Just when Xing Lin paused stiffly, the person behind him slowly sat on the couch behind him.
Xing Lin became even more stiff, his arms were not arms, his neck was not his neck, and he found it difficult to turn even a little bit. He grabbed the front of his clothes with both hands, and forgot whether to open the left side or the right side first.
The person behind stretched out a pair of hands, slightly cool, pressed on his skirt, and gently pulled it down.
The clothes slipped from Xing Lin's fingers.
The person behind him touched the wound like a dragonfly, walked around a few times, and took off the white cloth that was wrapped up.
The red penetrating wound is exposed.
Xing Lin couldn't help turning his face away, he knew the wound was ugly, besides, he still had some other old scars on his body, which were light blue and purple, and he felt a little ashamed.
When slightly cool fingers touched his back shoulder, a tingling sensation shot up his spine instantly, Xing Lin shivered all over.
The person behind put his face on his back shoulder, gently grinding.
Xing Lin clutched his skirt tightly.Frowning, eyes slightly closed, helplessly turned his face to the other side, leaving a slender, fragile neck.
Warm lips passed over his shoulder, and suddenly there was a tingling pain, and he was bitten there.
After being bitten, he still doesn't let it go, his teeth are tossing and biting there, like a puppy full of resentment, he won't let go.
Xing Lin was pushed to the side continuously, and was forced to raise his thin jaw, drawing out the graceful arc of his neck.
He can stop him, scold him, or just push him away.
But he trembled slightly, and said, "Tianzhu...someone is coming..."
When Gan Dihua entered the door, the man behind the veil was still sitting upright, as if he was an immovable statue.
Gan Dihua glanced lightly, then immediately looked away, and fell on Xing Lin who was on the imperial concubine's couch.
Xing Lin has already sat up, and is gathering the exposed clothes inside.
Gan Dihua didn't think about it, and strode up to him like the previous two times, and said, "Don't move, just help you change your medicine first."
Xing Lin nodded.
Gan Dihua put away the cloth and medicine, turned around, took off his clothes, and paused.
His eyes fell on his shoulders, looked there for a while, and then couldn't help moving to Xing Lin's face.
Xing Lin avoided his scrutiny, and under the candlelight, lowered his eyes, fluttering his long eyelashes.
Gan Dihua remained calm, then changed the dressing and bandaged him, and put on a clean undershirt before leaving.
During the past few days of recuperation, the silence in the room was terrible, except for that inexplicable nibble, Xing Lin didn't say a word to that person.
And Brother Gui didn't say a word because he was in front of that person, the two of them knew what happened that night very well, but they never mentioned it.
Fortunately, there was a good thing, Brother Gui's control over the disciples in the main hall became more and more loose in the past few days, apart from Gan Dihua changing his medicine on the first day, Xia Baiyou also had the opportunity to come on the second day.
Xia Baiyou knew about Xing Lin's situation from Gan Dihua, after entering the door, he sneaked a glance at the person behind the veil before searching for Xing Lin's figure.
Seeing him, Xinglin was overjoyed, and hurriedly waved to him. With tears in his eyes, Xia Baiyou rushed over distressedly, and held his old friend's hand.
Xia Baiyou was not in a hurry to change his dressing and clothes, so he talked to him in a low voice first. He winked behind the veil, and asked Xing Lin hesitantly: "You...how have you been these few days? Got a new injury..."
Through Xia Baiyou's hesitant words, Xing Lin sensed how his seniors felt sorry for, sympathized with, and pityed him.He couldn't help rubbing his forehead, afraid they might have any guesses about his new injury.
Coupled with the unclear bite marks on his body...
Xing Lin sighed, wanting to argue, but it was not easy to argue, so he could only remain silent.
Xia Baiyou saw that he was so condescending, an inexplicable emotion welled up in his heart, he held back, and didn't bring up this topic any more.
He only chatted softly with Xing Lin, talking about the situation of the brothers outside, and Xing Lin really entered Hong Kong, the two chatted endlessly.
While talking, Xia Baiyou opened Xing Lin's clothes, his eyes touched the old and new wounds, and he forced his eyelids down, pretending nothing happened.
Xing Lin was suffocated indoors, finally got an old friend, and let him go after nagging for a long time.
Sure enough, as soon as Xia Baiyou left, the back hall became quiet again.
It has been several days, Tianzhu's attitude towards him is neither salty nor indifferent, mixed with a kiss on the shoulder with unknown meaning.
Xing Lin lay on the couch thinking about his mind every day, and he had a guess in his mind.
A terrible conjecture.
Ever since he was sent out of the mountain and fled back that day, he had vaguely suspected this in the early morning when he saw Tianzhu.
But if you go further, there are actually clues to this matter.
It's just that he has been facing each other for the past few days, and has been dazzled by a little sweet.
Xinglin's heart was numb, his scalp was numb, his stomach seemed to be full of two catties of liquor, his whole body was on fire, flustered, short of breath, unable to lie down.
He cultivated for a few more days, turned sideways on the couch, tossed and turned countless times, and sat up while leaning on the side of the couch.
He wandered around the room for a week, his gaze flitting across the veil lightly.
He picked up the pumpkin that Brother Gui had brought in, the color of the pumpkin was golden, and one could tell it was fragrant and ripe at a glance.
He asked casually: "Tianzhu, do you want to eat melon?"
The person behind the veil paused for a while, and slowly uttered two words: "Don't eat."
Xing Lin let out a groan, and after testing again, he picked up the melon with no expression on his face, cut it into eight pieces, and bit into it one by one, without taste.
After eating half of the melon, he waved the remaining half to the ground, strode towards the veil, and waved the veil up.
The veil was extremely light, and slowly fell back.
Xinglin looked at Tianzhu who was meditating on the couch. Although Tianzhu was blindfolded, Xinglin knew that he had stopped, so he also looked at him.
Yes, he just wanted him to look at him.
It's okay to kill him, don't turn a blind eye.
Xing Lin walked towards him slowly, boldly and recklessly, pushed him back slightly, raised his legs, and sat astride the world-shaking Demon Lord.
He quietly looked at the person below him, and looked at him through a layer of black veil, an unbreakable barrier between the two of them.
Tianzhu obviously did not expect it, and he had never encountered such a behavior before. His jaw was tense, and the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, but he did not move. Ren Xinglin sat on his body, leaning quietly on the back of the couch.
Xing Lin raised his chin with one finger, stared blankly at the graceful lines, thin jaw, he bent down, and put his lips in his mouth, soft to the touch.
He sucked and sucked the obedient lips, catching the wet and slippery tongue deeper, smoothing the soft flesh in his mouth, and then, getting heavier and heavier.
Panting heavily, he parted their fluid lips.
Looking at the person below him, he asked in a low voice, "Why don't you push me away?"
"Huh?" He was like a goblin reincarnated, he brushed the hair from the side of Tianzhu's face with the tip of his hand, along the side of the face, and lightly scraped down to his chin.
He asked, "You've already woken up, haven't you?"
He sat on top of him, moved his body, and asked as he moved, "Why didn't you push me away?"
Half of Tianzhu's face was covered under the black veil, and the remaining half of his face was obscured in the darkness.
In the ups and downs, Xing Lin lowered his head to enclose his lips again, lightly pecked at his ear, and wrapped the earlobe hotly.
He murmured in the heat: "You are all well, why didn't you kill me."
The two bodies became hot, separated by a layer of fabric, the body temperature rubbed against the body temperature, the uneven, fiery grinding, wanted to turn people into a puddle of hot water.
Tianzhu in the shadows said nothing, small beads of sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead.
Xing Lin closed his eyes, licked the beads of sweat very cherishingly, and then, as if he had lost all strength, he fell down on his shoulders and neck as softly as if he had no bones.
Trembling, he whispered: "You can kill me, let me die on you!"
The words are extremely soft, but the lower body does not give in. Every inch of land is contested, as if it has a suction force, it is tightly attached to the weak point of the other body, begging for it vigorously.
In the daze, the blindfolded black veil finally loosened slowly, revealing slightly frowning eyebrows and tightly closed eyes.
He couldn't bear it anymore, and put his hands on the waist of the person on him.
On the second day, before the red sun emerged, Brother Gui held a fruit in his hand and was throwing it while walking. He just turned around the side door and bumped into Xing Lin who was hurrying out.
Xing Linxian had just woken up, and his hair, which he normally combed solemnly, was scattered on his shoulders at this moment, and he rushed out before he had time to comb his hair.
Brother Gui was taken aback when he saw it, and he was also taken aback when he saw Brother Gui, and then his face turned slightly red.
He hurried past Brother Gui, who turned around and asked, "Where are you going?"
It was only then that Xing Lin remembered that he was still a captive.
He can't go anywhere except the back hall, which is the main hall.
He lowered his head sullenly, and said, "I'll just stand by the door."
His warden, Gui Geer, looked at him strangely, and after being puzzled for a while, he threw his prisoner alone in the yard and entered the house without any problems.
He tried to glance around in the back hall, but saw that his lord was also awake, sitting on the couch, thinking about something.
He slipped in the door, and ran up to Tianzhu and bowed in front of Tianzhu—since Tianzhu became obsessed, his courtesy became more and more lax.
After finishing his salute, he raised his head and whispered: "My lord, my lord!"
Tianzhu hummed, and slowly woke up from his contemplation.
Ghost brother said: "You can feel better..."
Before finishing a sentence, he froze again.
The black veil that blinded Tianzhu was gone, Brother Gui forgot about it for a while, and he suddenly remembered that it was because Tianzhu slowly raised his eyes, the pupils were clear without any speckle.
Gui Geer foolishly said: "Respect... Your lord, how are you?"
Tianzhu held his forehead and nodded casually.
Brother Gui immediately grinned to his ears, he was overjoyed, and said: "It's only been a few days, and you've woken up, it's really great, the devil's cave has been worrying to death for the past few days... Has your cultivation recovered?"
Only then did Tianzhu remember that he stretched out his right hand, flicked his fingers lightly and slowly, a cluster of karmic fire suddenly bloomed, his fingers gradually opened, and the karmic fire burned more violently, he opened his fingers again, but the karmic fire did not expand up.
Tianzhu looked at Yehuo for a while, and said flatly: "It has recovered a little, not much, [-]%."
Brother Gui said: "Then what to do, when will it fully recover."
Tianzhu said: "It's okay for the old lord to resume his cultivation three days after he woke up, just wait."
Although Master Zun's cultivation is only half, but as long as he wakes up, Brother Gui will have support in his heart, he is very at ease, very happy, and he is so happy that he forgets his worries for a while.
Tianzhu lowered his eyes and asked calmly, "Where did that person go?"
Brother Gui's smile froze for a moment, he hesitated and said, "It's...outside."
Xing Lin became even more stiff, his arms were not arms, his neck was not his neck, and he found it difficult to turn even a little bit. He grabbed the front of his clothes with both hands, and forgot whether to open the left side or the right side first.
The person behind stretched out a pair of hands, slightly cool, pressed on his skirt, and gently pulled it down.
The clothes slipped from Xing Lin's fingers.
The person behind him touched the wound like a dragonfly, walked around a few times, and took off the white cloth that was wrapped up.
The red penetrating wound is exposed.
Xing Lin couldn't help turning his face away, he knew the wound was ugly, besides, he still had some other old scars on his body, which were light blue and purple, and he felt a little ashamed.
When slightly cool fingers touched his back shoulder, a tingling sensation shot up his spine instantly, Xing Lin shivered all over.
The person behind put his face on his back shoulder, gently grinding.
Xing Lin clutched his skirt tightly.Frowning, eyes slightly closed, helplessly turned his face to the other side, leaving a slender, fragile neck.
Warm lips passed over his shoulder, and suddenly there was a tingling pain, and he was bitten there.
After being bitten, he still doesn't let it go, his teeth are tossing and biting there, like a puppy full of resentment, he won't let go.
Xing Lin was pushed to the side continuously, and was forced to raise his thin jaw, drawing out the graceful arc of his neck.
He can stop him, scold him, or just push him away.
But he trembled slightly, and said, "Tianzhu...someone is coming..."
When Gan Dihua entered the door, the man behind the veil was still sitting upright, as if he was an immovable statue.
Gan Dihua glanced lightly, then immediately looked away, and fell on Xing Lin who was on the imperial concubine's couch.
Xing Lin has already sat up, and is gathering the exposed clothes inside.
Gan Dihua didn't think about it, and strode up to him like the previous two times, and said, "Don't move, just help you change your medicine first."
Xing Lin nodded.
Gan Dihua put away the cloth and medicine, turned around, took off his clothes, and paused.
His eyes fell on his shoulders, looked there for a while, and then couldn't help moving to Xing Lin's face.
Xing Lin avoided his scrutiny, and under the candlelight, lowered his eyes, fluttering his long eyelashes.
Gan Dihua remained calm, then changed the dressing and bandaged him, and put on a clean undershirt before leaving.
During the past few days of recuperation, the silence in the room was terrible, except for that inexplicable nibble, Xing Lin didn't say a word to that person.
And Brother Gui didn't say a word because he was in front of that person, the two of them knew what happened that night very well, but they never mentioned it.
Fortunately, there was a good thing, Brother Gui's control over the disciples in the main hall became more and more loose in the past few days, apart from Gan Dihua changing his medicine on the first day, Xia Baiyou also had the opportunity to come on the second day.
Xia Baiyou knew about Xing Lin's situation from Gan Dihua, after entering the door, he sneaked a glance at the person behind the veil before searching for Xing Lin's figure.
Seeing him, Xinglin was overjoyed, and hurriedly waved to him. With tears in his eyes, Xia Baiyou rushed over distressedly, and held his old friend's hand.
Xia Baiyou was not in a hurry to change his dressing and clothes, so he talked to him in a low voice first. He winked behind the veil, and asked Xing Lin hesitantly: "You...how have you been these few days? Got a new injury..."
Through Xia Baiyou's hesitant words, Xing Lin sensed how his seniors felt sorry for, sympathized with, and pityed him.He couldn't help rubbing his forehead, afraid they might have any guesses about his new injury.
Coupled with the unclear bite marks on his body...
Xing Lin sighed, wanting to argue, but it was not easy to argue, so he could only remain silent.
Xia Baiyou saw that he was so condescending, an inexplicable emotion welled up in his heart, he held back, and didn't bring up this topic any more.
He only chatted softly with Xing Lin, talking about the situation of the brothers outside, and Xing Lin really entered Hong Kong, the two chatted endlessly.
While talking, Xia Baiyou opened Xing Lin's clothes, his eyes touched the old and new wounds, and he forced his eyelids down, pretending nothing happened.
Xing Lin was suffocated indoors, finally got an old friend, and let him go after nagging for a long time.
Sure enough, as soon as Xia Baiyou left, the back hall became quiet again.
It has been several days, Tianzhu's attitude towards him is neither salty nor indifferent, mixed with a kiss on the shoulder with unknown meaning.
Xing Lin lay on the couch thinking about his mind every day, and he had a guess in his mind.
A terrible conjecture.
Ever since he was sent out of the mountain and fled back that day, he had vaguely suspected this in the early morning when he saw Tianzhu.
But if you go further, there are actually clues to this matter.
It's just that he has been facing each other for the past few days, and has been dazzled by a little sweet.
Xinglin's heart was numb, his scalp was numb, his stomach seemed to be full of two catties of liquor, his whole body was on fire, flustered, short of breath, unable to lie down.
He cultivated for a few more days, turned sideways on the couch, tossed and turned countless times, and sat up while leaning on the side of the couch.
He wandered around the room for a week, his gaze flitting across the veil lightly.
He picked up the pumpkin that Brother Gui had brought in, the color of the pumpkin was golden, and one could tell it was fragrant and ripe at a glance.
He asked casually: "Tianzhu, do you want to eat melon?"
The person behind the veil paused for a while, and slowly uttered two words: "Don't eat."
Xing Lin let out a groan, and after testing again, he picked up the melon with no expression on his face, cut it into eight pieces, and bit into it one by one, without taste.
After eating half of the melon, he waved the remaining half to the ground, strode towards the veil, and waved the veil up.
The veil was extremely light, and slowly fell back.
Xinglin looked at Tianzhu who was meditating on the couch. Although Tianzhu was blindfolded, Xinglin knew that he had stopped, so he also looked at him.
Yes, he just wanted him to look at him.
It's okay to kill him, don't turn a blind eye.
Xing Lin walked towards him slowly, boldly and recklessly, pushed him back slightly, raised his legs, and sat astride the world-shaking Demon Lord.
He quietly looked at the person below him, and looked at him through a layer of black veil, an unbreakable barrier between the two of them.
Tianzhu obviously did not expect it, and he had never encountered such a behavior before. His jaw was tense, and the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, but he did not move. Ren Xinglin sat on his body, leaning quietly on the back of the couch.
Xing Lin raised his chin with one finger, stared blankly at the graceful lines, thin jaw, he bent down, and put his lips in his mouth, soft to the touch.
He sucked and sucked the obedient lips, catching the wet and slippery tongue deeper, smoothing the soft flesh in his mouth, and then, getting heavier and heavier.
Panting heavily, he parted their fluid lips.
Looking at the person below him, he asked in a low voice, "Why don't you push me away?"
"Huh?" He was like a goblin reincarnated, he brushed the hair from the side of Tianzhu's face with the tip of his hand, along the side of the face, and lightly scraped down to his chin.
He asked, "You've already woken up, haven't you?"
He sat on top of him, moved his body, and asked as he moved, "Why didn't you push me away?"
Half of Tianzhu's face was covered under the black veil, and the remaining half of his face was obscured in the darkness.
In the ups and downs, Xing Lin lowered his head to enclose his lips again, lightly pecked at his ear, and wrapped the earlobe hotly.
He murmured in the heat: "You are all well, why didn't you kill me."
The two bodies became hot, separated by a layer of fabric, the body temperature rubbed against the body temperature, the uneven, fiery grinding, wanted to turn people into a puddle of hot water.
Tianzhu in the shadows said nothing, small beads of sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead.
Xing Lin closed his eyes, licked the beads of sweat very cherishingly, and then, as if he had lost all strength, he fell down on his shoulders and neck as softly as if he had no bones.
Trembling, he whispered: "You can kill me, let me die on you!"
The words are extremely soft, but the lower body does not give in. Every inch of land is contested, as if it has a suction force, it is tightly attached to the weak point of the other body, begging for it vigorously.
In the daze, the blindfolded black veil finally loosened slowly, revealing slightly frowning eyebrows and tightly closed eyes.
He couldn't bear it anymore, and put his hands on the waist of the person on him.
On the second day, before the red sun emerged, Brother Gui held a fruit in his hand and was throwing it while walking. He just turned around the side door and bumped into Xing Lin who was hurrying out.
Xing Linxian had just woken up, and his hair, which he normally combed solemnly, was scattered on his shoulders at this moment, and he rushed out before he had time to comb his hair.
Brother Gui was taken aback when he saw it, and he was also taken aback when he saw Brother Gui, and then his face turned slightly red.
He hurried past Brother Gui, who turned around and asked, "Where are you going?"
It was only then that Xing Lin remembered that he was still a captive.
He can't go anywhere except the back hall, which is the main hall.
He lowered his head sullenly, and said, "I'll just stand by the door."
His warden, Gui Geer, looked at him strangely, and after being puzzled for a while, he threw his prisoner alone in the yard and entered the house without any problems.
He tried to glance around in the back hall, but saw that his lord was also awake, sitting on the couch, thinking about something.
He slipped in the door, and ran up to Tianzhu and bowed in front of Tianzhu—since Tianzhu became obsessed, his courtesy became more and more lax.
After finishing his salute, he raised his head and whispered: "My lord, my lord!"
Tianzhu hummed, and slowly woke up from his contemplation.
Ghost brother said: "You can feel better..."
Before finishing a sentence, he froze again.
The black veil that blinded Tianzhu was gone, Brother Gui forgot about it for a while, and he suddenly remembered that it was because Tianzhu slowly raised his eyes, the pupils were clear without any speckle.
Gui Geer foolishly said: "Respect... Your lord, how are you?"
Tianzhu held his forehead and nodded casually.
Brother Gui immediately grinned to his ears, he was overjoyed, and said: "It's only been a few days, and you've woken up, it's really great, the devil's cave has been worrying to death for the past few days... Has your cultivation recovered?"
Only then did Tianzhu remember that he stretched out his right hand, flicked his fingers lightly and slowly, a cluster of karmic fire suddenly bloomed, his fingers gradually opened, and the karmic fire burned more violently, he opened his fingers again, but the karmic fire did not expand up.
Tianzhu looked at Yehuo for a while, and said flatly: "It has recovered a little, not much, [-]%."
Brother Gui said: "Then what to do, when will it fully recover."
Tianzhu said: "It's okay for the old lord to resume his cultivation three days after he woke up, just wait."
Although Master Zun's cultivation is only half, but as long as he wakes up, Brother Gui will have support in his heart, he is very at ease, very happy, and he is so happy that he forgets his worries for a while.
Tianzhu lowered his eyes and asked calmly, "Where did that person go?"
Brother Gui's smile froze for a moment, he hesitated and said, "It's...outside."
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