The young man spoke nonsense and behaved recklessly. The only person in the world who dared to appreciate Cen Yelan’s appearance like this was probably this dandy prince who had been spoiled since childhood.
Cen Yelan scolded, “Ridiculous!”
Before he could finish his words, the boy had already kissed him. Cen Yelan bit Yuan Zheng’s lips so hard that blood immediately appeared. Yuan Zheng groaned, stepped back slightly, wiped his lips with his fingers, looked at the blood on his fingers, and said, “You always bite me, General Cen, are you a cat, huh?”
Instead of retreating, he moved forward and directly rubbed his finger on the small mole under Cen Yelan’s eye, which became more red, and his dull face became more lively. Cen Yelan was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, Yuan Zheng had already pinched his cheeks and blocked his lips.
Yuan Zheng warned him vaguely, “Don’t bite me again.”
Cen Yelan was so angry that he wanted to bite again, but his tongue was messed with. The two of them intertwined their lips and teeth, saliva mixing together, and they were too intimate. These days, the two of them were busy defending the city and fighting, and had no time to do anything else, but such a kiss was like a drop of water falling into boiling oil, which splashed and boiled in an instant.
Cen Yelan opened his eyes wide and grabbed Yuan Zheng’s hand: “Stop it… assh*le.” He panted rapidly and gritted his teeth and said, “Look where this is.”
Yuan Zheng sucked his lips like he was addicted and said lazily, “Where?”
He uttered an ‘oh’ in sudden realization and chuckled, “This is Beicang Pass, our General Cen’s battlefield.”
As soon as the word battlefield came out, Yuan Zheng’s mind flashed with the heroic figure of Cen Yelan standing alone against ten thousand enemies, as tall and straight as this silent ancient wall, indestructible, and his breathing became even hotter. Cen Yelan was patrolling the city today. He took off his light armor and wore an ordinary black robe with his lapels buttoned meticulously, looking abstinent and dignified. Yuan Zheng lifted the hem of his robe, put his hand under Cen Yelan, rubbed his thing through the cloth, and said, “What’s wrong? General Cen is afraid?”
Cen Yelan’s back was pressed against the battlement, and Yuan Zheng pressed him tightly, he struggled hard, and the next moment, a gasp escaped from his throat. The boy kneaded and pinched his lower body with more force, as if he wanted to push the cloth into the secret passage underneath. Cen Yelan was both angry and hurt. Yuan Zheng licked his ear, his voice hoarse with lust. He said, “Be good, let me play. We will go back after you release once…”
“Hmm?”
Cen Yelan’s legs were shaking, and he said hatefully, “…There are people here.”
Yuan Zheng smiled and said, “Then that depends on the General’s ability.”
He looked at Cen Yelan, whose face was full of humiliation, frowned, and his mouth was tightly closed. It made people feel both distressed and itchy, and his evil fire became even worse.
Yuan Zheng said, “General, open your legs.”
Cen Yelan glared at Yuan Zheng fiercely. He was really blinded by the wind and snow. How come there was a moment when he felt that this dandy wasn’t completely without merit? He was still clearly as bad and ridiculous as ever. Cen Yelan’s chest rose and fell a few times, and then his two long legs slowly opened. Yuan Zheng noticed his loosening and retreating, and suddenly a warm feeling surged in his heart, as well as a bit of unspeakable satisfaction.
Yuan Zheng had everything he wanted since he was a child. His emperor father doted on him, and his uncle took care of everything for him. He was truly God’s favorite one. He had never lacked anything, but when he held Cen Yelan in his arms, he felt incredibly satisfied.
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In an instant, Yuan Zheng was pushed away, and a slap landed on his face.
Cen Yelan pursed his lips and stared at Yuan Zheng, but his eyes were still red. The cinnabar made from Yuan Zheng’s blood at the corner of the eye had dried up, as if it had grown on top, which really lacked some deterrent effect.
Cen Yelan immediately looked away and cursed, “Vulgar.”
Yuan Zheng said, “What is vulgar about this? The General has seen less, that’s why you regarded many things as strange.”
He smiled again and said, “But the General’s fluid is quite sweet.”
“You—” Cen Yelan was about to speak when he heard footsteps. He wanted to stand up immediately, but his legs were still sore. His back had been pressed against the parapet for too long that it shook. Yuan Zheng grabbed his arm.
It was a soldier patrolling the city, standing a few steps away, he called, “General?”
Cen Yelan endured it, did not move, and calmly said, “It’s nothing, retreat.”
“Yes, General.”
The soldiers walked away, and Cen Yelan said angrily, “Yuan Zheng.”
YZ restrain yourself PLEASE