The sweet smell of alcohol invaded his mouth. Qi Mo was stunned for a long time before his short-circuited brain realized that Lin Qingyang was kissing him!
After realizing it, his body began to stir, and the hand holding his shoulder slowly tightened, responding eagerly. The suppressed desire was like ignited hay, burning his whole body in an instant, and the two of them didn't even notice when they rolled onto the bed.
Lin Qingyang turned over and pressed on him to kiss him. Qi Mo responded without any clue. Demonic Qi filled the room, and Spiritual Power began to suppress Lin Qingyang unconsciously.
Probably because he felt uncomfortable, Lin Qingyang raised his head with a frown. Qi Mo chased after him and kissed him, but was pulled back by his hair. He lay on the bed and looked up at him, his eyes obsessed and fanatical.
"Lin Qingyang!" Qi Mo gasped and called him.
Lin Qingyang still had a drunken look on his face. He pulled his hair harder and harder, and asked slowly, "What did you call me?"
Qi Mo stared at him, the burning desire in his eyes almost overflowing, and his Adam's apple rolled before he uttered two words: "Master."
Lin Qingyang then smiled with satisfaction, moved his hand from the top of his head to his face, patted it gently, and said with a smile, "Be good."
The smell of alcohol sprayed on his face, Qi Mo's breathing became heavier, and he suddenly turned over and pinned the person under him.
Lin Qingyang was already drunk, lying on the bed with his eyes closed, muttering vaguely, "I just said how could I be..." He lost his voice and fell asleep like this.
Qi Mo was lying on top of him, Amber's eyes were staring at the person under him, his eyes were red, the boiling desire in his body was screaming, the veins on his neck were bulging, and he wanted to devour the prey in front of him, but the prey was sleeping unprepared, without any sense of danger.
On the copper candlestick, the candle flame flickered, reflecting the figure on the bed. Qi Mo tensed up and stared at the person on the bed. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly lowered his head and kissed Lin Qingyang tremblingly and gently on the lips.
The sun rises and the moon sets, and the sun shines in through the half-open window. The person on the bed slowly opens his eyes and squints because of the dazzling sunlight. It takes him a while to wake up. His head hurts violently because of the hangover, and his throat is so dry and sore.
"A-Qi." Lin Qingyang called out habitually.
No one in the room responded. Lin Qingyang sat up slowly and woke up.
The room had been tidied up as before, and the windows were bright and clean. Lin Qingyang got out of bed and walked to the table to pour himself a glass of water. As he was drinking, the door was pushed open and he saw Qi Mo coming in with a bowl. Seeing that he was awake, a flash of red appeared on his face.
"You're awake." Qi Mo walked forward softly.
"What time is it?" Lin Qingyang said, rubbing his head.
"It's almost noon." Qi Mo said, putting the bowl in front of him, "I've cooked a hangover soup for you."
"Thank you." Lin Qingyang said with a smile, holding a spoon and lowering his head to drink the soup.
Qi Mo sat nearby and observed him, looking confused for a while before tentatively asking, "You drank too much last night..."
"Yeah, I didn't expect this wine to be quite strong." Lin Qingyang said.
Qi Mo paused and asked, "You... don't even remember?"
Lin Qingyang raised his eyes and looked at him and asked, "I won't go crazy drinking again, will I?"
Qi Mo was stunned for a moment and nodded hesitantly.
Lin Qingyang said with some embarrassment, "I know, I used to do random things when I drank too much. I don't usually drink much. Yesterday was indeed an accident, don't mind."
Qi Mo heard this, his eyes dimmed, a little disappointed, and he didn't speak for a long time.
Lin Qingyang lowered his head to drink the soup. Seeing that the other party was silent, he looked up again and said, "What's wrong?"
Qi Mo looked at him and was silent for a long time before saying, "Nothing, I'll get you something to eat."
Lin Qingyang nodded and drank the soup with his head lowered. When the person walked out of the door, he threw down the spoon and ran to the door. He watched the person walk away through the crack in the door, then he squatted on the ground in a state of collapse while grabbing his hair.
"So you remember it all!" Windflower Sword floated over from nowhere.
Lin Qingyang looked up with his messy hair and pointed at his head. "Come towards me to make me forget."
"Scumbag!" Lin Yao complained.
"I didn't mean it!" Lin Qingyang quibbled, "Who knew that if you drink some wine... there must be something wrong with the wine! Wait, he should be an adult, right?"
"Beast!" Lin Yao sighed.
Lin Qingyang looked like he was about to cry, and seemed a little unable to refute. What was the difference between his behavior and those who took advantage of him before?
"How about you just give me a sword?" Lin Qingyang said desperately.
Lin Yao circled around him and said, "Brother, aren't you bent?"
"How... how could it be? I just drank too much." Lin Qingyang said immediately, but his tone was a little weak, and then he scratched his already messy hair with some irritation.
"But I don't think he resisted very much. He seemed quite willing." Lin Yao analyzed.
"How old is he, how can he understand this?" Lin Qingyang frowned and said, "I rescued him, and he obeyed me in everything. We are not equal, so naturally he did not dare to resist."
Thinking about it like this, Lin Qingyang felt more and more guilty in his heart. A-Qi didn't understand anything. She trusted him and relied on him so much, but she did such a thing to him, and pretended to be dumbfounded afterwards. It was so inhumane! But now her mind was in a mess, and she didn't know how to face him.
Lin Qingyang looked up at Windflower Sword floating in the air, and suddenly thought of something.
"Wait a minute, you watched the whole thing last night?"
Windflower Sword said nothing, turned the sword and floated away silently.
"What's going on!" Lin Qingyang shouted in a frantic voice.
In the silent Back Mountain forest, Qi Mo was squatting by the river and staring at the river with an unhappy face. Suddenly, he struck a claw from the air, and a splash of water exploded. A plump carp was knocked out of the water and landed on the grass next to Qi Mo. There were already more than a dozen fish lying on the grass, and some were still writhing in struggle.
At this time, a Spirit Bird landed with its wings flashing, and jumped close to a fish. Just as it was about to lower its head and bite it, Qi Mo frowned and a Demonic Qi rushed towards it. The bird was directly swept away, leaving a few colorful feathers behind, and fled in a hurry with fluttering wings.
After venting his anger, Qi Mo picked up a few larger ones from the ground, threw the rest back into the river with a wave of his hand, and walked back wearing them with straw ropes. Not long after walking through the woods, he stepped on a piece of colorful feathers with blood stains on them.
Is there anyone else hunting Spirit Bird in this forest?
Qi Mo was a little strange. I picked up the feather and sniffed it, but I smelled an obvious smell of Demonic Qi. I couldn't help but frown and looked around with some vigilance.
Following Spirit Bird's scent, he found a rock. He felt that the smell of blood was getting more and more obvious, and there were more blood-stained feathers and bones on the ground. There seemed to be a slight noise behind a rock. Qi Mo stepped lightly and approached quietly, and his hands turned into sharp claws.
When he got close to the rock, Qi Mo poked his head out warily and looked behind the rock. There was no one behind him, except for the half-eaten Spirit Bird. Apparently he left after noticing his approach..Qi Mo frowned, smelling the suddenly intensified bloody smell behind him, Qi Mo suddenly dodged and jumped away, and the silver-white sword edge struck the boulder behind him, splitting it into pieces in an instant.
Qi Mo looked up and saw a sword-wielding man wearing a white cloak, his face completely covered by the cloak.