MTL - After Helping the Protagonist Escape From the Lunatic, I Was Targeted-Chapter 65

Under the palm of his hand is Xie Weihan's steady heartbeat, like being connected by fine blood vessels, tangling around his hot fingertips.

The shiny fingertips landed on the button of Shen Luyang's shirt, the index finger and **** were twisted gently, and the button was unbuttoned silently.

Shen Luyang's heartbeat also became faster, and his breathing became tighter and tighter, like a patient who was about to suffocate, trying to ignore the strangeness growing in his body.

Beside the cold white marble window sill, the dark red curtain seems to be moving without wind, like the boundary of an ancient castle, and like a red eye staring evilly at the bright and pure moon.

The moonlight shrank tremblingly into the clouds, and the unlit bedroom was plunged into deeper darkness.

Shen Luyang's vision finally recovered lost half of it again, his vision blurred and he lowered his head. The pale skin in his sight was like a snake leading the way from hell. He picked up the last button, pressed his palm on his chest, and felt his heart beating.

Covered by the water, the wet skin tightly adhered to the palm of his hand. Shen Luyang bit his lip, his back trembled, and he arched his body to avoid it, but he got closer because of the action of bending over.

The dry throat swallowed, Shen Luyang looked at the beautiful eyes covered by the eyelashes, and was about to speak.

Xie Weihan, who was pressed down by him, retracted his hand, propped himself on the bed, broke free from the shackles easily, and sat up straight.

Shen Luyang slid from his lower abdomen and sat on his lap, the aroma of red wine suddenly approached, his breath stagnant, and then he gasped more strongly.

Xie Weihan raised his hand to hold the back of his neck, his drooping eyelashes covered half of the thick ink-like eyeballs, with a devout expression like a religious believer, tilted his head slightly, and approached slowly.

The moment Shen Luyang breathed in, he kissed his lips.

The red wine in the air seemed to have a temperature, and the scorching heat emitted a lot of water vapor, dyeing the corners of Shen Luyang's eyes red.

The fingertips on the back of the neck pressed against the glands, a little pain felt like a highly poisonous drug, which made him open his mouth and groan in pain, but he held the tip of the other party's tongue when he closed it as if to cater to him.

Xie Weihan's arm was across his waist, the blood vessels on the cold white skin were clearly visible, and the muscles were slightly tensed, pressing the person into his arms.

The hot cocoa in the air dissipated, and the S-grade alpha pheromone was actively stirred, and the strong intoxication was wrapped in the sweetness of the boozy chocolate, shaking gently.

As Shen Luyang wished, a large amount of pheromone condensed into a tiny liquid and fell on him, turning into a little bit of bright red water droplets, flowing down the back of the ear, the side of the neck, and the collarbone, leaving traces of wetness and smearing. The white shirt wet Xie Weihan's shirt as the two approached.

The staggered red spreads into the white, and it is unknown who has infected whom and who has tamed who.

Shen Luyang felt that he was going to be out of breath, he pushed Xie Weihan away and lowered his head against his neck, his arms tensed, trembling irregularly in the mist of red wine, biting his lips and frowning tightly.

At a certain moment, his pupils shrunk, the back of his feet tensed up sharply, pheromones took over his mind, he lost consciousness for a short time, and finally fell heavily into Xie Weihan's arms, gasping for breath.

Xie Weihan half-squinted his eyes, his clear jawline and his neck where the light teeth marks were bitten by the out-of-control dog were covered with layers of emotional sweat, and the tip of his tongue swiped on his lips, not so easily concealed. With a hoarse voice, he gently kissed Shen Luyang's ear: "Is it better?"

Shen Luyang rested his head on his shoulder, his back undulated greatly with the arc of his breathing, and shook his head vigorously.

His hands are still shaking, and his fingertips are shaky by his side.

Xie Weihan said "um" in a gentle tone, Shen Luyang just put his heart down, and the next second, a familiar "click" made the hairs all over his body explode.

The memory of that time swept through the brain like a tide, the pain was so painful that my father cried and called my mother to call my father before the other side stopped, and the last two legs were not my own legs, and I continued to toss until the middle of the night before I fainted, and I didn’t know when to go back to the hotel. …

He didn't even have the thought to ask. With his strength restored, Shen Luyang took advantage of the other party's inattention, dragged his wrinkled suit and quickly crawled off him, crawling towards the door with his hands and feet on the ground—but he couldn't get past.

His ankle was easily buckled, and he couldn't move when he pressed it on the bed. Shen Luyang's face turned pale and he tried twice without success. It was the first time that he hated his long legs so much.

"Teacher Xie," his voice trembled, looking back at the man who smiled gently at him, his heart trembled, "Mr. Xie, I'm not ready yet... My mother is waiting for me outside, I'll be here today... I'm leaving…"

Xie Weihan's eyes fell darkly on his uneasily rolling Adam's apple, and then withdrew lightly, hooking his lips: "Afraid?"

Shen Luyang nodded frantically, and no longer cared about his masculinity, he said with a trembling voice, trying to withdraw his foot: "I'm afraid, I cried last time, you remember, I'm such a tolerant person, If you weren't really scared, you wouldn't be able to cry..."

Such a delicate and beautiful hand, the place where the wrist bone is connected is fragile because of its beauty, but it can easily control the big dog who is trying to escape.

Shen Luyang struggled for a long time to no avail. He lost his temper and started to fight with Xie Wei. I don't know if he was brave or really anxious.

"Let's be reasonable. Shouldn't this matter be discussed? I'm not ready! Believe it or not, I'm in a hurry with you—hey?"

With a dull low laugh, he was pulled over and turned over, his ankles tightened. One end of the tie that bound his eyes was now tightly tied to his ankle, and the other end was tied to him by Xie Weihan. On the white wrist.

The strong contrast between wheat color and cold white, ankle and wrist made Shen Luyang's eyes red.

Seeing the situation in front of him, Shen Luyang swallowed his saliva and continued his anger: "While I, that, still want to reason with you, Xie Weihan, Teacher Xie... You'd better see the present er- "

Shen Luyang slightly raised his upper body in disbelief, his pupils shrank, his slender fingers grabbed the sheets, his mouth uttered a rush of syllables, he kicked his ankles violently, and fell back on the bed in embarrassment.

It was like falling into a huge rose field. The big one was not a field, but a flower. He fell on a blooming flower. The petals were soft and fragrant, like a soft silk quilt after drying. The petals closed, and he was completely locked inside, like the slippery scales of a fish.

He was probably swimming in the petals, like Alice's dream.

Shen Luyang was lying on the bed covered in hot sweat, his suit jacket was wrinkled and could not be saved.

He stared blankly ahead.

Xie Weihan unbuttoned the watch, calmly ignored the stains on it, and put it on the head of the bed.

The coaxing in his eyes meant that Shen Luyang was absent-minded, and his beautiful voice, like the singing of a siren, got into his ears.

In a trance, like a gentleman he admired, he made a slightly offensive but just enough request to him, tempting him to agree.

"Yangyang, if you are afraid, you can close your eyes." He said softly.

Before Shen Luyang struggled to break free from the temptation of beauty, he fell into a whirlpool of pain and happiness.

In the dying struggle, like an eagle about to spread its wings, it was brutally pressed to the ground by the hunter, and its wings flapped wildly, but still could not escape the capture of the iron cage.

I don't know how long it took, Shen Luyang seemed to hear his phone ringing with tears in his eyes, and subconsciously stretched out his mottled arm to get it, but the other party took it first.

When he was still at a loss, he pressed the answer.

Shen Luyang's pupils shrank.

Ning Wanshu's gentle voice sounded: "Baby, are you still talking? Do you want to go back with mother?"

Just as Shen Luyang was about to speak, he tightly pressed a hand on his mouth, covering all his voices.

He heard the man take a deep breath, suppressed his panting, and told Ning Wanshu in a calm and gentle voice that he was drunk and was asleep now, and would take him home in person tomorrow.

Shen Luyang, who was forced to get drunk, frowned, his tears wet the cloth, and he was still trying to listen to Ning Wanshu's voice in the receiver.

The time of the conversation seemed to be stretched indefinitely. Shen Luyang never had a moment like it was now. He hoped that the phone would automatically shut down when it ran out of power.

he thought vaguely.

Mom, if there really is telepathy between mother and child, please call 120 for me, I may not survive tonight...

"You're welcome, you will definitely visit in person when you have time."

The screen went out, and the light in the bedroom disappeared with it.

All that was left in Shen Luyang's mind was his **** cell phone ringtone.

“…Saythatyouwanteveryday, thatyouwanteveryway…thatyouneed, gottripp’superpsycholove…”

…

The morning light shone on the messy bed through the curtains that had been deliberately left open. Two slender men, one curled up on his side, and the other hugged him tightly behind him, like hugging his other half of his soul.

The bedroom with European classical decoration style, dark red curtain, dark red and black quilt, and the dark blue tie loosely tied on the young man's right wrist, mixed together like a colorful oil painting.

Shen Luyang felt uncomfortable being stabbed by the sun, turned his head and rubbed against the pillow, unconsciously wanting to turn over.

The figure behind him seemed to understand his thoughts all the time, the arms around his waist were loose, but unfortunately Shen Luyang still couldn't turn around—

The pain was instantaneous, and after sleeping for a few hours, there was no response, but when I moved suddenly, it suddenly came up.

He gasped, frowned, and slowly opened his sour, swollen eyes.

It was a completely different scene from his bedroom. He was stunned for a while before letting his brain turn slightly numb and sluggish.

He was in Xie Weihan's house.

So thirsty, my throat is burning from overuse...

Shen Luyang raised his hand and pinched his throat, accidentally caught a glimpse of the red-scarred wrist and the "remarkable" tie on it.

…

reclining—

groove-

A bottle of oil was poured into my head, and my dead nerves twitched, and various memories came to my mind, accompanied by sounds and colors.

Last night was really… splendid.

The back of his neck was wet, Shen Luyang leaned back tremblingly, and was taken into his arms by Xie Weihan.

The voice that just woke up was hoarse and lazy, indescribably sexy: "Is your throat uncomfortable?"

Shen Luyang was still immersed in the huge whirlpool of "How can I cry like that, how can I call his father, how can I not hold on...", he slammed into the pillow to avoid making a sound, just nodded like an ostrich.

His bare shoulders were kissed, the person behind him sat up with his arms propped up, and Shen Luyang, who was buried in the pillow, missed the chance to see Xie Weihan's figure perfectly, until the other party put on his pajamas calmly and didn't raise his head.

The familiar ceramic collision sounded, and within a few seconds, a warm hand stroked his ear, and when he shrugged his shoulders, he supported it, and easily picked him up and leaned against him.

Shen Luyang couldn't accept such a weak self, he gritted his teeth and sat upright, took the initiative to pick up the ceramic cup, and gulped down a whole cup, only then did his dry, smoking throat feel a little more comfortable.

Men dare to act and drink water when they are thirsty.

The ear was kissed, Xie Weihan was gentle and like two people last night.

"I'm on leave today, do you want to sleep for a while?"

Shen Luyang was tickled by the kiss, turned his head, and slammed into a pair of dark eyes at close range.

That thick face returned to grace and warmth, restraining the habit that seemed to be engraved in the bones, making people want to see him out of control.

Shen Luyang swallowed hopelessly, his lips were dry.

He saw it.

He's... a little genius.

After staring at each other for a long time, Shen Luyang plunged his head into Xie Weihan's neck and took a deep breath on the red wine-scented skin.

It must be his, he is 10,000% sure.

Thinking of this, Shen Luyang was instantly refreshed, kissed his cold white neck tightly, and said vaguely, "Mr. Xie, I will be responsible for you."