Qiang Jin Jiu - Chap 164

The two were barely close, Xiao Chiye stared at Shen Zechuan, his gaze reached his thin lips along his eyebrows, and said dumbly, “I love you so much.”

Shen Zechuan raised a shudder, which was the trembling of defeat. He was in the dim, like the night captured, and even if it diffused, he was still entangled in Xiao Chiye. He was caught so tightly that everything in his eyes was exposed to Xiao Chiye.

Xiao Chiye approached. This was a close confrontation. He muttered maliciously and badly: “I love you so much.”

Shen Zechuan felt that he was going to be broken by Xiao Chiye. This sentence killed him many times. His camouflage had nowhere to hide, and the only “Shen Zechuan” was exposed in front of Xiao Chiye. This is the one that Shen Zechuan himself could not face up to. All the things about hypocrisy, deceit, and yin were swept into the tide.

Shen Zechuan was breathing.

The word love means unreserved.

Xiao Chiye made Shen Zechuan’s eyes moist. When Shen Zechuan arrived at the edge of the table, the feeling of being filled ran in his body, letting him sobb softly, and nostalgically nostalded Xiao Chiye’s temperature.

Xiao Chiye tied Shen Zechuan’s wrists, and from the waist line up was the meniscus. He was standing against the touch of Yingrun by his height. The entry and exit were absolute strength, as if he wanted to nail the words “I love you so much” On Shen Zechuan’s body, burn into Shen Zechuan’s bones and blood.

The jade beads were polished brightly.

Outside the military tent there was the sound of the inspection team walking around. Someone was talking and laughing not far away, and the wind was moving. But that’s another world, that doesn’t belong to Shen Zechuan. He can only hear the sound of the table being bumped and offset, the combined tide, and Xiao Chiye’s heartbeat.

Every time is “I love you so much”.

This made Shen Zechuan unable to carry, he was about to overflow, whether it was voice or something else. He shivered and couldn’t even stand still. He reached out his fingers in the extreme loss of voice and gently caught Xiao Chiye’s robe in the restraint.

This hook made Xiao Chi’s ambition soft.

Xiao Chiye kissed the back of the neck, as if embracing Shen Zechuan. He was so fierce, yet so gentle. Shen Zechuan pillowed Xiao Chiye backwards, with beautiful strings across his waist, and he was closely connected with Xiao Chiye again.

Xiao Chiye lifted the restraint, Shen Zechuan supported the table edge, but he seemed to give up, exhausted his efforts in the shaking, and reached Xiao Chiye’s arm in the future.

Xiao Chi wildly murmured in his throat, and kissed in the ear of Shen Zechuan, as if holding him, as if praising him.

Water drops fell on the corner of Shen Zechuan, and he closed his eyes wetly and trembled softly with the greatest restraint: “Aye.”

Xiao Chiye buried himself next to Shen Zechuan’s neck. He was drunk, and he was chanted by the bad guy all day long, and every one seemed to be an invitation. He froze, as if awake, and responded naturally: “Huh?”

“Ce’an,” Shen Zechuan tilted his head, opposed to Xiao Chiye’s breath, almost innocently calling, like a dental rhetoric, “I, good, love, you, ah.”

Xiao Chiye lost his hand on the waist, and his mouth was dry and backed out. He quickly lifted his blue boat off the ground, walked to the bedside, and turned people around.

Xiao Chiye took Shen Zechuan’s hand, kissed him deeply, and entered deeply. They have to face each other and look at each other’s ugliest and best looks. Xiao Chiye lifted Shen Zechuan’s wet hair, there was no space between them, and even the incomplete fit.

They are secretly intimate and joyful.

The sweat of the battlefield couldn’t stop sweating.

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Three minutes later, Xiao Chiye was walking in the frosty grass field with Shen Zechuan on his back.

“It’s been a long time,” Shen Zechuan hugged the wind collar, buried on Xiao Chiye’s back, and said muffled, “Run.”

“Exhaust me.” Xiao Chiye turned him upside down.

Shen Zechuan pinched Xiao Chiye’s little pigtail hidden in his collar with his fingers and said, “I’m exhausted.”

It’s still early, and the East Mountain Range has blocked some vision. The wind was very strong, and two people covered the same big salamander. It was not yet bright, and they had left Shayi Battalion. There is a small Wanglou to the north, which has been abolished. Xiao Chiye is here.

The two men embraced the grandmother, squeezed together, and sat in the old watchtower, facing the east waiting for the sunrise.

“I thought you were here to propose a marriage,” Xiao Chiye put Shen Zechuan’s head over his shoulder, “I’m almost getting old.”

Shen Zechuan was afraid of the cold, and the wind was strong. He stretched out half a finger, picked up the big cock, and then drilled in, wishing to bury the whole person in Xiao Chiye’s chest to avoid the wind.

“I’ll come back when you’re eighty,” Shen Zechuan said. “Your dad can’t cut me.”

Xiao Chiye pressed his chin over Shen Zechuan’s head across the big salamander, and said, “Anyone is a monarch, the spirit of elopement must still be there.” He thought, and continued, “The old man appreciates you. ”

Shen Zechuan wanted an assassination Qingqi, was it really placed along the Chashi River? This kind of team needs impersonal self-control because it is so easy to use. How long has Shen Zechuan prepared to build such a team? If he succeeds with all his efforts, the question will return to the original. Can this team continue to be placed along the Chashi River? Does Shen Zechuan really only want to use them along the Chashi River? This is a slaying knife, and it has a dark reflection of Shen Zechuan on the other side.

Without Xiao Chiye.

Xiao Chiye pulled Dasao down a bit, revealing Shen Zechuan, and said, “Here it is.”

Shen Zechuan looked east with his eyes open, and Xiao Chiye lifted his chin directly.

The sky was thick with clouds rolling, the wind was blowing in the dim sky, and then, the golden mang broke in the gap, like a few arrows of light passing through the clouds. In Yunlang, a round of sun was launched. It seemed to be carrying thousands of weights, crushing Liuyun into broken foam, and lifted it with magnificence. The 10,000 hectares of grass were lit up, the frost burned, and the ground was shining brightly, paving the ground, and the withered grass was like the light shining back, and the sound of the tide waves clear into the ear.

“Xiao Ce’an.” Shen Zechuan said inexplicably.

Xiao Chiye poked him on the cheek.

Shen Zechuan held it, exposing the red between his wrists, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

The sky was swinging with brilliant golden waves, and the blue was like soaked rice paper, and soon they stained their heads. The vast snowy tops of Hongyan Mountain capped the clouds, the eagles hovered humming, and Shen Zechuan and Xiao Chiye were stained with gold in the wind.

The wind was so swift that Shen Zechuan had the illusion that he was about to be blown away.

But Xiao Chiye steadily stood behind him, gradually holding his hand back.

“You can do anything,” Xiao Chiye whispered. “You won’t fall if you are with me.”

The author has something to say: I have physical pain today, I write slowly, I am sorry, I have a thousand words to make up the next chapter