After Yimo woke up, in the dim morning light, he looked at the quiet sleeping face of the person beside the pillow. There were many heavy things in Liu Yan's temperament. From the first life to today, the vicissitudes of life have changed a lot. This point of him has never changed. He always has a heavy heart, a heart is so big, and he doesn't know how many things he put in it, it falls heavily in his chest, and he can't feel relieved. Therefore, he is the bone of the red dust, the life of the flashy. Even in the third life, aside from the stupidity of the fool's period, there are still not many such quiet and peaceful sleeping states. Or a lot of times, his troubles were brought by himself, Yimo thought silently, now that there is only the second half of this life left, Liu Yan seems to be at peace on the surface, but he is afraid that he doesn't know how to suffer.

Yimo stretched out his hand and couldn't help but rubbed it across his cheek, then leaned in and kissed his face.

Liu Yan woke up ignorantly because of his actions, but he didn't open his eyes. He arched under the quilt, his body that was as thin as silk was more like a snake than him, and he wrapped it around quickly and softly, with his chest pressed against him. , holding his arms, and hooking his toes as if he was tickling his toes under the quilt, then he made a sleepy nasal sound, and asked, "Huh...?" Mo couldn't help holding him in his arms, and said softly, "I had a dream."

Liu Yan only opened his eyes at this time, his voice was hoarse and low, and asked him, "What did you dream about?"

Yimo looked at him for a moment, then said slowly, "I dreamed that you were crying."

Liu Yan let out a "squeak", the confused worm in his head huffed, flapped his wings and flew away in an instant, and said strangely: "What can I cry for?"

Emo said nothing.

He didn't speak, but if there was sadness in his eyes, Liu Yan understood it instantly, and tried to smile brightly, persuading: "What are you thinking about, but it's just scattered, and it's not that you haven't passed by, you're crying everywhere."

Yimo just leaned in and kissed him, on the cheek, on the forehead, on the temples, and finally on his lips. Yu Shi Wen's hand was also rubbing his body under the quilt, and gradually the palm of his hand was no longer there. The temperature that a cold-blooded snake demon should have, such warmth also infected him with warmth.

Liu Yan turned his face sideways, rubbing against his face, the hot and humid breath falling on his lips like raindrops occasionally, falling on Yimo's cheeks, like water droplets on the lake, swaying gentle and sour ripples, easily Inciting Yimo, the fingers stroking in the quilt slid all the way down the line of his back, and he found the entrance without any effort, and his fingers poked in as if he had entered his own territory, extraordinarily calm and confident. It was wet, and after only a few stirrings, there was a faint sound of sticky water. Liu Yan trembled against his shoulder and made a vague humming sound. His body instantly became emotional, his lower abdomen tightened, and his back seemed to be paralyzed with a surging reaction. The place where he was wanton punctured last night was in his finger The swaying of the song also heated up, and even he could clearly feel how the heat and humidity were holding the other person's knuckles tightly.

As long as the other party is Yimo, he is always easily made to the point where his whole body becomes weak, and a thin layer of sweat soon broke out from his body. Yan raised his leg spontaneously, his leg was hooked on his waist, the other party's huge thing was touching his buttocks, and he rubbed along the gully between his thighs, rubbing it from him over and over again. The secret place of Liu Yan was wiped, and the meaningful dawdling made Liu Yan's hair stand upside down, and his legs tightened automatically, gasping for breath, waiting for his entry tremblingly.

"I think so." Yimo said, and suddenly returned to his original shape in Liu Yan's misty look, and he did not know how many times larger than what he had seen before. The thick and long body wrapped around him, and the cold scale armor was in the During the entanglement process, it was slow and slow, and it slid sharply and gently across the hot skin of the other party. The painful and itchy taste made Liu Yan instinctively shiver, and the root below became hard as iron. Of course, Yimo knew his reaction. He raised his tail and rubbed and rubbed it there. The triangular snake head also forced it over, licking the small protrusion on his chest, and asked, "Is this okay?"

Liu Yan was taken aback by his sudden transformation, and he was just in shock. Hearing his words, he just understood the meaning of the words, and was suddenly frightened to the point of aphasia. He has always known that he is a snake demon, and he has seen his original form many times, and he has hugged and kissed him, but he has never been friends with him like this, never even thought about it! The difference between being pressed under the body by a snake demon and being fucked to death by a snake is huge!

Seeing that he was stunned, Yimo softened his voice again, and asked coaxingly, "Can you do it?"

Liu Yan blinked, and finally looked back at him, the chaos in his mind turned into a pot of paste. Like this... what should I do? Three Lives and Three Worlds, with a lot of experience and a broken heart, there are few things in this world that can hardly hold him, but he was easily embarrassed by Yimo's face flushed, and I don't know how many thoughts flashed, but in the end he still didn't make up his mind. What should I do with my idea, I had to whisper: "So...what's the good..."

Yimo has always been thick-skinned, and even at this moment, he is embarrassed. The thick scales that have returned to their original shape are draped around him, so ghosts can't see it. He said firmly, "Okay."

Liu Yan's eyes flickered, and after waiting for a while, he spoke again in a loud voice: "What's the matter..."

He couldn't make up his mind, in fact, it was equivalent to compromise, but he was still a little uneasy. Liu Yan's eyes went all the way down from him, did not stop at the snake's body that was many times thicker, but finally stopped at his tail, lips He moved, as if he wanted to speak, but he couldn't.

Yimo didn't need him to say anything to understand what he meant, so he erected his tail very calmly, and even proudly showed the two barbed things - the pair of genitals were already bloodshot and hard. Up, ready to go, even those barbs seem to have swelled to the limit, the roots are ferocious and fierce!

"Boom" As soon as it hit, Liu Yan's head seemed to be bubbling with heat, and the heat wave was churning, all the way from the scalp to the toes. He was embarrassed and anxious, but was tightly bound by the thick snake body, unable to escape, struggling with both legs in vain, as if he was about to cry out, "No, where are you going in... "Before he finished speaking, his shy body became hot, and even Yimo felt that the temperature penetrated the scales and pierced the flesh.

It is actually the temperature of the soul.

Yimo couldn't help but tightened the snake-shaped hug, his body wrapped around him, crossing his lower limbs and lower abdomen, and crossing his chest, he restrained Liu Yan so tightly that he couldn't move, There was no way to escape, so he could only lie down like this, lying helplessly in his arms like a newborn baby. The triangular snake head stared at him seriously, looking at the corners of his red eyes, he only looked at him, as if looking at his own life.

"I'm going in."

Yimo said in a calm and unwavering tone, as if a statement, but also as a desire, which cannot be refused.

Liu Yan was stunned, but didn't seem surprised, as if he already knew he would say this, and he couldn't refuse at all. I had no choice but to let out a groan of helplessness or shame, closed my eyes tightly, and made a small "um" from my throat.

Seeing this, Yimo gradually loosened the binding.

Liu Yan's hands that had just been freed, slowly lifted up, trembling as if terrified, but couldn't restrain him.

"You... Slow down." His tone was trembling, but he shuddered and spread his legs, and said again with shame and patience like a mosquito: "Slow down."

"Um."

Responding so softly, Yimo looked at him quietly.

Anytime, any matter, as long as the object is himself, he can compromise, and he will fully entrust it without reservation.

This is his Shen Qingxuan.

The sourness and sweetness piled up together, almost breaking Yimo's heart.