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Fu Xiru obediently was helped to the side hall.

After he was drunk, he was always very obedient, he didn't talk much, and he let himself be arranged, Wei Liao felt his palms warm when he thought of him with his eyes downcast and motionless, sat alone for a while, then stood up, and went to the side hall.

The music is gone, but the lingering sound seems to have not been exhausted.Wei Liao walked briskly, and when he entered the side hall as if nothing had happened, it happened that Fu Xiru was the only one inside.

He frowned and leaned against the head of the bed, the hair crown has been taken off, I don't know if it was done by himself or by the maid, it is placed on the side of the pillow, the hair is pouring like silk and satin, against the dim sunlight, it is simply beautiful Appreciating people is like a picture of a drunk lying beauty, which is a jade-faced Shura.

There was a light blue curtain beside him, and he was raising his hand to open the tightly wrapped neckline.Since the clothes are put on layer by layer, it is certainly not easy to tear them apart at once. The harder the effort, the more obvious the displeasure on Fu Xiru's face.

The sound of Wei Liao coming in didn't disturb him, and he still opened the thick neckline with one hand as if no one else was there. He raised his head, and at a glance, Wei Liao saw the clues of the slender scar with the collarbone down.It seemed that he really had more than one injury on his face.

There was a wind blowing the iron horse on the eaves outside, and there was a vague clanging sound after closing the door. Wei Liao was not disturbed at all, and subconsciously walked forward lightly, as if being discovered by Fu Xiru would make him regret it, or scare him back. of.

When he got close, Fu Xiru noticed him.Drunkenness will only make him dull, it will not make him lose his judgment, Wei Liao stopped when he was caught by those eyes rippling with indescribable water waves.He saw something familiar and strange from these eyes, and he looked at Fu Xiru without saying a word, as if he had never looked at Fu Xiru carefully.

The side hall was also very warm. Fu Xiru's vision became blurred as soon as the smell of alcohol evaporated. Wei Liao knew that he was not sober now. After looking at him for a while, he finally relaxed, half bent down, and called him softly: "Qin Sun?"

Between them, when they are alone, they seldom call each other names or characters. Most of the time, they don’t need to call each other, and the other party knows that they are talking to themselves.Calling a person by their name is always a very intimate thing, but this opportunity is not much for them.

Wei Liao thought of Fu Xiru's meaningful hug when he first came back, and Fu Xiru's call at that time, his ears were warm.

Weiyang.

He doesn't like being called that, only Fu Xiru is sometimes an exception.

When he made a sound, Fu Xiru's attention slowly came to focus, and he looked at him in a daze. For a moment, Wei Liao forgot what he wanted to say just now. Before he could gather his thoughts, Fu Xiru hugged him.

It's so strange, this is the first time Fu Xiru has been so intimate with him since he came back.

Wei Liao couldn't help but think of Fu Xiru's decree before he returned to Beijing, and he couldn't sleep that night, full of absurd and arrogant fantasies.

They used to get along with each other, even in places where they shouldn't be. Fu Xiru has become so complicated to him, but to the most authentic level, it still makes him boil with desire.He is completely different from everyone else. Although the privilege is given by Wei Liao himself, the feeling is his own texture, hard, meticulous, and forbearing, but there is infinite enthusiasm and madness underneath. People simply cannot not be attracted.

Desires cannot be hidden, delusion is the truth.

Wei Liao doesn't want to admit that he has learned to restrain his desires in his life. The surface is calm and the wind is light, but the wind is surging, and the inside of the body is like a tsunami. Come.

This is simply a joke and contempt for him.

Even if he is not the emperor, he is still a proud and spoiled person. This kind of truth is like a shackle that binds his hands and feet.

Wei Liao was hugged, and he didn't realize that he had thought so much, and he didn't realize that Fu Xiru was skillfully untying his belt, and the jade belt was thrown on the ground. It was only with a loud sound that he woke up and looked at it subconsciously. Looking at the carpet, he glanced at Fu Xiru again.

A gust of wind blew in from behind, Wei Liao turned his head, and saw a trembling little maid holding a water basin at the door in a dilemma.

He didn't want to disturb Fu Xiru and wake him up, so he had no choice but to frighten her with his eyes.After all, the palace lady was serving the imperial court, so it was not too useless, she put down the basin tremblingly, turned her head and ran out, and closed the door by the way.

After such a short time, Wei Liao had no choice but to reach out to wrap his arms around the mid laner, so as not to be stripped naked by Fu Xiru.

He didn't seem to want to strip Wei Liao naked, but just stretched out his hand to push away Wei Liao's chest, revealing Wei Liao's chest.

Then he leaned up, closed his eyes, and put his arms around Wei Liao's waist, he couldn't get up or down, and with his fiery breath and slightly trembling eyelashes, Wei Liao was not sure what he was going to do.

The middle sheet is snow-white, with two spots of cherry-like red protruding from it. Fu Xiru's hair is scattered like black ink, and it just falls here, cool. He tilted his head and took one in. Wei Liao looked up. He began to bite his lip, thinking in confusion.

It had been too long since he had been touched, so he couldn't bear it, and almost cried out.In fact, Wei Liao himself couldn't figure out what would happen if he really called out, but he subconsciously restrained himself, even restraining the heaving of his chest, but let Fu Xiru continue, and even couldn't help guessing what he was going to do.

Fu Xiru's fingers were hot, but his movements were very slow. After stripping his mid laner, there was almost no movement.Wei Liao wanted to back away, but couldn't move, so he slowly raised his hand and put it on the back of his neck, wanting to call Qin Sun again, when Fu Xiru spoke.

As if sighing: "Weiyang..."

Wei Liao trembled slightly.

They seem to be in different time and space.What Fu Xiru was facing was the young and naive King Langya in his teens, and what Wei Liao was facing was this Fu Xiru who had a scar across his face, and everything was different.

Should have sighed.

Wei Liao swallowed hard, agreed to him, and rubbed his thick, dense hair roots with excellent texture.

Without saying anything else, Fu Xiru called him again.

Wei Liao couldn't help feeling that his heart was so soft that it was all the past time and Fu Xiru's determination to promise anything.He himself is often lonely, conscious of having nothing, nothing to give up, and nothing to promise him—if he hadn't become the emperor.

He swallowed back all the answers and promises, and gently stroked Fu Xiru's face.

The man leaning on his chest was as docile as a handsome horse, with thick black and slender eyelashes, like a falling window, with thin red cheeks, spreading all the way to the chest exposed after the loose neckline, Wei Liao couldn't help touching him His hair, cheeks, neck, the anxiety and longing in his body were like a fire, but his heart was suddenly at peace.

Wei Liao didn't know how to react. He was about to be burned to death, and he felt comforted by Fu Xiru's unconscious meekness. This was a scoundrel, bastard, and shameless exchange.He hasn't got anything yet!

He has never been a person who knows the feeling of satiety, but satiety is too subtle and too erratic.

Fu Xiru's arm hugging him was not tight, but Wei Liao couldn't break free. He repeatedly thought about how to make this matter from being unconsciously drunk to having sex after drinking, but he couldn't help but feel that this was not bad.

Too much chaos, but too little hugs, Fu Xiru is now indulging in the past, calling him in the same tone as calling a child, and there is nothing wrong with that.

Wei Liao was amazed at his tenderness and how easy he was to be comforted. He wanted to see Fu Xiru's eyes, so he raised his chin and looked at him. After a while, he lowered his head. Anyway, anything he did after drinking would be punished. The courage to forget sticks to Fu Xiru's lips.

Once this matter started, it became very easy. Fu Xiru reacted slowly at first, and Wei Liao pinched his chin before he began to cater.

There was a strong wind outside, the iron horse was flying, Wei Liao's clothes were messed up, he was hugged and rolled onto the bed for some reason, and fell into the soft silk brocade.The curtain fell down at some point, blocking the sunlight, and Wei Liao was covered by his hair. He wanted to stretch out his hand, but Fu Xiru pressed him under him. He became dizzy from the steam, so he had no choice but to lie down like this for the time being, and let him do whatever he wanted.

Fu Xiru stood up on top of him, pulled down the other curtain, and when he turned his head, Wei Liao leaned on the pillow and looked at him, the faint blue light flashed in his eyes, his messy hair slanted across his chest, and his hands were entwined. It's in the sleeve and can't be pulled out for a while.

Wei Liao's anxious look was a bit cute and naive, like a child who didn't want to, Fu Xiru leaned down to hug him again, Wei Liao immediately forgot what made him unhappy, and let him do what he wanted. Touch the back of the waist to the inside.

The material is smooth white silk, soft and smooth, but the hand feel is not at all comparable to the soft flesh that Fu Xiru pinched. He tightened his fingers and rubbed it slightly, and Wei Liao hugged his shoulder with one hand and moaned.

His stamina has always been insufficient, and he quickly lost his mind when he was stimulated, pinching his shoulder and bossing him around: "Go further... um..."

In fact, wantonness in the bed curtain is not considered bad, but Wei Liao likes to endure it, until he can't bear it anymore, his eyes are red and he wants to cry, but he forgets to hold back, so he is willing to speak smoothly.There are two reasons for Fu Xiru to follow him. One is that it is very interesting to watch him lose his temper gradually, and the other is that he looks pitiful and cute when he endures it.

Now that he has grown up, the taste in the account is only richer, but there is no big change.

Fu Xiru didn't listen to him, and just rubbed the small piece of flesh.Wei Liao couldn't stand this kind of rubbing. After a while, he couldn't bite his lips anymore. He turned to bite his ear, rubbed it twice with a painful force, and then turned to bite other places bitterly. The anti-drunk Fu Xiru just turned his head away, and his mouth had to be gagged, even his breathing was blocked.

His hand was clasped on the pillow again, and he subconsciously struggled twice. He seemed to be dissatisfied with Fu Xiru's desire to control, but then he forgot about it and gradually closed his eyes.

When a candle is suddenly lit in the dark night, everything floating in the dark has to show its shape.Wei Liao couldn't help but feel embarrassed, but also confident, his whole body was excited, looking forward to when the next step would start.

He knew too well what Fu Xiru could give him, his throat was thirsty, his skin was itchy, like a snake about to shed its skin, just waiting for a pleasant rain.

The desire for power will eventually withdraw from the place of shooting in front of such desires.

After the kiss that seemed to be lingering until death, Wei Liao lost consciousness and gasped for a while before remembering who he was, where he was, and what he was doing. He threw off the last piece of clothing on his body, hooked Fu Xiru's waist, and trembling with one hand Going to untie his clothes, wrapping his other arm around his neck, not letting him leave his body, he asked softly, dripping hot honey, "What exactly do you want? Do I have what you want?"

Fu Xiru took a bite on his neck, and he was gentle, but he didn't speak, it almost made Wei Liao think that he was sober, so he raised his head to stare at him.

Wei Liao unexpectedly saw undisguised affection.

Fu Xiru rubbed against his face, seeming to have infinite sadness: "I want you, will you give it?"

A word stuck in his throat, Wei Liao couldn't say anything.

He felt cold all over, and he woke up almost instantly, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his body, cooling his heart.

He can't say give.

Perhaps there is nothing left for Wei Young now, but it is precisely because of this that all he has is the "emperor". If this thing is given to someone, how can he live?

Fortunately, Fu Xiru is drunk, and he will not remember if he doesn't speak, let alone be disappointed. What Wei Liao can empathize with is his sadness that came from nowhere—perhaps brought back from Youzhou .

They are no longer on the same road, or have never had the same road.

The fire in Wei Liao's heart turned into a pool of mottled wet spots, it was ashes, and it was also a desire that was extinguished before it was fully burned.

He actually wanted to say something, but Fu Xiru fell down with his arms around him, and fell asleep beside his pillow.

Wei Liao had no choice but to close his eyes. He thought he would not fall asleep too quickly, but when he woke up, it was dark and Fu Xiru had already left the palace.

He opened his eyes in the dimness, got up quietly and put on the bed, picked up the scattered clothes and dressed himself, then opened the door, walked under the winter sky, looked up at the gray sky in the palace city, and turned back Glancing at the closed palace door, he subconsciously licked the corners of his lips.

It was bitten by Wei Liao.

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