Zong Luo had been trying to hide the abnormalities on his body, not noticing that the seemingly exhausted Yu Beizhou still had the strength to jump up. As a result, he was caught off guard and pulled to the cold ground, rolling several times before stopping.
In the completely dark room, their vision was obstructed, and every move had to be made in the dark.
Their heights were similar, with Yu Beizhou only taller than Zong Luo by the height of a shoe pad. So when the two of them rolled on the ground, their bodies inevitably came into contact, causing a painful friction.
The more this happened, the clearer the bodies rolling on the ground became. As long as there was the slightest abnormality on the other’s body, it could be quickly detected.
Yu Beizhou loved the tense look of his senior brother, as if he was facing a great enemy. It was as if he had torn apart the cold and disgusted expression he usually showed in front of him, and suddenly gave rise to a desire to torment.
His tone was teasing, full of blush-inducing desires, “Since Senior brother is also feeling it, why not let this Junior brother help you solve your problem?”
Zong Luo was startled and retorted angrily. “I don’t!”
He wouldn’t be unclear about his own bodily reactions.
Even if Zong Luo was very into this type of crazy beautiful man, when Yu Beizhou was a paper man, he was designed according to his XP. But after all, second and third dimensional characters were different. After transmigrating inside the book, his confrontations with Yu Beizhou were obvious. Fighting was all aimed at that beautiful face, absolutely without any exaggeration, let alone showing any mercy.
Last time in the dark room, although Zong Luo lost control, he definitely didn’t react physically, and this time was the same.
He is not a perverted masochist like Yu Beizhou, how could he get an erection just by beating the other party!!! He is not a sadist!!
This is a blatant slander!
Zong Luo was so angry that he couldn’t find a place to vent.
Before coming, Zong Luo had repeatedly warned himself not to get angry.
He came to find Yu Beizhou for confirmation and to ask about the truth of his previous life.
In any case, the previous dream left too deep an impression on him. So before coming, Zong Luo prepared himself mentally. No matter how Yu Beizhou deliberately provoked him, he couldn’t fight.
But every time he spoke more than three sentences, Zong Luo found it hard to control his urge to hang Yu Beizhou up and beat him.
Yu Beizhou might really have been born to be his nemesis.
“But Senior brother clearly is feeling it.”
The laughter in his ear became lower and lower, like a man-eating beast, full of romantic thoughts.
“You’re talking nonsense!”
Zong Luo was so angry that he blurted out a swear word.
Who was the one who reacted twice in the end, but in the end, he turned the tables and really had some nerve.
He didn’t want to talk nonsense with Yu Beizhou anymore and just wanted to quickly break free from this awkward position. He said in a deep voice, “You still haven’t answered me, what exactly happened in the previous life?”
Yu Beizhou’s chest was heaving, and a muffled laugh escaped from deep in his throat.
He leaned in close to Zong Luo’s ear, his hand that had pulled him in tightened, like a hunter clutching his prey, deeply inhaling the fascinating scent from his hair, “Oh? Really? But Senior brother clearly…”
At the same time, the person in the dark deliberately moved closer, clutching his fingertips and pulling him into his arms, as if he wanted to squeeze deeper into that beautifully shaped muscle, causing a painful resistance.
The once listed among the top ten famous swords, Tai’A, was about to be sheathed.
“What are you doing!”
Zong Luo was scalded, the Qixing Longyuan in his hand slipped out, more violent than a carp flipping over, “Get away!”
This insignificant resistance was forcefully suppressed again.
He almost forgot, although Yu Beizhou didn’t fight back, his internal strength was chaotic when he was sick, and his combat power increased geometrically.
So now Zong Luo could only be pinned to the ground by Yu Beizhou, repeating the history of the last time.
That dangerous aura full of aggression still tightly surrounded him, his fingers slowly clasped in his ear, breathing like walking on a tightrope overflowing with danger, not allowing a bit of escape, about to pull him into the bottomless abyss.
Yu Beizhou skillfully hooked his lower jaw on the shoulder of the Third Prince, sighing deeply.
However, as everyone knew, men couldn’t resist being teased. Moreover, Yu Beizhou did it on purpose, with both words and actions, leading him on, his heart was condemnable.
So Zong Luo could only despairingly feel his body gradually starting to lose control.
If he said he was only a little moved before, it definitely hadn’t reached this level, but now he was being provoked by Yu Beizhou.
If it weren’t for the darkness in the room now, Yu Beizhou would be able to enjoy the sight of his senior brother’s face and ears covered in a layer of light red.
But just like this, it made Yu Beizhou savor the taste, his interest surging.
The two of them fell together, in the most tense posture, just every time they looked at each other in the dark, the faint flow of breath, every breath exhaled, made Zong Luo’s heart tremble, unconsciously collapsing under the interlaced breath, the atmosphere gradually heating up.
His laughter grew deeper, the end of his words seemed to carry a hook, “It’s all like this, Senior brother, do you still want to deny it?”
Zong Luo: “……”
Zong Luo: “I don’t!”
He stubbornly refused to admit it, kicked Yu Beizhou, who was still trying to make trouble, away, reluctantly stood up from the ground, and lit a new fire fold.
His anger was forcefully ignited. And the culprit? He had the nerve to ask him here?! No matter how perverted, it can’t be more perverted than the instigator!!
This is a physiological phenomenon that every normal man will have!
“Okay, okay, if Senior brother says he doesn’t, then he doesn’t.”
Yu Beizhou’s tone was playful, “But Senior brother, this poor Junior brother can’t stand it anymore.”
In sync with his movements, Zong Luo’s hand that was striking the fire fold trembled, and he actually heard some doting from Yu Beizhou’s mouth.
“Swipe——”
The firelight reignited, casting flickering shadows in the room.
Yu Beizhou lay on the ground with his head tilted back, his black hair spread out on the cold stone surface like satin, the blood traces at the corners of his lips had not yet dried, and they contrasted interestingly with the red clothes on his body that seemed to blend with the firelight.
That face, meticulously crafted from the original text, was full of bewitching charm, enough to make one’s head rush with just one more glance.
To be fair, after transmigrating, Zong Luo’s face was five or six points similar to his previous life, as if it had been beautified with a soft light filter, anyone who saw it would have to praise it as a peerless jade young master, extremely good-looking.
But Yu Beizhou’s face had long blurred gender, reaching beyond imagination, even any exquisite modern modeling could not restore it.
