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Hongjun buried his head in Ye Chuanze's neck, licking his neck lightly, biting the skin of his neck with teeth, sucking heavily, and sucked out the green or purple bits. traces. Ye Chuanze Holding his head with both hands, his neck was tilted back. His thick black hair was scattered on the bed covered with red sheets. His black hair made his skin as white as snow, and his face should have been as white as jade. Full of blushes at the moment. The overflowing aura on his face and the red corners of his eyes all indicate that at this moment, Ye Chuanze is enduring the sensory impact of what kind of bliss and what kind of pain. Ye Chuanze closed his eyes tightly, he couldn't see Hongjun's movements, but the feeling of his body became more sensitive because of this. The sense of touch was magnified countless times, and whether it was painful or happy feelings, they all hit his body violently like waves. He couldn't see it, but he could feel every move of Hongjun, and he started to guess. Through every feeling sent through the body, guess Hongjun's movements. It seems that this can reduce the body's violent reaction. There was a moist feeling on his chest, oh, that was Hongjun licking the skin on his chest. hiss! Suddenly, there was a slight tingling sensation, and something bit his nipple. Ye Chuanze He frowned in pain, and then his body shook violently, and a trembling electric current surged out of his body and spread throughout his body. That's because Hongjun's mouth held his sensitive nipples and caressed them carefully. The intense pleasure made his whole body tremble uncontrollably. Ye Chuanze Sensitively noticed that a pair of hands slid along the body lines to his waist, and then flexibly untied the belt tied around his waist. The belt was untied and thrown to the ground, and the clothes were suddenly opened, letting out the spring light. The clothes were torn off without mercy, and ended up with the same fate as the belt before. They were thrown aside without mercy by the man who had already fallen into the wave of lust. Hongjun took a deep breath on Ye Chuanze's naked chest, then raised his head and quickly took off his clothes. Hongjun is pressed against Ye Chuanze's body. Without the obstruction of clothes, the two people's hot bodies are close to each other, letting each other feel the desire of their bodies without any reservation. The scorching temperature seems to burn people to death. If it were not for his personal experience at this time, Ye Chuanze would never have imagined that the usually cold and noble snow lotus made of extremely cold ice blooming on the top of the snow mountain would have such a scalding temperature. Ye Chuanze smiled slightly, and a proud smile appeared on his face. He is the one who can melt icebergs into spring water, and he is the only one who can make the flowers of high mountains fall into the mortal world. He should be proud, right? Ye Chuanze opened his eyes, and he looked at Hongjun who was on top of him and above his head. His usually dark and clear eyes were now filled with a watery light, and his eyes were hazy and blurred. "Master..." He called out, but found that his voice was hoarse and his throat was dry. "Yeah." Hongjun answered him absentmindedly, his voice equally hoarse and unreasonable, "Stop talking, close your eyes, and obey." That low and sexy voice was full of desire that could not be concealed. Different from the arrogant and willful self in the past when he is awake, Ye Chuanze is always particularly well-behaved and obedient in bed. This is probably due to his feeling that troubles should not be brought to the bed. The bed should be a comfortable and relaxing place. Ideas of place. So this time, Ye Chuanze also closed his eyes obediently. Then, he felt a soft but passionate kiss fall on his eyes. This kiss has a fiery temperature that can burn everything in the world, but it is also extremely gentle and affectionate, full of the most tender treasure in the world. Something flowed out from the corner of his eyes. Ye Chuanze closed his eyes and his eyelashes trembled slightly. He couldn't see it. Based on his feeling and instinct, he reached out and touched Hongjun's face. His movements were extremely gentle and filled with deep attachment. . Then his hand was grabbed by another more generous hand, and Ye Chuanze's hand was pulled hard by Hongjun and wrapped around his waist. Hongjun's waist is very narrow but very powerful, and the muscles on his waist are strong and sexy. Ye Chuanze wraps his hands around his waist. Then he sensitively discovered that his body was being lifted up. "Well..." A groan came from Ye Chuanze's mouth, and the painful feeling of being invaded from behind made him scream out in surprise. What followed was a moment of violent thrusting, and Ye Chuanze couldn't help but whimper, making a pitiful sound like the cry of a cub. "It's so pitiful..." The man who caused all this said without any guilt. He lowered his head and kissed his eyes softly, but the movements of his lower body did not stop at all, hitting him again and again. "I...shit!" What he responded to was a curse from the person next to him. Outside the house, the moonlight was strong and the night was still very long. In the huge bedroom, under the curtains of the bed, two black figures were intimately intertwined.
On the bright red bedspread, a man lay soundly asleep, completely unclothed, with only a thin blanket casually draped over him. His bare arms, thighs, and chest were exposed, revealing a scene of spring. The skin on his chest was marked with various shades of blue and purple, and the room still held a blush-inducing, ambiguous atmosphere that made it clear how intense last night's encounter had been.
The man's long, dark eyelashes fluttered as he stirred, slowly opening his eyes. Still groggy from sleep, he scanned the room with a dazed expression. It was evident that he had not fully awakened yet; he seemed confused about the time and place.
After a moment, Ye Chuanze blinked and finally came to his senses. Memories of last night flooded back to him, scenes from their time in this room flashing rapidly through his mind.
"Damn it!" Ye Chuanze couldn't help but curse under his breath as he looked down at himself. Even someone as thick-skinned as he was now felt his face flush with embarrassment at the thought of last night's wildness. It was utterly shameful!
That wasn't me! That wasn't me! That wasn't me!!
No matter how much Ye Chuanze tried to deny it, he couldn't change the fact that he had shamelessly seduced and indulged Hongjun last night, leading to an intense battle that lasted until dawn. The bed creaked under the strain of their activities. Remembering those scenes made even Ye Chuanze's usual boldness falter; he felt a deep sense of shame. It was too crazy! This wasn't their first time together—why had he lost control like that last night?
Perhaps it was because they were so in tune with each other? After finally expressing their feelings and resolving the misunderstandings that had long been buried in their hearts, their emotions deepened and became more intimate. Indeed, only when hearts and feelings are closely intertwined can physical union become more harmonious.
Ye Chuanze sat on the bed, lost in thought. If that were the case, it would explain everything. After a while, he suddenly chuckled at himself; he hadn't realized how many misunderstandings had existed between him and Hongjun all this time. Looking back now, despite how much he had mocked Hongjun or argued with him in the past, he had blindly believed that Hongjun would never betray their relationship—how naive and self-righteous he had been!
He didn't know that Hongjun could also be so out of control; it didn't seem like him at all. The image of Hongjun's distorted face from last night flashed in his mind, making Ye Chuanze smile. It seemed this man wasn't so boring after all!
He glanced around the room but didn't see Hongjun anywhere. Ye Chuanze frowned; where could he have gone so early in the morning? No man would be happy to wake up after a one-night stand only to find his partner missing from beside him. Especially since Ye Chuanze was the one who had been worn out; he had intended to give Hongjun a good beating once he woke up. After all the torment he'd endured until dawn, it was clear that no matter how rational or indifferent someone appeared outside of bed, once they were in bed, their usual self-control crumbled away.
Ye Chuanze sat quietly for a moment before deciding to get up. "Ouch!" A sudden wave of pain shot through him from behind, causing him to cry out involuntarily—it hurt so much! What a beast!
He almost needed to support himself as he got up; pulling off the blanket revealed his battered body covered in bruises. When Ye Chuanze saw the marks on his skin that were impossible to hide, his expression darkened instantly.
With a grim face, he dressed while muttering curses under his breath. He walked over to the window and opened it wide; fresh air rushed in along with a refreshing breeze that made him squint comfortably. He opened every window in hopes that the clean air would disperse the lingering ambiguous scent in the room.
After a moment, Ye Chuanze awkwardly opened the door and left the bedroom. He walked down the corridor, passing by flowering trees while looking ahead when suddenly his steps halted; he could not move forward any longer.
In the garden ahead, beneath a tall Kapok Tree, stood a Purple-Clad Daoist wielding a silver sword and dancing gracefully in the wind. His demeanor was elegant and proud like bamboo. With one stroke of his sword, he became renowned far and wide.
Ye Chuanze stood at a distance watching this scene in awe.
"Will you dance for me with your sword from now on?"
"Good."
The words from yesterday linger in my ears; you truly did it, never deceiving me.
Ye Chuanze smiled lightly. Well, I’ll let you off this time. I’ll pretend your sudden departure this morning never happened; consider yourself lucky!
A sword flashed like a startled swan, its cold light radiating everywhere, the sharp sword energy startling the branches of the Silk Cotton Tree, causing petals to fall. The bright red petals danced in the air, accumulating a thin layer on the ground. Ye Chuanze walked over, and sensing his approach, Hongjun sheathed his sword.
"You are indeed more suited for swordplay," Ye Chuanze said as he stepped closer, reaching out to rest his hand on Hongjun's temple, removing a petal from his hair.
Hongjun frowned slightly at the remark and stubbornly insisted, "I can play the guqin too."
"No need."
Hongjun looked at him questioningly.
"I said no need; you don't have to be like this," Ye Chuanze replied with a smile, speaking deliberately. "I prefer swords over guqins."
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