Seize My Boyfriend - B4 (9)
The airtight room couldn’t accommodate too much noise, and there was the sound of iron dragging from time to time, which made people flustered.
Jiang Henian couldn’t wait for an answer for a long time. Despair gradually spread like a tide, flowing all over his limbs, and slowly raised his hands: “Does Yang Yang hate senior brother?” Seeing the despair in his eyes gradually overflowing, Mo Zhiyang blinked his eyes and signaled that he could not speak. Did this guy really forget
?
At this moment, I was so depressed that I wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm down.
The two were completely naked. Mo Zhiyang’s wrists were tied to the head of the bed, unable to move, and his ankles were also chained, so he could only bend his legs a little.
Jiang Henian was sitting sideways beside him, with his hands propped up, his long hair hanging down, his handsome face was very pale, and his lips were unbearably chapped.
But his desperate expression at this time is what makes people feel distressed: “Yangyang, let’s die together, and then be buried together. If we can’t live together, if we can die in the same acupuncture point, I will have no regrets.” Putting his hand on the tip of his nose, he slowly touched his lips, laughing bitterly
.
Die you big head ghost! Mo Zhiyang is a little angry now, it is better to live than to die, why should he die? Doing the task desperately is to live, not to die.
Because of this sentence, Mo Zhiyang’s heart suddenly ignited, because he was dead before, and now he is desperately living.
“However, I don’t want you to die. What if you are unhappy in the underworld?” Jiang Henian said, his hands trembling, and hanging powerlessly to his ear: “Yangyang, I am always afraid that you will be unhappy, and I always hope that you will be happy.” Smiling, Yang Yang should be smiling
.
This actor, actor, is simply unreasonable, Mo Zhiyang slowly closed his eyes, mobilized the only remaining inner part of his body, trying to open the meridians.
It’s a pity that this idea was discovered earlier. Jiang Henian was afraid that he would rush to open his acupuncture points and intentionally harass him, so he leaned over and kissed him, and then put his hand between his legs: “Don’t think about rushing to open the acupuncture points and leave me, Yangyang.”
Mo Zhiyang had calmed down at first, his meridians seemed to be breaking open, but he didn’t know when he teased him, so he could only stare at him sadly, and was wrapped up in the sea of ​​desire again.
But this time, Jiang Henian was very strange, his body temperature was abnormally high, and his hands were shaking all the time, whether it was restlessness or something.
But this guy did it so well, Mo Zhiyang really didn’t have the time to think about other things, so he just let him do whatever he wanted, and he didn’t realize it was wrong until he woke up the next day.
The two of them were naked, and Mo Zhiyang felt that the body holding him was getting hot, and he could faintly hear his abnormal breathing.
Don’t you have a fever?
Thinking about it, I was a little worried, took this opportunity to hold my breath and concentrate, and slowly mobilized my inner body. Twenty-one acupoints were sealed all over my body, and I could only break through one by one.
It was almost noon when he broke through the last acupoint, allowing the internal force to circulate in the body for two big cycles, and finally regained control of the body.
“Fuck!” Mo Zhiyang opened his mouth, and the first sentence he said was indeed this word.
Once he used his internal strength, the thin rope on his wrist was broken, and when he got up again, he directly tore off the iron chain, and Mo Zhiyang, who regained his internal strength, was the most beautiful cub of this gai.
He didn’t have time to take care of himself, so he reached out to touch his forehead, and it was really hot: “Fuck, you’re still attacking? Others attack for three days and three nights, and the golden gun doesn’t fall, but you are fine. You have a fever and a cold in just two days.” You can’t really ignore him. This guy is sick and confused now. I really want to watch him die like this, but the mission is important
.
He pushed the man into the bed, then covered the quilt thoughtfully, picked up the underwear and coat under the bed and put them on, and went to get him some water to drink.
Thinking about slapping the door directly, splitting the iron chain that locked the door, and hurried out.
After waiting for the people to go out, Jiang Henian reluctantly opened his eyes, saw the door open in a trance, and laughed at himself: Sure enough, I couldn’t afford to gamble, if I knew this, I should have killed him.
But not long after, when he heard the hurried footsteps, he was stunned for a moment, and then he closed his eyes contentedly: he won the bet, but Yang Yang was still reluctant to part with him.
After going out for a while, I found that this Zhuangzi was exquisite and beautiful, but there was no one there, probably all of them were sent away by dog ​​men, but the pharmacy kitchen had everything, so Mo Zhiyang had to boil some hot water and bring it over.
After he came back, he washed his hands, went back to grab some medicine, boiled the medicine soup and poured it down for him, and then he sat down on the footrest beside the bed to rest in peace.
Supporting his old waist, Mo Zhiyang suddenly felt that his fate was miserable: he was obviously imprisoned to play, so why did he have to serve the culprit in the end instead.
This guy is good, he stares at his legs, closes his eyes, boils medicine and wipes himself, and takes care of him, so that he doesn’t have to attack, but to be baited.
Mo Zhiyang sighed, lying on the bedside to take a rest, he fell asleep without thinking about this rest.
“Yangyang!” Jiang Henian’s fever faded, and he sat up in shock in his dying illness. When he turned his head and saw him sleeping beside the bed, he rushed over and hugged him, fearing that he would leave again: “Yangyang.
”
Pretending to just wake up, grandma called out: “Senior brother.”
“Yangyang!” After calling his name, Jiang Henian suddenly didn’t know what to say, just hugged him, his body temperature returned to normal, but his heartbeat was still fast: “I’m sorry.” As expected, he couldn’t say anything except apologizing
.
Mo Zhiyang blinked, and the water vapor in his eyes dizzy immediately, he struggled out from his arms: “Senior brother.” “Do you
feel disgusted, absurd?” Jiang Henian lowered his head, really didn’t know how to face him, his voice was crying, always making people feel pitiful: “Do you hate me very much?”
“Senior brother.” Mo Zhiyang sat on the bed, leaned into his arms proactively, and rubbed his cheek against his chest: “Senior brother, Yang Yang doesn’t hate you.” Hearing this sentence, Jiang Henian’s whole body trembled, his expression was unbelievable, as if great luck hit him: “You…you really don’t hate me? Don’t hate me, don’t get angry?” There is a way in one
turn
.
Breaking away from his embrace, Mo Zhiyang blinked his eyes, the water vapor became more obvious, and the moist eye sockets made people feel very distressed: “After the master died, I was the only senior brother. We depended on each other, and there was no one else but each other. How could I be angry with the senior brother, and I only hope that the senior brother only has me.” As he said, his blushing swelled until it reached his earlobes: “If the senior brother wants to do it, Yang Yang is fine, but you are not allowed to tie me up again, it hurts.” He said. Then, she unfolded the bruise on her wrist for him to see
.
You still have to show him the grievances, otherwise how can you make him feel sorry for himself?
Seeing the two bruises on his delicate white wrists, Jiang Henian felt distressed instantly, took his hands together and kissed delicately: “Senior brother won’t be here in the future, so Yangyang won’t be angry, okay
?
”
Seeing his answer, Mo Zhiyang smiled contentedly, but suddenly thought of something, pretending to be serious: “Then don’t make fun of your body, I am so worried about senior brother, I will grab medicine to wipe your body, and watch over you so you don’t dare to rest, I just wish I could make you sick.” If you don’t tell what you did, he will never know, silent love is only suitable for licking dogs, but white lotus is not a dog
.
But, you also need to pay attention to the method, you need to let people know, but you don’t feel disgusted, and you feel that he cares about yourself, this is called skill.
“I know, I know.” Jiang Henian didn’t know how to let go of his happy hands now. He originally thought that he would hate himself, but it turned out that he didn’t. It’s worth calling him dead now if he still cares so much.
Embracing him with big hands, he hugged him: “Yangyang, I won’t worry you again, okay?” ”
Yeah.” Mo Zhiyang responded softly and hugged him back.
Jiang Henian closed his eyes, and a big stone fell in his heart. He made the right bet and won the bet.
In fact, when Yang Yang was kidnapped, he had already calmed down. If he were let go at that time, he would actually be able to return to his original state.
It’s just that Jiang Henian is fed up with this kind of life, love can’t be declared, but he can only pretend that nothing happened, this kind of life is enough.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that every step of the way, before opening the door, Jiang Henian’s hands trembled nervously. After opening the door, when he met his eyes, he suddenly calmed down.
Because he was afraid that he would say something unpleasant and make him lose his mind, he simply pressed the Ya point. When he got close to him, he could feel Yang Yang’s catering, and he felt that the odds of winning were a little better, and he became happier.
Knowing that he can’t speak, Jiang Henian still deliberately asked him to call him husband and answer his own words, deliberately pretending to be irrational and desperately courting, so that he could see his love and his pity.
In the end, he accidentally discovered that he was sick and had a fever, so he simply used his tricks to gain sympathy for his illness, and deliberately let him break through the acupoints, wanting to see his decision.
Sure enough, he won, and he came back.
In this gamble, Jiang Henian’s only bet was Mo Zhiyang’s feelings for him these years, but he felt that he had won.
Mo Zhiyang also feels that he has won. Sometimes you think that you have the chance to win, but in fact these are all under my control.
Therefore, what kind of pot matches what kind of lid, two people should not go to the others to be honest.
“Yangyang, we don’t want to be the lord of the martial arts, and we don’t want any Jiejiao. Let’s go back to the mountains together, okay? The two of us are just husband and wife.” Jiang Henian asked tentatively, but his whole body trembled with nervousness.
Without even thinking about it, Mo Zhiyang refused directly: “No!”
“Why?” Why did he refuse, Jiang Henian’s eyes instantly turned red.
System prompt: The mission target is extremely dangerous, please handle it with the host.
