky and moist as he licked the hickeys he personally carved on Qi Xian one by one, but he never stopped the movement of the two bright red dogwoods.

He roughly kneaded and pulled the two small fruits, accompanied by the unbearable and occasionally raised jjj sounds of the seven strings, making them bloom irresistibly in the cold air, with a slight trembling.

Qi Xian gasped, he knew that this time he would not be able to regain the initiative from the furious Wen Nianyuan, but in that unquestionable gentle expression, he heard the joyful echo from the bottom of his heart.

"Wen Nianyuan...you...crazy." Panting for breath, he tried to stretch his body, tilting his head back, trying to get closer to the body behind him without any gaps, while speaking intermittently, with passion/desire/sensation The voice seemed to be coquettish.

Wen Nianyuan didn't answer, and tore Qixian's clothes completely, and the two hugged tightly through the cold fence that was stained with human body temperature.

His hand left the bright red flower on Qixian's chest, and moved slowly along Qixian's waistline bit by bit, sliding between the two peaks in a leisurely manner, patiently searching for secrets.

Qi Xian bit her lip, feeling her younger brother's enthusiasm, a little wandering and vaguely thinking, this man's technique seems to be much better than the first time, did he find someone else to practice with?

"Hmm...you!" Qixian suddenly took a breath, a sensitive part of his body was touched ruthlessly, and he couldn't help feeling soft all over.

This is not the time when he is riding on Wen Nianyuan, he can lean on him, he can't see everything about the man behind him, only the dark and damp prison in front of him.

In such a narrow space, Wen Nianyuan circled around the iron bars with one hand and held his body firmly, preventing him from escaping at all, while the other hand ruthlessly stirred the place that made his muscles and bones weak, touching it over and over again. Touch his faltering passion/desire.

Qixian heard her own voice, ecstatic and shameful, echoing in this small room with nowhere to escape.

Suddenly he felt empty in his body, Wen Nianyuan withdrew his fingers, there was something bigger and hotter lingering between his two mounds, slowly probing, but always refusing to give a pleasure.

It was the first time he discovered that Wen Nianyuan was so annoying.

However, this kind of torture has a special taste, itching and unbearable, just like everything in this world, life, old age, sickness and death are suffering, and resentment is resentment for parting with love.

Floating life, in fact, we should pity the present most, just let him go around and see the morning and evening, and covet the joy of this moment.

This pain and pleasure can be so clear, deep, hot, strong, and breathtaking.

He stretched out his hand, and held the strong and powerful hand around his waist, guiding him all the way down, touching his desire/desire that was already hard/wet and high-spirited, no need to look at it, everything was By instinct.

Wen Nianyuan quickly grasped the source of Qixian's desire/desire, and at the same time, he finally pushed his enthusiasm into Qixian's body until it didn't end, all he wanted was a pleasure.

Qi Xian trembled, and felt that the thing in his mouth was ferocious and flamboyant, strong and crazy, barely giving him any time to react, it had already started to slam into it forcefully, driving his body to sway together, rubbing over and over again The iron bars that are clearly tactile.

Separated by a prison gate, their bodies are closely connected. This strange feeling arouses a desire to restrain and break free, as if it is not the prison that binds them at this moment, but the entire world of three thousand people.

And what they want to struggle to escape is not a prison gate, but the whole world.

The seven-stringed intuition is hearty, this painful and happy feeling makes people want to go crazy, want to go on like this, sink into the great passion/desire, regardless of all the wind and rain outside the body.

"Press harder... Mmm..." He panted and asked, expressing his wish happily, Wen Nian could imagine the expression on his heart-shattering face eager to have fun without even looking at him.

"Of course." He licked Qixian's earlobe, slowly pulled/drawn himself out, and then pushed/pushed hard, at that moment he and Qixian let out pleasant gasps at the same time.

The author has something to say: Actually, Xiao Qi, you are a masochist, right...what the hell am I the masochist?Definitely not! Mouth! o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓[Slapping the table and laughing!]