Only then did Shen Qingxuan know that it was only during the kiss that Yimo, who had always been indifferent, would have exceptional emotions.

When kissing, they first put them on slowly, and then the lips rubbed together, as if trying to feel the touch. When the rubbing became hot, Yimo seemed to lose patience, and the tip of his tongue touched his teeth. Shen Qingxuan did not hesitate, closed his eyes and opened his mouth obediently, letting him in to explore, his arms also spontaneously raised, wrapped around the back of Yimo's neck, completely trusting and delivering.

It's just that this kind of trust is not formed overnight. It is through acquaintance to understanding, and finally dismantling the guard against alien monsters, and trusting with all heart. just don't know when to start, while giving trust to this monster, also delivered other things.

Maybe it was when Yimo accompanies him to silently exchange words and ink, or when Yimo said, "If you are good to me, it is kindness", or when Yimo promises to let him recover as usual, and he doesn't care that his demands are too greedy. When... Shen Qingxuan himself didn't know exactly when, he actually moved this thought.

It's just that this thought has now been contorted into something as simple and clear as "repaying gratitude".

Since he insists that this is repayment, then repay it. Shen Qingxuan's thoughts turned around, he gave up his passive posture, stuck out his tongue and directly entangled Yimo, kissing him hard.

Yimo raised his eyes to look at him for a moment, Shen Qingxuan's expression was still tame, but with a smile. Yimo looked at the smile between his brows. After a pause, he lowered his eyes again. The entanglement between his lips and teeth was no longer as slow as warm water, but as intense as if it had suddenly boiled. The tip of his tongue swiped heavily inside his mouth, exchanging mysterious breath It was also subtle. He immediately suppressed Shen Qingxuan's youthful offensive and threw away his armor and armor. The tongue blade, which had been daring before, also curled up and dodged, but Yimo was not satisfied. The soft tongue blade that was dodging sucked, squeezing and wringing out more liquid, and occasionally letting go was like a cat teasing a mouse. When Shen Qingxuan had just retreated a little, he repeated the same technique and wrapped Shen Qingxuan's tongue blade again. Stay, everything comes back again.

Shen Qingxuan just felt breathless, the clarity in his mind was gradually eroded by drowsiness, the dexterous tongue was too rampant, and the domineering did not allow him to hide or retreat, so much so that he had nowhere to go back and refused to give up, occasionally letting go but it was Wanting to be teased by the old crowd, Shen Qingxuan was dazed but liked this kind of enthusiasm, and only at this time did Yimo show a little bit of his original temperament. So he hugged him tighter, letting the ** spread from the entangled lips.

The hot and humid breath was messily exchanged, and Shen Qingxuan couldn't hold back the rush of love, and a low snort escaped from his nostrils.

Yimo stopped when he heard the sound, and then stretched out his hand to rub for a moment on the slightly opened lips that were glowing with water, and asked without any emotion: "Is it still comfortable?"

Shen Qingxuan regained his senses in a daze, and looked at him for a moment through the candlelight by the bedside, and then smiled again: "You are serving me like this, and you are undressed and a beauty in your arms, how can you be uncomfortable?"

Yimo rubbed his lips again, this time with more strength, and after tossing the already red and swollen lips between his fingers, he said, "There is no one in this world that can control your mouth. two."

Shen Qingxuan tilted his head and bit his lips with a snort. He branded his teeth marks as if to vent his hatred, but he was so reluctant to give up, he stretched out his tongue and licked the teeth marks soothingly. The pink and slippery tongue blade is like a snake, and it is entangled in the white finger.

The licking Yimo's finger was full of water, and Shen Qingxuan let go, still smiling, and asked, "Is it still comfortable?"

In the next moment, Yimo reached out his hand, put his wet fingers into his mouth, clamped the tongue that was specially designed to cause trouble, and started another mess.

The feeling of being molested by fingers made Shen Qingxuan's face flush, and he also knew that he was bold tonight, without etiquette, shameless, deviant and shocking. But there is a unique stimulation, incisively and vividly crazy.

Anyway, he and Yimo were the only monsters in the tent. With Yimo's methods, no one would be able to hear any movement. Simply put aside the dogma and etiquette, crazy is crazy.

It wasn't a day or two that he was crazy anyway. Even after that hot spring bath, he knew he was crazy.

Yimo played with his lips and tongue with one hand, and lowered his hand with the other, still moving slowly, unfastened Shen Qingxuan's pants, and pulled them down. Shen Qingxuan noticed his movements, and his face turned even redder. He didn't stop him as usual. Instead, he tried to raise his waist as much as possible to make his movements more agile.

He rubbed his palms on the upright thing, and Yimo commented: "It's not bad."

Shen Qingxuan closed his mouth, took a bite on the two fingers in his mouth, and said vaguely, "You don't need to judge."

"It's just a little more tender." Yimo didn't care about the pain in his fingers, he just curled up his knuckles and flicked on the shy top, while Shen Qingxuan murmured, he said, "You've grown up like this, but you haven't done it before. Personnel, unfortunately."

If Shen Qingxuan could move his knees at this time, he would definitely kick him hard to relieve the embarrassment in his heart, but unfortunately his knees and calves couldn't move together, and he couldn't even cover his legs to refuse to watch. He can only be so motionless, showing his hidden parts in detail.

It was just too embarrassing, Shen Qingxuan couldn't help it, grabbed his hand, grabbed the hem of Yimo's clothes, and asked, "Are you going to do it or not?"

Yimo was grabbed by the front of his clothes and did not wave his hand, only changed his finger full of drool, and swayed in front of Shen Qingxuan, then grabbed Shen Qingxuan's lifeblood, and quickly slapped it twice. After getting down, he said seriously to Shen Qingxuan, who was flexing his waist: "I said that you are lustful, but you still don't recognize it. You are so anxious, so you want it?"

Knowing that he was tricked again, Shen Qingxuan lost all his energy to be angry. He only stared at him for a moment and then helplessly turned his head away from him, thinking that this snake is really bad. The bad guys are, oh no, snakes. Old snake!

The belly is happy. Even if he scolded the old demon snake a thousand times ten thousand times in his heart, only this old demon snake could give him this clear joy at this moment. Shen Qingxuan turned his face back in a spineless manner, pulled Yimo to lower his head, put his arms around his neck again, and let out a slight moan.

Yimo's hand was extremely skilled, but it only gave him a little sweetness, and he quickly moved it down, went around to the back, and fiddled with the tip of his index finger at the tightly closed soft entrance.

Experiencing being toyed with, Shen Qingxuan raised his head abruptly, as if frightened, he didn't even bother to hug him, raised his upper body with his elbows supported, and looked at his legs with eyes as if he was looking at a monster, he was moving. The looming wrist.

"..." After watching it for a while, and then looking straight at Yimo's face, Shen Qingxuan said dryly, "...Is it really useful?"

Yimo didn't answer, her dark eyes stared at him motionless.

"..." Shen Qingxuan bit his lip, his face turned green and red, and he murmured in a low voice, "I thought about it, but I didn't expect it to be true."

After waiting for a while, Shen Qingxuan lay down again, but his arms were on his face, and half of his face was blocked from the wind. He whispered, "I'm afraid you won't be able to get in there. Find something..." He couldn't say what happened next, and Shen Qingxuan didn't say anything anymore, this time it was true, and he was completely embarrassed.

Yimo remained calm, looked around, and then fixed his gaze on the oil lamp on the table. He just bent his fingers, and the oil lamp with the candle slowly drifted over and stopped beside the bed. Mo lifted the bedcloth, dipped some warm lamp oil on his fingers, spread Shen Qingxuan's legs further apart, rubbed his fingertips, and slowly rubbed the tiny folds at the entrance.

Shen Qingxuan changed his posture, grabbed the Jin quilt and covered his face, this time he even covered his chin, his entire head was buried in the quilt and could not be found.

A smile flashed in his eyes, but Yimo still lowered his head, poking a knuckle into the slightly stretched entrance. Shen Qingxuan's rigidity under his hands could be seen by the naked eye, his body tensed up, as if he didn't know what to do, and he froze there stupidly.

Yimo raised his eyebrows, patted his buttocks, took out his hands, dipped in some hot oil, and pushed in again, without pausing, repeatedly taking out and pushing in again. During the whole process, Shen Qingxuan didn't make a sound at all, he just let go of his body and let him play with him. It wasn't until three fingers were inserted that Shen Qingxuan struggled, as if he was uncomfortable.

Yimo didn't add any more fingers, leaned down, and while twitching, he pulled the quilt covering his face, and then pulled Shen Qingxuan's arm over his face, saying, "This is your body image. Xu? Like a turtle."

Shen Qingxuan snorted from his nose, but instead of raising his head, he grabbed his shoulder and buried his face in it. The body got used to the messy fingers, and it wasn't completely uncomfortable when going in and out. In addition, the coldness of the grass and trees on Yimo's body was warm and friendly. Shen Qingxuan buried himself by his neck for a moment, then slowly raised his waist and swayed against the frequency of the fingers. .

Knowing that he was feeling well, Yimo was still not in a hurry, and continued to move his wrist to make a stick of incense, until Shen Qingxuan couldn't groan, and the part that was once retracted also stood up tremblingly, and the top spit out. some clear mucus.

The feeling of getting hotter and hotter in his body was extremely unfamiliar to Shen Qingxuan, but he couldn't say what he wanted. When his hand stopped for a moment, he felt empty, and finally he couldn't help it, he raised his face and said in a low voice: " Come in."

"Can't stand it anymore?" Yimo pulled out his hand.

Shen Qingxuan hesitated for a moment, but nodded honestly: "En."

Yimo turned over. Although his robes were messed up, he was fully dressed, and he didn't mean to wear them loose. He only unbuttoned his trousers, buckled Shen Qingxuan's waist, and divided his legs to the maximum extent. He pulled down his trousers and stabbed the bloated object.

Shen Qingxuan groaned, as if he was being tortured, his whole body froze again, his mind went white in pain, and he couldn't even breathe.

I don't know how long it took before I eased up a little bit and relaxed again, Shen Qingxuan looked at Yimo with a white face, and said helplessly: "Just take it easy, you are so fierce, if you don't get it for a while, I will break it. pissed."

Yimo didn't answer, reached out and touched the joint between the two, looked at the candle by the bedside, and said, "It's very good, there's no redness."

Shen Qingxuan was stunned at first, then his pale face turned red again, and he cursed: "You bad snake!"

Yimo raised his waist and fell heavily. Shen Qingxuan on the top was like a fish fluttering on the shore. He didn't want to curse anymore. Holding the neck of this bad snake, he lifted his waist and let out a small moan.