Compared with the simple and elegant courtyards in the mountains, the place where they grew up was a bit more gorgeous. Needless to mention the antique decorations, just a piece of red sandalwood collapsed, which was about nine feet wide. Because Shen Qingxuan was inconvenient, he asked a craftsman to make several hidden cabinets on the bed, which built in some commonly used items and books. The outside of the hidden cabinet was carved with strange stones and mountains, swimming fish and birds, and the bird's beak was made of gold, protruding outwards. When he pulled it gently, the door of the hidden cabinet was buckled.

Shen Qingxuan pulled open the bird's beak, took out a pair of boxes the size of a palm from the dark cabinet and placed them aside, and pulled the bed curtain held in the silver hook. The lotus-colored bed curtain was embroidered with fine flowers and green leaves on the lotus edge. He huh tightly covered the scenery on the bed, completely isolated from the outside world.

In this small space that is integrated, Shen Qingxuan was calm and raised his hand to take off his hair crown, pulled his hairpin, untied his belt, and his clothes became loose and covered his body wide. After doing all this, he looked at the person in front of him as if he was smiling.

Yi Mo had long hair loose, but her clothes were neat. After being stared at by him for a while, Yi Mo raised her robe and sat down on her knees and moved to Shen Qingxuan, stood up straight and said, "Do it yourself."

Shen Qingxuan didn't expect that when he saw the body moving towards him, he subconsciously turned his face away, and heard him say this, and then turned around, stretched out his hand without saying a word, and walked around his waist. He just did it by himself, but he was afraid that you would not be able to do it? Shen Qingxuan pulled Yi Mo's belt neatly, untied his clothes, and separated the two sides.

The cover on his body was opened by him and suddenly exposed in front of him. Shen Qingxuan's ears suddenly turned red, and he didn't know where to put his eyes. The only thing in front of him was Yi Mo's waist, honey-colored skin, and the texture was tight. Shen Qingxuan's nose tip was just facing Yi Mo's navel. He clearly smelled the smell belonging to this person. He blushed and his heart beat, and he couldn't hide it. The slightest part of the navel was the waist of his pants. Shen Qingxuan hurriedly withdrew his gaze and looked up at the person who was not wearing any inch of his upper body at this time.

Yi Mo kept looking down at him, and his eyes met. Shen Qingxuan looked a little flustered, but Yi Mo was still alive.

It seemed that he had to force himself to do it. Shen Qingxuan understood this and also tilted his heart. He raised his warm hands on both sides and stroked the waist without hesitation. It was smooth and cold, which reminded Shen Qingxuan of the copper bell that he had been with him for many years. The difference was that his subordinates not only had the cold texture of metal, but also had the elasticity of texture. Shen Qingxuan stroked it, carefully, as if he was afraid that his sudden actions would make him unhappy. He looked up at Yi Mo's expression, and he was relieved. He touched the waist a few times, raised his arms and stroked the other person's chest along the waistline.

So strong and broad, the man's strength and beauty merged just right on him. Shen Qingxuan stroked him almost in admiration, raised his body and stretched his arms, and touched Yi Mo's chest. Yi Mo watched his hand wandering on him, and his heart was as calm as water.

After hesitating and hesitating with his fingertips, Shen Qingxuan gritted his teeth and finally untied Yi Mo and pulled it off.

The thick hair and a ball of middle jumped into his eyes instantly. Shen Qingxuan's fingers holding Yi Mo's trousers began to tremble, and his breathing began to be disordered. The sound of his heartbeat came into his eardrums, which sounded extremely violent.

"Yimo..."

"Do you want to taste it?"

Shen Qingxuan instinctively wanted to retreat, but was fixed on the back of his head and had nowhere to retreat.

"Mmm" and made a nasal sound that was unbearable. Three points of resistance, seven points accepted calmly. Yi Mo's eyes were dark, and he moved twice, and pulled out. He put the person who was gasping heavily on the pillow, lowered his body, and covered it.

The nose was facing the nose, the eyes were facing the eyes. Shen Qingxuan was breathing evenly, covering his voice and still smiling at him, and even felt a little proud, like a child who had finally overcome the problem, without hiding his pride at all. Yi Mo decided to ignore this smile, reached between the two of them, and untied his robes.

Yi Mo knew that he had frozen him, so he supported himself with one hand and wanted to get up, but was imprisoned by Shen Qingxuan. His body, which had just separated, then pressed him tightly, and the hugging was so strong that he was about to embed him into his bones.

Seeing this, Yi Mo hugged him again and whispered: "I have lost so much weight and learned to hurt people with my bones."

Shen Qingxuan's smile sounded in his ears, slightly hoarse, "You are good to me, I will gain weight and not use bones to hurt you." Even though that was the case, the strength in his hand increased. He hugged his neck tightly and put his warm but hard body tighter, so tight that Yimo could feel the pain of his ribs.

“There’s a lot of meat here,”

"It doesn't matter if you just keep holding it like this, but I'm afraid I'm thinking about it tightly."

"I want to do this too."

Yi Mo played with that thing in his hand for a few times, suddenly remembered his concubine, and said, "I'm getting more and more greedy."

"What did you use to wipe it?"

"Use this."

Yi Mo took it, looked at the "gift" he gave on his birthday, and thought for a while and said, "I seem to have said, you can apply it yourself."

"You wipe."

"I want you to wipe it for me."

"Shake it to me."

Shen Qingxuan's breath had already been messed up. At this time, he opened his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were red, and a layer of water was floating. He stared at him for a while, but didn't know what he thought about, and sighed as if he gave in, saying, "You can bring it."

“Is it comfortable?”

Yi Mo, who had been silent, finally took action and asked.

Shen Qingxuan shook his head, nodded again, and his long hair spread on the bed, as messy as his mind.

"Don't……"

“Move together.”

"Has it been wiped?"

"Hold it in."

"Hug me."

"Yimo, hug me."

"Hug me."

Yi Mo's body was slightly stagnant, and Shen Qingxuan, who was slumped on the chair that day, was so natural and bloody, with despair of a heart that felt as if he was dead, stretched out his hand to him and said bloodily: Hug me.

Like a child who is about to die, his only memory of this world is just a hug.

The demon who has lived for thousands of years is used to doing things. This is the first time in a long and boundless life that someone needs him so urgently.

It seemed as if he wanted nothing but him.

But he walked over and held him in his arms. The man curled up in his arms pulled the beads from his neck and returned it to him.

Yi Mo bent down and hugged the person who was lying on the bed and calling to hug him tightly into his arms. For some reason, Yi Mo opened his mouth and bit his snow-white and hard teeth. Shen Qingxuan's back neck texture was deeply pierced, and blood beads instantly overflowed along the edge of his teeth.

Licking the blood made by himself, Yi Mo asked in his ear in a deep voice: "Shen Qingxuan, what do you want?"

Shen Qingxuan's consciousness had not returned, but his body was still twitching, and he answered unconsciously:
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