The Rebirth Of The General Who Always Sees Himself As A Replacement

"Wait." Gu Heyan, who was kissed by Mu Zhiming, turned away. He took a deep breath and tried his best to remain calm, "You are drunk."

"Yes, I'm drunk." Young Master Mu bent his eyes and smiled recklessly, pecked Gu Heyan's side face, and then became more and more bold, reaching out to pull Gu Heyan's belt, and his clothes were wrinkled. ,very messy.

Gu Heyan was stunned, he came back to his senses and held Mu Zhiming's hand, and said in a deep voice, "Don't mess around."

Young Master Mu held his neck and said righteously, "I don't."

Gu Heyan: "You are so drunk that you have no idea what you are doing."

"I know." Mu Zhiming said, he held Gu Heyan's hand and clasped it with his fingers, pulled it up to his lips, exhaled and kissed intimately, and then gently rubbed Gu Heyan's palm with his side face, Mu Zhiming was clear With a smile, he said with great certainty, "I want to kiss you, and I still want you to kiss me."

"No." Gu Heyan closed his eyes and opened them again. He turned his head and dared not look at Mu Zhiming. He suppressed the deep desire in his eyes and pulled his hand away from Mu Zhiming's palm.

"Yes." Mu Zhiming wrapped his arms around Gu Heyan's neck vainly because he was drunk, and he said, "I like you."

These four words came out of Mu Zhiming's mouth so easily, but it seemed that Gu Heyan had been casted a body-fixing spell, making him unable to move, and even his breathing seemed to stop.

The young master used the wine to express his intentions, but he couldn't get a response. He pestered Gu Heyan relentlessly and repeated, "I like you, do you hear me?"

Gu Heyan sighed deeply, he turned to look at Mu Zhiming, and asked every word, "Who am I?"

The drunkard tilted his head in confusion, he looked at his eyebrows, not like the sharp sword eyebrows of his crush, he looked at his nose, not like the tall nose bridge of his sweetheart, he looked at his lips, much less like the person in his dream was sharp and thin His lips, but in those eyes that were dyed like black ink, both Yoyo and his life were hiding his figure.

Yes, the person in front of him is the brave and loyal General Gu of Da Jin, and also his Gu Heyan.

Mu Zhiming opened his lips to answer and paused abruptly. Although he was drunk, there was a voice in his heart reminding him.

If you are in a foreign country, you can't say his name, or you will cause disaster, so you have to use a pseudonym.

The drunk has a headache, what is the pseudonym?

what a...

Mu Zhiming answered hesitantly, "Yi..."

Unexpectedly, he just uttered a word, and Gu Heyan suddenly kissed him and blocked the rest of his words back into his throat.

Yi, and again, hearing the words like a knife, Gu Heyan didn’t want to hear it.

The long-cherished wish of the two worlds, infatuation is difficult, but the chaos of the world makes it impossible to escape.

Gu Heyan found out that he was more greedy than he believed, knowing that Mu Zhiming was now drunk and delirious, and he recognized himself as someone else who was somewhat similar, but Gu Heyan was agitated by a word that made his eyes red. Want to recklessly break the tank.

Therefore, Desire hides Gu Heyan's calmness with a smirk, making him unable to push Mu Zhiming away, but he can push him down on the bed.

The red silk quilt under him was soft, and the fragrance of wine lingered between the lips and teeth of the two of them. Mu Zhiming was gasping for breath and his eyes were wet from the kiss by Gu Heyan. Ken let him go, gnawing and grinding his lips and tongue, and continued to **** his breath wildly.

It was like a charming dream. When they came back to their senses, the two of them were already disheveled and their limbs were entangled. Mu Zhiming's chest and narrow waist were as bright as white porcelain and warm jade were full of red fingerprints. Gu Heyan kneaded it out with his fiery palm.

Although the **** fever was surging and mercilessly drowned and engulfed the two, Gu Heyan still maintained a trace of rationality, but rubbed his hands and rubbed between Mu Zhiming's tender thighs and other actions to extinguish the **** of the two.

Mu Zhiming was already drunk, and after some random tossing, he became even more unconscious, and soon fell asleep in Gu Heyan's arms.

Gu Heyan hugged him lightly, looking at the messy bed, his eyes were pale and his face was pale, and after his head calmed down, there was only endless remorse and shame in his heart, but in any case, the impulse was a foregone conclusion, and the matter was overwhelmed.