My Love Comes to See the Grass on my Grave

Murong Yan was stunned, eyes wide open and motionless. Gu Lang eagerly bit his lip, as if a thirsty person would meet Lin Yu.

Gu Lang...

Murong Yan's heart was hot, he clasped the back of his sweetheart's neck, and kissed back fiercely.

Gu Lang still seemed to feel cold, and the hand holding the collar couldn't help stroking into the wet clothes, stroking his chest and rubbing it. Murong Yan took a deep breath, hurriedly pressed his hand on his chest, and said vaguely against his lips, "What are you doing?"

Gu Lang just wanted to be warmer, so he threw himself into the arms in front of him and murmured, "Cold..." He broke free from the hand that was being held down, got into his underwear and hugged Murong Yan's warm back, " Murong...cold..."

Murong Yan's breathing became heavier and heavier, his lips and teeth intertwined as if he was addicted, and the blood between his limbs jumped faster and faster. He pressed the person onto the bamboo bed, and his hot breath scalded the person under him, "Gu Lang," he pressed against his forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "If you let me go now, then..."

"Murong," Gu Lang said as he wrapped his arms around his neck, "It's so cold..."

Murong Yan chuckled lightly and said to himself, "It's too late." He stroked his back down with his palms, pulled away Gu Lang's belt with one hand, and kissed the corners of his reddish eyes, "It's alright, not in a while. cold……"

Outside the building, the night rain splashed the bamboo, the green leaves were wet, and the rainwater meandered down around the bamboo and penetrated into the soil.

In the building, wet clothes were spread on the floor in a mess, the quilt on the bamboo bed swayed, and the small moans were intertwined with gasping, occasionally overflowing.

"Hmm..." Gu Lang tilted his neck impatiently, his slender fingers tightly tugging on the mattress under him, trembling in the dripping emotions.

Murong Yan pulled his tightly gripped hand and pressed it against the pillow, interlocking his fingers. There were red marks on his back, and sticky sweat dripped down his back, which seemed to be painful and itchy, but it was like a spark ignited a prairie fire, igniting deeper desires. He kissed Gu Lang's sweaty neck and said warmly, "Is it still cold?"

Gu Lang pressed against his naked chest, his whole body was hot and soft, sweaty, and even his eyelashes were wet.

"Murong..." Gu Lang shouted softly, panting, "Bang...ah..."

Murong Yan bumped hard, bit his chin lightly and said, "It won't be cold if it's bloated..."

The bamboo bed creaked, murmured with gasps, drowned in the thunderstorm.

The next day, the clouds and rain fell, and the sky was white. Gu Lang dazedly opened his eyes and saw Murong Yan's sleeping face close at hand. He blinked his eyes slowly, then blinked again, the scene from last night suddenly crashed into his mind, and he jumped back in shock, but suddenly he pulled it somewhere behind him, and suddenly his fingers curled up, "Well, …”

Murong Yan was awakened by the movement, and opened his eyes sleepily.

The two looked at each other.

A smile floated on Murong Yan's lips, leaning over, caressing Gu Lang's naked waist with one hand, rubbing gently, "Does it still hurt?"

Gu Lang's ears turned red, as if shy and angry. He pushed Murong Yan's hand away and wanted to roll over and get out of bed, but was pushed down by the man instead.

"What are you doing in such a hurry?" Murong Yan approached him, the tip of his nose touching the tip of his nose, "It's still early, won't you talk to me?"

Gu Lang turned his face sideways and said stiffly, "There's nothing to say."

"Really?" Murong Yan whispered, "But last night..."

"I wasn't awake last night," Gu Lang digs the mattress with his fingertips, "I'm not awake... It can't be true."

Murong Yan said calmly, "Oh, so when you're not awake, all you think about is me? You've been calling me last night..."

"No!" Gu Lang said at a loss, "Let go, I..."

Murong Yan pressed it even tighter, "But you kept holding me last night," he said beside Gu Lang's ear, "It hurts my back so much, it's still red, do you want to take a look? ?"

"You..." Gu Lang gritted his teeth and said, "His Royal Highness, last night... it was all an accident, it can't be taken seriously, I..."

"Are you going to start messing around and abandon it?" Murong Yan wrapped his fingertips around the hair on his pillow, and said with a half-smiling smile, "If you've slept, get rid of your ties, Gu Lang, do you think this prince came out of the Goulan Courtyard?"