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In fact, Wei Liao is not good at hands.This can be seen at a glance, and has nothing to do with his superiority, he doesn't like to do it himself.But one day in a man's life, he will use force to get his lover, whether it is through fighting or robbing.

He really tried to persuade Fu Xiru to stay with violence, but it made Fu Xiru lose his mind. He just thought it was absurd and ridiculous for a while.It really doesn't take much effort to overthrow Wei Liao, he can be regarded as someone who has fought in battle, even if his right hand can't do fine work, it is still very easy to restrain Wei Liao who has no actual combat experience.

At this time, no one cared about the distinction between monarch and minister, manners and face. Fu Xiru just wanted to cut off Wei Liao's entanglement thoughts and leave as soon as possible from this deep and quiet place like the bottom of the sea, but Wei Liao didn't know where he came from. In any case, he couldn't be asked to leave his thoughts like abandoning him like this.

They entangled for a while, Wei Liao was too strong, and Fu Xiru couldn't hurt him, so it took a lot of effort to break free from his restraint, and almost immediately felt the unbearable and childishness of the scene, and the chaotic emotions in it were even overwhelmed. Tossed aside.

Fu Xiru also knew that he had lost control. In fact, if he could, he really wanted to beat Wei Liao hard. He had this kind of thought before. If Wei Liao had to say that there was something missing in his life, it should be severe. Demanding and beating.

But he shouldn't be the one who demands that Wei Liao live up to a certain standard. He doesn't have the qualifications, and he shouldn't stretch his hand so far. Compared with the love between the two at the beginning, Wei Liao allowed him the farthest at the best time. place is farther.

He couldn't, and Wei Liao didn't dare either.

It was even more impossible now, one by one, he undid Wei Liao's naughty fingers wrapped around his waist, pushed him onto the bed, and looked back at him for the last time.

Wei Liao couldn't tell what kind of eyes it was, it was deep and heavy, it was the sky with rolling dark clouds, and the sea surface under the violent long wind, he had never seen the sea, but he was very clear about the gloomy sky, he couldn't help but Thinking of a rainstorm once, he sat on the porch and watched it, thinking of how many rainy days a person will encounter in his life, and there are very few people who can watch it with others.

Later, Ziqiong called out in surprise, and he realized that he had already walked down. Standing in the palace garden and looking around, he could only see the vast rain curtain as heavy as iron, and he could hardly open his eyes. In fact, he saw nothing, only endless , the chill that seeps into the bones.

Because of this, he knew Fu Xiru's eyes.But this is different from the icy rain. It is so hot that it curls up unconsciously, and it seems to contain a lot of pain. He can't believe it. This is Fu Xiru's feelings for him.

This shocking sight almost made Wei Liao feel a feeling of being burned from the top of his head to his toes, leaving nothing light and light, and it also made him feel that this is actually being filled, like a rhizome aroused by rain, in the ground A silent extension.

The fullness at that moment made Wei Liao unable to think about anything, the tense wrists and arms were relieved, and Fu Xiru felt his slackness, and Fu Xiru didn't want to know if he had given in and let go of his hands to leave.

As soon as the force holding him back left, Wei Liao remained calm as usual, glanced at the nearby furnishings behind Fu Xiru, knelt up and leaned out of the bed, grabbed his collar, and pulled him back.

This kind of intransigence really consumes one's patience, Fu Xiru is almost furious, he doesn't like to lose his temper, because many things in the world can be solved without him losing his temper, anger gets in the way, but Wei Liao is so self-willed, repeatedly Ignoring his determination again and again and trying to make him follow his will, he has to let his cold anger burn himself repeatedly.

Wei Liao was caught off guard by this move, but his heart was clear, he simply straddled Fu Xiru's waist, pressed him down with his own weight, tried to look down into his eyes, and look at his eyes again.

He didn't know what he was looking for, but his mood was similar to seeing the scars on Fu Xiru's face for the first time. He was surprised and unexpectedly ecstatic, which made him unable to restrain his mind, and he was simply fascinated and yearning.

Fu Xiru did not evade, and was meeting his inquiry, but there was nothing in his eyes, only boredom and indifference.

He was probably tired.

In fact, Wei Liao still hasn't recovered from Fu Xiru's questioning just now. He doesn't even know whether he is so persistent because he finally got what he wanted, or because he didn't want to let it go for a while. Fu Xiru, who had lost his temper, left.

Even he couldn't figure out what he was thinking, and Fu Xiru naturally didn't know even more. Confused disputes and confrontations are the most useless and necessary, but what's even more unnecessary than this is Wei Liao's act of smashing the night as clear as glass .

He really didn't know it would come to this point.

He thought that Fu Xiru might be willing to reveal his hatred for him, that would be much better than silence, but he never thought that it would be like this, that there would be so many, that it would be so broken, that it would seem irreparable, only each other was left The memories that can no longer be reproduced in between, and the boundless emptiness, even the line of sight does not know where to fall.

He didn't expect that he would be unable to fight back.

Wei Liao was stunned, but Fu Xiru reached out and pinched his waist, asking him to get up from his body.He half raised his body, and the posture changed. Wei Liao almost immediately wrapped his arms around his waist and hugged his back tightly: "Qin Sun..."

His voice was soft, low and soft, with unconscious flattery, as if he wanted to pester him to take him out, or bring him something in, rather than to eliminate years of resentment.Fu Xiru numbly pushed him, but Wei Liao's clothes had already slipped to his waist, he was smooth and wet, a thin layer of sweat was evenly spread on his thin waist, and spread with the trajectory of his force , is a salty taste that suddenly appears in the mouth.

In an instant, Fu Xiru heard Wei Liao's breathing change, and his strength became more and more like a lingering embrace, rather than a boundless restraint. Wei Liao straightened up, clinging to his abdomen, and the hard thing straightened. It was hot and restless on his stomach.

Wei Liao's mind changed, he grabbed Fu Xiru's lapel, rubbed it vigorously, and pulled the piece of fabric off his body.

Fu Xiru hadn't compromised yet, and was trying to grab his knees and separate his clenched legs that wouldn't let go.

Wei Liao bit the flesh of his chest and began to devour it forcefully.

Pain rises with fire.

Fu Xiru's chest rose and fell rapidly, and Wei Liao almost got a clear indication. He seized the time and forcefully tore off the remaining fabric on Fu Xiru's body, relaxed the strength on his legs for a while, and was immediately pushed back onto the bed again.Before he had time to cling to Fu Xiru, he was pushed and turned around, lying on the messy bed.

Fu Xiru leaned down, breathing hot, and took a hard bite on the back of his neck. One of them thought he saw blood, and the other really tasted it.Wei Liao bit a piece of brocade, held back the pain, and almost let the situation continue to get out of control.

Wei Liao was quickly stripped naked, but this time was the most painful. He couldn't count how many times he was bitten, and whether all of them were bleeding. In the end, he didn't care about his dignity and face, and whispered sobbed.

Fu Xiru didn't say a word, neither comforted him nor questioned him, but rubbed his soft abdomen and chest vigorously, but it didn't mean to enjoy, it just made him feel uncomfortable.Wei Liao tried to struggle, but this time he didn't need any restraints at all. Fu Xiru cut his wrist behind his back, so hard that Wei Liao suspected that bruises had been left. It seemed that he had completely forgotten restraint and would not feel sorry for him anymore. .

It was too early to come in, and none of them thought of what kind of ointment to use. Maybe Fu Xiru didn't forget, but just didn't want to. Wei Liao endured the pain with his back arched, feeling that he couldn't be more wronged.

He was in excruciating pain, but the deep longing made him endure even more unspeakably, and he even hoped that Fu Xiru would not be such an inch-by-inch grind, but just have a good time, come in with force, and let him completely accept this scene in the end.

Perhaps it was because the commotion inside was too loud, and the slave who was watching the night outside finally couldn't bear it any longer. He lay on the door and called cautiously, "Your Majesty? Are you all right?"

It is a risk to do this kind of thing. If there is nothing going on inside and it is at a critical moment, it is easy to get offended if you disturb me rashly. But now Wei Liao doesn't have the energy to care about it. He took a few breaths before ordering as if nothing happened: "It's okay, let's get back."

This retreat is to leave the dormitory, stop listening.

After a while, Wei Liao guessed blankly that everyone had already left, and then gasped in a low voice, with sobs in his voice.

Fu Xiru pushed his hip hard, and he cried out as if dying.

The pain was really painful, but it was also really hot. There were sparks splattering at the joints. Wei Liao's flesh was tense, as hard as a stone, and had to be separated from it, torn in two, and it was difficult to accommodate. , and painfully let him quit, and then do it again.

The roots of his hair were soaked, two interlaced tooth marks were bitten on his lips, and tears hung from the corners of his eyes. He looked extremely pitiful and oppressed.

Fu Xiru didn't know how he got to this point, the so-called decisiveness hadn't been staged yet, but his body was the first to occupy it. His emotions were so complicated that he almost didn't want to touch Wei Liao with his palms, and wished he could cut open his chest and look inside. Are there any human viscera?

This made him despise himself, and he had to understand that they were all inseparable, and they were destined to be entangled long ago.

Wei Liao was wet and hot, both inside and outside were smooth and hot, with squeezed juice and crying, it was the most frantic and uncontrollable end to the night.Fu Xiru looked at the bright red scar she had imprinted on the back of his neck, and pressed her lips against it again.

He embraced this body, and as long as he stuck it to the flesh, he knew that his scars were healed and he forgot about the pain. Even if the internal defeat never got better, he had to admit that his hatred was vulnerable.

Wei Liao is right.

He is not arrogant, but keen, he has seen through Fu Xiru and the future long ago.

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Fu Xiru: When you have a powerful emperor lover, it becomes very difficult to break up completely.