(BL)[MTL] The whole world fell in love with me after I became a master

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Chapter 41 Dreaming

    Ji Weiran smelled the bitter fragrance and the smell of medicine at the tip of his nose, and was in a daze for a moment, and his face turned red when he realized it.

    "Feng..."

    "Don't move." Feng Che stretched out his hand and easily carried him onto the bed.

    The tips of their noses were touching, Feng Che held them tightly in his arms, and held Ji Weiran's waist with his big hands.

    Ji Weiran was thin, with a small frame, and his waist was naturally thin. At this moment, Feng Che pressed him on the bed vigorously, and he couldn't even move at all.

    Ji Weiran's heart beat twice suddenly, and he looked into those silver-gray eyes.

    I don't know what Feng Che wants to do.

    The man's body was hot, and the hot palms rubbed back and forth through the cloth, and the thin calluses on the fingertips made a subtle sound, which was very clear in the quiet room.

    It makes people unconsciously think of a lot.

    Ji Weiran came back to his senses, seeing Feng Che's eyes getting darker and darker, he struggled subconsciously.

    "You, you let me get up." Ji Weiran pushed his hand and said.

    However, Feng Che didn't intend to let go at all, he let him punch and kick, and hugged the person in his arms a little tighter, looking at him steadfastly.

    "Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

    The hoarse voice contained a hint of anxiety, like a pleading, but it was extremely forceful, and it didn't mean to give him a second choice at all.

    Ji Weiran: "???"

    Did the dog man lose his mind after being ill?

    Ji Weiran couldn't help but panting heavily, looking at him vigilantly.

    Feng Che's lips were a little pale, so he couldn't see much difference. His eyes were like sharp eagles. Ji Weiran felt like a prey being stared at by wild beasts. The sight that fell on him seemed to tear him apart. Same.

    Feng Che moved his body and pulled the man into his arms again, the distance between the two became closer and closer.

    Until the tips of the noses were stuck together, hot breath and rapid breathing intermingled with each other.

    Ji Weiran immediately turned his head to the side, and his hair lightly brushed the corner of Feng Che's mouth.

    "You're sick, I don't have the same knowledge as you, you, you let me go quickly." Ji Weiran said with a straight face and a nervous voice.

    Although he didn't know what Feng Che was thinking, but this posture, this bad situation, no matter how you looked at it, it looked like something bad was going to happen.

    After Ji Weiran finished speaking, he quickly pushed his chest again.

    However, Feng Che's chest was like an iron wall, and his tight muscles were hidden under the fabric, which felt very good to the touch. Ji Weiran quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded.

    Can't help but curse in a low voice.

    Feng Che fixedly looked at the young man in front of him with deep eyes.