Cannon Fodder Counterattacks Spiritual Writings (9)

Facing the pair of curious eyes full of interest, Ye Sinian's hand holding the handle of the knife tightened.

In the dim light, an unspeakable atmosphere flowed in the room, and the two of them looked at each other speechlessly.

The man stared at Ye Sinian who was suppressing himself above his body, his scorching gaze fell on his lips that he kissed more colorfully, his cold hand slowly moved upwards across the cloth, and the corners of his tightly pressed lips convulsed with a slightly evil arc.

Ye Sinian's originally brilliant phoenix eyes blinked twice slowly, and his curly eyelashes trembled, as if they were gently scratching at the tip of the human heart with a soft feather motion.

The movement of that hand gave a quick stop.

As if satisfied with his reaction, the smile on Ye sinian's lips became more distinct. He put a hand on the man's shoulder, looked at his chiseled face with a deep gaze, and slowly bowed down his body.

The distance suddenly got closer, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became ambiguous.

Ye Sinian twitched the corner of his mouth and looked straight into the depths of those strange eyes. The dagger that had clung to his throat gradually loosened its strength, and the cold tip of the knife slowly slid against his rolling apple.

With exquisite facial features and a slightly pale complexion, the man suppressed by Ye sinian didn't look weak at all. He squinted his eyes, almost sinking in the danger of making his scalp numb.

"You say..."

The evil curve of Ye sinian's lips became wider and wider, and his thick and curly eyelashes trembled lightly, suddenly looking down at the man's cyan stubble chin, and sticking out the tip of his gorgeous tongue. After licking, he raised his eyes again under the gaze of the person's sudden increase in temperature, with a low voice with a trace of irresistible temptation. "You're fine?"

"Of course..." He felt the cold blood stagnating in the body. It started to burn until it boiled. The man in black squinted impatiently, put his hands on Ye Sinian's lower waist, and gently pressed him into his arms.

Lying in the man's arms with the slightest chill, only his jade-white ear tips can be seen in his eyes, and his hoarse voice is in his ears, which makes his scalp numb. Ye Sinian pursed his lips and wanted to hold back. There was a strange excitement in his heart, but his heart speeded up uncontrollably, and his blood boiled.

"It was you who awakened me and brought me back to the world..." The man's cold hands slid up and down on Ye Sinian's muscular back through the clothes, and the language, posture, and movements seemed extremely ambiguous and sensational.

Ye Sinian frowned unconsciously.

The man's hands rubbed with a bit of force. The temperature was obviously very low, but his back muscles trembled slightly for no reason.

His heartbeat is getting faster and faster.

"I am Yueyue." The man's hoarse voice carried a hint of joy. One hand was placed on Ye Sinian's tail vertebrae, and the lower parts of the two were tightly pressed together. He moved his leg, but there was no movement. He didn't tried hard to break away from Ye sinian's suppression, and on the contrary enjoyed the intimate distance between each other. As he approached Ye sinian's ears, his voice became more and more magnetic and authentic: "Don't forget, huh?"

Hearing the low nasal voice, Ye Sinian trembled all over, and his heartbeat seemed to miss a beat. He opened his mouth, only feeling a bit dry in his throat: "Yue Yue? That... the general of Yue Dynasty?"

"Are you afraid?" Yue Yue said with a sullen smile, he couldn't help but gently lick the small ruddy earlobe in front of him, sounding very proud of his identity.

"I'm not afraid, but..." Ye Sinian frowned quickly, stretched out his hand to prop up his muscular shoulders through the black cloth, propped up his body to face those faintly golden eyes, and said: "Then aren't you more than five hundred years older than me?!"

Looking at the tangled face above his body, he almost wrote the five characters "Lao Niu gnawing on tender grass".

Yue Yue: "..."

Isn't it because of the racial differences that people have different paths?

It was late at night.

Sun Lin was lying on the bed, but tossing and turning he could not sleep.

Although he knew his sexuality a long time ago, he never met anyone who made his heart beat, and secondly, to hide his secrets, he always paid attention to keeping a distance with other men, not to mention having relationships, sometimes even inadvertent physical contact makes him nervous.

People who know him say that he doesn't like those sweaty sports. Although he tacitly accepts it, only he knows the real reason.

He didn't want to, but he didn't dare.

But now...

the face with beautiful facial features and simple eyes flashed quickly in his mind.

Sun Lin's complexion suddenly tightened. He bit his teeth, but still couldn't dispel the desire to sink in his heart.

Closing his eyes, the hazy but addictive dream is still so clear.

The beautiful and innocent boy was lying on the grass, his fair complexion was in sharp contrast with the green beneath him, his slightly thin body was put in a difficult posture, and he kept groaning hard under the strong impact.

Sun Lin opened his eyes abruptly, staring directly at the void in front of him hollowly.

Moonlight poured into the room through the window, and it was dim.

"Take me...well! Go..."

The boy's uncontrollable moan echoed in his ears, the intense pleasure of being wrapped up and absorbed almost completely overturning his mind, making him just want to sinking in this way, can no longer take care of others.

With both hands tightly grasping the bed sheet under him, Sun Lin looked palely at the lower body he had propped up.

When there is no one, nothing can be hidden.

No matter how much he pretended, he couldn't deceive his own heart.

His Sun Lin, he likes men...

even if he does.

It's just a dream, and there is a man in the dream.

His chest trembled uncontrollably, Sun Lin gritted his teeth tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand violently buries his face in the pillow.

The moonlight was a bit dim, and in the dimly lit room, a nearly transparent figure suddenly appeared by the bed, looking suspiciously at the man struggling on the bed.

The breeze came in through the opening of the window, gently blowing the half-length broken hair on the side of his face.

The night is quiet.

The next day.

Ye sinian slowly opened his eyes and lay on the bed for a while before clearing up the mixed memories in his mind.

The scene of last night is still vivid. He was not disgusted with the man's kiss, and even faintly familiar, so...

his lover has become a piao in this life?

Or is it an antique floating?!

Sitting up abruptly, Ye Sinian frowned and looked around in the room, his eyes confused and a little worried.

The cold hug that hugged him tightly last night was long gone.

Ye sinian blinked and turned to look at the dagger not far away.

The dagger with a black handle and an exquisite scabbard was lying quietly on the table, without a trace of abnormality.

So... could everything last night be an illusion?

Thinking that he might fantasize his lover into that kind of existence, Ye Sinian shook his eyebrows and his expression instantly became subtle.

His own taste should be... not that heavy...

He looked strangely stunned for a moment.

Ye Sinian moved slowly and looked to his side.

A white pillow was impressively juxtaposed with his own pillow by the head of the bed.

Ye Sinian breathed a long sigh of relief, and finally let go of the heart he raised, and reached out and patted his chest-fortunately, it was not his own fantasy!

But the action of patting the chest was only half done, and he suddenly stiffened.

His lover is really an antique, it seems...and he doesn't seem to have much lighter taste... right?

Going out of bed with black lines all over, Ye sinian patted the crumpled pajamas on his body and walked out with slippers.

Since what happened last night is true, why is Yueyue not here now?

Could it be...

Ye sinian stopped with a tangled expression, and looked back at the curtains thick enough to block all light.

He should not see the light dead...

Downstairs.

Lin Xiaobei, dressed in duckling pajamas, cleverly nestled on the sofa piled with plush dolls, hugged the dirty bear doll tightly in his arms, and took a sneak peek into the living room from time to time.

Yue Yue stared at the TV not far away with a serious face, frowning his brows as if he was facing an enemy, his slender and powerful hands seemed to rest casually on his legs, but his muscles were secretly tightened. Ready to go.

"Hey! You bald donkey! How dare you compete with this Dao?! Look at the sword!"

He saw a violent shout not far away from the square box (TV), Yue Yue was shocked, staring dumbfounded.

The villain in a Taoist robe drew his sword abruptly, and rushed towards the monk in colorful clothes with a big drink.

All of a sudden, he saw the light and shadow flickering and the clothes were fluttering, and the two little people were coming and going on the bamboo forest, and the turquoise bamboo sea rippled under their feet, making the sky dim and the sun and the moon discolored.

Yue Yue: "..."

What is this peerless martial arts?! Their power is so powerful!

Frowning his eyebrows tightly, Yue Yue looked down at the thin cocoon. He had sharpened from his sword practice, and he felt a regret that he was untimely born in his heart.

He originally thought that all the people now have no power to bind chickens, but he didn't expect...it really is because there are people outside the world!

Without knowing the complicated sigh in his heart, Lin Xiaobei held the baby in his arms, curiosity and grievance in his heart.

That strangely dressed uncle looks like himself, but why does he look so fierce?

And... it's obviously the same, why should he grab his own TV?

Lin Xiaobei shrank silently on the sofa, glazed eyes glanced at his upright figure from time to time, then glanced at the TV that was making fierce fighting sounds.

Hmm... he really want to watch cartoons...

When Ye Sinian came down from the stairs with a tangled face, what he saw was such a dark scene.

The man in black costume sits on the beige modern sofa, his face is serious and he is staring at the TV not far away, his muscles are tight.

On the other side, the child holding the doll completely sank into the sofa, his big eyes flickered and looked pitifully at the back of the man's head.

The eyebrows trembled unconsciously, Ye Sinian subconsciously let go of his steps, squinted and looked at the TV screen, wanting to see what was inside is so attractive.

In the silent living room, three pairs of eyes were staring at the screen.