blood sacrifice

But why, the bottom of my heart seems to be overflowing with excitement, obviously exhausted, but like a pussy beast, I fawn on it, try my best to cater, give up my identity, give up my dignity, and spray sincere meanness, even at the expense of saying "chun" The sweet, sickly gasp of a woman!

The sky was shaking, and the crunching sound of the swaying bed was still in my ears. Even though I was a protoss, it turned out that I could be so slutty, so unbearable...

Just like what Sixth Brother said, as long as it brings me happiness, even if it's only fleshy, I can shamelessly call it happy...

A fist hit the bed board hard, the bed board was overwhelmed and trembled lightly with such great force, the already exhausted body screamed for pain because of this.

Rong Ye smiled brightly, only this heart-piercing pain can keep him sane, and keep him awake at the end, so that he doesn't get stuck in the mud again.

The palm was scorching hot, Rong Ye raised his hand, looked at the slippery palm in front of him in astonishment, the uncomfortable hotness slid down the corner of his eyes, moistened his silver hair, and wet his ears.

It turned out that I could still cry!

Rong Ye looked at the palm that had changed from warm to cold, and laughed unscrupulously. Tears slipped into his throat, he inhaled suddenly, coughed violently, the sky shook, and even his vision became chaotic, but the tears As if the embankment had been cut off, it surged out unobstructed.

Outside the door, Ling Xu, who had gone out earlier, was sitting quietly with his back against the door. Before he could close his open skirt, he bent one knee, put one hand on his knee, and bowed. With her head lowered and her arms lowered, You Lan's lively long hair, which seemed to have life, was pulled back lifelessly, obediently and obediently, listening quietly to the hoarse laughter of her lover in the room.

Every sound seemed to be like a sharp blade, cutting inch by inch at the tip of the heart. The hand that was naturally hanging on the side clenched into a fist tightly, the manicured and round nails sank deep into the palm, and the blood surged violently.

On the hazy side face, there were blue veins that were too late to be covered by long hair, expressing the pain that the master suppressed with all his might, but he also endured it willingly.

If it was in the past, he might be able to make a humble request, just for a corner where he can watch him quietly from the sidelines.

But at this moment, he knew that if he didn't give him a reason, he would be tortured and collapsed by his self-abandonment, even if it was hatred, let himself be the source of his resentment.

At least, you can let him live, at least, you can cry in your arms, let yourself watch, let yourself cry with him, even if he can't see it at all...

Hearing the hissing laughter in the room, and seeing his lord squatting in front of the door with his head bowed, the servants of Youming tactfully dispersed to avoid turning innocent people into cannon fodder.

"What's the matter, my lord? Didn't it look good yesterday? Why did it become like this so early in the morning?" In the distance, the heartless Yansha language suddenly burst out such a sentence, which was so shocking. Everyone was staggering, stumbling around and trying to calm down for a long time before they came back to their senses.

Mo Yan at the side quickly covered Yan Sha's mouth with his hands, lest the evil come out of his mouth and harm the innocent.

Bai Yuan looked at Yan Sha, who was tightly covered and about to be suffocated, with a face of sympathy and hatred, stretched out his hands seriously, and rubbed the frizzy hair: "You are still too 'young', it's an adult's business You don't need to know."

Without waiting for Yan Sha to jump, Hao Wenyan, who was the leader of You Ming's servants, couldn't help turning his head and giving him an approving look.

"Son, it's a good thing to be so 'innocent'. No one will say you're stupid, don't worry, who will dare to say that your sister is covering you in the future." When he came out, he looked back flirtatiously, with a teasing tone in his tone.

It wasn't until the laughter in the room gradually subsided, and Ling Xu, who had been sitting leaning against the door outside the door with his face in his arms, got up, and left the yard without stopping any longer.

When Ling Xu entered the room again with a bowl of hot porridge, Rong Ye had already returned to his normal state, with an indifferent expression on his face, as if he was the only one in this world, and everything around him was nothingness.

If it wasn't for the redness in the corners of the eyes, if it wasn't for the still slightly trembling lips from time to time, it would make people mistakenly think that it was someone else who laughed hoarsely in the room just now but was more sad than crying.

"Let's have some porridge." Approaching, sitting on the edge of the bed, handing over the porcelain bowl in his hand, Rong Ye's closed eyes couldn't see the deep and shallow lines, big or small, on the slightly outstretched hands scars.

Seeing that Rong Ye didn't respond, Ling Xu leaned over with a turbulent expression on his face, inserted one hand between his back and the quilt, and helped him up with his back.

Rong Ye shuddered violently, opened his eyes, and looked at Ling Xu with disgust on his face. He didn't know whether he was disgusted with Ling Xu's casual touch, or disgusted with himself who was nervous and throbbing because Ling Xu was just a casual movement. .

Memories flooded in like a tide, impacting the already fragile nerves, Rong Ye could still clearly remember the throbbing and excitement brought to him the moment this hand touched his body.

It seemed that he didn't care about Rong Ye's attitude towards him, or that he had already prepared for it in his heart. No matter how much he loathed himself at this moment, he couldn't tolerate himself.

Since you can't be satisfied and just hide in the corner and wait quietly, then let yourself keep him no matter how hard you use, no matter what he thinks, at least confine him in your arms, since you can't smooth him at any time Let him suffer in his arms, because at least, he can be by her side, which is a thousand times more painful than him.

Whether it is redemption or selfishness, I have tried to let him be free, free within the scope of my vision, and want him to be free from pain in freedom, but since things are not as expected and cannot be fulfilled, then I will imprison him in my arms. Here, let yourself suffer with him.

Rong Ye hastily straightened her body, even though such an action made that unspeakable part painful and throbbing, she was unwilling to make any physical contact with Ling Xu.

Withdrawing his empty arms, Ling Xu stirred the hot porridge in his hands without hesitation, blowing away the rising heat. Seeing Rong Ye sitting there quietly and straight, Ling Xu's lips slightly raised, smiling Gentle, scooped up a spoonful of hot porridge, handed it to Rong Ye's lips, stopped: "Drink while it's hot."

Rong Ye didn't turn his face to the side, avoiding the spoon that was handed to his lips, and looked at Ling Xu warily, as if he had some purpose to speak out.

Ling Xu smiled but said nothing, just holding the spoon still.

I really can't guess Ling Xu's thoughts, the twitching acupoints of the lower body made Rong Ye really inexperienced and wasted with him, and after a while, he was already sweating from the pain, and took the porcelain bowl with one hand resigned to fate, He took the spoon with one hand, lowered his eyes, and stirred it gently every now and then.

The tangy rice fragrance overflows with the stirring action, and some overcooked rice makes the rice too sticky, but it is also easier to digest.

Stirring it gently, you can still find the wolfberry powder, red dates, lotus seeds and longan meat that have been carefully aged for many years. Rong Ye couldn't help looking at it for a long time in surprise, but he didn't want to ask why it was.

While Rong Ye took the bowl, Ling Xu hurriedly got up and went behind Rong Ye to continue working, raised the pillow, and beat it as if it was not soft enough to make it more fluffy: "It will be more comfortable by relying on it."

Rong Ye didn't listen or ask or resist, and leaned forward obediently, leaning slightly on his side, trying not to press the overwhelmed part behind him, his stomach was really hungry, although he was surprised that he could still notice it. He was so hungry, but when he saw the silver hair scattered on his chest, he was surprised, but it was not surprising.

He scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it in his mouth. The sweetness of red dates and the fragrance of rice, at the end, was a slight bit of bitterness, Rong Ye couldn't help frowning.

Ling Xu, whose eyes seemed to reach Rong Ye, certainly would not let go of his expression. Looking at the eyebrows that were slightly raised although it was not easy to detect, Ling Xu patiently explained: "The lotus heart clears away heat, stops bleeding, and calms the nerves. I didn't go to , so it may be a bit bitter, if you are not used to it, I will give you those candied fruit again."

Hearing this, Rong Ye didn't make a sound, but the eyebrows that were slightly raised just now became more and more intense.

Ling Xu didn't mind a one-man show at all, as if he was satisfied even so, seeing Rong Ye's smooth shoulders and half-covered chest, as smooth as jade, without a single wound at all, except for the little spots left over from last night red marks.

Standing up, he picked up the robe at the side and put it on for Rong Ye, regardless of the tightly drawn eyebrows, he tightened the clothes and gathered the sleeves for him.

The tranquility of the room, the quietness of the years, as if time has stopped for this, the tight wait, one ignores it, and the other loves it.

There is a faint cold fragrance in the breath, alienated, but no longer so unreachable, cold, but seems to be filled with a little warmth due to the sun.

It seems that nothing happened between them, and everything is still waiting quietly, as long as he persists, as long as he is willing to take that step again.

But how can he believe in this world again after experiencing despair and betrayal, believe in the one who has hurt himself again and again, even in the next life...

Even if there is no such lotus heart, no matter how much honey is put in, as long as this porridge is brought by Ling Xu, it will be bitter for him to eat at Rong Ye.

I want to ask, who is going to show it to, and for what purpose, as long as he says, as long as I can let myself go, I will agree to anything...

It's just that there has never been any equality between them, let alone a position that can be negotiated, thinking that from the very beginning, he has lost, lost people, lost his heart, lost his identity, lost his status, and lost completely. Clean, but others dismissed it...