Lin Qingyang was lying on his back on the messy brocade couch. His long hair had long been scattered and his eyes were always full of sarcasm. At this moment, he was looking at him with a glint of water, and he was unable to refute Cang Mo's pressing questions.
Cang Mo looked at Lin Qingyang's appearance, and his Adam's apple rolled violently. He finally couldn't hold it back and kissed the mouth that was always irritating. The anger, grievance, and jealousy that had been accumulated for many days turned into crazy thoughts that wanted to devour people.
Lin Qingyang slowly opened his eyes that were covered with water vapor, and looked at the person in front of him. His gaze traced his eyebrows and the bridge of his nose little by little, as if he was taking one last greedy look. Until his eyes were sore and painful, he turned his head to cover up, avoiding Cang Mo's sight.
This subtle dodge fell into Cang Mo's eyes, but turned into a silent resistance.
Cang Mo bit the corner of his lip, and then he realized something. He frowned, and slid his palm down his back. He put his palm against Spiritual Root on his lower abdomen and explored, only to find that Lin Qingyang's body was empty, and he returned to the previous state with only a faint Spiritual Power.
"Where is your Spiritual Power?" Cang Mo's voice was hoarse, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Didn't it recover before? Why did it become like this again?"
Lin Qingyang closed his eyes and suppressed the emotions in his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he returned to his nonchalant and frivolous look.
"The previous move consumed too much, and I haven't recovered yet." Lin Qingyang said casually, and then snorted disdainfully, "Otherwise, do you think you would have the chance to do this to me?"
When Cang Mo heard what he said, the doubts in his heart were suppressed by the evil fire that quickly ignited. He chuckled and deliberately leaned close to Lin Qingyang's ear. His voice was low and bad. "Really? You clearly had Spiritual Power before, and I never saw you resisting. Or... you actually like how I treat you like this."
"That's to... lure Bi Yue out..." Lin Qingyang said intermittently.
"Then you really endure the humiliation and bear the burden!" Cang Mo gritted his teeth and lit the fire more and more fiercely.
Lin Qingyang finally couldn't bear it and gritted his teeth and cursed, "Have you fucking eaten enough? Hurry up if you want to do it!"
"Are you inviting me?" Cang Mo Amber's eyes were dark.
"Just keep grinding, if it doesn't work, get out!" Lin Qingyang scolded angrily.
Cang Mo narrowed his eyes, finally stopped talking nonsense, lowered his head and bit his shoulder.
Lin Qingyang dug his fingers into the back of Cang Mo's hand and almost screamed.
"Why have you lost so much weight again?" Cang Mo muttered in his ear. Demon Emperor City had gained a little weight just now, but in the past few days, he has lost a handful of bones.
Lin Qingyang felt the person on his body hugging him tightly, with an almost desperate possessiveness.
He looked stunned, and wanted to reach out and hug the person on his body, but his fingers moved, and they still grabbed the sheets under him, but his heart suddenly started to hurt violently. It seemed that his body could finally not bear the turbulent emotions, and big tears rolled down uncontrollably, hitting the messy black hair, and soaking the soft pillow under him.
Cang Mo also noticed something was wrong with Lin Qingyang. He seemed to be too quiet. He looked up and saw Lin Qingyang's eyes were closed tightly, his face was full of tears, and he was in pain as if he would break if touched.
Cang Mo's head buzzed, and he panicked for a moment, not daring to move again.
"I... I hurt you?" Cang Mo asked cautiously.
He was a little helpless and wiped the tears from his face. He had sometimes gone too far in the past, but Lin Qingyang only scolded him and gave him a slap at most. He had never cried like this.
Cold tears were dripping on his fingertips, and Cang Mo seemed to be infected by his emotions. He suddenly felt a suffocating sadness, so sad that his own heart began to ache.
"Lin Qingyang, what's wrong with you?" Cang Mo asked in a low voice, kissing the corners of his tear-stained eyes soothingly.
Lin Qingyang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, deliberately ignoring the tearing emotions in his chest. He slowly opened his eyes, looked at the person on his body, and smiled reluctantly, "Your skills are so bad, I really can't bear it!"
There was a cry in his voice, which made Cang Mo feel uncomfortable. He ignored his sarcasm and touched his hair gently.
"Are you hiding something from me?" Cang Mo asked, lowering his voice and staring into his eyes.
Lin Qingyang turned away from him and smiled and cursed carelessly, "Why do you talk so much nonsense when you go to bed?"
"Lin Qingyang!" Cang Mo turned his face and forced him to look at her.
Lin Qingyang looked at him, his eyes were still red, but his face was still smiling, and he said with a bit of provocation, "If you can't do it, get out! Anyway, there are many people in Wuyoufang, and it will be the same if I change him."
Cang Mo's face darkened. He was obviously stimulated by these words, his eyes became dangerous again, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I found that you especially like to talk nonsense in bed."
Lin Qingyang raised his slender neck and smiled more and more wantonly.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Lin Qingyang came closer to him, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows full of seductive arrogance, "Come on, kill me."
Cang Mo took a breath, this straightforward seduction and provocation instantly ignited all reason.
"You asked for this." Cang Mo said through gritted teeth, and kissed him ferociously, his entangled figure carrying a madness that would kill him.