Flowers of high mountains, don't fall from the altar! (quick wear)

Chapter 51

Meng Qilou couldn't stand the smell in his ears, so he shrank and said, "I was really wrong."

"I haven't said anything yet, what are you afraid of?"

"You don't say it, but you can do it." Meng Qilou bit his lip, "I take it seriously..."

He was embarrassed to continue talking, he really had no face.

Thinking back to the past few times, he was so aroused that he couldn't stop, begging the person to move, but the person just stopped and looked at his obsessed look.

The confusion and infatuation during that period made him feel ashamed every time afterward.

What is going on? Obviously...he always looks cold in front of outsiders.

Mu Cheng saw that his face was red again and his eyes were smiling. It was a blessing to have such a cool and calm person become crazy about him.

Who says that flowers on the snow-capped mountains cannot indulge in love and desire? Don't cold-hearted people have the right to love and desire? Of course, the premise is that the person who falls into the sea of desire together is the right person.

He kissed the red ear gently. Meng Qilou's body trembled slightly, and he turned to face him with a blushing face: "But, I also have conditions."

"Well, you say."

Meng Qilou's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, and he looked up: "Let me touch your horns."

Mu Cheng laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at? You're not allowed to touch me?"

"I didn't prevent you from touching me. It's not like you haven't touched me before."

"Have I touched it, no?" Meng Qilou frowned. He had always wanted to try it, but the devil's horn was a status symbol among the demon clan and was generally not allowed to be desecrated.

Mu Cheng lowered his eyebrows against his forehead and whispered: "Last time you couldn't help yourself, you were squeezing it with both hands."

Meng Qilou froze, trying to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

Mu Cheng held back his smile and hugged him into his arms. The hugging figures turned into two streams of light and disappeared from the main hall, heading to the back hall.

In the main hall, He Yi looked embarrassed: "Uncle, Master, have you two forgotten that there are others here?"

The curtains in the back hall floated, and the candles turned on and off, and then on again.

On this day, the weather was fine, but suddenly there was a thunder, shaking the mountains and seas, as if there were dragons roaring and tigers roaring.

He Yi covered his ears and calculated. The sun rose and the moon set. The uncle and the master had not been out for fourteen days.

The thunder stopped, and the door of the main hall was opened, and the stream of light flew out and fell outside the hall. There were two figures, one black and one white.

He Yi went up to greet him and after saluting, he was surprised.

His master had a red mark like a mandala flower between his eyebrows, and the tail of the flower was curled up in strands, making it strange and beautiful.

He Yi thought he had seen such a pattern somewhere. He thought about it over and over, but couldn't remember it. He scratched his head and looked around, and was surprised when he caught a glimpse of something. He was suddenly startled.