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Wei Liao jumped into the burning flames almost recklessly.

He knew that he shouldn't be in this place at this time, and shouldn't do this kind of thing, but he couldn't bear it anymore, and was suppressed by Fu Xiru again, and fell to the corner of the dark corridor, with one hand hooking Fu Xiru's neck to prevent himself from slipping, The other hand still needs to be bitten into the mouth, so as not to make a sound that disturbs others. He raised his head and stared blankly at the bright moon in the sky, his mind was completely empty.

Fu Xiru parted his clenched teeth, took out his hand, and replaced it with his own lips.Wei Liao was gagged, let out a low choked sound, leaned closer to him, vaguely felt that he had touched something hard, but all his thoughts were shattered, unable to capture his own thoughts, only I feel that more juice has been squeezed out, and even my lower back is sweating.

It's hard to say where the confrontation is more intense, but the feeling of being fully controlled like this is too dangerous, as if you are about to kill, and it brings you the pleasure of dying.Wei Liao almost felt like he was floating in the air, his uniform seemed complete, but the pants underneath had been taken off, Fu Xiru buried his hands in his lower body, trying to squeeze out more sweet grunts and cries from his body over and over again. whimper.

This is far from enough, Wei Liao knew in his heart that he wished he could find a place right now, so that he could strip Fu Xiru naked and let him vent the evil and torture completely, but he couldn't.The smell of wine tasted on the tip of his tongue at the beginning has faded away, leaving only the fiery sweet flame, after he swallowed it all, his sanity has completely disappeared.

Wei Liao huddled in Fu Xiru's arms, clasped his shoulders tightly with his ten fingers, and said in a low voice: "Touch the back."

He was too clear about what he wanted, and he knew what to replace. Fu Xiru's blind reassurance was nothing more than a well-known torture, just waiting for him to speak.

Anyway, there is no restraint.

His eyes were full of sparkling water, and the waves were swaying. Looking at Fu Xiru, his lips were extremely bright, and he repeated: "I want it later."

Fu Xiru was like a wild beast crouching on him, staring at his lips that were pursed after he finished speaking, suddenly turned his head over, kissed him slowly, and poked behind him like a philanthropist.

It was always difficult at the beginning, Wei Liao took a deep breath, bit his lower lip, lowered his eyes and hid in Fu Xiru's arms.He may be a shameless person, but after all, he couldn't bear this direct and turbulent perception. Subconsciously, he only wanted to hide himself in a deserted place, but he had to let out a few words: "Slow... um..."

Then everything was hidden in the intertwined rapid breathing.

Fu Xiru rubbed his soft flesh, forcing him to spread his legs apart, rubbed his thumbs over the delicate skin on the inside of his thighs, motioning for him to spread it further, and then thrust two fingers together.

Wei Liao snorted, raised his head, a line of tears rolled down from the corner of his eyes, and he leaned over to kiss him.

After being hung up for such a long time, Wei Liao felt dizzy and groggy as soon as he entered, unable to care about anything.He was in a trance, thinking that there would be no one around, no entanglement in mundane affairs. At this time, Fu Xiru had already held his thighs, wrapped his arms around his waist, and fell on the soft bed, making him want to sleep. Why did this happen? Wronged, and so unsatisfactory.

He whimpered and cried, not paying attention, but very provocative.Fu Xiru had no choice but to offer his lips and tongue so that he could swallow the ecstatic cry so that no one would hear him. He searched around with his fingertips, so that Wei Liao could be temporarily appeased as soon as possible.

It was he who stirred up the frenzy, so he had no choice but to sacrifice himself to quell Wei Liao's impatience and turmoil.

At first it was just for a quick fight, but then things changed. Wei Liao was so kissed that he couldn't breathe, he had to turn his head to avoid it, and was forcefully pinched his chin, forced to meet him, and he couldn't escape no matter what.

He was swallowing more and more fingers, the bottom of which was wet and sticky. He only felt that this should be enough, but he was hungry and thirsty after all. Drowning, and wishing it was like drowning.

Fu Xiru had a peculiar smell. Wei Liao buried him deeply in his arms, and almost wanted to tear off his clothes to expose his chest, but his hands were weak and he couldn't spare any effort, so he just grabbed him messily, in a daze. There was a burst of dampness and heat in the ears, and two words reached my heart: "Wei Young..."

Wei Liao trembled, tightened Fu Xiru's fingers, and added some strength to his hand.

Fu Xiru continued softly, "Be obedient."

Wei Liao finally ushered in the long-awaited blankness, he hardly heard his own voice, he just subconsciously greeted Fu Xiru's kiss, closed his eyes and trembled, and let the frantic desire flow through his limbs and bones in the end. His ups and downs of emotions are all calm and smooth.

This can't even be said to be good or bad, it's what he had hoped for a long time ago.Fu Xiru was still kissing him, with warm palms leaning on the side of his face, holding his chin, and rubbing his ears, with warmth and lingering.

Wei Liao's eyelids seemed to be extremely heavy, and he finally understood what was the difference, which made him sleepless all night, always feeling like a light on his back.

Being emotional is really different.

He took a hasty breath and found that his voice was really rough: "Uh...why are you so clingy?"

It was clearly him who was clingy, and they all followed out of the hall, but at this moment he skillfully threw this name on Fu Xiru.

Fu Xiru didn't refute him verbally, but casually found a handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped the dirt on his lower body, at the same time, he gently touched his face with his body, and kissed him again like a seal.Wei Liao went limp and leaned against the wall, knowing that his face was flushed now, his majesty swept the floor, and he had no deterrent effect at all, so he smiled to himself and reached out to touch Fu Xiru's face without any effort.

In the end, there was a scar left on his palm, which was slightly raised, like a carving on white jade. Fu Xiru turned his head and pecked at his palm, and asked a question that was irrelevant and not romantic at all: "Is this What's wrong?"

It took Wei Liao a while to realize that he was asking about his scars. He lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes. He looked very obedient and lazy. He let Fu Xiru tidy up his clothes: "When shooting an arrow, the string broke, and I was hit by it. .”

In fact, he is not afraid of pain, nor is he afraid of scars, but he never knew that the skin on the palm of his hand would be so sensitive after the scars healed. Fu Xiru's light kiss made him tremble. You have to withdraw your hand.

However, he was held back and couldn't.

This place was quiet and peaceful, Wei Liao didn't want to go back, but he had to go back, blowing a gust of wind to cool down his boiling blood, and then went back with Fu Xiru one after the other.After all, he is the one who attracts the attention of all the people, and he should not be too willful. For some reason, Wei Liao knew that Fu Xiru didn't want to be accused of disrupting the government at all, so he knew that if he restrained himself a little, he would get it back tonight, so he fell. I don't feel bored either.

Fu Xiru quietly returned to the table after a while.His movement was like a small circle of ripples thrown into the calm lake, but Wei Liao could only sit on the throne and look at him with the end of his eyes, wondering whether he was uncomfortable or not.

I can't remember if Fu Xiru was as distraught and infatuated as he was just now.

He is used to being served, and he has long known that his own satisfaction is always unequal to others, but he just likes to see Fu Xiru be distracted by himself, it seems that this is different from other people's emotions, and it can make him feel from the bottom of his heart. It's enjoyable, and not offensive at all.

Frankly speaking, he likes everything on Fu Xiru, even if it's just like this, he still finds it interesting to glance at it casually, especially when they were actually doing such things in an unknown place just now.

Wei Liao didn't think it should be done, nor could he think about it.Unexpectedly, seeing the maid pouring wine for Fu Xiru, her cheeks were pink and her cheeks were agitated, but Zhi Yi sat alone and laughed.

He knew how many people coveted Fu Xiru, but he never thought that someone would snatch Fu Xiru away, and he was not angry at all. He felt more comfortable and happy when he smacked Fu Xiru, as if holding Fu Xiru on the tip of his tongue, licking his life over and over again. of.

Fu Xiru knew he was watching, but didn't look up.He wasn't drunk at all, he was just tired for a while, and he didn't bother to stretch any longer.There are too many things hidden in a person's heart, and too little he can really do, so he has no choice but to go with the flow and listen to the impulse and advice in his heart occasionally.

He really wanted to block Wei Liao and push him against the wall all the time, so he didn't have to attend tonight, but he just endured and endured, knowing clearly that it would not work.Yun Heng was still there, and there were too many people watching, this was clearly a crucial night for him, he couldn't just think about some crazy things, but instead forgot the purpose of forbearance for the past few years.

Wei Liao was sweet and soft, and he was tired of him habitually. He didn't notice anything wrong at all, and he didn't ask anything. It made him feel relieved, but he also felt lonely and mixed. Looking at Wei Liao again, it was inevitable. I feel like I have been working hard all day on the desk, and then I look back and see him sleeping soundly with a warm pillow on the high bed, which is not fair at all.

Although he shouldn't have such an idea at all.

Wei Liao was not the only one who was looking at Fu Xiru, the even more unreserved one was the Jiedu Envoy Yun Heng who just arrived in Beijing today.The two of them are "old friends", and there is probably no one in the temple who does not know this tonight.His eyes flickered, like floating will-o'-the-wisps, surrounding these two people.

Fu Xiru let out a breath, met Yun Heng's gaze, smiled, raised his glass as a signal, and drank it all in one gulp.

Yun Heng laughed boldly, vaguely praised a few words, and then someone used this topic to ask Fu Xiru about the five years in Youzhou.On this matter, Fu Xiru hadn't had time to get through with Yun Heng and decide how to unify his voice, but Yun Heng was not stupid, talking nonsense in circles.

Fu Xiru was supposed to concentrate on listening, but he was distracted again and again, full of things he hadn't finished just now, and the mood of Wei Liao crooning in his hands.

Maybe he wasn't tired, but defeated.