Yunmeng Shuangjie

"Jiang Cheng, do you think I deserve sympathy?" Meng Yao forced a smile.

The night wind blows, and the tide grows thousands of miles.The fragrance of lotus is quiet and can be heard from hundreds of miles away.

"No."

The only sympathy I had was given to myself in the end.

It was rare for Jiang Cheng to peck lightly with the Dendrobium wine, and he was not greedy.Everyone is drunk when the wine is not intoxicating, and the rustling of leaves makes Jiang Cheng a little dazed.

"Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng, you shouldn't hear what you've heard, call for a beating! You must never believe those nonsense!"

"In the future, if you are the head of the family, I will be your subordinate, just like your father and my father."

"The Gusu Lan Sect has double walls, and our Yunmeng Jiang Sect has Shuangjie!"

Liar!It's all a lie.

Y'all go, go!Never come back!Never come back!

The huge Lotus Pier is now empty and only I am left alone, Wei Wuxian, you are reluctant to part with your morality, have you never thought about it, do I not part with you?

Why am I so incompetent.

He couldn't protect his parents back then, he couldn't protect you before the Mass Burial Mound, and Wen Ning couldn't protect his sister before World War I.

You are all gone, why am I... still alive.

He must have drunk too much alcohol. He brought up the old incident many years ago.

"Jiang Cheng? Jiang Cheng! Drunk?"

Meng Yao took the wine jug away from his hand and gently pushed him. "Wake up, go back."

Moonlit night, clear and bright.

Jiang Cheng was wearing a dark black robe, the red belt was scattered, and the skirt was a little torn, he leaned casually in front of the steps, his drunken eyes were gloomy, he didn't know what to think of, and when he closed his eyes, he shed a few tears.

"Do you still hate those people?" Jiang Cheng propped himself up with his hands, sat up, pulled him into his arms and hugged him, his head drooping on the other's shoulder.

Meng Yao told him about the burning of the brothel.

Meng Yao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You're just asking this?"

"Ah."

Meng Yao still looked at him with a gentle smile, but softly said two words: "I hate it."

Jiang Cheng grabbed his wrist and took a bite.

"Don't hate."

Meng Yao looked at him, a little funny: "Ah...not only do you not let me out of Lianhuawu, but now you even control who I hate?"

Jiang Cheng kissed his bite wound, looked up at him, "Yes."

The emotion in Jiang Cheng's eyes was too heavy, and Meng Yao couldn't breathe. Regardless of his desire to escape, Jiang Cheng pressed the back of his head with one hand, and leaned in.

Meng Yao's heart was beating wildly, and the culprit pressed against his eyebrows and remained motionless, as if he was immersed in it with his eyes closed.

"As long as you are happy. Even if you hate, you can only hate me."

Just now the stamina of the alcohol came up, and Jiang Cheng's internal organs were burnt, but he quite enjoyed this grinding and painful feeling, and he still hurts, this is so fresh, the feeling of being alive.

kiss a man.

Jiang Cheng never thought that one day he would do such a thing. He first kissed Meng Yao's brow lightly, feeling that he didn't hate it, then kissed Meng Yao's brow again.All the way down, lightly and gently, let Meng Yao have the illusion that he is just stroking with his fingertips.

Until the smell of alcohol approached the tip of his nose, the breath of the two of them struggled.

Only then did Jiang Cheng look up at him, as if asking for approval.At this moment, Meng Yao just wanted to pour him the remaining jugs of wine, but he didn't nod, and Jiang Cheng didn't move, just looked at him and kissed his face from time to time.

Ugh.

Meng Yao stretched out her hand to grab his skirt, pressed the back of the boy's head, and kissed him directly.

He licked again and again, and finally licked the corners of his lips with unsatisfied desire.

Jiang Cheng was a little taken aback.

Meng Yao nodded at the center of his eyebrows, clasped the knuckles of his index finger, and scolded with a smile: "Lengtouqing!"

Jiang Cheng subconsciously grabbed the hand he wanted to take away and held it, and kissed it on his lips, "Yeah."

You say yes.