Fan Wujiu threw the person on the bed, bullied himself and pressed him down, completely taking the initiative, completely changing the situation of the two of them a few hours ago.

Noticing that the clothes on his body were decreasing one by one, Xie Bian simply stopped struggling. He asked, "Fan Wujiu, what do you think of me? You are now forcing yourself to accept me because of pity and guilt? You You don't have to do this for your brother..."

"I wasn't forced to accept it, and I didn't treat you as a brother." Fan Wujiu lowered his eyes, touched his forehead, touched the tip of his nose, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Bai, I've wanted to treat you like this for a long time, and I wanted to go against the world a thousand years ago. Marrying you, I want to break friendship and marry you after a thousand years. I have been a hypocrite for a thousand years, and now I want to be a real villain. I have always loved you, and always wanted to fuck you."

Xie Bian was stunned.

Fan Wujiu's kiss fell on the tears in the corner of his eyes.

"Xiao Bai." Fan Wujiu asked the most cautious and sincere question, "Do you allow me to love you?"

Xie Bian was silent for a while, his fingers trembling slightly, as if he couldn't believe what he heard. He closed his eyes: "I can't ask for it."

...

Xie Bian had long hair, covering his snow-like skin, and his slender legs had no flaws. Fan Wujiu didn't even dare to squeeze his hands.

He always felt that the person in his arms looked like a delicate and beautiful white porcelain doll. Porcelain needs to be carefully cherished. He wiped every inch of the white porcelain bottle carefully, so that the mouth of the bottle could allow him to arrange flowers—he wanted to pick his flowers.

When Fan Wujiu was about to pick his beloved flower, he didn't notice that Xie Bi'an's hazy eyes suddenly flashed with clarity.

Xie Bian was stunned, as if he was at a loss for the scene in front of him. He had not yet had time to find out, and his eyes that had just woken up suddenly lost their minds because of the sudden speed.

But soon, without hesitation, he wrapped around Fan Wujiu's neck and sent a loving kiss.

Chapter 22

When Xie Bian woke up, there was a hand on his waist. He was silent for a moment, put his hand down, and sat up silently.

His long hair slid down his movements, covering his mottled body. Fan Wujiu didn't dare to exert too much force, but Xie Bi'an's complexion was too pale, and a little kneading could leave traces, which made him look pitiful after being bullied.

Xie Bian turned to look at Fan Wujiu, who was sleeping peacefully, rubbed his temples, and his eyes were complicated.

The golden arrow effect disappeared last night.

Luckily, it was at the most critical time. As soon as Xie Bian woke up, he saw Fan Wujiu propped on his side with one hand and the back of his head with the other, while his legs were hooked on the other's waist in an indescribable posture.

Xie Bi'an had two options at that time. The first is to respond quickly, quickly push Fan Wujiu away, and figure out the current situation. Second, the reaction was slow, too late to act, and Fan Wujiu succeeded.

Xie Bian responded quickly, but instead of pushing away, he chose to cater.

He didn't know what to think, but he didn't resist anyway, so he just lay down.

After a night of exhaustion, he finally went straight to sleep, where he still had the strength to think about other things. It was not until now that he was completely awake that the memories in his mind gradually returned to the cage.

After the golden arrow fails, the shot will still retain the memory of the shot. And what he did when the arrow was hit was out of his control.

So what has he been doing all this time...?

He told Lao Hei that he was a martyr for love during his lifetime.

He forcibly kissed Lao Hei and broke into his bedroom to force him to sleep on a bed.

He took the initiative to kiss, to hug, to undress several times, and shamelessly seduce Lao Hei.

He acted alone in a bitter script of "My brother doesn't love me but pretends to be my boyfriend in order to take care of my feelings, although I know he is pretending but I love it so humble that I pretend not to know he is pretending".

Xie Bian: "..."

It's impossible for him to do such a shameful thing.

When Xie Bi'an let himself be shot by the arrow, he expected that he might do a series of earth-shattering things next. However, it was one thing to anticipate it, and another to accept it after it happened.

But this time the arrow is not without benefits.

Xie Bian looked down at Fan Wujiu. He remembered that when he was hit by the arrow, he was trapped in the script of bitterness, and his love was bitter and humble. Later, he learned that Fan Wujiu was not going anywhere, and the other party was even as frightened and depressed as him.

"I have loved you for a thousand years, I have selfishness, and I have never told you the truth before. I used this time to pretend to be your boyfriend to satisfy my own selfish desires. This is my stolen identity, and I cannot No matter how...really bullied you."

"Xiao Bai, I've wanted to treat you like this for a long time. Thousands of years ago, I wanted to go against the world and marry you. Thousands of years later, I wanted to go against friendship and marry you."

"Xiao Bai, do you allow me to love you?"

He remembered it clearly.

Xie Bian covered his eyes and smiled lowly: "Two fools."

Lao Hei's acting skills are so bad, why did he hide it so well that he hadn't noticed it for thousands of years.

Can't think of it, or can't think of it.

All love will be impermanent for a long time. From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear.

His heart was terrified, and he was the only one who dared not speak.

After a while, Fan Wujiu also woke up. He opened his sleepy eyes and saw Xie Bian sitting in the quilt with his back to him, and couldn't help but whisper, "Xiao Bai?"

Xie Bi'an stiffened.

... But he still didn't know how to face Fan Wujiu.

Fan Wujiu sat up and moved to his side: "What's wrong? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Just showing a little warmth, Fan Wujiu muttered to himself: "But I think you should have been quite comfortable last night."

Xie Bi'an's face turned red with a "swoosh", and he turned his head away in embarrassment.

Shut up, you bastard.

"Xiao Bai, why don't you speak?"

Xie Bian said stiffly: "Shut up, turn your back, I'll get dressed."