Vol 2 Chapter 195: When the indifferent male lead is broken (7)

Qi Yan never felt that Xi Zhao was such a setting. After all, in Qi Yan's words, Xi Zhao was... stuffy horse fleas.
Oh no no, it seems that stuffy horse fleas is no longer.
The trousers were taken off, Qi Yan's cheeks flushed, and he hid deep into the bed, but he was pulled back by the ankle.
"Hey, Xi Zhao you--" Qi Yan's tears swirled in his eyes, and his jade-like skin was touched by Xi Zhao, and his little brother was gradually raising his head.
"You're about to let me go, I, I'm going to react..." Qi Yan's voice choked with soothing sound, and the clear voice was particularly sweet, making people listen to the urge to bully him.
Xi Zhao's eyes dimmed, ignoring Qi Yan, holding Qi Yan's two arms in one hand, and stroking his little brother who raised his head slightly in one hand, gently rubbing and wiping.
"Um..." Qi Yan's eyes were full of tears: "You, you a man..."
Xi Zhao said nothing, as if she was deaf and mute, and she was doing blushing things without changing her face.
Gradually, Qi Yan was no longer so inconsistent, because a tide of enthusiasm hit the whole body, which was extremely comfortable. Every skin is pressed, you can feel the unprecedented feeling. After sweating drastically, Qi Yan looked at Xi Zhao's deserted look with cold eyes and red cheeks, forming a clear contrast between the two.
After a moment, Qi Yan's soft voice sounded with a touch of softness, slowly: "Further, faster, coming..."
Xi Zhao raised his eyebrows darkly, and his pale and cold eyes fell on Qi Yan's face captive by Gu Qianwang, and the speed of his hand accelerated.
Qi Yan's appearance is handsome, but enchanting. The red gauze shirt was wide open, exposing the body and privacy inside; the red fruit stood upright in the air, with a charming appearance and a slightly squinting look.
"Ah--" Finally, in a scream, a little white liquid was scattered on Xi Zhao's hand and Qi Yan's belly.
It seems to be sitting in a light boat floating on the sea, slowly and swaying. Breathing softly, Qi Yan looked at the carved wooden bed beams in tears, and was immersed in the high dynasty for a long time.
Xi Zhao wiped his hand with a handkerchief, and then sat beside the bed, quietly watching Qi Yan lying on the bed and gasping.
After a moment, he spoke lightly: "But is it alright?"
Qi Yan gave him a squinted look, snorted, and ignored him.
Since practicing the magic technique, his self-control ability is not very poor, it is impossible to react because Xi Zhao touched twice... Obviously, in addition to being given a medicine for physical weakness, he was also given some Describe the drug.
Xi Zhao's sentence, "The tea in Xingchunlou can't be drunk", should just tell him: You have been prescribed medicine.
Afterwards, Qi Yan stared at the bed beam, and for a long time he said awkwardly: "Thank you this time."
When the words fell, he was suddenly hoodwinked in front of him. Before Qi Yan had time to say anything, he felt that he was wrapped in a quilt and hugged,
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Back to the House." Xi Zhao had been fed up with the diffuse smell in this Xingchun Tower: "You might still want to stay here."
"You..." Qi Yan blushed inside: "You send me back to the Demon Church, I won't go home with you!"
It’s a shame to be taken back to the house as soon as I’ve done that, and will it be treated as too much...
But what a ridiculous scene for a martial arts leader to send a magical guardian to the magician! Xi Zhao did not speak, ignored Qi Yan's words, hugged people directly, and returned to the Wulin League under the watch of everyone.
I heard that Caihe was redeemed by a man who had always admired her. Although he was not a wife in the main room, but because he was a virgin, and the man's love for her, he became the most favored in the side room. lady.
After being taken back to his compartment by Xi Zhao, Qi Yan lay on the bed and saw that there was no sound for a long time before opening the corner of the quilt and looking outside.
Directly facing the outer room of the bed is a desk. At this moment Xi Zhao was sitting behind the desk, writing something on the rice paper.
Qi Yan wanted to arch out the quilt, but he was so shaggy that he didn't even have a pair of trousers and had to shrink back.
"What are you writing? Is the Flying Pigeon Book for my brother to pick me up?"
"Fei Ye." Xi Zhao raised his eyes and saw the man curled up in the quilt, revealing a small head, his hair slightly chaotic, and his thin lips lightly looking at himself in this direction, a bit like a little mouse for food.
Xi Zhao denied, Qi Yan was anxious: "Aren't you asking my brother to pick me up?"
"How can I be a lord of all the people in the Demon Church?" Xi Zhao's voice is extremely soft, and he writes ink, writes and continues to write on the paper.
Qi Yan thought for a while and said, "You find me clothes, I will come by myself."
"No clothes." Xi Zhao answered without looking up.
Qi Yan finally realized that Xi Zhao was simply too lazy to control himself! Don’t want the demon to come to him!
what's going on? Could it be said that the good feelings are now full and can be imprisoned for play?
After careful consideration for a while, Qi Yan felt that this should be impossible, only that Xi Zhao had other purposes. Maybe not at all because of yourself, but for something else and incidentally...
Thinking of this, Qi Yan began to be anxious: "Hurry up and find me a clothes! Can I give you money?"
Xi Zhaoliang said: "If you have money, you won't be here."
"I, am I not overshadowed by the old bustard in the Xingchunlou!" Qi Yan was aggrieved: "You will be blamed for keeping me in this way. It is not a good thing for you and me!"
"I do not mind."
"you……"
You don't care, I do!
Shrinking in the quilt, Qi Yan became more and more angry, but could not vent. Physically and softly, active is active, but walking is a bit laborious, let alone expecting him to rise up and fight with Xi Zhao for hundreds of rounds.
Thinking about it, Qi Yan fell asleep, sleeping peacefully in this small bed.
Here, Xi Zhao finished writing the letter and raised his head. He saw Qi Yan revealing the pleasant smell of his small head sleeping. A little sweat was coming out of his head. The corner of his mouth inadvertently evoked a trace of arc and was very quiet.
At this time, he is much more lovely than when he opened his teeth and danced his claws.
Staring at his peaceful sleeping face, Xi Zhao narrowed his eyes and picked up the letter he had just written. After reading it for a long while, he slowly put it into the prepared envelope.
Maybe the magic church is not as unbearable as he imagined, but the magic church is the magic church.
The envelope twisted well, Xi Zhao said coldly: "Chuan Yu and Mr. Fu."
Suddenly, a figure emerged from nowhere, took the envelope respectfully, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
As if nothing had happened. Xi Zhao once again wrote a large letter on the rice paper
-Static.