Would You Like to Have a Drink

Zong Luo wanted to retreat, but it felt like he was stuck in place.

 

The man covered in blood barely raised his hand, just like last time, clutching the slender ankle of the Third Prince, leaving a hot bloodstain.

 

His voice was hoarse, full of bewitchment, like a siren in myth and legend tempting people to jump off the ship.

 

“Senior brother, is it okay to touch it?”

 

Yu Beizhou gasped lowly. “Touch it, and I’ll tell Senior brother what happened in the previous life.”

 

Zong Luo hung his sword back on his waist, blushing and coldly scolded, not knowing whether it was because of the heat or anger. “You’re dreaming!”

 

He didn’t care about the discomfort caused by Yu Beizhou’s squeezing and rubbing, he put away his sword and wanted to leave.

 

If he stayed any longer, two dangerous elements who were prone to sparks and fire, who knew what would happen.

 

Fortunately, Zong Luo was not like Yu Beizhou who was in the middle of a disease. He was embarrassed, but not to the point of losing his self-consciousness.

 

“Senior brother is clearly feeling it too.”

 

“So eager to leave, it seems that it’s still not this Junior brother, who couldn’t properly fill Senior brother.”

 

The usually invincible strategy of provocation couldn’t make Zong Luo’s lifted footsteps stop for a moment.

 

In fact, once he was free from Yu Beizhou’s shackles, he felt as if the sky was falling and the earth was spinning, his footsteps were floating, and he left here like he was fleeing.

 

It was only after the dark room quieted down again that Yu Beizhou lay on the ground, stroking the corner of his lips, and sighed deeply.

 

After the last time Zong Luo turned around and left without mercy, he was not tormented by madness, but rather tormented by another kind of desire all night.

 

Now it’s happening again, this more urgent desire was coming fiercely, spreading all over the body like a toxin, almost to the point of driving people mad.

 

This kind of thirst came from the dual torment of the mind and body, and was harder to bear than any other time.

 

Just like Yu Beizhou, he had never thought that he would have desires for an enemy who he hated to the bone, always confronted, and wished to kill with his own hands.

 

But it was undeniable that since the previous life, the collapse of the void, the collapse of something that nothing could fill, was satisfied in this almost pathological entanglement.

 

It’s just this person.

 

The source of his pain, his demon, his unattainable bones of many lives.

 

Yu Beizhou laughed softly, the laughter echoing in the room.

 

Never mind, Yu Beizhou never considered these things.

 

Since you have developed demonic thoughts, then try your best to go up. If the desire is difficult to satisfy, then do it until it is filled.

 

He only cares about worldly pleasure.

 

“What method should I use to deceive Senior brother next time?” Yu Beizhou muttered to himself, somewhat troubled.

 

On the other side, Zong Luo, who had barely left the dark room, slipped several times and almost rolled off the tiles of the house.

 

He didn’t stay in the King of Beining Mansion for a moment, and flew back to the palace as if he were flying.

 

Apart from cutting his throat in his previous life, Zong Luo had never been so embarrassed.

 

Silver boots stepped on the thin snow, and when they landed, they inadvertently made a little noise.

 

Fortunately, it was already late at night, and the imperial guards who had just stood here were just changing shifts. The two sides talked in low voices for a few sentences, and the conversation covered the noise Zong Luo accidentally made.

 

Zong Luo leaned against the wall with his back, stood for a while, and left after confirming that there was no mistake.

 

When he climbed into his own sleeping chamber, he threw the night clothes on his body at will, destroying the corpse and erasing the traces.

 

However, the place that should be erect was still erect.

 

Zong Luo: “……”

 

He was holding his forehead.

 

If it were normal, he would definitely solve it himself.

 

But thinking of Yu Beizhou’s provocation at that time, saying that since he didn’t feel anything, why not touch him, Zong Luo didn’t want to lower his head no matter what.

 

The little servant guarding outside heard the order. “Go and prepare a pool of cold water.”

 

Although they were puzzled, they still obeyed.

 

When a pool of cold water was ready, Zong Luo, who was wearing a big cloak, sneaked over, dismissed all the servants, gritted his teeth, and plunged into the water.

 

As soon as he entered the water, he shivered.

 

Soaking in cold water in winter, and it was still snowing outside, this sour and refreshing feeling naturally went without saying.

 

Visibly, about ten minutes later, what should have subsided had almost subsided, and Zong Luo shivered and put on his clothes, drank a bowl of ginger tea, and lay back on the bed.

 

When he got back to bed, Zong Luo had room to think about his abnormality today.

 

He was desperate for his body’s uncontrollable arousal, but he couldn’t help but think back——

 

Before transmigrating inside the book, Yu Beizhou was his favorite paper man.

 

He used to be.

 

Maybe he still was. It had nothing to do with love, it’s just that his XP had never changed.