BL | Every Time The Character Is Set To Be The Villain [Quick Wear]

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Sang Jiuchi grabbed Yu Guang's hand and slowly rubbed it along the lines of the opponent's fingertips.

No wonder he saw that his five fingers were rougher than other planes in the past, and he thought he was holding a motorcycle.

The slender white fingers moved slowly on the rough fingers with distinct joints, and the rounded fingertips slid down from Yu Guang's finger pulp until they stopped at the finger groove.

The five slender fingers slowly passed through the rough fingers, and finally interlocked with the fingers of the hand.

The sea breeze blew Sang Jiuchi's hair, and he glanced lazily from the corner of his eye, "Huh? Then, what is the second purpose?"

The soft finger pads clasped on the back of the hand, I don't know if it was intentional or not, and the fingertips gently rubbed back and forth on the back of the hand.

Yu Guang was in a trance for a moment, his face flushed slightly, and he stammered, "That's right, I just want to play an immersive role."

Sun God suddenly had some incomprehensible grievances.

Sang Jiuchi has been in the plane world for so long, but the people who fall in love with him are all his own soul fragments.

When it was his turn to be the master, he had already become an old husband and wife.

He seems to have experienced everything, but it seems that he has experienced nothing.

After suffering for a long time, he gritted his teeth, and after Sang Jiuchi entered the plane, he also entered this plane, but he entered this plane a year ago.

He made all the preparations in advance, spent a year buying the land, built the villa, and worked hard to plant these romantic roses. His surprise.

As a result, Sang Jiuchi, in order to maintain the loyalty of love, did not attack "the fragments of his own soul"? !

Is this appropriate?

Is this reasonable?

Does this sound like a word?

He was eagerly waiting for a love affair with Sang Jiuchi, but it was Sang Jiuchi who was waiting for his love?

He didn't know whether to be happy or unhappy.

Sang Jiuchi didn't come to find him, so he simply kicked the accelerator and took the initiative to find Sang Jiuchi.

Hearing his lover's aggrieved tone, Sang Jiuchi reassured him, "You think too much. Actually, when I first met you in the first world, I didn't have any affection."

"It was just instinctive back then, wasn't it?"

Sun God frowned, "No."

Sang Jiuchi looked up suspiciously: "What?"

"I don't tend to be instinctive." The other hand of the lover grabbed the back of Sang Jiuchi's free hand and pressed it to his chest.

The tight and warm touch was transmitted to Sang Jiuchi's palm through the thin thread, and Sang Jiuchi suddenly felt that the palm of his hand was hot, as if a flame was burning.

Just when he was in a trance, his lover's slightly hoarse voice sounded in his ears, "The first one I never told you, he fell in love with you at first sight, but your whim was not what he asked for."

The wind blew up the scattered blue rose petals, and also blew the ripples in Sang Jiuchi's heart.

The petals blew across Sang Jiuchi's cheeks and landed on the backs of their hands.