reborn madman

It was as if, what he was waiting for was not a man coming to fetch the red thread from him, but a kiss from a man.

As the man got closer, Wang Jin could clearly see the fine hairs on the man's face... His heart beat faster and faster, almost knocking out of his chest and hitting the man's body.

At the moment when the man was about to get close, Wang Jin suddenly closed his eyes, as if his rapid heartbeat could be calmed down as long as he closed his eyes and didn't look at the man.

The kiss finally fell, like a superficial touch, fleeting.

The hot and humid touch lingered on Wang Jin's lips, and the man seemed to deliberately hold Wang Jin's appetite, knowing that he was looking forward to it but still refused to get any further intimacy.It was like taking a feather and gently sweeping Wang Jin's heart, making Wang Jin's heart itchy.

Wang Jin pursed his lips, and opened his eyelashes tremblingly. Under the pink complexion, his face was full of dissatisfaction, and his eyes were fixed on the man's pale lips...

Yuan Hengxin was bumped suddenly and lost his rhythm.

That little brother pouted dissatisfiedly, like a clingy little beast, expecting his master to get close to him as much as he wants...

The man's fingertips trembled, and he could hardly hold the red thread he had just drawn into his hand.

Wang Jin stared at the man for a while, seeing that the man had nothing to say, he couldn't hold back, pouted and wanted to kiss him.

"!" Yuan Heng's heart was beating faster and faster, and the little brother's pouting appearance all revealed this information. This person is longing for him...very, very longing for him...

This kind of cognition makes a man's heart seem to be enriched by something, and the feeling of satisfaction is overflowing. There is nothing more exciting and pleasing than knowing that his brother is eager for him...

but……

Yuan Heng moved his knuckles, retracted the red thread that was about to be released into his palm, put it on his right hand, and presented it in front of Wang Jin.

"Brother, can you tie the red thread for me?"

The movement of approaching was suddenly interrupted, Wang Jin seemed to be frightened, he took a small step back, his eyelids drooped, and he saw the red beard hanging on the man's wrist, and the man's hand seemed to be out of control. Good action so-so, can't tie it on.

This red thread can be used as a token of my brother's acknowledgment of the orc, and the orc will value it very much, and will wear it before getting married, to prove that I am a brother who is happy... A wise brother will not pester this orc...

After getting married, the red beard will be removed by the orcs and put away.

Staring at the red beard, Wang Jin had an inexplicable feeling - if a man wears a red beard, he is his own... This is a feeling that he didn't have when he got married.

Wang Jin's heart moved slightly, he lifted his knuckles slightly, and touched them with his fingers.

The little brother touched the red beard with his delicate fingers, and his white and slender fingers and the bright red beard created a great visual impact. He obviously just wore a red beard, but in the eyes of a man, he didn't know Why is there a tantalizing charm.

The man's heart was beating so much that it was as if someone was knocking on it vigorously. He was hot all over. Looking at the soft and obedient brother in front of him, he wished he could hold him tightly in his arms, making him soft and fragrant, and his whole body was hot. All with their own flavor.

The man's ears were burning. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't control himself. He shrank his knuckles and squeezed Wang Jin's hand firmly in his own.

The man's hand is broad and warm, and if he wraps the entire palm in his palm, the hand will be extra comfortable...

The man seemed to be getting hot. The high palm temperature not only caused sticky sweat to gradually emerge from the man's own palm, but even Wang Jin seemed to be infected, his entire palm was covered in sweat.

Sweat mingled, and the clasped hands were wet and sticky, just like the sweat on your body after doing something.

Thinking of something, Wang Jin's heart twitched slightly. With his complexion burning hot, the fingertips wrapped in the man's palm moved slightly, and gently scratched the man's palm.

"..." The man's hand paused, his knuckles trembled uncontrollably, and then his knuckles tightened, holding Wang Jin's hand, preventing him from moving.

"Little brother..." The little brother's eyebrows are full of spring... He just wants to be picked and beautiful, as long as Yuan Heng wants to, he can pick this flower with ease...

Yuan Heng's eyes were deep, and he paused for a moment, then said softly: "Danmu Tribe has a place that lovers like to go to, little brother... are you interested?"

Wang Jin raised his eyes, blinked his moist eyes, and nodded: "Yes."

Yuan Heng held Wang Jin's hand tightly, pulled him to his side and said, "I'll take you there."

This place is different from the romance in other places, this place is a cemetery.

The high and low graves are densely arranged in one place, and the wilderness touches the periphery of the tribe, and the roar of fierce beasts can be heard.

Almost as soon as he arrived here, Wang Jin suddenly hugged the man's arm, and hid behind the man shyly, as if terrified.

The little brother turned pale with fright, trembling behind him, his clear eyes also darkened.

Yuan Heng's heart twitched, and he regretted bringing Wang Jin here.

He held him in his arms and said, "We won't go, let's go back."

"Hey..." Wang Jin looked around and reached out to grab the man: "This...why is this place where lovers come?"

Yuan Heng followed Wang Jin's gaze and looked around. This place is gloomy, and there is nothing that can be called romantic. In the past, only someone in the tribe died would be buried here... It really doesn't look like a couple should come here. The place.

Yuan Heng was silent for a while, and said: "Come here, one is to witness the lovers in the tribe to the deceased, let them know that the race is still developing well, and the other is..."

Yuan Heng paused, and said with some difficulty: "This place is a bit gloomy, and some brothers will be afraid. The orcs hope to give them a sense of security here, so that brothers can recognize him."

"..." Wang Jin was taken aback when he heard the words, isn't this similar to a hero saving the beauty?

Wang Jin's eyelids twitched, these little thoughts... these orcs are very scheming!

Yuan Heng said: "I brought you here because I wanted the former leader to meet you."

Wang Jin paused after hearing the words, moved his knuckles slightly, and boldly said: "Then...then let's continue walking."

As he spoke, he pushed Yuan Heng, and Yuan Heng looked at Wang Jin.

The little brother was trembling with his hands obviously afraid, but his attitude was very firm, and he moved forward one step ahead of him.

As if for him, he was willing to break into the dragon's lake and the tiger's den.

Feeling warm in Yuan Heng's heart, he stretched out his arms to embrace him and said, "No need, it's already here."

Wang Jin froze, and looked to the side. There were no monuments erected on any of the hills... He didn't know which hill it was.

The Danmu tribe does not seem to have the custom of offering sacrifices to their ancestors, and people are buried here in a relatively simple manner after death.

However, the Danmu tribe used to be a wandering tribe. In wandering tribes, people buried their dead on the spot. It is normal for them not to have this custom.

Yuan Heng pointed to Wang Jin, and accurately settled on the mountain bun closest to them.

Wang Jin's knees softened, and he knelt down on the mountain bag. He bowed to him three times in a proper manner, and Yuan Heng also knelt down.

After cleaning up the grave bag slightly, the two left.

Afterwards, Yuan Heng took Wang Jin to all the places that Danmu tribe couples love to go.

The latter places are nothing new, they are undoubtedly some more beautiful places, but there are men around, and Wang Jin also has a good time.

But these places are people who have no further relationship will come, all the activities in all places are full of temptation...

Wang Jin finally understood why he had never seen a man bring him to these places. He and the man had lived together a long time ago, so he didn't need these temptations. Those who come to test...

He also doesn't like this way of testing very much.

When he went back, the night was already dark, the man sent him back to the house, and went back to his own house.

Wang Jin was tired all day, he almost half-closed his eyes, took off his coat and lay on the bed. In a daze, he always felt that he had forgotten an important thing.

After thinking about it, he suddenly remembered that he originally wanted to get close to the man, but one day... The man took him around to play, but he didn't see the slightest intimacy...

Wang Jin seemed to think of the reason why the man lived in a separate room with him last night, and immediately beat his chest and stamped his feet.

He must have done it on purpose!Are you so afraid of having a relationship with yourself when your name is not right?

Wang Jin suddenly remembered that when he was living together with a man, the man waited until he got married before he had skin-to-skin contact with him...

As a brother he let go like this, that man actually...

Wang Jin was depressed, for some reason, but there was still a hint of sweetness in his heart, he knew that the man did this for his own sake.

It's just that the more you can't touch it, the more you want to touch it... Wang Jin's itching is so unbearable... he almost turned into a wolf!

If he didn't know that the man was thinking of him, he would have jumped on it like a hungry wolf!

How many days have they not been intimate? !

"Ka..." The door was suddenly pushed open a crack, and Wang Jin's hairs stood on end.

"Who?" Wang Jin asked, as if thinking of something, he called out to the door: "Brother Heng?"

"..." The footsteps of the figure stomped suddenly, and then the lights in the room turned on.

Cheng Bai looked at Wang Jin with a bad complexion: "You little jiaobao, you only miss your Brother Heng."

"Cheng Bai?" Wang Jin pulled the quilt aside to cover himself, wondering, "What are you doing so late?"

"..." After hearing the question, Cheng Bai paused, and walked forward in silence.

"?" Wang Jin looked at him puzzled.

But seeing him coming in front of her, with trembling fingertips, she took out a small paper bag from her bosom, opened it, and spread the contents in front of Wang Jin's eyes.

It was a piece of extremely beautiful golden pastry. Although it was not very delicate, it was fragrant.