East China Sea dust

Late at night, the sky is thick with ink, and everything is silent.

The young man was helped down from the carriage by the servants, and then he stood still, his eyes were covered with a two-inch wide indigo silk flower satin, which completely blocked his sight without leaving any gaps.

Not long after, with the neighing of the steed, the carriage that sent the two of them out of the small courtyard left the place and gradually drifted away in the opposite direction.

There was an empty darkness in front of him, Zhang Qinglan recalled the action of Ao Zhan covering the satin with a smile at that time, subconsciously stuck out the tip of his tongue, and licked the dry corners of his lips.

In addition to the subtle noises brought by the night wind, there are also occasional birds and frogs.

The young man was not allowed to wait in the open space alone for too long, and soon, Ao Zhan, who had dispatched a group of servants, quickly walked to Zhang Qinglan's side, wanting to hold the right hand hanging by his side.

Zhang Qinglan's eyes were temporarily unable to see, so her vigilance was naturally a little higher.Suddenly felt another person's touch, unconsciously dodged back.

Seeing this, Ao Zhan chuckled, restrained the glint in his eyes, and hugged the frail young man into his arms with every inch.

Holding each other's hands along the waistline, Ao Zhan turned his head, nibbled on the young man's soft earlobe with his sharp teeth, and comforted vaguely: "Don't be afraid, it's me."

Zhang Qinglan caught the wet and cool touch around her ears, and her whole body stiffened unconsciously for a moment, then quickly adjusted and responded, "Yes."

In the room before, Ao Zhan said that he would take him out to relax, Zhang Qinglan just thought it was a casual promise.

Until now, the two of them stood together on an unknown flat ground, feeling the cold temperature of the surrounding night, Zhang Qinglan realized belatedly that the other party was not just a whim.

After Ao Zhan flirted with the young man, he immediately let go of the arm that was imprisoned on the other's waist, and instead interlocked the five fingers of his left hand, holding the hand of his sweetheart and walking forward slowly: "Let's go."

Driven by Ao Zhan to walk in one direction, Zhang Qinglan found that the soles of his feet seemed to be stepping on a piece of barren weeds. The grass stems broke and made a crisp sound, and gradually began to smell the fragrance of grass and trees.

"..." The two walked forward for a short distance in silence, Zhang Qinglan couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "Where are we going?"

Ao Zhan smiled lightly when he heard the words, but replied casually: "We will know when the time comes." After speaking, he raised the hand they held and left a light kiss on the back of the other's hand.

About ten meters further forward, Ao Zhan finally stopped.

Before Zhang Qinglan could open his mouth to ask him, he let go of his left hand and embraced the other person's back and legs. In the next second, he hugged the young man who hadn't had time to react.

A sudden feeling of dizziness hit the eyebrows, and after Zhang Qinglan realized it, Ao Zhan had already started to move forward again.

Satisfied with the surprised expression of the person in his arms, Ao Zhan stepped across the threshold, took a few steps to the right, and soon raised his foot and stepped up the old wooden stairs.

In order to appease the young man's emotions, he leaned over slightly and placed a light kiss on the corner of the other's lips.

Zhang Qinglan sensitively caught the sound of Ao Zhan's footsteps stepping on the stairs, put her hands on the man's shoulders subconsciously, and said hesitantly, "...Ao Zhan?"

"Hey," the man said in a low voice, causing his chest to vibrate slightly: "Don't worry, we'll be there soon."

Zhang Qinglan was confused and simply kept silent.

After about half a stick of incense, the young man who had been forced to nest in the man's arms was put down and stood on the ground again.

As soon as he landed, Zhang Qinglan felt the night wind, which was obviously bigger than before, blowing his long hair scattered on his back, and even the corners of his clothes kept flying.

I couldn't help but raise my hand, and the fingertips touched the brocade covering the eyes, but the sour, cool and slippery touch from the fingertips only lasted for a moment.

Ao Zhan held Zhang Qinglan's slender wrist, preventing him from pulling down the silk.Then he walked behind the young man, hugged him from behind, and urged them to take a few steps forward together.

Kissing the ear of the young man in his arms, Ao Zhan whispered: "Be patient, you will like it."

As he gradually moved forward, Zhang Qinglan felt that the cool wind blowing by became colder, and the wooden board under his feet was stepped on, making a slight creaking sound, which quickly dissipated in the hunting night wind.

The nose lingers with the stale smell of wood, mixed with a light wisp of sandalwood, and the cool night breeze that blows everything away.

The man was half a head taller than the young man. Standing behind him, he lowered his head slightly, staring at the other's round and small ears and fair and delicate side face.

While Zhang Qinglan was not paying attention, Ao Zhan suddenly raised his hand and untied the silk ribbon that had been tied in front of the young man.

Following the man's movements, Zhang Qinglan only felt a light in front of his eyes, and the subtle and hazy light quickly penetrated along the edge of the silk and satin.

The silk flower satin gently slid down the young man's tall nose bridge, and quietly fell on the neck, which just happened to cover up the mottled and purple hickey on the delicate collarbone.

After not seeing the light for a long time, the young man's eyes were still closed, and his thick and slender eyelashes trembled slightly. After a moment of adaptation, he slowly raised his eyes.

——What catches the eye is the bright stars.

Zhang Qinglan's pupils shrank slightly, her throat tightened, and she was speechless for a while.

It wasn't until this time that he saw clearly that the two of them were standing in the nine-fold and octagonal pagoda. The moonlight was deep, reflecting the dilapidated and old ground.

The pagoda is tall and thin, and has been in disrepair for a long time. A few bronze bird bells hanging on the curled eaves are blown by the wind, making a dull and hoarse sound.

It seems that most of the wall on the top floor of the pagoda was destroyed by some external force, and only half of the roof remained.

Without cover, the line of sight naturally becomes wider.

Above the head is a vast galaxy, shining with numerous bright lights, falling into the boundless and deep night.

Thousands of Kongming lanterns were silently raised at the moment when the young man opened his eyes, sealed with red paper, the candlelight in the middle was moving orange and yellow, and the fiery red color competed with the bright stars.

Yingliang flickered in Zhang Qinglan's pupils.

Vigorously, but silently.

There is no sandalwood, no Sanskrit sound in the dilapidated pagoda, and the purpose of climbing nine floors is to let you see the vast galaxy and three thousand lights.

Zhang Qinglan was stunned, her heart was beating like a drum, and even her breathing became uncontrollably short.

After a while, he closed his eyes and turned his face to look at Ao Zhan.

The man's face was as calm as water, and his eyes were gentle and focused.Staring at the side face of the young man, not letting go of any change in the other's expression.

Ao Zhan took out a finely woven jade-red string from his bosom, and tied it around Zhang Qinglan's wrist.

In the end, she wrapped her palm around the back of the opponent's hand, lifted it up and kissed the inside of the wrist bone, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you like it?"

Zhang Qinglan was speechless for a moment.

Thousands of lights and stars, the brilliance... He was almost moved by the affection in the man's eyes, and he forgot that all of this was caused by the illusion.

Yes, phantom array.

The two words were like pouring a basin of cold water on the head, making Zhang Qinglan feel like waking up from a big dream, and finally put a heart that has nowhere to rest.

Even if there is no love test stone at hand, Zhang Qinglan still understands that the Dragon King of the East China Sea has been punished by heaven, and he has no love for a hundred years... It is even more impossible to entrust that little bit of tenderness and patience to him.

From the very beginning, this kind of tenderness and sweetness was doomed to be nothing but a mirror image.

After thinking about this point clearly, when the young man raised his eyes again, his expression had returned to calm.

Concentrating the strange color in his eyes, he looked down at the breasts pierced by red threads on his wrist bones. The jade was no more than the size of a fingernail, polished and rounded, with a delicate texture, and it glowed softly under the moonlight.

Gently opening her lips, Zhang Qinglan heard her calm voice: "I like it."

After the words fell, Ao Zhan took it seriously, and the corners of his lips curled up in a satisfied arc.

Turning the person around, hugging him in his arms and bowing his head to kiss him, the tip of his tongue drew the line of his lips, pried open his teeth, and teased his lover's soft lips and tongue.

Zhang Qinglan quickly restrained the gloomy look in her eyes, and kissed him seriously.

Not long after, he couldn't bear it and fell limp in Ao Zhan's arms, his eyes were watery and flushed.

Ao Zhan kindly let him go, pulled the wrist with the red string, and the two walked to the edge of the broken pagoda together.

The half-cracked wooden plank flew into the air, and if it took one more step outside, it would stumble and fall, falling from the nine-story tower.

The pagoda was built by the lake. If you look out at this time, you will see the sparkling lake below.

Ao Zhan pulled him into his arms and said, "There is one more thing I want to give you."

The night wind was rushing, and the man's voice was scattered.Zhang Qinglan didn't hear it very clearly, turned her face to the side, raised her eyes and asked, "...what?"

Before getting an answer, Zhang Qinglan found that the scenery in front of her was suddenly reversed——Ao Zhan walked straight forward with him in his arms!

With one step in the air, the two jumped down the tower.

The sudden sense of weightlessness envelops the heart, and the sound of hunting wind like a knife can be heard in my ears.

The scenery in front of him became mottled and blurred, Zhang Qinglan's eyes widened subconsciously due to the rapid fall, and she tightly grasped Ao Zhan's lapel.

In mid-air, Ao Zhan took the young man's wrist, watched Zhang Qinglan's relying movements with satisfaction, and hugged him into his arms with a smile.

The two people were entangled in the process of falling, as if they would never be separated.

Ao Zhan joined in the whisper, almost whispering in the young man's ear, not caring whether the other party heard clearly: "Don't be afraid, I won't let you get hurt."

As soon as the words fell, there was a little blue light from around the two of them, which instantly buffered the force of the rapid descent, and even the falling movement slowed down.

At the same time, Zhang Qinglan suddenly felt a fluctuation of spiritual power, but it was so fleeting that he had no time to distinguish it carefully.

The moment of entering the water was not as painful as Zhang Qinglan imagined.

Ao Zhan's embrace was warm and his chest was firm.Protecting him in it, unloaded most of the impact of the water flow.

The lake water was clear and cold, soaking his clothes in an instant and spreading.

The whole body was wrapped in soft water, and Zhang Qinglan was held tightly in the arms of the man.The clear lake water is all you can see, the shadow of the moon on the water surface is stirring, the starlight is reflected on it, and the candlelight of the Kongming lantern is also faint and shaking constantly.

Looking through the lake, the scenery is breathtakingly beautiful.

The two of them gradually sank toward the center of the lake.

Ao Zhan's eyes were heavy, in the lake, he supported the young man's neck and shoulders, slightly tilted his head, and pressed his soft lips.

Lips and tongues intertwined, sucking and licking kisses.At the end of the day, he pried open the young man's teeth, and slowly passed his breath.

It wasn't until the young man fell limply in his arms at last, his eyes were red from being bullied, that Ao Zhan gave up with satisfaction and led him to swim towards the surface of the water.