[MTL, BL] Run With The Ball in an Escape Game (Unlimited Streaming)

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Ying Mutian suddenly found himself standing blankly under a scarlet sky, raised his head, the clouds on the horizon were as red as blood, which was unreasonable.

It was daytime and the sun was hanging high, but the stars could be seen in the sky. They were unbelievably bright, but Twilight knew that it was the stars dying.

"I won't let you go for such a despicable thing."

A familiar voice came, Ying Mutian immediately raised his head and looked at the voice, trying to see the owner of the voice. But the dazzling sunlight made him almost unable to open his eyes, and he could only vaguely see a figure standing in the air, which almost made his heart skip a beat when he saw it.

"We are just fighting for a chance to survive for ourselves. Why do you survive but we have to perish. If you have experienced the feeling of perishing, it is impossible to stand here pretending to be!"

Another voice sounded, Ying Mutian knew, He is one of his enemies, a sanctimonious, sinister and selfish villain.

"Everything will perish, and I will face this day sooner or later. I will not be like you."

The voice of the figure in the sky fell, turning into a white light and rushing straight to the middle of the red cloud.

Ying Mutian's heart skipped a beat, and his body had already reacted first and quickly chased after him.

"Don't go there! Come back!"

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"What are you thinking? Your face is so ugly."

Jing Huan finished drinking the watermelon juice and waited for a while I have never seen Ying Mutian slow down. The man seemed to be demented, holding his head and staring blankly ahead.

He couldn't help but ask, and as soon as he finished speaking, Ying Mutian was shocked, turned his head to see clearly that it was him, and suddenly opened his arms to wrap his arms around him.

The faint agarwood smell came, a familiar and reassuring smell. Jing Huan has always liked clean and fragrant things.

Ying Mutian has always been in his favor, he will take care of himself cleanly, and use agarwood to cover up the bloody smell that he often has on his body.

I don't know how long it's been since I smelled it, but Ying Mutian, who had lost his memory, seemed to have forgotten about it, leaving only a very aggressive Yin Qi.

Jing Huan forgot to break free for a while, until he was hugged a little out of breath.

"It's too tight... let go." He reached out and patted Ying Mutian's arm.

"That's great, I found you." Ying Mutian's voice was dull, his tone was no longer as strong and calm as usual, and it was as weak as a murmur.

Jing Huan secretly took a breath, he couldn't be tough with this kind of Ying Mutian. And it looks like this is remembering something very important.

Jing Huan raised his hand and stroked Ying Mutian's back. He touched it twice and said, "It's okay, am I not here?" The

two stood in the living room and hugged quietly for a while.

After half a minute, Jing Huan let go of his hand, looked at Ying Mutian who was still holding him, and asked lightly, "Is it cheap enough?"

Don't think he didn't know, at first, this person was indeed in a negative mood, but he only used He recovered in a few seconds. As soon as he regained his senses, he was very pleasantly surprised to discover his state, and of course he began to take advantage of him.

"Huanhuan, you are really kind, the best in the world, beautiful and gentle." Ying Mutian blinked affectionately, and at the same time did not forget to move his hand down and put it on Jing Huan's waist.

It's really good. This waist is definitely the thinner one among men's figures. If it is not pregnant, I am afraid that it can be easily wrapped with one hand. However, thin but powerful, there is no doubt that flexibility is also excellent.

I really want to experience it...

Jing Huan glanced at his expression and knew what he was thinking, raised his hand to pull his hand away, and took two steps back ruthlessly.

Ignoring Ying Mutian's seemingly injured dog's expression, he asked, "What did you think of? Tell me?"

"Some not so good memories...Huanhuan..."

"I probably know, the past is a thing, right?"

"Yes, those are all true, right, those...damn things." Ying Mutian His voice was subdued, full of suppressed anger, his fingers clenched into fists and almost squeezed into the flesh.

Jing Huan looked at the red in his pupils, put down the cup, sat down, and said calmly, "I'm hungry."

Huan Huan didn't want or was too lazy to mention the past, and Ying Mutian immediately realized it.

The hostility in him suddenly disappeared, and he put on a gentle and considerate smile, changing his face faster than a Sichuan opera actor.

"Huanhuan, what do you want to eat? Western food? Chinese food?" Ying Mutian snapped his fingers, and two tables appeared, filled with food.

Jing Huan was in a rare good mood, and recalled: "In the past, you despised western food. Once I invited you to a western restaurant, and you almost destroyed the restaurant."

Ying Mutian stared at Jing Huan, who couldn't move his eyes and was caught in memory. It's very good-looking, probably thinking of some interesting scene, and he showed a heart-warming smile.

"Unfortunately, you can't remember it now." Jing Huan stopped smiling, took a plate of steak casually, and cut it gracefully with a knife and fork.

As soon as Ying Mutian was greeted with a sweet smile, he immediately began to make sour water.

Indeed, he couldn't remember anything Jing Huan said. What happened before that made Huan Huan smile so happily? Wondering, even a little jealous.

Ying Mutian madly eats his own vinegar in his heart, and at the same time sits on the other side of Jing Huan with another plate of steak.

The red wine bottle on the table floated up and automatically poured two glasses of wine.

Ying Mutian asked, "Do you want to drink some? Or change the juice?"

Jing Huan looked at the red wine and hesitated for a while, but still took a sip.

Absolutely the best red wine, with a touch of bitterness mixed with the aroma of the wine that fills the mouth, and then goes straight to the top of the head.

...

a bit of a misstep.

He forked the beef and took two bites, then got up and walked to his room.

"If you don't eat, I'm going to rest for a while."

"Huh? Why don't you eat? Eat a little more, you need more nutrition."

Jing Huan heard the footsteps behind, and decided to speed up and entered the master bedroom , then pushed back with his hand, closed the door resolutely and locked it.

Ying Mutian's voice of grievance immediately came across the door: "Huanhuan, did I do something wrong? Don't lock the door, I won't do anything, huh."

Such a freshman ghost king, he is still coquettish.

Jing Huan silently rubbed the corners of his brows, without even changing his pajamas, he plunged into the quilt.

Ying Mutian knocked on the door outside for a while but got no response, and prepared to go back to the living room in despair.

When he took the first step, he suddenly stopped.

No, Huanhuan's reaction is a bit unusual, could it be...

Ying Mutian immediately turned his head and raised his index finger at the keyhole, the door lock made a soft click, and the door opened.

He immediately leaned over to the crack of the door to observe, and found that Jing Huan was already lying down, and he could only see the outline of a human figure bulging on the bed.

Absolutely wrong!

He went straight to the bed without a sound, and gently dug out Jing Huan, whose face was blushing in a daze, under the soft quilt.

Smelling the smell of wine in the air, Ying Mutian was completely sure that Huanhuan was drunk! And very drunk.

He really completely forgot, did Huanhuan pour a cup?

Now that the man is drunk, what should he do? According to the development in countless TV dramas and novels, if you don't do something at this time, you are simply not a man.

Winning Twilight lowered his eyes.

Jing Huan only showed a small half of his face outside, and he slept very sweetly, his eyelashes twitching occasionally. The oppressed mouth opened slightly by a small slit. Possibly because of the alcohol, the pale lips were dyed red and looked terribly alluring.

When it's over, there's a reaction, it's going to die, it's going to die.

Ying Mutian stood beside the bed with his fists clenched, he really didn't dare to take advantage of others' danger, Jing Huan would definitely kill him if he woke up.

Having spent almost all his self-control, he tucked the quilt, and the moment he turned around, he felt that his whole body was shining with the light of righteousness.

However, Jing Huan woke up.

"Where are you going? Aren't you going to do it today?"

Ying Mutian heard a "bang" in his head, and when he turned his head, he saw Jing Huan leaning on the head of the bed and looking at him, so tempting.

"Come on, be gentle." Jing Huan lifted the quilt in half.

Ying Mutian had never imagined that Jing Huan, who normally treats his desires, would be so free-spirited. Completely different from his usual cold personality.

Now, who can bear this, even if it is hell, he will go to hell!

Ying Mutian walked back to the bed again, and as soon as he got close, Jing Huan's white jade-like arm hooked the back of his head along his neck. Ying Mutian felt that his body was also very familiar with this, so he was hugged and leaned down, approaching the lips that came up to him.

Soft, warm, with the mellow aroma of red wine, and a wonderful and comfortable feeling when creatures mingle with each other.

Ying Mutian immediately had no time to be distracted, and he excitedly deepened the sticky kiss.

Then, it was a delicious feast.

Ying Mutian stroked the silky skin, carefully avoiding the slightly bulging belly, suppressing the animal impulse and moving cautiously.

Jing Huan took off all the shells and showed the softest place to the person he knew best.

Their bodies were already extremely familiar with each other, and this fit brought the ultimate enjoyment.

It wasn't until the needles on the wall of the living room had made more than half a circle that Ying Mu did not fall asleep with his tired lover in his arms.

As for plots and enemies, fuck it, there's nothing more important than nurturing feelings right now.

The author has something to say: woohoo, I'm coming back! Sorry to keep everyone waiting so long.

Then I haven't written it for a long time. I'm a little unhappy, let me slow down, the recent update may not be stable orz