GSY Chapter11

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“…Shuzi¹Shuzi was used as an insult in ancient time.!” Cen Yelan’s face turned pale, and his fingers clenched so tightly that they almost embedded themselves in his palms.

Yuan Zheng said, “Go ahead and curse me. Let’s see how many more curses you can throw at me.”

He sneered and tried to thrust forward. The thing penetrated deeply, and every movement caused the tender flesh inside to twitch, which was like a torture. Cen Yelan was used to enduring, but it was also very painful. He always dressed neatly and lived a celibate life, which gave him a beautiful, fair, and flexible body. All the old scars on his body were just like the icing on the cake.

Cen Yelan could taste the blood on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t say a word. Yuan Zheng pushed hard, forcing him to straighten his neck like a dying crane, “Shut up—assh*le…”

When he first met Cen Yelan, Cen Yelan was only sixteen or seventeen years old. He had tamed a wild horse and rode the rare horse to the imperial court like lightning in front of everyone’s attention.

The young man pulled the reins and stopped his horse, his back straight, his eyes calm, but he couldn’t hide his youthful spirit. In an instant, in such a large enclosure, among so many dignitaries, there was no one more dazzling than Cen Yelan.

Yuan Zheng lowered his head and looked at Cen Yelan’s tightly closed lips. He couldn’t help but move closer to kiss him, but was bitten by Cen Yelan, and blood was drawn out.

Yuan Zheng looked at Cen Yelan’s profile, his face was red and sweaty, his features were soft, and when he opened his eyes, his eye sockets were still a little red, but his gaze was cold and hateful, and they fell directly on Yuan Zheng.

At that moment, Yuan Zheng knew that Cen Yelan really wanted to kill him.

Yuan Zheng smiled slowly, tilted his head, and said, “General Cen, do you want to call someone?”

Cen Yelan punched Yuan Zheng in the face hard, “Shameless assh*le.”

The words were cut off. Cen Yelan tried to hold Yuan Zheng’s throat, shaking with anger. “You assh*le—you are unworthy of being a royal family!”

He pinched so hard that the suffocating feeling deprived him of his breathing. Yuan Zheng couldn’t breathe and said in a hoarse voice, “Cen Yelan, do it. Kill me. The whole Cen family and you will die. It will be so lively!”

Cen Yelan stared at him for a long while, his chest rising and falling violently, but he still let go after a moment. He got off the bed, his knees weakened, and he swayed, then he stood up again and picked up his clothes and put them on.

Yuan Zheng took a few breaths, turned his head, and looked at Cen Yelan’s back, only to see that everything that had been inserted was flowing out from between his legs. Cen Yelan’s back was stiff, and he clenched his hands into fists in agony.

Yuan Zheng wanted to speak, but he knew that if he provoked Cen Yelan too much, the night would not end well.

“Cen Yelan, where do you want to go at this hour?” Yuan Zheng said shamelessly, “If you don’t want to see me, I’ll just leave.”

Cen Yelan said coldly, “Get lost.”

After saying that, he slammed the door and left as if he didn’t want to stay any longer.

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  Shuzi was used as an insult in ancient time.