The Clingy Spirit Of The Blackened Male Partner [BL/QT/edited MTL]

The Little Prince Is So Milky 19-20-21

But when he leaned against the familiar chest, he could feel a hint of coolness. Luo Ning opened his eyes in confusion, vaguely aware of the peace of mind. He moved forward eagerly, rubbing against Pei Ling's body, trying to get that bit of coolness, like a coquettish little animal, the whole body is weak.

He rubbed against Pei Ling's neck unsatisfiedly, his lips brushed against each other unintentionally, his breath was warm and intertwined, and the air seemed to have formed a thread, connecting them densely.

Pei Ling felt the soft touch, as if his lips were covered with honey. He took a deep breath, hugged him tightly, and placed him carefully on the bed.

Just as he was about to go find the imperial doctor, Luo Ning was lying on the bed but he was dishonest. His face looked like a bruised crabapple. He was so beautiful. He pulled Pei Ling's sleeves tightly with his fingers and wanted to continue to lean against Pei Ling. He groaned uncomfortably. Just leaning on him like this wasn't enough, but he still longed for something, and his vague consciousness couldn't figure it out.

He can only instinctively want to get closer to Pei Ling.

His sweetheart kept tempting him, tearing his clothes in his hands, and looking at him with dependence. It would be impossible for Pei Ling to have no idea. His breathing almost stopped. His eyes were as dark as a deep pool, and the thick black ink seemed to threaten Luo Ning. The whole person was swept in.

Luo Ning sobbed softly. He didn't understand why the person in front of him still didn't move. His heart felt like ants gnawing at him. He could only hum and huddle in Pei Ling's arms.

Pei Ling's fingertips touched Luo Ning's face, and the suppressed things in his heart burst out. Just like what he had imagined thousands of times in his mind, he held Luo Ning's face, nervously leaned down, and kissed him gently. The kiss fell on Luo Ning's lips.

After tasting the sweetness, he bit it bit by bit, and the emotions in his eyes were no longer concealed, they were full of possession.

His long hair was intertwined with Luo Ning's, and his fingers clasped Luo Ning's fingertips, kneading them again and again, and rubbing their lips together.

The light-colored gauze fluttered slightly, reflecting overlapping shadows.

Seeing the lips as red as blood, Pei Ling stood up without hesitation and kissed the tip of Luo Ning's nose reassuringly.

After tidying up his clothes and going outside to ask the doctor, he could barely suppress the desire in his heart. The young man on the bed had a fatal temptation for him. It was undoubtedly a challenge for him to give up like this.

But his Highness is still young, and it is not appropriate to be lingering too early.

Pei Ling breathed calmly with difficulty, wetted the handkerchief, and wiped it over and over Luo Ning's body. When he saw the snow-white and moist skin, his eyes moved unnaturally as if they were burned.

As if he was infected, his body began to heat up, and there was a sweet ambiguity in the air.

Luo Ning was still struggling unsatisfactorily, being controlled by Pei Ling, and he couldn't help crying out in pain.

Pei Ling coaxed in distress, and the imperial doctor finally came. After giving Luo Ning a few injections and a bowl of medicine, Luo Ning felt cool and fell asleep tiredly.

Pei Ling wiped off Luo Ning's cold sweat. After all the hard work, the night was already dark, so he rested on the couch next to him.

Luo Ning woke up and rubbed his eyes and frowned. His head hurt a little and his body was very tired. He turned over lazily, saw the bed tent above his head, and sat up suddenly.