Seize My Boyfriend - B4 (8)
“Huh?!” Why is this place so dark, there are no candles.
After Mo Zhiyang became conscious, he found himself lying on the bed, glanced around, wanted to speak, but found that he couldn’t say anything except whining.
Pain came from his wrist, and he realized that his wrist had been tied together. When he moved his foot, he heard the sound of iron chains colliding and dragging.
“Congratulations to the host, I would like to mention a small black room.” Seeing that he was still blindfolded, the system took the initiative to make a sound.
Little black house? What about a small black house? Who shut himself up, that water ghost? Mo Zhiyang whimpered and wanted to ask a question, but when he opened his mouth, he realized that he couldn’t make any sound, as if he was dumb.
“Let me recount what happened.” The system gloated a bit: “The small system puzzle class has started, and that water ghost is Jiang Henian, who knocked you out, sealed your true energy with a silver needle, tapped the Ya point, and locked you in this small black room.” Jiang Henian
? Is he blackened?
Mo Zhiyang was taken aback: But it’s not right, if he turns black, the system will prompt that the mission failed, and then find a reason to send himself away, and he will definitely not be here.
“He is only a little bit away from blackening. If you don’t comfort him well, the mission will fail. He is now on the verge of blackening. Be careful, the host.” Be careful, Mo Zhiyang scolded the system thousands of times in his heart: In this situation, you have to be careful no matter what, damn it
!
Jiang Henian had already washed up, his hair was tied up with a red headband, and his bright red clothes looked extra festive, as if he was about to get married.
There was a smile on her handsome face, and she became more and more delighted by the candlelight from the candle in her hand. She turned around the corridor non-stop, and walked towards the innermost room.
He looked extremely happy, but the candlestick in his hand, the candlelight flickered with the violent shaking of his arm, making it unreal.
Mo Zhiyang was lying on the big bed, when he heard the door creak and was pushed open, he turned his head and looked over, it was Jiang Henian who came in, struggling violently: “Dog man, what are you going to do?”
Seeing him struggling, Jiang Henian’s heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, Yang Yang would still do this, but it didn’t matter, he did it himself, even if he didn’t accept it, it didn’t matter.
“Yangyang, you’re awake.” Jiang Henian put the candlestick on the low table beside the bed, and sat down on the edge of the bed with a smile on his face, the same as before: “Are you hungry?
”
Seeing him struggling, Jiang Henian sighed slightly, stretched out his hand to caress his cheek: “I originally thought, just endure it like this until Yang Yang understands, but I found that you never understood.” I understand, can you give me a chance to speak
? I can reflect on myself, I repent! Mo Zhiyang opened his mouth now, but couldn’t say a word.
The anxious hands kept struggling, but the iron chain was tied to the head of the bed, and the true energy in his body was sealed, and he couldn’t break free at all.
Jiang Henian came from the same vein as himself. Although the two learned different exercises, they both knew each other’s internal energy very well. He sealed the acupoints, and he really couldn’t break through for a while.
“Are you still thinking about how to leave me?” Jiang Henian thought his struggle was a desire to escape, and his originally tense nerves were broken all at once.
Mo Zhiyang was a little worried that he would turn black suddenly, so he could only calm down, lay quietly on the bed, and looked at him: Can you give me a chance to speak?
“Are you disappointed in senior brother? You don’t even think about struggling.” Jiang Henian’s eyes were filled with despair, the junior brother must really hate him.
Did Qiong Yao start again in this person’s head? It’s wrong to struggle by yourself, and it’s wrong not to struggle, you bastard, you’re going to piss me off!
“It doesn’t matter if you hate it, junior brother, do you know that after you become an adult, every time your senior brother is emotional, you are always on your mind.” Now that this is the case, Jiang Henian doesn’t mind making it clear.
Mo Zhiyang complained in his heart: I know, how could you poke your thigh so hard when you were sleeping with Grandpa in your arms, how could you not know.
Seeing that he didn’t respond, Jiang Henian sneered, took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, knelt and sat beside him, stroking his neck with his hands: “Yangyang, please stay by my side.” Can you please give me a chance to speak
? Mo Zhiyang was already unable to complain, so he could only sigh.
But it was this sigh that aroused Jiang Henian’s emotions again: “Shut up!” He sighed because he hated himself? How could he hate himself.
Mo Zhiyang said: Master didn’t say anything, he shut up already.
Not wanting to hear any more nasty words from his mouth, Jiang Henian leaned over and kissed him, imprisoning him in his body, and teasing his tongue to seduce him. The delicate and soft touch is the taste he longs for day and night.
Just begging him not to blacken, so Mo Zhiyang loosened his jaw obediently, did not resist, and even pandered a little.
This is called Jiang Henian’s joy, his hands slowly slid down his neck, and he opened his clothes, revealing a piece of white: “Yangyang forced me, Yangyang is so sweet and sweet, always seducing me, don’t you think so?” Yes, you are right
! Mo Zhiyang was too lazy to argue with him, and he couldn’t open his mouth either.
Let go of the lips, keep going down, the lips passed the delicate skin of the neck, and then moved to the bottom, and kissed it: “Would Yang Yang feel disgusted, the brother you admire, actually has such dirty thoughts for you.” Can’t help it, don’t want to bear it, even if he hates himself, it doesn’t matter, then fuck him until he can’t do without himself, and can only call his brother with a soft and sweet voice
.
No, because I always knew about it, but I just didn’t want to bother you. If Mo Zhiyang could move now, he would definitely kick him out of bed.
“My yang yang is the best yang yang in the world.” Jiang Henian’s eyes were red, and he looked obsessively at the person lying obediently below him.
I have been reborn in two lives, I should have taken revenge and eliminated those who have harmed me one by one, but God bestowed this brilliant sun to warm me for a long time.
Ever since he was a child, this little bun likes to follow behind him, softly calling him senior brother. At that time, he only had senior brother in his eyes, and it should be the same now.
Grandpa knows that Grandpa is unparalleled in the world, so why don’t you open my dumb acupoint first, okay? Mo Zhiyang was powerless to complain, this guy had already turned into a sick and delicate person.
Hey, he never thought he would end up here, Mo Zhiyang sighed, and let him do whatever he wanted.
“Yangyang, can you give it to brother?” Jiang Henian’s voice trembled. Although he had already stretched it carefully, he was still afraid of hurting him, so he lifted his left leg to his shoulder.
Can I say bad? I couldn’t even say a fucking word, Mo Zhiyang ignored him, but he took the initiative to put his right leg around his waist, blushing and turned his head away.
Jiang Henian was overjoyed by this series of actions, and slowly leaned down: “Yangyang, are you willing?”
Mo Zhiyang bit his lower lip, glared at him with moist lips, and nodded inaudibly.
“Yangyang, I love you.” Jiang Henian straightened up slightly, and couldn’t hold back his movements anymore: “Yangyang, call me brother, can you call me husband?” Huh~ Mo Zhiyang was distracted by the top, but he still didn’t forget to complain: Stupid icha, you can untie my dumb acupoint, and I can call you dad
.
“Yangyang, don’t leave me please, call me Husband.” Jiang Henian propped his hands on both sides of his head, but his movements were urgent and ruthless: “Yangyang, please be with your husband forever, please.
”
“If I break your leg, will you never be able to leave me again?” Jiang Henian slowly touched the knee from the ankle, and rubbed it ambiguously.
Fuck, if you dare to break my leg, I will pinch your third leg off. Thinking about it, I tightened it deliberately, and heard the person on my body gasp.
Jiang He laughed out loud, slowly slid his hands from his knees to his steps, and slapped him fiercely. Seeing his blushing face, he asked with a smile, “I think it’s better to make Yang Yang mine, so that you can’t leave me, okay?” Just you
? That’s it?
Mo Zhiyang stared at him disdainfully, and snorted softly: Hurry up and use your strength, I will kick you under the bed with one kick, you bitch.
The stars are shaking, the clouds are fluttering, the whole night, they are passing by, anyway, they are doing it when they wake up, and they are doing it when they pass out.
It was all Jiang Henian talking to himself, Mo Zhiyang was very helpless, obviously he was stabbed, why did this doggy man keep crying and laughing.
He also bit his chest until his chest was covered with blue and purple marks, and there was no good flesh on his body. Mo Zhiyang was so angry that he lifted his foot and wanted to kick him off.
“Yangyang!” Jiang Henian was woken up by the sound of the iron chain, and sat up suddenly. Seeing that the person beside him was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief, leaned over and kissed him, and then let go after a long time: “My husband sees you every morning, and I feel that this life has no regrets.” Yes, you were so happy last night, and Mo Zhiyang didn’t go to see him at first
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Seeing him like this, Jiang Henian panicked, sat beside him, and forced him to turn his face away: “Yangyang, what did my husband do to make you unhappy?” Mo Zhiyang pouted angrily: “Ignore you idiot, unless you give me pickled fish, salt-baked chicken, beef hot pot and sugar fire.
”
“Is Yangyang angry with your husband?” Seeing him pouted, Jiang Henian couldn’t help laughing out loud, and kissed his lips: “Yangyang, don’t be angry.” Jiang Henian was also worried, but he was worried, and he definitely wouldn’t ask him to take another step away from him. Ever since he heard that he fell into the water and disappeared, his heart felt as if he was dead
.
If he died, then he must have gone with others.
“Good boy, Yangyang.” Jiang Henian covered himself and himself with a thin quilt, stretched out his hand to his wrist, massaged his blood, and coaxed: “Good boy, Yangyang, can you please call me husband?” Calling your grandma, Mo Zhiyang glared at him: Did this guy forget about the Ya acupoint
