I am a good citizen of Condor Shooting!

Chapter 52

When Huang Yaoshi returned to the room, he happened to see Yayi coming out of the inner room, and couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Where is Rong'er?"

"I put the young island master on the small bed in the outer room, and I'm asleep now." Ya Yi took off his outer shirt, turned back to the inner room with only his inner coat on, "I'll live in the inner room tonight, Let Ya Qi live in the room I stayed in before. I think I will vacate another room early tomorrow to save trouble. Oh, by the way, Ya Qi hasn’t bothered you for a month, right? If possible, ask him to live here like me from now on."

Huang Yaoshi nodded and agreed to Ya Yi's proposal. In fact, he had vaguely noticed before that Ya Yi seemed to have the idea of ​​asking Mo Yan to stay, but now it was only confirmed, so he was not surprised. Mo Yan could live closer to him, so why not Huang Yaoshi.

"Then you take care of Rong'er first, I have to go out first." Huang Yaoshi didn't say any more, but simply instructed Yayi, and walked out with his feet, but he seemed to suddenly think of it when he was approaching the door. What, he stopped in his tracks, raised his hand to straighten his clothes, and then opened the door and left under Ya Yi's increasingly surprised eyes. Of course, he did not forget to close the door carefully in the end, blocking Ya Yi from spying on his whereabouts. line of sight.

After a while, he vaguely saw the door of Mo Yan's room. In fact, Huang Yaoshi didn't know why he had to come here, but he had been flustered since he left after the banquet.He didn't care about it at first, but with the passage of time, the flustered feeling has not been relieved but has become more and more serious, making him even more worried.You especially want to see Mo Yan again, for fear that something will happen to him.But Huang Yaoshi himself didn't want this thought to be known by the other party, so he had to use lightness kung fu to make himself breathe again, so as to prevent this person who is not low in martial arts from noticing his arrival.

It's just that before reaching the guest room, a strong fragrance suddenly rushed into Huang Yaoshi's nostrils, and then he felt a flicker in his heart, and he almost lost his clarity without warning, which gave him a bad premonition.Calming his mind, Huang Yaoshi stepped forward a few steps, and as he got closer to Mo Yan's room, the fragrance became more intense, causing Huang Yaoshi to frown, thinking of something faintly in his heart.When he came close, he pushed open the door regardless of his previous thoughts, and a stronger smell rushed over his face. As expected, he was dumbfounded by the scene inside.

Mo Yan was leaning against the window sill, wondering what he was thinking. On the window sill was a pot of mandala in full bloom, but it was not white as he had thought, but the corners were light yellow, and the center of the flower was more vivid. The orange color and the three different levels made Huang Yaoshi feel a sense of familiarity. He had seen this kind of mandala in ancient books. It was a variant of the white mandala. It was extremely rare to see it. The only effect... Looking at Mo Yan, who was leaning against the wall with his head tilted, his face blushing faintly, Huang Yaoshi's throat twitched indistinctly, and his eyes flickered, similar to pornographic drugs.

Mo Yan's consciousness has slowly dissipated now, and it is becoming difficult to control his body. Originally, the peach blossom wine made him a little drowsy, but he can still stabilize his mind.However, he didn't expect that the moment he came back, the mandala was in bloom, and the rich sweet smell directly pierced his brain, making him intoxicated, and his consciousness also seemed to disappear, completely unaware of what happened, Someone is here.Even his thinking was much simpler and slower than usual. With the last sliver of clarity, he tried to open his eyes wide. Mo Yan only felt that there was a vaguely familiar figure at the door, and he couldn't remember it for a while. Sore and limp, unable to move.

However, this is not the most troublesome thing. Mo Yan, who was in a daze, only felt a burning heat from the bottom of his heart, and felt that any clothes on his body would be in the way. Leaning against the wall, Mo Yan supported the window sill with one hand, Another hand reaches for his neck.However, after groping for a long time, he couldn't find a place to fasten the buttons. Probably what Mo Yan is most familiar with is modern clothes. For ancient clothes, although more than half a year is enough time for him to gradually become familiar with them, when he is in a state of confusion, what is the result of his limited thinking? It was slow, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

The flush on his face became more intense. Mo Yan couldn't hold back any longer, and pulled down the skirt of his shirt. Song Dynasty clothing didn't have such a thing as buttons, so when he pulled it off, a large piece of his chest was exposed. The sweat stains rolled down in the form of beads in a thin red, flowed through the looming cyan artery in the neck, crossed the shallow protrusion of the left chest, disappeared into the layered and folded clothes, and disappeared.

The next second, as if dissatisfied with the restrained waist, Mo Yan raised his hand to grab the belt. However, due to the weakness of his hands and feet, he lifted it a few times before he could barely support the waistline. He pulled out the belt, and all the restraints on the top disappeared and became loose. The coarse cotton shirt was draped dangerously over the shoulders, with the placket open, from the neck to the abs, one could see everything in sight.

Huang Yaoshi was startled by the sudden development in front of him and took half a step back, but stopped in the next second, took a few steps, and quickly ran to the window, picked up the mandala in full bloom, and threw it directly. Out of the window, due to the internal force, the mandala was thrown very far, and the flower pot was shattered, and fell to the bottom of the peach grove.

But even so, the fragrance of flowers in the house is still very strong, Huang Yaoshi thought to pull Mo Yan out of the room first, and go to a place where the mandala fragrance is lighter, otherwise he will only fall into lust even more. Inextricable.

It's just that Huang Yaoshi thought very well, but things didn't seem to develop as he imagined.Because just when he turned to face Mo Yan, intending to half-support and half-drag him out of the house, Mo Yan suddenly grabbed his collar, leaned forward, and kissed his lips fiercely.

That's right, it was knocked on, Mo Yan exerted great force, with a ruthless force, I don't know where the force came from, it made Huang Yaoshi feel a pain between his lips, and a very faint smell of salty blood made Huang Yaoshi slightly Frowning, it turned out that he was too negligent just now, and Mo Yan gnawed on him all of a sudden, his teeth pressed against the side of his lips, making a shallow gash.One can imagine how hard he was just now, and sure enough, the next second, Mo Yan seemed to have exhausted the last bit of strength, swayed twice, and slowly slid down.Seeing this, Huang Yaoshi was startled, and hastily stretched out his hand to support him, his muscular waist was clinging to his palm, it was terribly hot.

From Huang Yaoshi's point of view, Mo Yan tilted his head slightly, let out a hot breath with half-open lips, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his hand was lightly placed on Huang Yaoshi's, as if he was slowing down and giving birth again. With strength, he pressed Huang Yaoshi's forearm with one hand, switched his neck with the other, and leaned forward again.

Huang Yaoshi was amazed at Mo Yan's persevering teasing and kissing him many times, he was in a daze when he saw Mo Yan approaching him again and kissed his lips again.This is obviously not something that Mandala can do. Huang Yaoshi is a little unbelievable, and it has nothing to do with Mandala. Could this still be Mo Yan's drunken mood?

However, Huang Yaoshi didn't know that he was full of unbelievable guesses, but they were the truth.In the past, Mo Yan turned into a kissing maniac when he was drunk. As long as there was someone around him, he would definitely lean forward to kiss him. The subordinates were so frightened that they never dared to ask their captain to drink a drop of wine, at least when they were present. At that time, it was just because of the disgraceful reason that they were kissed forcibly, they couldn't tell the beloved captain about it, and they kept it secret, and Mo Yan often forgot how drunk he was, so Mo Yan knew that now I don't know, I still have such a huge shortcoming.

Even Mo Yan didn't know, and it was even more impossible for Huang Yaoshi to know. Although he was extremely shocked, he still stood there calmly, allowing Mo Yan's lips to touch him again.Maybe it's because there is much less strength left this time, so Mo Yan's lips didn't lick up, but lightly touched, and rubbed lightly, which made Huang Yaoshi feel hot and hot, and couldn't control his hands. He touched Mo Yan's bare chest.

"Uh... um..." Mo Yan's body froze, and then a shudder came over him, obviously compared to his too cold touch, it was very stimulating, and he couldn't help moaning, he didn't even care about ventriloquism, his voice was blurred , but with a deadly temptation.Huang Yaoshi's palms trembled, and he slowly exerted force, stroking down along with the undulating chest line, rubbing against the nipples, lingering between the tight abdominal muscles, a little dazed for a while, immersed in the heat of the tentacles, unable to extricate himself .

Mo Yan's lips were still sticking to Huang Yaoshi's lips, and he was reluctant to leave. However, Huang Yaoshi was a little dissatisfied with this grueling taste, and opened his mouth slightly, covering Mo Yan's lips. With slightly parted lips, he let out a satisfied sigh.

Mo Yan exerted force with his palms. The medicinal properties of Datura made his whole body hot and hot, especially the swelling of his lower abdomen. At this time, the feeling was infinitely magnified, which made him gasp heavily and couldn't help himself.

As for Huang Yaoshi, although he has never read books on Longyang, but fortunately he has a master who is deeply involved in this way, and he has accidentally seen the two make out, so he still understands a little bit, so he is not confused.He took a deep breath, and slowly moved his other empty palm against his waist, paused between his buttocks, and gently rubbed it. The stimulation was so strong that Mo Yan trembled. He let out a long breath of hot air.

Huang Yaoshi felt that it was still not enough, so he squeezed Mo Yan against the wall, and the two chests pressed against each other, getting closer.The tip of his tongue first slid across Mo Yan's palate, then slowly licked his gums, and stretched inward amidst Mo Yan's heavier panting, but accidentally touched the neat scab...

Suddenly his eyes widened, Huang Yaoshi's whole body became stiff, he felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet, and rushed straight into his chest, all the charming thoughts disappeared, and he felt cold all over his body.He had indeed forgotten, how could he forget what Mo Yan had lost because of him.

Withdrawing from Mo Yan's mouth, Huang Yaoshi's eyes flickered in a panic amidst the other party's dissatisfied murmurs, his lips were tightly pursed, and his fists were tightly clenched.

He had never regretted it so much before, but things had come to this, and everything was in vain.

After being silent for a while, when Mo Yan forcefully opened his eyes and searched for a blurry figure in front of him, Huang Yaoshi woke up with a start, thinking about his untimely remorse, half-embracing Mo Yan, and flew out of the room.Stepping into an empty room at random, Huang Yaoshi put Mo Yan on the bed, put him in a cross-legged position, and sat behind him with his hands resting on the back of Mo Yan, slowly and steadily mobilizing his inner strength to relieve Mo Yan's vigorous pain. lust.

No matter what, today's Huang Yaoshi can't do anything else.