The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

Chapter 107

The sudden rise in temperature caused Shen Qingchuan to shudder and shrink his neck.

In the dead air of the carriage, there were only the two of them.

There is a faint scent of soap on the coat, and the strange smell lingers on the tip of Shen Qingchuan's nose, which is not annoying at all. After all, the light and elegant scent of soap is easy to remind people of the smell of washing clothes, drying them in the sun, soaking in the sun, and the smell of whiteness , warm and cozy.

It's just that the unfamiliar temperature made him feel uncomfortable, especially the full breath, which made Shen Qingchuan always have an illusion, as if his whole body was wrapped by Fu Chenliang, and the residual temperature of the neckline was like the black spines of a sea urchin. Stimulating/stimulating his skin, it gave him an indescribably strange feeling.

"No, I'm not cold." Shen Qingchuan picked up a corner of his coat from his shoulders, wanted to take it off and return it to Fu Chenliang, so he uttered a nonsense lie.

It's just that his lie is not convincing.

Shen Qingchuan's hair was damp, sticking to the side of his fair cheek, and there were tiny raindrops on the tip of his hair. His whole body was like a ball of green ink smudged in the autumn rain, with a hazy damp and cold beauty. The bleakness brings the poignant beauty of all things dry.

I don't know, it's because of the thin light hitting his face, Fu Chenliang felt that Shen Qingchuan's face was slightly pale and shrunk slightly, which made people mistakenly think that he had a weak body, as if he couldn't stand the autumn cold , The butterfly fluttering its fragile wings and trying to move south, is a beauty that makes people fall.

The moment he flapped his wings, he also disturbed his heartstrings and gave birth to countless delusions.

Inexplicably, a flame of desire/desire ignited in Fu Chenliang's heart.

He wanted to hold Shen Qingchuan in his arms, to catch the last gorgeous butterfly before winter came, to care for his beauty, and to build him a glass greenhouse that was always at room temperature/like spring.

"You cover it." Fu Chenliang stretched out his arms, and put both hands on Shen Qingchuan's shoulders, not letting him take them off.

"So as not to catch a cold." He carefully gathered the collar of his coat again.

This move is a bit out of line, too intimate.

Fu Chenliang's figure was taller and stronger than Shen Qingchuan's, and the coat covering Shen Qingchuan's body seemed a little bigger.

Shen Qingchuan turned his face to one side, he didn't want to meet Fu Chenliang's eyes, those long and narrow black eyes were too bright, like a painter highlighting the characters in a portrait, or like a cluster of torches being lit suddenly in a dark cave. His figure was clearly illuminated.

He was reflected in Fu Chenliang's deep eyes.

Shen Qingchuan was very familiar with that look, he had seen it in Guan Boya's eyes before, when Guan Boya was bathing in sunlight on the balcony and looking at him with a smile, the light was shining like this.

Shen Qingchuan didn't know where to look for a moment, the car window was covered with mottled raindrops and water marks, there was nothing to see, even pretending to look at the scenery outside the car window.

And he didn't want to turn his head to look at Fu Chenliang, meeting those wild eyes would only make him more uncomfortable.

Even if Shen Qingchuan didn't look up, he could still feel Fu Chenliang's gaze, as if figurative, with scorching/hot temperature, falling on the top of his hair, eyelashes, nose, lips, chin, and even his hands.

Suddenly, it seemed that his whole body was engulfed by Fu Chenliang's sight, that man's sight was expanding everywhere, penetrating, plundering/looting every inch of his skin, like sparks ignited in the barren grassland, igniting the whole grassland, Shen Qingchuan Skin feels hot.

But Shen Qingchuan couldn't look back, he knew that as long as he looked, it meant he bowed his head.Because looking is an act of expressing awareness, he was afraid that Fu Chenliang would mistakenly think that he had noticed something, mistakenly thought that he was curious about the strong emotion in his eyes.

Admitting this is like piercing the last layer of paper, like untying the last shackles of the cage that holds the beast.

Shen Qingchuan lowered his head and stared at his hands on his knees. His fingers were slender and slender, slightly curled up. They looked very pale on the dark gray trousers. His nails were cleaned by Guan Bo Yaxiu with a file. There is a pale white crescent on it.

The fingertip of the ring finger of the left hand was once bitten by Guan Boya when he was in a trance, but unfortunately it has disappeared now. Shen Qingchuan rubbed his fingertips.

Even though he deliberately diverted his attention, Shen Qingchuan still seemed panicked and restless, he felt like a clown, full of ugliness.

The bean-big raindrops outside the window hit the glass, as if falling into Shen Qingchuan's heart, hitting small puddles of different depths.

The car was silently driving in the gurgling autumn rain, but occasionally a pedestrian crossed the road and needed to stop, and it was driving very slowly, Shen Qingchuan hated it for going too slowly.

If the rain stopped, he would have a reason to get out of the car directly. He could walk faster than this car like an old scalper, so he didn't have to suffer the tormenting atmosphere in this car.

Shen Qingchuan only felt that time was passing very slowly, the wheels were turning very slowly, and the road to Qunfang Song and Dance Hall was very long.

Fu Chenliang saw Shen Qingchuan sitting in a corner of the back seat of the car, so he moved over and sat close to each other, with only two layers of trousers separating Shen Qingchuan from his outer thighs.

Seemingly feeling the heat from the stretched thigh muscles, Shen Qingchuan thought he was invisible, and tilted his knee, wanting to stay away from Fu Chenliang.

Fu Chenliang could see his multi-minded look.

Fu Chenliang's deep laughter fell into Shen Qingchuan's ears, he smiled affirmatively, and said, "Are you afraid of me?"

Shen Qingchuan frowned with a very shallow arc, did not respond to Fu Chenliang, and remained silent to protest.

Seeing Shen Qingchuan ignoring him, Fu Chenliang was not annoyed, instead he thought of being funny, leaned over and said, "I won't eat you again."

Fu Chenliang smiled and bent his eyes, like a scheming fox with smooth fur who planned to cultivate a human body, when it fell into Shen Qingchuan's eyes, he always felt that the other party had some malicious intentions hidden.

Even if the ferocious wild leopard bows its head to please, it still gives people a suffocating and oppressive coercion.

Do you dare to accept this overture?There is a price to be paid.

Shen Qingchuan turned his head to count the drops of water outside the car window, hoping that the rain would stop soon.

The profile of Shen Qingchuan's profile gives people a feeling of pure beauty, even if he is a little embarrassed now, he is still beautiful when he is born like this.

Fu Chenliang glanced at his neck, a small drop of clear water dripped from the end of his hair, and with the occasional bumps of the car, it rolled down his snow-white neck, like snow beads obliquely rolling down from a jade mountain, and slid down onto his shirt Under the collar, stealthily.

He enjoyed the beauty of the inch by inch snow scene with great interest.

It was only the next moment that Fu Chenliang couldn't be happy anymore, half a small purple hickey was exposed from the collar, and there might be thousands, tens of thousands of hickeys underneath, which were branded on Shen Qingchuan's snowy back.

Fu Chenliang remembered that in the lush grove, under the wisteria tree dotted with sporadic purple flowers, Shen Qingchuan was hanging on the man, his sweaty snowy back was taut, the dappled sunlight, like floating tree shadows, fell on the picture unfolded like a painting paper. With a snowy back, he looked trembling and crying.

Fu Chenliang's eyes dimmed instantly, he leaned lazily on the back of the car seat, playing with a pure copper lighter in his hand.

A self-important smile floated on his face, with a self-deprecating look, and his tone was not good, he said, "I didn't expect that Third Young Master Shen would have a new love so soon after he came back."

Hearing this, Shen Qingchuan was at a loss, not knowing what Fu Chenliang was talking about, turned around, and asked, "What new love?"

Suddenly, Fu Chenliang pulled him over, and Shen Qingchuan fell down on Fu Chenliang's lap unexpectedly, horrified, and wanted to get up to break free, but his hands were tied under the large coat, and his waist was also shackled.

Fu Chenliang leaned very close, the scorching/hot breath sent from between his lips and teeth sprayed on Shen Qingchuan's eyelashes, with a slight itchy feeling, the breath sent to the skin of the neck, Shen Qingchuan flinched slightly.

Fu Chenliang pulled Shen Qingchuan's back collar slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Who left these marks on you?"

His palms pressed against Shen Qingchuan's back, clinging tightly, the warmth of his palms spread to Shen Qingchuan's skin through the fabric.

Shen Qingchuan's face turned red, those traces were naturally left by Guan Boya, he was annoyed, he clenched his teeth lightly, and said, "Who am I with is none of your business, let me go."

Thinking that the kitten was angered and showed its sharp claws, but unfortunately, in Fu Chenliang's view, it was just a bluff.

"Since you can accept men, why didn't you choose me first?" Fu Chenliang was originally afraid of scaring Shen Qingchuan, but he wanted to take it slowly, relax his patience, and gradually enclose Shen Qingchuan into his world.

Unexpectedly, his patience and thoughtfulness gave others a chance to get there first.

He is now mad with jealousy, wishing he could find out that man and throw him into the sea.

Those rich crimson hickeys were definitely not made by women.

The woman is not so possessive, along her back, she imprints her own mark on almost every inch of her skin, declaring her territorial rights.

Such deep marks were made by men.

Fu Chenliang kissed the exposed half of the hickey, and bit it lightly, the deep red was added with bright red, Shen Qingchuan let out a pain, and he cursed, "Fu Chenliang, are you crazy? I want to get out of the car .”

Maybe it's disgust, Shen Qingchuan's small chattering mouth is too loud.

Fu Chenliang held Shen Qingchuan's lips in his mouth, and the kiss made Shen Qingchuan a little difficult to breathe. He wanted to turn his face away, hide for a while, and take a breath.

Shen Qingchuan opened his mouth slightly, trying to snatch the thin air, but gave Fu Chenliang an opportunity to take advantage of it, which was different from Guan Boya's kiss.

Fu Chenliang's kiss is wild, leaning towards wild beasts, without restraint, with a kind of ferocity that wants to tear people apart and eat them into their stomachs.

Like a ferocious beast, it rushes in, pushes away, and attacks the city, like a gust of wind passing through, sweeping away and plundering everything.

Just like a knife prying open a shell, it is wantonly, taking out the soft meat hidden in the shell, and will continue to penetrate, Shen Qingchuan's shrinking and dodging will only arouse the loss of control more and more.

In the airtight compartment, in addition to the sound of bean big raindrops beating on the window glass, there is also the sound of water.

Shen Qingchuan's chin was clenched, and his fragile neck was raised, and the outline of the slightly protruding Adam's apple could be seen. His eyelashes were dripping with water, trembling, as if the wings were wetted by the rain, and the butterflies stuck to the ground, trapped by the rain. Stay, all struggling/struggling is in vain.

So pitiful, like a beauty on the verge of death.

Fu Chenliang's eyes dimmed, his arms were like steel, tightly bound Shen Qingchuan, and kissed deeply, not to be refused.

Shen Qingchuan's hands were bound by the coat, his face was flushed red, the tips of his ears, and a layer of rouge swept across the corners of his eyes, he was probably afraid, and he started to cry.

Fu Chenliang realized that it frightened Shen Qingchuan, so he slowly withdrew, but his hands were still like iron chains that locked the soul, tightly binding Shen Qingchuan's waist, not giving him a chance to escape, and kissed him as if to comfort him. The corners of his mouth, his chin.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Fu Chenliang's voice was low, as if talking about love, conveying the meaning of intimacy.

But his words did not bring any comfort to Shen Qingchuan.

Because the palms close to Shen Qingchuan's waist were rough and hot, the hem of the clothes was a little messy, and the creases looked wrinkled, making it unbearable for him.

Shen Qingchuan cursed, "Shameless."

Fu Chenliang chuckled twice, put his chin on Shen Qingchuan's neck, and said, "I have something more shameless. I have good physical strength. You should have seen my figure in Wanquan Villa."

"If you are afraid of pain, we can go to the hot spring on our first date."

Seeing what Fu Chenliang said, there is more and more no bottom line.

Shen Qingchuan moved his hips to the side, trying to get rid of his embrace.

Suddenly, the arms holding Shen Qingchuan's waist tightened, and Fu Chenliang warned in a hoarse voice, "Don't move around."

The author has something to say: Little angels, tomorrow is Friday or Saturday, and I need a nutrient solution, chirp.

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small theater:

Master Fu: Rising suddenly.

Second brother: Why isn't third brother here yet?

Shen Qingchuan: Troublemaker

Second brother: Innocent face, how did I become a troublemaker?

感谢在2021-03-0423:58:54~2021-03-0522:59:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 1 bottle of water in the sky;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!