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Wei Liao actually didn't think about whether he could keep Fu Xiru tonight, let alone what he could do if he stayed.It's just that he is seldom rejected, and he doesn't want to be left alone after being interrogated by Fu Xiru, and he doesn't want Fu Xiru to be alone.

Now at least it was clear to him that it was not a good idea to keep the two of them apart, there was no such thing as calm and it would only breed more emptiness, hatred, and boredom.

But he also didn't think about the fact that Fu Xiru grabbed his hair and pressed him on the bed. Even though Fu Xiru had always had many privileges for him, this matter was too much.He kept trembling, but because of Fu Xiru's rubbing, he became extremely calm, and felt that he could bear it for a while.

He didn't know if it was because of Fu Xiru, or because he had suppressed it for too long, so that this posture was not too difficult.

Fu Xiru didn't speak, and he didn't have time to speak, only the sound of heavy panting, a drop of sweat from the corner of Fu Xiru's temples to the back of his clasped hands, Wei Liao looked over subconsciously, and saw the drop of water flowing down, wet A crumpled brocade list.

He trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind, felt wronged for no reason, and said like a child: "I hurt."

This pain was not that pain, Fu Xiru loosened his grip, and Wei Liao immediately fell down against the bed, clutching his stomach and panting.The sweaty back of his neck was stroked by a hot palm, and his back undulated gently like a stream of water, catering to this rare tenderness.

Fu Xiru's eyes fell on his two strong buttocks that were still stretched out, and he saw Wei Liao twisted his legs and curled up under him, like a fluffy little girl who was nailed in place by an arrow. fox.It is a kind of helpless obedience.

The unreasonable anger suddenly dissipated.

Fu Xiru sighed, withdrew from his body, pulled the sheet casually to wrap him up, leaned over and brushed away his wet long black hair, and looked at his expression: "Bathing?"

Wei Liao turned his head slowly, a pearl shone from the glistening tear stains on his face, it fell into his temples and disappeared.He broke free from the messy brocade sheet by himself, stretched out his hand to hook Fu Xiru's neck, and said rustlingly, "En."

Both of them were exhausted enough, and Fu Xiru didn't bother to tell him not to act like a baby, but resigned to his fate and carried him into the Tangquan.

Ziqiong prepared for a rainy day and prepared hot water, so she didn't have to disturb too many people in the middle of the night.Fu Xiru hugged Wei Liao with both hands, so Wei Liao stretched out his hand to push away the soft red gauze, and let them inside.

As soon as he raised his hand, he found that he had been bitten on his forearm. The bright red tooth marks fell on the indigo pattern. Mouth, then bite bleeding.

Wei Liao stared at the tooth mark for a long time, stunned, and felt hot again.

Fu Xiru waded down the water, and saw lotus lanterns floating on the water, as well as snow-white fragrant flowers, brightly illuminated by red candles, the scene was so familiar that it gave people a headache.

Once he got out, he quickly calmed down, put Wei Liao on the steps in the water, and was ready to go up.

Staying in the same space as Wei Liao is really dangerous. Losing control is the next thing. What is more frightening is that his inside has become hot and soft, as if it is full of wine that has been brewing for a long time, just waiting to pour out, everything else It's not important anymore, only the sky is dark and the earth is dark.

It's not good and it shouldn't be.

Wei Liao looked up at him suspiciously, and actually grabbed a lock of his wet hair: "Leave it."

He said this sentence like a familiar order, but at this moment, Fu Xiru had the courage to disobey orders, and it was not Wei Liao's attitude that made him vacillate.

It's his wet eyes and the cinnabar marks on his body.

Fu Xiru didn't have skin-to-skin relationships with too many people. On the one hand, Wei Liao's jealousy was extremely strong, and on the other hand, when Wei Liao wasn't jealous, he didn't care about it.The strange thing is that Wei Liao's desire is also his desire.

It may be loyalty, or it may be perversion.

"I'm tired."

They just looked at each other ambiguously, and Fu Xi subconsciously told the truth.

Wei Liao looked up at him, then grabbed his hand, squeezed his five fingers into his, and pulled towards him: "Sit down."

This time Fu Xiru didn't bother to speak, and sat down as he wanted, a white flower stuck to his hair, Wei Liao reached out to pick it off, crushed it into juice between his fingers, and gently poured it into warm water.

Fu Xiru closed his eyes, and leaned against the pool wall to breathe slowly, calmly, as if the previous rage was just a dream.

He was really tired, like a cloud of gray smoke from the inside out, enveloping him, so that he let go of love and hate, and didn't think about anything.Wei Liao didn't speak, and he didn't even think about the fact that he hasn't softened up.

Maybe it's because the truth has been told too much tonight, Wei Liao didn't want to talk, so he washed the sweat off his body with water and turned to look at Fu Xiru.

He seemed to be asleep, his chest rose and fell slowly, his expression was calm, his thick and long eyelashes fell, like a door closed to him.

He groped under the water, but Fu Xiru quickly held his hand down. Wei Liao didn't back down, just got up, straddled Fu Xiru's lap, stared into his eyes, and asked, "Take it slowly this time."

Fu Xiru sighed, wrapped his arms around his waist, and kneaded his pampered buttocks: "It still hurts?"

The previous time was not good at all, they were not comfortable enough, Wei Liao was indulging in pleasure, how could he let it go, put his arms around his shoulders to test how to clamp him properly, and at the same time repeated his request: "Slow down."

Fu Xiru opened his already flushed entrance, pushed it in forcefully, and smiled a little at the corner of his mouth: "Is that so?"

A cry of surprise was stuck in his throat, Wei Liao subconsciously grabbed his shoulders and froze, not daring to move.

Of course it wasn't like this, but Wei Liao was invaded again under the hot water fumigation, and Wei Liao couldn't speak. Fu Xiru opened his stiff fingers, let him wrap his neck around his neck, and reached out to touch Wei Liao's soft entrance: "It hurts here?"

Wei Liao let out a broken choked sob, hid his face in his chest, bit his lips and did not speak.

Fu Xiru backed out slowly, feeling Wei Liao's thighs clamped tightly, wriggling unbearably on top of him, and pushed in hard again.

This time Wei Liao had no choice but to call out.

The surface of the water was empty, and his tearful ending lingered.

Wei Liao gasped for breath before answering him: "It doesn't hurt." He moved his buttocks and repeated: "It really doesn't hurt."

Indeed, compared with pain, at this moment he is more keenly aware of another kind of perception, urging him to seek sex, and making him give up resisting, hanging his head and curling up in Fu Xiru's arms, forgetting about the storm just now Yes, the night felt extremely long.

Fu Xiru lifted him up, and Wei Liao subconsciously hugged him even tighter, whispering in his ear: "I feel bad, I miss you...don't leave..."

This request to stay is obviously not to ask Fu Xijin to stay tonight.He was clearly the one who expelled Fu Xiru from Beijing, but now it seems that it was a parting decision jointly decided by both parties, more like he was the one who was abandoned.

Turn black and white.

Fu Xiru didn't say yes, or say no, but ran through Wei Liao's hair with five fingers, and stroked his shoulder, so that Wei Liao had to grind on him, twisting and turning, greedy for a moment of joy. happy.

If I hadn't lost my temper, I probably wouldn't have this moment.Fu Xiru looked back, even thinking of that frivolous red note, and also of Wei Liao's crappy love poem.In the past ten years, they were naturally close, even the closest in the world. Now it is so difficult to separate.

This is clearly logical.

The water waves were gentle, Fu Xiru's movements were also gentle, and the inexplicable dark fire in Wei Liao's body suppressed, hissing and licking his veins, but like a tamed beast, it roared lowly on his chest, not enough And obedient.

Fu Xiru turned his face and kissed his drenched hair, rubbed his fingers gently on the scalp, Wei Liao was almost coaxed to close his eyes and fell asleep, and hung on the edge of the bank that was about to burst, holding Fu Xiru's mouth On his shoulders, he groped for several scars on his upper body, half-opened and half-closed his eyes, waiting for the last moment.

Almost like many of his dreams.

Wei Liao whispered: "Don't go, just hate me, don't go..."

He repeated it several times before Fu Xiru realized that this was an exchange, if you hate him, stay.

All of a sudden, ice, snow and flames flowed across his limbs at the same time. I can't say what kind of feeling it was, as if the flowers and thorns from the past fell on him at the same time, and it seemed that Wei Liao had transformed from this cold and weird emperor into a king overnight. I took a silkworm cocoon, snow-white, brand new, naked and innocent, in exchange for a little companionship, I would rather spin the silk to death.

Opening his mouth so easily was not like the emperor Fu Xiru was familiar with recently.

It's just that who would exchange like this?Although clichéd, Fu Xiru also had to sigh sadly, if I knew today, why bother?

If this sentence is really useful, it should be regarded as a standard by everyone, and perhaps it should be like new snow from beginning to end, leaving nothing behind, taking nothing away, happening nothing, and overriding nothing.

He sighed again, Wei Liao blushed all over, raised his head lazily to look at him, ignorantly met his soft lips, clasped his hands again, pressed Fu Xiru's chest unconsciously, and slowly closed his eyes.

As lips and tongue rubbed together, Wei Liao closed his eyes and trembled, grunted and turned his head away.

The sky has turned blue, in fact, there are not many hours left in the night.Fu Xiru washed Wei Liao, dried him, and carried him out. The bedding on the bed outside had been changed, and the lights had been turned on, as if nothing had happened just now, and all traces had been erased.

Fu Xiru had stopped thinking about leaving, but Wei Liao still remembered to hold his hand.He couldn't open his eyes anymore, and dragged him onto the couch in a daze, as if he was pulling him to sit down.

While falling asleep, there was the sound of the dawn outside, Wei Liao turned over, covered his ears and slipped into Fu Xiru's arms, and fell asleep almost immediately.

Fu Xiru also closed his eyes, and greeted the long-lost peace.