The air became hotter and hotter.

The temperature in the room continued to rise.

The air conditioner kept blowing cool breeze out, but the temperature did not drop in half.

"No, no, no, no, no..."

Lin Er was tortured so hard that his voice began to soften. She sobbed and shrank her calves to retreat, but was caught back by Xie Yan.

“Woo…”

Liner had only time to let out a mournful cry of death.

Xie Yan's hand covered the back of her hand, and his slender fingers pressed against her thin white fingers, tightening them little by little irresistible.

“Er…”

The murmuring ending gradually faded.

Liner buried his head in the quilt, almost losing his strength to speak.

She now regrets the fact that "it can only be understood but not expressed in words."

God can still forgive evil.

You can't live if you commit suicide...

Xie Yan's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. Against the backdrop of the long eyelashes soaked by sweat, the already dark pupils became more and more pure.

He narrowed his eyes lightly, and kissed down Liner's neck with a warm kiss, and soon stopped on her beautiful butterfly bone.

The layer of skin covered with bones is already thin, and the touch that does not belong to me is extremely obvious.

As soon as Xie Yan touched, Lin Er let out another wail.

"ah……"

The sound is a bit sandy and it sounds miserable.

Xie Yan's eyes were a little darker. He suddenly lowered his eyes and gently pressed against her back and spoke, his voice low and hoarse: "On the gauze cabinet, I don't care about my hair being messy..."

Liner: "?"

Lin Er woke up for a moment, and his reason for running away from home came back a little.

...What are you saying?

Before Lin Er could hear this clearly, Xie Yan's next sentence came again: "... and Ye Lianzhi were with Lang."

Liner: "?"

Liner: “…”

She heard it clearly now.

Why does this word sound a little wrong?

In the two seconds when Lin Er was stunned, Xie Yan had already finished his last sentence: "———The mandarin duck pillow is crazy."

“…”

Lin Er finally opened his eyes and turned his head to look at him with some difficulty, with a slight misty look in his eyes.

“…What are you talking about?”

"nothing."

Xie Yan chuckled, and the hand that pressed against her waist had not stopped. His slightly hot fingers rubbed against the skin on her waist, with a very obvious hypocritical tone.

"I suddenly understood what it means to 'The hibiscus tent warms up and spend spring nights, and from now on the king will not go to court early'."

“…”

Liner almost wanted to kick him off the bed.

I don’t memorize poetry well in normal times, but it turns out that I have memorized it all.

Can you be more serious?

"Shut up." Liner pulled him down by the hand pressing his waist, then pinched his arm hard, resisting the soft sound in the ending voice, and gritted his teeth and said, "Otherwise, go down."

Xie Yan chose the former in a good manner.

...

It was already late at night, and even the wind was silent.

Lin Er didn't even have the strength to hum lightly. At this moment, he finally understood what Wen Miao meant by "to die".

It was indeed her who died and she lived.

Xie Yan sat up halfway from the bed, took a T-shirt, put it on his body, and then carried Lin Er into the bathroom.

Lin Er was so tired that he didn't even want to lift his eyelids.

Thinking that he was going to take her to take a shower, she obediently hooked his neck and leaned her head against his shoulder.

It was not until Xie Yan put it on the sink that Lin Er realized something was wrong.

She opened her eyelids afterwards and then faced her beautiful black eyes.

Her scalp exploded.

"...No, I'm really going to die." Lin Er had the first time in his life that he was timid. She pressed against his shoulder and shrank back, "Brother, please stop tossing."

Her voice was hoarse, and even the ending sound of her speech seemed to be timid.

Xie Yan just looked at her with a smile, and supported her with both hands on the side of her legs, trapping her in front of him: "It's not what you said, I want to fuck Chai Liehuo?"

"A moment." Liner's voice became soft, and he sounded sticky nasal. "You know I'm talking about it, how many times have you heard?"

"Hmm?" Xie Yan thought for a moment, "Is this what I mean to count for you?"

"..." Liner said, "No, that's what makes you rest."

"I'm not tired yet." Xie Yan raised one hand and slim and white fingertips ticked her chin, as if she was teasing a kitten.

"I'm tired." Lin Er was very disappointed. If she had known that the consequences of drying fire were so painful, she should have lost her practice. "I'm almost exhausted."

Xie Yan was still scratching her chin and laughing: "You haven't moved yet, are you still tired?"

“…”

Liner didn't want to discuss this topic with him.

"bath."

She drank two words.

"Yeah." Xie Yan responded, but his body did not move. Instead, he lowered his head and took a light bite on her face.

Lin Er hissed, couldn't help but lean his head back, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why do you always bite me?"

Before the ending of this sentence could be completely finished, Lin Er's eyebrows jumped. She suddenly snatched her mouth, then accurately pressed his other empty hand, raised her eyelids: "Where should I put my claws?"

Xie Yan gently licked the tip of his lower teeth, smiling as if he was smiling: "Do you want me to tell me?"

“…”

Forget it, you'd better shut up.

Lin Er was sleepy and tired, and just wanted to finish the shower and go to bed quickly, but Xie Yan obviously hadn't tried enough. He didn't mean to take a shower at all. Instead, he picked up her chin and lifted her up gently and irresistibly.

Liner was forced to raise his head, but his eyelids were hanging.

She is really sleepy.

Xie Yan looked at her for a while and suddenly called her name: "Liner."

It is rare to hear Xie Yan calling him like this. Lin Er was stunned and subconsciously responded: "Hmm?"

"Look at me," he whispered.

Liner raised his eyes.

The lights in the bathroom were dim and everything was blurred, but because of the close distance between her and Xie Yan, Lin Er still looked his appearance clearly into his eyes.

Xie Yan lowered his head slightly, and his gaze fell on her face without any slightest moment.

There was still a lustful color between his eyebrows and eyes. With a slight curl of his narrow peach blossom eyes, he felt a sense of demonic energy in his black pupils, like a demon spirit in the mountains that bewitched people's hearts.

His dark tear mole was hidden in the folds of his eyelids, and it appeared faintly as he lowered his eyes.

Feeling Xie Yan's gentle tone, Lin Er hummed weakly.

Gentleness is really gentle.

Tired is really tired.

Sitting on the sink, without any support points around, Liner could only lean on him.

Confused, enchanted.
Chapter completed!