Demon

Yu Ya finally got the clothes he wanted, even though the clothes were a little too small, and his ankles were exposed, he still couldn't help himself.

Cen Guan sat at the table and looked at him, suddenly said: "Do you still want to drink blood?"

Yu Ya didn't even lift his eyes: "If you think you're going to die slowly, I'll drink it."

Although Cen Guan's body was stronger than that of ordinary people, his life-threatening injuries could not heal quickly, so his face was still pale and he looked sick.

Cen Guan stared at Yu Ya for two seconds, folded up his sleeves, and casually placed them on the table.

Yu Ya nonchalantly fiddled with the gold thread embroidery on his clothes. After a long time, he finally seemed to have had enough of seeing it. Then he adjusted the clothes slowly and held Cen Guan's arm in his hand.

He was like a romantic guest enjoying fine wine, every movement was unhurried, and he gently put his lips on Cen Guan's wrist.

The fangs hadn't come out yet, and the pain hadn't come yet, Yu Ya raised his eyelids, his eyes fell lightly on Cen Guan's face, he suddenly smiled, his breath was on the skin between his wrists, it was warm and sultry .

He held Cen Guan's wrist, leaned on the table and approached Cen Guan until the two were close together.

His lips were still firmly attached to Cen Guan's skin, his eyes were full of smiles, and he kept staring at Cen Guan.

Cen Guan sat upright without moving, calmly accepting Yu Ya's provocation.

The tip of his tongue was licking kisses between his wrists, while Yu Ya's other hand touched Cen Guan's neck, and he wanted to lean into his arms.

Cen Guan's eyes finally changed, his body loosened for a moment, but his muscles tensed instantly.

Yu Ya smiled in satisfaction, bit a piece of wrist meat, and said vaguely: "Did the Taoist priest even give up his life for me?"

Cen Guan's brows were condensed, covering those tiny ripples deep in his eyes, and he tried to withdraw his arm from under Yu Ya's lips.

Yu Ya raised his eyebrows, let the arm go obediently, lay on the table and looked at Cen Guan with a smile: "Regret?"

Cen Guan glanced at Yu Ya expressionlessly, and was about to get up and leave.

As soon as he moved, Yu Ya sat in his arms in an instant, and wrapped his two strong, white and slender arms around Cen Guan's neck, shaking them like a joke: "Are you still shy?"

Cen Guan's face was even colder, making it impossible to see any emotion, but Yu Ya was enjoying himself, approaching Cen Guan's face, their eyes met, only two or three inches apart.

"You like me, right? The dream you had that night," the lips covered, mixed with a vague whisper, "Is that so?"

Cen Guan lowered his eyes and said nothing, but Yu Ya's other hand suddenly dropped.

His smile became sweeter and more sinister, and his red clothes looked like burning flames and beautiful poppies, making him even more enchanting, and he suddenly merged with the seductive phantom in the illusion: "Is it still like this? "

Cen closed his eyes, and his slightly rapid breathing gradually returned to normal. When he opened it again, Yu Ya was still looking at him with a tilted head and a smile.

Cen Guan finally said, "What do you want?"

Yu Ya said maliciously: "Shouldn't I be asking you this?"

His evil smile, which was sure of winning, froze suddenly, because Cen Guan put his hand on the back of his head, and covered it with an aggressive kiss in the next moment, fierce and domineering, making Yu Ya's kiss just now light and fluffy like a little girl noisy.

The ice on Cen Guan's body instantly turned into steaming heat, boiling majesticly, covering the sky and covering the earth. Yu Ya has never experienced such a sense of oppression from him.

No matter how cold his appearance is, Cen Guan is gentle in nature.

Now, the tenderness was also torn to pieces, his hands were like iron tongs, imprisoning Yu Ya so that he couldn't move, and could only passively accept rough/brutal kisses.

His lips became numb and painful. Facing the force that was so powerful that it could be completely suppressed, Yu Ya actually felt a trace of fear. Ya was completely confined in his arms.

It wasn't until Yu Ya's hands and feet went limp and his eyes turned black that the torture between his lips relaxed a bit. Yu Ya Xunkong pushed Cen Guan away a little, breathing in fresh air as if he had escaped from death, and his forehead was actually kissed. A thin layer of sweat.

"You... stinky Taoist priest... just say it if you want my life..."

"I don't want your life." Cen Guan's voice was hoarse, and jumped into Yu Ya's ears, as if his ears were also being kissed, "I only want you."

Yu Ya rubbed his ears, trying to make them less tingling, and raised his eyes just in time to meet Shang Cen Guan's gaze, which was dark and quiet, blending with seriousness and concentration into affection.

Yu Ya lost his mind for a while, and was hugged by Cen Guan. During the struggle, he felt his hands were wet and sticky, and there was a bloody smell coming from his nose. No wrinkle.

Cen Guan was like a taut bowstring, his lips were tightly pursed and his face was a little indifferent, but his eyes were burning with fire, as if he wanted to burn the two of them to death without giving up.

Yu Ya squinted his eyes, felt the belt being pulled away, and his callused fingers were moving on the skin, which made him shiver, and he became sober in an instant.

He clasped Cen Guan's hands. In the past, these hands were dry and warm, but now they were hot and wet.

Yu Ya hummed: "You, why are you taking off my clothes..."

He moved his body with some dissatisfaction, trying to wrap up the robe that had slipped on the bedding: "Although you don't like me wearing other people's clothes, you can't do this..."

Yu Ya's movements stopped suddenly, because Cen Guan suddenly leaned over, lowered his head, bit the robe with his teeth, and pulled it off from his hand again.

The robe slipped off, but Cen Guan's teeth landed on Yu Ya's shoulder without stopping their attacks.

Yu Ya hugged Cen Guan's head, he couldn't react what happened, he just felt hot.

Cen Guan whispered in his ear, "Monster!"

They are obviously two extremely despicable words, but they are extremely lingering, with a sense of helpless intimacy and pampering.

Yu Ya tugged at Cen Guan's hair, and Cen Guan suddenly buried his head on his neck and stopped still. After a while, he laughed softly, as if knocking on the bottom of Yu Ya's heart, making the beating there quicken.

Yu Ya was a little annoyed: "Why are you laughing!"

Cen Guan rubbed against his neck: "Laugh at you."

Yu Ya's hands were exerting force, and the pitch-black hair was entangled on his fingers, causing some pain, but Cen Guan didn't seem to notice it, and laughed softly: "But although it's not because of the clothes themselves, they are indeed an eyesore, so don't wear them any more. gone."

For some reason, the words that should have made him feel extremely uncomfortable, but Yu Ya's anger did not rise from the bottom of his heart, but turned to his head instead, making his face flush immediately.

Yu Ya was only stunned for a while before, if he still doesn't know what Cen Guan wants to do now, he won't have to be a monster in the future.

Yu Ya moved his body impatiently, but his eyes became clear, and the words he spoke were like a bucket of icy water to Cen Guan.

Yu Ya said: "Have you thought about it?"

He didn't speak very clearly, but the thousands of words and obstacles seemed to be materialized in an instant. Cen Guan didn't move for a long time, and his breathing was shallow.

Not surprisingly, along the way, Yu Ya knew very well what kind of person Cen Guan was. With a stupid and stubborn righteousness and righteousness in his heart, he took the road that was diametrically opposite to Yu Ya's.

However, Yu Ya closed his eyes, but not being surprised and not caring are two different things.

The person on his body got up, and the coolness swept over in an instant, Yu Ya felt like a stone was blocked in his heart, which made it hard for him to breathe.

It's one thing to care, but to care so much is another thing that surprised him.

At this time, something soft and warm suddenly covered his lips, Yu Ya suddenly opened his eyes, and Cen Guan was kissing him, tender and delicate.

The ice on his body has melted away, and the scorching flames have also been extinguished, and now he is a puddle of warm water, which makes people feel satisfied.

Cen Guan said softly: "I've thought about it a long time ago. Before you knew it, you were all my secret delusions..."

When he spoke, his voice was low and indistinct, and Yu Ya couldn't hear him clearly, so he couldn't care anymore.

Yu Ya blinked his eyes, touched Cen Guan's blood-soaked abdominal clothes with his hands, and suddenly stuck out his tongue to lick Cen Guan's lips, finally regaining the look of being able to do things with ease before.

"Can you do it now, do you want to..." Yu Ya deliberately paused, before kissing Cen Guan with a smile, "Shall I help you?"

The person lying on the bottom turned into Cen Guan. Yu Ya avoided Cen Guan's abdominal injury and sat on Cen Guan's lap.

Cen Guan looked at him leisurely, and the smile on Yu Ya's face gradually stiffened, turning into a rare shyness.

Cen Guan clamped Yu Ya's waist with one hand, pulled Yu Ya's hand with the other, put it on his lips and kissed it delicately, and said with a smile, "Fake evildoer."

The night is quiet, the temple is solemn, and in the simple and empty room, moaning/groaning and gasping are intertwined. The moonlight listened quietly in the middle of the night, and finally fell asleep with the tired and satisfied two.