My Love Comes to See the Grass on my Grave

Gu Lang put his palm on Murong Yan's chest, and his fingertips made his clothes wrinkle. He looked at Murong Yan, and his heart seemed to have a heat wave, "You don't owe me..."

Murong Yan lowered his head and touched the tip of his nose, "I should have met you earlier. If it wasn't for the loneliness of these years, you wouldn't be so cranky... In the future, I won't let you be wronged."

The hot breath was so close at hand, Gu Lang's heart felt hot for a while, "I'm afraid you will be wronged..."

Murong Yan smiled softly, "Then you have to compensate me well, give me a few more babies..." The rest of the words were suddenly swallowed into his mouth, and his soft lips covered them.

Gu Lang tugged at the front of his clothes, and the past scenes rolled by--the wine at night, the fish in the casino, the bamboo outside the city, the man's smile...

you have me...

Gu Lang tightened his ten fingers, turned him down and looked at Murong Yan with a tinge of red at the end of his eyes, and said hoarsely, "Okay... Murong Yan, as long as you don't let go, I won't let you go."

Murong Yan's eyes widened with a smile, he hugged him tightly, raised his head and bit his lips, and said with a smile, "Never let go for the rest of your life."

The breath between the lips and teeth became hotter and softer. Gu Lang's belt was torn off, his coat fell on the bedside, and his inner coat was left loose. Before he could recover, he flipped again, his back sank into the soft quilt, and his chest was covered with a warm body.

Murong Yan kissed the tip of his nose and whispered, "Should you repay what you owe me?"

Gu Lang's ears turned red, and after a pause, he casually touched his neckline and pulled it down, but only half of his chest was exposed.

Murong Yan smiled against his forehead, his breath fell on his face, which was hot and itchy.

He couldn't help being a little annoyed, "...What are you laughing at?"

Murong Yan took his hand and put it on his waist, and said softly, "You have to draw the belt first."

Gu Lang blushed and his ears were hot, "You take care of me..."

"Okay, I don't care, you continue..." Murong Yan pressed his kiss, put his palms on his waist and rubbed gently, stroked his thin back, and rubbed against his flat stomach...

The place where the palm passed was burning and itching, Gu Lang couldn't help shrinking, but Murong Yan held his waist and kissed him even deeper.

He was caught in the quilt and gasped, and when he saw Murong Yan leaning over, he took out a porcelain bottle from the bedside, opened it and smelled it.

Gu Lang's face was complicated, "...you...still have to eat?"

"What nonsense?" Murong Yan rubbed his body down and rubbed against him, "Do I look like I'm eating?"

Gu Lang looked at the porcelain bottle, "Then..."

"This is for you," Murong Yan touched his waist all the way down, and Gu Lang was startled, "What flavor do you like? Next time I'll ask someone to prepare more..."

Gu Lang covered his mouth and blushed, "Stop talking!"

"Okay, let's not talk about it," Murong Yan took his hand and leaned closer, "The spring/night is too short, you should be more anxious."

"Who's in a hurry... um..."

It was getting late, the room was dark, the empty porcelain jars rolled down beside the bed, and the greasy gasps overflowed from the tent one after another.

Gu Lang's clothes were hanging between his arms, biting the soft duvet and trembling uncontrollably, his neck was covered with powder, sweating all over his body, and an uncontrollable moan escaped from his teeth, "Um..."

Murong Yan kissed the sweat off his neck, his naked chests collided with heat, panting and murmuring together, hoarse and low, "Gu Lang..."

His waist suddenly tightened, and his body was hot. Gu Lang couldn't help but curled up and buried himself in Murong Yan's neck, clutching his sweaty shoulders with ten fingers, panting unbearably.

After a long time, his hands were weakly lowered, and Gu Lang was paralyzed under the quilt, panting softly.

Murong Yan kissed away the tears from the corners of his eyes and hugged him into his arms.

Gu Lang suddenly froze.

Murong Yan asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Gu Lang's ears were hot, "...it seems... it's flowing out..."

Murong Yan paused for a while, then suddenly covered it up again, and said in a low voice, "Then I'll block it back?"

"Wh... um..." Gu Lang trembled lightly, "Why are you..."

Murong Yan: "The last time, okay?"

Gu Lang: "...you said the same just now!"

"It's true this time."

"You lied... um..."

In the middle of the night, the prince opened the door, dressed in clothes and came out to call for hot water.

The guard ran over and said proudly, "His Royal Highness, it's all burnt.

The prince was very satisfied and rewarded him with a large piece of silver.

The guard carried the money and happily carried the hot water, even thinking that he could make a fortune by boiling hot water in the future.

Murong Yan pulled Gu Lang out of the quilt and carried him into the tub.

The surface of the water surged, and Gu Lang leaned on Murong Yan's chest dazedly, letting the water flow over his waist, his whole body warm.

In a daze, he seemed to see himself as a child, riding on the shoulders of his father, walking on the busy street. The streets were brightly lit, and his mother walked beside them, teasing him with a lantern with a tiger in her hand.

His mother is laughing, his father is laughing, and he seems to be laughing too...

The corners of Gu Lang's eyes were slightly curved, and in the haze, a soft kiss seemed to fall on his lips...

When the sky was light, Ruan Nian sat on the bed with his pillow in his arms and looked at Qu Fengyun who was sleeping beside the bed.

After they returned from the Guanyin Temple, Qu Fengyun seemed to ignore him.

Yesterday, after the prince took Gao Cheng and others away, Wei Qingtong dragged him aside and said fiercely: "If you dare to speak out about today's matter, don't blame me for being rude!"

Ruan Nian said dumbfounded, "Huh?"

"What are you pretending to be stupid?!" Wei Qingtong didn't believe him, "Dengzizi!"

Ruan Nian was called "Deng Tuzi" several times by her that day, and she couldn't help being a little angry, "Girl, where did I offend you?!"

Wei Qingtong didn't expect him to be righteous, "Don't you know it yourself?!"

Ruan Nian shook his head.

Wei Qingtong got angry and blurted out, "You touch my chest!"

Wei Yong and Qu Fengyun not far away: "..."

Therefore, Qu Fengyun did not speak to him all the way.

Qu Fengyun slowly opened his eyes and suddenly saw Ruan Nian sitting on the bed with his pillow in his arms and looking at him, he was shocked and almost fell off the bed.

Qu Fengyun: "...Why didn't you sleep?"

Ruan Nian leaned over to look at him and said, "Ah, are you mad at me?"

Qu Fengyun did not speak.

Ruan Nian hesitantly said, "I, I didn't touch Miss Wei on purpose. At that time, I tied my hands behind my back and I couldn't see it, so I was not careful..."

Qu Fengyun: "Accidentally?"

"Of course," Ruan Nian argued, "I want to touch you too!"

Qu Fengyun: "..."