The luxurious bedroom was extremely quiet, and the smell of passion lingered in the air, accompanied by rapid and rising gasps, floating low in the air, seemingly absent but extremely lustful.
Li En raised his hand covered with turbid liquid and stretched it out in front of Leng Ling. He smiled evilly and said, "Look, this is your thing. You have obviously saved it for so long, why do you still hold back?"
Leng Ling's cheeks were flushed, and the weakness after ejaculation made him even weak to speak, "I said, don't make me hate you...otherwise..."
"Brother, are you asleep?"
The door was suddenly opened a small crack, and Xiaolin's voice came in without any warning.
Leng Ling was suddenly startled. He covered the exposed parts of his body in panic, and even his voice trembled, "What's the matter?"
"I want to sleep with you, is that okay?"
Xiaolin's front half had already tilted towards the bedroom, and her clear eyes looked inside without blinking.
Li Enying's straight eyebrows frowned slightly, and the desire ignited in his body was extinguished.
He turned around and blocked Leng Ling with his body, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness Lin, your brother is feeling a little uncomfortable and can't sleep with you anymore."
Xiaolin didn't notice Leng Ling hiding behind Li En's tall body. She didn't know where her brother had gone. She clearly heard her brother's voice, but why was he not there?
Looking at the tall and burly man curiously, Xiaolin's clear voice sounded again, "Mr. Lien? Where is my brother?"
Leng Ling originally thought of putting on clothes, but when Xiaolin asked, it turned into a dilemma.
As he tried to get up in a panic, a black shadow shrouded his head, and the clothes the man was wearing covered him.
The finely crafted fabrics retained the man's body temperature and the usual smell of tobacco, which immediately calmed Leng Ling's somewhat flustered mood.
After a while, a clear and pleasant voice revealed an unconcealable lust, "Xiao Lin, I'm here."
Xiaolin asked with concern, "Brother, are you feeling uncomfortable? Let me see you."
"It's okay, I'll just lean on you for a while."
"When my mother was here, every time I got sick, as long as my mother gave me a kiss, my illness would be cured. Today, if my brother is not feeling well, please let me give him a kiss."
As Xiaolin spoke, she moved over with difficulty, and the leg with the prosthetic limb made a muffled banging sound on the light-colored carpeted floor.
Leng Ling's hands on the clothes tightened slightly. He wanted to tell his sister not to worry about him, but the other party insisted on coming over to see him, which made him start to feel at a loss.
"Your Highness Lin, why did you run out alone? Your Highness has already rested. We are still...Mr. Lien..."
Jerry looked at the burly figure facing him in slight surprise, "Why are you here?"
"I asked him to come here," Leng Ling pulled Lean away, her cold voice no longer hoarse after venting her anger.
"Brother, are you okay?" Xiaolin was thinking about Leng Ling's condition. After seeing him, she hurriedly ran up to her, not caring about her legs that were unable to move. Her center of gravity was unstable and she was about to fall forward.
Go down.
"careful!"
Leng Ling let out a low cry, and his heart almost stopped beating. He just watched Xiaolin fall towards him, but he had no way to help her.
At the critical moment, Lien strode forward and caught Xiaolin's thin body with his strong shoulders.
At that moment, Jerry clearly saw what Leng Ling looked like now.
He was disheveled, with flushed cheeks and moist eyes, as well as the clothes covering his body, the black military uniform belonging to Lien.
His light gray eyes narrowed sternly, and within half a second, he walked to Xiao Lin with a normal expression, supported her, and said, "Your Highness Lin, are you okay?"
Xiaolin just regained consciousness. She shook her head in confusion, "It's okay, Mr. Lean, thank you."
Jerry bowed respectfully, "Your Highness, I'm sending Your Highness Lin back."
"Well," Leng Ling calmed down and nodded lightly, "Xiaolin, you go back first."
"Good night, brother."
Jerry helped Xiaolin leave the bedroom and helped Leng Ling close the door. His handsome face looked incomprehensible under the hazy moonlight outside the window.
In the cold bedroom, the light was dim. Leng Ling got up from his seat, arranged his clothes, and gave Lien an order to expel him, "Get out."
Li En stared at Leng Ling, and saw that the other party pursed his lips, and there was uncontrollable anger in his deep lake-like eyes. There was a hint of playfulness in his mocking voice, "Is it because they saw you and you are scared?"
Leng Ling glared at Li En angrily, raised his hand and threw it at Li En's face.
The raised hand was grabbed by someone. Lien held the slender but powerful arm with one hand and added, "Don't worry, they can't see you with my clothes covering you."
Wrinkling his eyebrows, Leng Ling tried hard to withdraw his hand, but was held tighter by the other party.
He had a cold handsome face and a cold voice, "Say it again, get out."
Li En stared at the other person silently, his handsome face was a little pale, and his slightly messy hair was scattered on his forehead.
I don't know if it's because of anger or shame, but the cheeks are showing a strange red color, and the cyan blood vessels hidden underneath are faintly visible. Not only does it not destroy the owner's beauty, but it gives a somewhat ascetic beauty.
The skin in the palm of his hand carried the other person's low body temperature. He touched the delicate palm greedily. The silky feeling was like a feather, teasing the tip of his heart, and the fire deep inside his body showed signs of emerging again.
"Ling, you are so beautiful like this."
Sensing something was wrong with the man, Leng Ling frowned and said, "Let go."
Li En let out a displeased "tsk", he let go of his hand, and when Leng Ling relaxed, he leaned over and pecked the corner of the other person's mouth quickly, and then licked his lips with lingering interest, "Your taste is always so sweet.
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Leng Ling tilted his head, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and his voice was obviously lacking in confidence, "Get out."
Li En shrugged, turned and walked towards the door, then stopped and said, "I'll let you go today, but next time, I will ask for it back with today's share."
Leng Ling's body stiffened slightly. He raised his eyes and looked at the man. All that was left to him was the sound of the door closing and the sound of footsteps coming one after another.
Lean is gone.
Leng Ling stood upright in the bedroom, all the strength in his body was almost drained, and he would fall down as soon as he closed his eyes.
He supported his body and twisted around numbly. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the coat thrown on the back of the chair, and his dark pupils had a slight light.
Slowly walking forward, reaching out to pick up his coat, smelling the manly scent emanating from it, Leng Ling sat on the seat and wrapped it in his arms little by little.
The handsome face, with a touch of melancholy, is like the night outside the window, quietly dimming.
