Would You Like to Have a Drink

The rain outside was pitter-pattering.

This rain was both fast and urgent, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder. The Ghost Valley had no servants, and there were no lampshades on the candlesticks in the main hall. As a result, after the candle flames were extinguished, the entire hall was swaying in the wind and rain, pitch black. The curtains hanging on both sides were rustling as they were blown by the gale.

The torrential rain washed over the jade-green roof tiles, making a sound like pearls scattering.

At the end of the eaves, the rain curtain connected into a sheet, blurring all the colors of the world.

Under the unique world inside the hall, there were overturned decorations and shattered fabrics everywhere.

The rainwater that blew in rolled from the first step to the last, winding into a puddle.

That cushion, which was said to have been left by the ascended ancestor, had long been kicked somewhere. Anyone who saw it would have to curse it as a waste.

Zong Luo coldly scolded, “Get out.”

Although Yu Beizhou seemed to do as he was told on the surface, anyone with a sharp mind would know that this person would definitely not be so obedient.

Sure enough, when he took out the Tai’A sword, he maliciously made a shallow turn at the place where he was about to leave, felt the unconscious tremor at the end of the gap, and then satisfactorily sheathed the sword.

The shoulder Yu Beizhou held shook, looking like the other wanted to turn back and give him a punch.

However, Zong Luo was both in pain and tired, and didn’t even want to lift his eyelids.

After a full hour of pleasure, the crown prince in white had been completely dragged into a big pot by Yu Beizhou and stewed, and his usually elegant and dust-free face was full of unnatural flush. Like a peach that had been carefully peeled by someone, it exuded a delicious ripe flavor.

After doing all this, the young man in red still laughed uncontrollably there.

His laughter was joyful and cheerful, like a feather duster ticking over jade porcelain, hoarse and deep.

In the end, he pretended to be surprised, as if he had just discovered it, and it was extremely hypocritical to hear. “Ah, how come Senior brother can’t hold back all of a sudden, it turns out to be this Junior brother’s fault.”

Zong Luo didn’t bother to answer him, just closed his eyes to recuperate and recover his strength.

This person is cuter when he doesn’t speak.

As soon as he speaks, people want to kill him.

Zong Luo hadn’t been this tired in a long time.

From body to heart, the thorough indulgence was the ultimate release. Afterwards, drowsiness and pain came together, extremely sticky, and particularly uncomfortable when placed on the body.

This was not his first time dealing with this thing.

Last time in the dark room, he was smeared everywhere, and when it was dawn, Zong Luo had to return to the Yuchun Palace to clean himself up. But after all, these two times had a full gap, the last time was just messing around outside, even through the clothes, it could make people feel too much and hot; this time, it was simply an immersive experience, real and hard nailed in, all bear.

Although it ended with separation, the rising and fermenting heat had not yet receded.

The flowing sweat had not decreased, but because of Yu Beizhou’s deliberate approach, more dark colors were blushed on the thick white fur. The spread white hair was winding and stacked together, like a displayed mural.

Bored, the latter began to play with this head of white hair.

He leaned over to sniff lightly, then buried it in the shoulder socket, increasingly tightening like swearing sovereignty, teasing and laughing in his ear. “Senior brother smells good.”

Zong Luo never thought he had any fragrance on his body, the spices were all dyed by the servants in the palace or the prince’s mansion. But Yu Beizhou could accurately distinguish the one that belonged to him from thousands of smells.

The rain was still falling, beating on the eaves. Finally, it gradually got a little smaller.

When he finally recovered some strength, Zong Luo staggered up.

He followed his memory, barefoot on the cold ground, enduring the pain of being split open, barely walked to the place where the candlestick was placed in the Ghost Valley Main Hall, fumbled out the fire fold, and re-lit a candle.

Leaving Ghost Valley for too long, Zong Luo almost forgot.

Ghost Valley was located within a maze, forcibly changing the position of the surrounding Eight Diagrams and Five Elements, causing the weather to be extremely strange. When it’s good, the sun would be shining, when it’s bad, it’s thunder and lightning, without any warning.

The rising flame dispelled the heavy darkness, and the light and shadow projected on and off.

The tall and slender figure stood in front of this cluster of flames, and with this candlelight, he lowered his head to find the still intact clothes on the cyan gold floor.

The golden red fire plated a layer of hazy warm light on his body.

Even with his back facing Yu Beizhou, Zong Luo could still feel that weight falling on his back, inch by inch, as if a venomous snake spitting its tongue, licking with a sticky gaze.

It was a big taboo for a martial artist to expose their empty door, let alone when there were flaws all over the body.

(t/n: Empty door 空门 “Kongmen”-a martial arts term. It refers to a place that cannot be defended)

The blood mixed with the undried mess flowed down the sword body and gathered next to the foot.

The unconscious twitching was still continuing, accompanied by the sound of rain outside, it was particularly pitiful.

This extremely gorgeous scene fell into the eyes of another person, and quickly gathered the dark ink color, vaguely brewing a terrifying storm.

Because the battle was too fierce, there were really no intact clothes on the ground.

Either it was crushed into powder, or it was torn apart, the largest piece was crumpled into a rag shape.

Even if there were only two living people in Ghost Valley now, Zong Luo definitely did  not have the hobby of running naked in front of the world. He looked around and found nothing, so he had to turn around and walk back, picked up the thick white fur cloak on the ground, and shook it in his hand with disgust.

“Senior brother, this look really makes this Junior brother unable to hold back.”

Yu Beizhou raised his head with a smile, without any avoidance.

Zong Luo glanced at him disdainfully, and after finding that this person was indeed full of energy again, he sneered twice and stepped on him.

If this were to be implemented, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Yu Beizhou was quick and agile, and fell to the ground accordingly.

The burning palm held tight, the fingertips grinding, leaving a kiss between the feet.

The scenery was close at hand.

The phoenix eyes full of desire stared at the gorgeous blood color, and the voice deliberately soaked in sticky temptation, “Let’s do it again, Senior brother.”

Again?

Zong Luo almost laughed in anger.