The Villain Becomes The White Moonlight

Du Yan is now almost unable to tell whether this is his dream or whether he is caught in a hallucination.

He is now facing a situation like a "ghost press", not to mention turning back or standing up, not even moving his fingers.

Du Yan closed her eyes, reluctantly calmed herself down, sorted out a few possibilities, and then called Xiaoyu in her head.

"Xiaoyu, what is the dream situation now? Is there something wrong with the owner of the dream, causing the dreams to be linked to each other?"

Xiao Yan was also confused by the **** in front of him. He heard Du Yan's reminder before he remembered things in the dream world: "Wait, I'll take a look."

Xiao Yan left for a moment to check the state of the dream world, leaving Du Yan to sit in a chair and look into the bronze mirror. The man behind him was very tall and could not reflect his face in the bronze mirror.

Du Yan watched the man gently remove the complicated hair ornaments on his head one by one. From the reflection in the bronze mirror, he could see some clothes on the other side.

The style of the robe did not belong to Cheng Yu's era. It was not the robe that Cheng Yu used to wear when his protons fell, nor was it the black and red dragon robe after he became emperor.

To be precise, the man behind him wore the wedding robe that the groom wore when he got married in most TV shows. From the style point of view, and Du Yan's body are paired.

At this time, Xiao Yan replied: "The current situation is normal, everything that is happening now is considered reasonable in this worldview, and the dream world does not have any signs of mutual **** or collapse."

After getting Xiao's reply. Du Yan frowned slightly, feeling a little upset.

His slight emotional changes were keenly captured by people behind him: "Sorry, did it hurt you?"

Du Yan was silent for a moment and shouted, "Chengyu, is it you?"

The man spoke, but his tone sounded a little unhappy. He asked, "Who is Cheng Yu? I would be very upset when you call someone else's name at this time."

Du Yan thought for a while, and then tried to say, "So, Xiao Lang?"

The person behind him was silent for a moment before he said, "The name Xiao Lang is familiar, who is Xiao Lang?"

When Du Yan saw this, he asked, "Who are you?"

The person behind him bent down slightly and took Du Yan's waist intimately from behind. He leaned closer to Du Yan's ears, as if preparing to answer this question.

Du Yan looked intently at the bronze mirror, and wanted to see the person or the ghost's face, but found that the bronze mirror that could still dimly reflect the figure, at this time it was completely dim, and only the gray one remained, what Can't see clearly.

"I don't know who I am, but I know that you are mine ..."

Only then did the words fall, and Ben's slightly bright room was completely dark.

Du Yan was hugged. Except he could feel the powerful arms and chest holding him, he couldn't feel anything else, including another existing breathing sound.

Du Yan didn't say anything, he just echoed his breathing gently beside his ears, which was very calm.

He was gently placed on the bed, and Du Yan felt very keen, although the light was limited, he could not see the other party's movements. He could feel each other's every move.

Du Yan's coat was torn down, and the complicated wedding clothes fell to the ground layer by layer, leaving only a thin coat in the end.

The man left, and after a while someone pressed on. Du Yan frowned slightly, raising her hand subconsciously to stop, then suddenly realized that she could move.

Du Yan's hand touched the smooth skin. It turned out that he had just left and was undressing. The situation is very ambiguous, the skin touches, and the distance between them is too close, but Du Yan's clear brain circuit is another matter.

The skin he touched with his palm, without any temperature, was smooth and cold, like jade. However, it is not appropriate to say jade, because jade is a real thing with a weight, but the person on the body is a little bit erratic and can feel the weight, but it does not seem to have a substance.

At the moment, it turns out that Li Gui is entangled, not a dream.

Only in the moment of Du Yan's contemplation, a soft kiss fell on the side of his ear and kissed the collarbone along the neck. Even in this case, in the still air, only Du Yan's breathing sound can be heard.

The ghost said again: "Do you know, the first time I saw you, I felt that your collarbone is very good-looking and good-looking. If you can leave my marks, it will look even better."

hiss--

Du Yan felt a tingling from the collarbone, and then it seemed that the tip of his tongue was licking gently on it.

He finally spoke, trying to stop the opponent's increasingly excessive behavior: "Xiao Lang, what are you trying to do?"

The ghost finally stopped, his voice sounded a little cold: "Who is Cheng Yu? Who is Xiao Lang? Why do you call someone's name? You are mine, you are not allowed to see others, you are not allowed to others Watching you ... "

Du Yan speculated that some clues came. This ghost should be Xiao Lang. It's true, but it took a short time to form, and it was still in the stage of instinct without reason and no memory.

"You ..." Du Yan wanted to talk to him for a few more words to learn more about Xiao Lang's situation at this time.

He didn't think about him, he opened his mouth, and before he finished speaking, there were cold lips. Du Yan

Slightly opened lips provided convenience for Xiao Lang. The tip of his tongue, cold like a piece of ice, intruded into his mouth and tangled with his tongue relentlessly.

This feels strange. Du Yan knew that he was already in the mood and kissing the other party would naturally be a little confused. However, the ghost was so cold that there was no trace of temperature from head to toe, even the tip of his tongue, which again made him clear and unable to fully immerse him.

Du Yan's thoughts tugged back and forth between reason and sensuality, which caused some confusion in his mind. He can be sure that the ghost on his body is Xiao Lang, but it is extremely unreasonable for Xiao Lang to appear here now.

Just before the dressing table, the tone and words of this ghost's speech were very different from Xiao Lang, a college student in this dream world, but more like Cheng Yu in the previous dream.

That is why Du Yan shouted Cheng Yu's name for the first time. In this extremely chaotic situation, Du Yan did not have any sense of resistance, and even cooperated.

Perhaps it was his unconscious cooperation that made the ghost even more unrestrained. Until the cold hand slid into Du Yan's pants, he was frozen for a while, and his consciousness suddenly woke up.

Du Yan grabbed that cold wrist.

"Enough, what on earth do you want to do?" Du Yan's tone rarely lost her calmness, with a little gasping voice, which sounded very angry.

The voice on the body smiled lowly, and it was familiar Cheng Yu's tone: "Madam, now it is the night of the cave house, naturally it should be done as the night of the house."

Du Yan, without mercy, lifted up the person on her body and said, "You can't even figure out who you are. How can I spend the night in this cave with you?"

He moved very quickly, and before the ghost got up, he pressed it against the opponent's shoulder, and then sat across the other's waist to stop the next resistance.

The room was still dark, maybe Du Yan's eyes had adapted to this darkness. Now that they are very close to each other, Du Yan can barely see the ghost's face under him. Although it is not too clear, he can recognize the familiar appearance.

Although each dream world is based on the movie starring Shao Lingheng, the protagonist in each dream is the face of Shao Lingheng. However, because there are different makeups in different films, are at the age stage, and Shao Lingheng ’s acting expression is different, the difference between each person is actually quite large.

At least Du Yan could tell at a glance that this ghost was Cheng Yu's appearance, not the young college student Xiao Lang.

Du Yan lowered her body and said softly, "Want to go to the house? Think about who you really are, then don't give yourself a green hat."

After Du Yan said this, some of the struggling ghosts stopped, and he muttered to himself, "Yes, who am I? Who am I?"

He repeated this for a long time, his voice was full of doubts.

Just when Du Yan thought he would give up the idea of ​​the cave house, he suddenly turned over and pressed Du Yan under him again.

At this moment, his tone was like a new person: "It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that you can't leave me."

Du Yan's eyes were dark, and when he looked back again, he couldn't help but startled and shouted another name: "He Jin?"

"He Jin." He whispered, "Who is He Jin? Why do you always think of others and want to leave me? I obviously, obviously took everything according to your wishes."

Du Yan only felt that the other party's tone was strange. When he was about to push away, he was caught by his wrist and pressed on his head.

"You let go," Du Yan said coldly.

However, as soon as Du Yan's words fell, he heard a "click", as if something had been buckled. The ghost, half-pressed on him, got up and let go: "I always wanted to do this. It's really beautiful that you carry the chain."

Du Yan's hands were free again. He propped himself up and lowered his eyes to look at his hands. Above the wrist is a delicate gold bracelet if there is no chain attached to the bracelet.

The other end of the long chain was fastened to the head of the stepping bed, limiting Du Yan's range of motion to this bed.

"..."

At this moment, Du Yan didn't feel angry. The ghost in front of him now can say that he is basically in the late stage of mental illness, without any reason, and acts as he pleases.

Du Yan just felt a bit helpless. He Jin, who was in the first dream, looked normal. Has the inside actually been distorted like this? It seems that he really has no talent for raising children. He was just an ordinary young man with some dregs. As a result, he was raised to a late stage of mental illness.

"Untie this chain, can you?" Du Yan asked.

The ghost sitting opposite just shook his head: "Why untie it, isn't it good-looking? If you don't like it, why not change it?"

It's not a way to stay entangled in this way. Du Yan consciously couldn't communicate with the ghost in front of him anymore. He smiled gently: "Well, come and kiss me, can you?"

When Du Yan finished speaking, he bit his tongue secretly. The moment he kissed his lips, he directly fed the blood of his tongue into his mouth.

Everything in front of him began to twist slowly, and the chain on Du Yan's wrist gradually disappeared.

The ghost who finally disappeared, holding Du Yan, had no anger on his face. Before he disappeared, he just left a sentence: "You are mine, I will not let you go, absolutely not."