Shield Dragon

([-]) Love is hard to control

The person who came was the one that Jin yesterday Huan and Qing Xiao discussed, Duan Tong, a disciple of Qianlong.

Qing Xiao was in Duan Tong's arms, feeling a little dizzy, and couldn't distinguish what was in front of her eyes, she could only vaguely hear Jin Yuhuan say, "Farewell."

The weather was hot and dry, and gradually a fishy smell spread into Qingxiao's nose, which was caused by blood spreading in the air.

Qing Xiaosu didn't like the smell of blood, and it was even more uncomfortable because her whole body was soft but inexplicably hot, so she struggled in Duan Tong's arms, letting out some gasps intermittently, which made Duan Tong a little confused measures.

They are all young men with strong blood, and Qingxiao's body temperature is abnormally hot. Duan Tong obviously didn't have Zhongning's tricks, and he felt something was wrong. His face flushed like Qingxiao in his arms, and he breathed Somewhat short.

Duan Tong didn't dare to look at Qingxiao again, all the obscene images that he had thought about over and over again when he was hindered by the demons during the retreat in the past few days came to his mind.

He and Qingxiao were the targets of the unrestrained, ups and downs over and over again.

Duan Tong has never thought before that, deep in his heart, there is actually such a shameless desire to be with a man, and this man is also his junior.

Thinking of this, Duan Tong could no longer calm down, everything around him seemed to be quiet, but only Qing Xiao did not, Qing Xiao's panting did not disappear as the wind stopped, but became clearer, more provocative and hotter. Duan Tong's eardrums.

At this time, Qing Xiao's consciousness was as dizzy as his head, and his body seemed to be roasted on fire. He always felt that he needed something but didn't know what he needed.

But he still has an extremely clear understanding that now his senior brother Duan Tong is by his side.

He is now with his senior brother.

This clear cognition made Qing Xiao feel at ease, even though the things in front of him were shaking irregularly, even though his body felt uncomfortable like burning.

As if to further confirm this cognition, Qing Xiao stretched out her hand to touch Duan Tong's face, and smiled silently.

At this moment, even if Duan Tong can restrain himself again, he doesn't want to restrain himself anymore.

What comes from the collapse of reason is a moment of happiness, and after the moment of happiness, what will be ushered in, no longer allows Duan Tong to think about it.

His clothes were half-faded and piled around his waist.

Half of Qing Xiao's body was exposed to the mountain wind, her eyes were still dark, her head was still dizzy, but she clearly and sensitively endured Duan Tong's warm tongue covering the skin blown by the mountain wind, which was different from the cold outside. The pleasure made him tremble but also afraid.

When Duan Tong cut in slowly, Qing Xiao was sober and voluntarily accepted.

He heard Duan Tong whispering that sentence in his ear with his earlobe in his mouth, and he heard it very clearly.

It turned out that it was not his wishful thinking.

It turns out that he is not the only one who harbors a forbidden feeling, a disobedience to human ethics, and an unspeakable desire.

It turned out that his brother Duan Tong was the same as himself.

The pain in the body was far less than the joy that kept pouring out of her heart, Qing Xiao unconsciously put her legs around Duan Tong's waist, and leaned forward a little, wanting to see Duan Tong's expression now.

As soon as the hardness of Duan Tong's lower body entered Qingxiao's body, he felt warm and tight, which was very useful. With Qingxiao's movements, he felt more pleasure.

He leaned against the flute, and under the entangled hair came a water-stained sound that was more lewd than in the dream.

When Duan Tongqingxiao and Duan Tongqingxiao were in full swing, Jinyue Huan had already reached the foot of the mountain, looking back at a certain place in the Wuming Mountain, and said to himself, "The fog is hidden in the hidden dragon..." Yang Xiao "Qing Xiao, you owe me another favor this time." After extinguishing the lantern in his hand, the slender and tall figure walked away alone under the night.

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