Sword III + Douluo in the next sequel

Pushing the door shut, Tang San walked into his room with his soft body in his arms.

Yan Le lay on Tang San's chest, opened her eyes bewilderedly, looked around vainly, and asked suspiciously.

"This is not my room."

Yan Le raised his head, looked at Tang San ignorantly, and kept repeating this sentence.

Tang San hugged Yan Le, put him on his bed, looked down at him gently rubbing the soft pillow, stopped mumbling, and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

A dark light flashed across the black eyes, Tang San raised his hand, and gently stroked Yan Leyan's peach-like face.

Rough fingertips slid across Yan Le's delicate forehead, and slowly moved down, past his slender eyelashes, his delicate and straight nose, to his bright red and plump lips.

The fingertips rubbed against the moist red lips, and the slender fingertips tried to penetrate through the cracks of the lips to play with the little tongue that spoke ruthlessly.

Thinking of what Yan Le said tonight, Tang San's face darkened slightly, but he looked at Yan Le's sleeping face with a bit of tenderness.

Sighing softly, Tang San withdrew his fingers, leaned down ~ body, approached Yan Le's sleeping face, and said softly: "When will you know what I'm thinking?"

Yan Le's warm breath sprayed on Tang San's face, which was close at hand. The spring fragrance of the barley carried a slight peach blossom fragrance, and the red lips were slightly parted, and the fine white teeth and bright red tongue could be vaguely seen looming.

Tang San's breathing gradually became heavy, and the person he loved lay unconsciously under him, as if obediently letting others do whatever they wanted, this kind of temptation could not be resisted by a man, let alone Tang San.

Slowly getting closer, the hot air in the breath surrounded the two of them, Tang San looked directly at Yan Le's intoxicated little face, and gently pressed the pink lips that Xiao had dreamed about countless times in his dream.

It's even more beautiful than I imagined——

Tang San relaxed~ his body, simply imprinted his lips on Yan Le's lips.

It's just this kind of feeling that makes Tang San, who has no emotional experience in his previous and present lives, addicted to it.

What I can smell in my breath is the smell of Yan Le, as if the two of them are already in love with each other, and there is me in you.

Yan Le felt something strange in her body in her sleep, and her brain, which was anesthetized by alcohol, turned weakly, and struggled slightly.

"Wuuuu, let go of the nest."

Because Yan Le wriggled his lips to speak, the corners of their lips rubbing against each other brought Tang San a more intense and comfortable feeling.

But now Tang San didn't pay attention to this, his usually slender and powerful body became stiff like a sculpture the moment Yan Le opened his eyes.

Bursts of cold sweat broke out on Tang San's back, his breathing stopped, his heartbeat began to speed up, and within a short time his heartbeat rose to the maximum.

Tang San froze on the spot nervously, his eyes drifted, he didn't dare to look at Yan Le, for fear of seeing disgust and nausea in his eyes.

If he found these emotions in Yan Le's eyes, Tang San didn't know what he would do.

Will Lele leave me, or hate me for that?

What should I do, what should I do if Lele leaves me.

Otherwise, lock Lele up to a place only I know, so that he can only watch me alone.

Suppressing the terrifying thoughts entrenched in the corner of his heart, Tang San struggled to shift his gaze to Yan Le who did not speak, waiting for his final answer.

Yan Le opened his eyes dizzily, looked at Tang San who was frozen on his body with blank eyes, felt the strangeness on the pink lips, Yan Le stretched out his small tongue, and licked Tang San's lips, vaguely Qingdao: "Honey smell~~"

Yan Le: The honey-flavored jelly in front of me is really delicious and sweet!