soul noise

Chapter 93 I Love You So Much

After Song Zhaoyin finished speaking, everything seemed to be out of control.

The pheromone with the smell of ice and snow permeated the small room, causing the indoor temperature to drop sharply. The clothes that were already shabby were torn to pieces, and they fell on the shaking bed.

The shirt was extremely wronged, but at this time his owner couldn't protect himself even more. He was pressed in the messy bedding and was kissed like a beast by Xie Hengkong, so he didn't have time to pay attention to such a scrapped shirt.

But Shirt never gave in, and in the turbulence, he still looked helplessly at his crushed owner.Looking at the lean and beautiful pectoral muscles, well-defined abdominal muscles, and narrow waist that were originally protected by it, they all became food for that beast!

The cold white jade-like pure land is stained with red marks and water stains. When it undulates, it arches a wave, which is just thick and colorful, and it is extraordinary.

The shirt looks great!

The beast should think so, otherwise, why would it be reluctant to let go, and stick it on itself, so as not to let other shirt fragments watch together.It can only look at the back of the beast that sometimes arches and sometimes collapses, the honey-colored skin is tight and the muscles are tight, and the curved arc is powerful, with a kind of wild sexiness.

Nice looking too, the shirt reluctantly admits.

The breathing of the beast gradually became thick and low, as if suppressing some terrible desire.The shirt sounded scary, but the owner seemed to like it very much, and stroked the scar on the beast's back with his hands stained with unknown water stains.

Since the beast is a beast, it is not so easy to be domesticated, panting heavily and continuing to move down the battlefield.

The owner was probably injured, and he let out a deep muffled grunt. Before the shirt had time to see the owner's situation clearly, it was blown away by a sudden turbulence and fell to the ground.

I couldn't see the battlefield, but I could only hear the roar and collision of the master and the beast, which showed that the battle was fierce.

The quilt was just as it had been, kicked aside, and where it fell to the floor was a mottled dark color.

I don’t know when the temperature in the room has dropped, as if there was a heavy snowfall. The shirt is a little worried about whether the owner will be cold without its own protection, but it is just a piece of rag, it cannot fly up, and can only watch it shake. Stopped on the edge of the battlefield.

When the two numbers in the middle of the electronic clock beside the bed changed from 29 to 03, Shirt saw his poor owner again.A thin layer of sweat broke out on the owner's body. He should not be cold, but it seems that he has lost.I don't know when it started, he changed from being pressed under the quilt to being imprisoned by wild beasts and kneeling on the wall, with many red scars on his body.

However, the instigator, the beast, was not much better. Shirt saw the blood on the back of the beast.

Red.

As expected of the master, the master still refused to admit defeat, clutching the beast's claws with tense five fingers, as if trying to break free from the bumps.

The sky outside the window has become completely dark. I don’t know when the wind blew in. The cold wind blowing in through the window, rolled up the shreds of the shirt, and it was blown back to the foot of the bed, in a violent and rapid jolt. ups and downs.

After a long time, the sound of the wind outside the window gradually died down, and the sound of breathing in the room could be clearly heard.Sometimes it is slow and long, sometimes rough and fast, mixed with the sound of slapping and impacting.

Amidst a series of hoarse panting sounds, the beast that had been suppressed for a long time finally showed its fangs, opened its mouth and bit the fragile nape of the prey, and suddenly a low growl of pain or pleasure resounded.

The shirt knew that the master had lost out.

His spurts of blood were left on the walls.

White.

The surging pheromones in the air gradually calmed down, and the two streams of pheromones blended and filled the air, with an ambiguous and charming smell floating everywhere.

Song Zhaoyin recovered from the intense pleasure, Xie Hengkong behind him was still pressing him, gently licking and kissing the blood overflowing from the back of his neck.

Only when the traits marked by alpha returned to normal size, Xie Hengkong slowly backed away, lay down with his arms around Song Zhaoyin, and obsessively looked at Song Zhaoyin's appearance at this time.

His half-opened thin lips were still blood red, and the beads of his lips were obviously bitten by him, like a red bead, trembling in his breath.Even the always cold gray-blue eyes were dizzy with crimson, like cold jade fished out of the water, with a softness that seemed to glisten with water.

"You look so pretty." Xie Hengkong said fascinated.

No matter how you look at it, it looks good.

Song Zhaoyin also looked at him, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "Happy now?"

"I'm so happy, I'm so happy that I'm going crazy." Xie Hengkong tightened his arms and buried him contentedly on the side of his neck, smelling the cool pine fragrance mixed with ice and snow pheromones in the air.

Due to the influence of pheromones, the indoor temperature is still very low, and the coldness penetrates from the porcelain white walls. Except for the place where Song Zhaoyin's elbows and shoulders touched, a thin layer of frost has condensed in many places, especially near the bed. below the head.

When Xie Hengkong saw it, he suddenly wiped it with his hand, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed, "It smells like your pheromone."

After speaking, he stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick it again, and smacked his lips as if tasting it, "Mmm, sweet."

Song Zhaoyin felt a little hot for no reason, and helplessly grabbed his finger that he still wanted to play with, "Dirty or not."

"Not dirty." Xie Hengkong lowered his head and kissed him, rolling his tongue around his ears, "Why are your things dirty?"

The hot and humid tongue rubbed against the tip of the ear, hot and cold, Song Zhaoyin only felt itchy, the itching made him hot and hot, and he exerted some force on his hands.

"The walls are dirty."

Seeing Song Zhaoyin's cheeks were flushed and he turned his eyes away from looking at the frosty flowers, Xie Hengkong suddenly asked, "Are you shy?"

Song Zhaoyin: "..."

Xie Hengkong chuckled, "Didn't you just seduce me and invite me to fuck you, did I fuck you?"

Song Zhaoyin raised his eyebrows, turned his gray-blue eyes to the end of his eyes, and looked sideways at Xie Hengkong. Although he didn't speak, he clearly expressed two words.

"is it?"

"Aren't you convinced? Then continue...huh?" Xie Hengkong got excited and immediately turned up. Before he could push Song Zhaoyin back, he was stopped by his cross arm against his shoulder, "What are you doing?"

Song Zhaoyin's brows that were still stretched just now were slightly frowned, and his eyes shifted from the dark red bedding to the understanding Hengkong's face, "Get up, turn around."

"Huh? Are you going to fuck me? Not..." Before Xie Hengkong could finish his sentence, he was slapped on the forehead. His head was full of yellow waste, and the slap hit the pause button, and he was stunned.

Song Zhaoyin had already pushed up his long legs, turned over and sat up, changed positions with him, and pushed him down. When he saw his back was bright red, Song Zhaoyin's face immediately became stern.

"Baby, are you here to force me?" Xie Hengkong slammed his face into the quilt, but he didn't see Song Zhaoyin's expression changed, and he was still talking obscenely, but there was no response after he finished speaking, only then did he turn around and see that Song Zhaoyin had already He got out of bed and walked to the cabinet on the other side.

There's a medical kit there.

Alpha has no hair on her body. She is tall and has long legs. She has wide shoulders and narrow waist. The muscles stretched smoothly and powerfully when she walks around. Astringent sexy.

He walked faster than usual, walked there in two or three steps, picked up the medical kit and turned back.

Seeing him walking towards him step by step, Xie Hengkong's heart suddenly softened, and he felt a warm sense of satisfaction.

This feeling was stronger than when he tried to permanently mark Song Zhaoyin and formed a knot in his body. It was a pure psychological feeling without the influence of physiological hormones.

It turns out that the moon will also come towards him.

Xie Hengkong turned over, opened his long legs, propped his elbows on the quilt, admiring the beautiful scenery in front of him with eyes full of affection, and by the way performed a golden rooster independence.

Song Zhaoyin turned a blind eye to him, let him lie down, took off the gauze on his back, and treated the open wound for him.

The steel plate that fell at that time was not small, and when it pierced Xie Hengkong's left shoulder, it even cracked one of his ribs.If it weren't for his body being different from ordinary people, and his strong self-healing ability and self-protection mechanism to stop the bleeding, I'm afraid he wouldn't have the strength to hold on to the helicopter to pick them up.

The violent movement between the two just now caused Xie Hengkong to lose control for a moment, and the wound that hadn't fully healed was torn open again, bleeding continuously, as if he could still see the white bones in the flesh.

If the angle is a few more points, the bone will break under the blow and the heart will be pierced.

Looking at the wound in front of him, Song Zhaoyin couldn't help recalling the scene when Xie Hengkong was hit by the steel plate in his mind, and his heart felt sore.

Although Song Zhaoyin didn't open his eyes at the time, his five senses were still there, telling him that at the critical moment, Xie Hengkong chose to push him away.

The person who said he was selfish and wanted to drag him to die with him subconsciously chose to protect him in a critical moment.

Song Zhaoyin was very moved, but at the same time he was a little angry, especially when he heard Xie Hengkong gasping forbearance.

"Didn't you say that you are selfish, you can do anything for your own happiness?" Song Zhaoyin said suddenly, "If you die, you have to drag me with you."

Xie Hengkong's tensed back froze for a moment, and Song Zhaoyin continued, "I'm not afraid that I'll be crushed to death, am I still alive?"

Xie Hengkong seemed to be dumbfounded by the question. He didn't expect Song Zhaoyin to say these words at this moment, and he didn't know what to say, or he didn't know why.

That's just instinct.

"I'm just happy for myself," Xie Hengkong said.

"I'm very happy to be hurt for you." Xie Hengkong smiled helplessly, grabbed Song Zhaoyin and put his fingers on his back, stuffed himself into Song Zhaoyin's arms, and looked up at him, "It doesn't matter if you die. .”

Song Zhaoyin stopped his movements and looked at him, his gaze was as deep as a pool of cold water, calm on the surface, but underneath this sentence "it doesn't matter" stirred up countless turbulent currents and whirlpools.

"Song Zhaoyin, I love you so much." Xie Hengkong smiled at him, his eyes were affectionate and bright, "I love you more than I imagined."

Love so much that he can be selfless, just like A Jie saved Sheng Mo with his life in order to let Sheng Mo escape.

In the past, he snorted and couldn't understand the strange feelings, and it seemed that they were all clearer and clearer.

Yi Bie subconsciously followed and searched for many years, but because he didn't know where his love came from, it went deeper and deeper.

Where does he hate the moon, he just hates not being able to ask for it;

He is not trying to kill Z, he is fighting against his unconscious attention;

Not to mention that he really wanted to drag Song Zhaoyin to die together, he was just afraid that he would not be chosen and would be left behind.

There is no difference between love and death, and the will to court love is probably the willingness to die.

Xie Hengkong took Song Zhaoyin's hand and kissed his fingertips, "How could I love you so much?"

Saying I love you ten thousand times is not enough.

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