A mistaken plan.

An Xuefeng thought, it seemed that what Wei Xun lacked was not happiness.

They are all adult men, and the words "You make me happy" are easy to think about. Even An Xuefeng held his breath for a moment, and then he quickly calmed down.

It is important to check Wei Xun's situation first and confirm his current specific situation.

"You can't feel good?"

Grasping Wei Xun's hand that reached out to his cheek at some time, An Xuefeng stared at him, and his eyes seemed to be able to see his deepest essence through Wei Xun's body. He was looking for the "punishment" that Wei Xun was given.

He could not see *  * *’s face, but Wei Xun instinctively felt An Xuefeng was ‘looking’ him. This kind of view was extremely existence, extremely aggressive, like a sharp knife cutting the shell inch by inch, leaving the deepest soul nowhere to hide, exposed to the blue sky and white sun.

But Wei Xun did not curl up. Instead, he straightened his waist and stretched out more in front of An Xuefeng, like a blooming flower. He even took off his half-breaking mask and exposed his true face in front of An Xuefeng. The corners of his mouth were still pursed, but there was a little smile in his blue eyes.

"It depends on you."

Whether I can have a good time or not depends on you.

Wei Xun knew that An Xuefeng understood, and he knew that he had guessed correctly. But An Xuefeng's gaze made his body a little hot. The excitement and uncontrollable stimulation rushed from the blood to the whole body like an electric current. The infinitely elevated threshold seemed to show signs of loosening.

"call--"

The thick cloak that was not airtight was covered, and the shield was strengthened again in Wei Xun's room, but it was like an instinct to help Wei Xun hide his true identity.

The cloak of the head of the person in charge was very wide and long, and it would not be illuminated. But even so, An Xuefeng wanted to cover Wei Xun who was lying directly on the ground, and An Xuefeng bent down at the same time. He could not get out of the cloak, otherwise the existence of the head of the head of the head would be a spiritual burden for Wei Xun.

The cloak fabric was incredibly smooth, flowing through An Xuefeng's back like mercury, grounding left and right, and enveloped him and Wei Xun in the dark like a fence. The distance between the two was extremely close, and An Xuefeng disagreed and looked at Wei Xun. He was too careless to take off the mask.

But Wei Xun didn't look at him. Wei Xun was busy pressing a corner of the cloak. Seeing that there was no problem, he got more and more eager and rolled over the cloak. The corner on the right side of the cloak was bent inward and was pressed under Wei Xun.

The ground is dirty.

The cloak was pulled, and the two were closer. However, they were only one punch away. An Xuefeng supported the ground with one hand and his body was very stable. The cloak of the principal was not an ordinary bed sheet. Choosing this cloak with water marks was originally a tacit understanding between him and *   *  *, so An Xuefeng was able to temporarily borrow the identity of the principal.

The water traces on the cloak flowed as if they were real, and the faint water vapor filled the ocean, as if they had sunk into the Great Western Ocean. But now Wei Xun also responded to it, with a faint water vapor floating on his body, a crow badge that absorbed a drop of water. This slight resonance made An Xuefeng breathe.

It seemed as if I had returned to the dead and cold deep sea in an instant, where the sun could not reach, it was pitch black and depressing, without any light.

But there is a butterfly in the deep sea.

Wei Xun was pillowing on a cloak with wavy patterns, his soft hair was white and glowing, like the scales of a butterfly. This soft and beautiful white butterfly flew in the deep sea, shaking off a soft white light, attracting the attention of the ugly and terrifying monster hidden in the deep sea.

The butterfly shouldn't be in the deep sea, but the monster wants to keep it.

Want to hide it in the deep sea.

Hidden in the deep sea that only he can see.

"You won't feel good...it's a threshold."

An Xuefeng's voice was still calm, but the unconcealed possessiveness showed a trace of it from his dark eyes. The more serious he was, the more calm he was, the more contrasted this possessiveness seemed, and the more exciting it made Wei Xun feel.

Are butterflies really ignorant and unaware of monsters spying on them?

Not.

It looks like flying freely, and it seems like the scale powder that shook off inadvertently, which is all bait to attract monsters.

It looks so fragile, but so cunning.

Who is the prey and who is the hunter?

Wei Xun wanted to speak, but An Xuefeng covered his mouth one step ahead. An Xuefeng used a lot of force and pressed him firmly to the ground, and his fingers pressed red marks on Wei Xun's face.

This powerful, unresisting and unquestionable suppression gives people a sense of nearly suffocating oppression, as if in the other party, he is an object that can be tricked at will, as weak as a newborn cub.

But he likes it very much.

Wei Xun's burning breathing was a little trembling, and he felt it.

The stronger the hunter, the more he likes it.

But it was not enough, he was not as happy as he could. This feeling of indescribableness was really hard to bear. Although he was covered with his mouth and pressed his body, his legs could still move. Wei Xun couldn't stand kicking his legs, and he looked like he was urging him, and An Xuefeng's body stiffened.

*   * Some missing things were complementary after he intervened, or even unprecedented reactions. After all, they are one and can only be considered complete after truly integrating.

The joys, angers, sorrows, and happiness of ordinary people, the things that were originally blurred like a layer of gauze were suddenly added to the rich and gorgeous colors, and became clear in an instant.

So much so that An Xuefeng had to take a deep breath inwardly to maintain a steady voice.

"Fun: spiritual pleasure, psychological pleasure, and physical pleasure."

Just by listening to the voice, you can't notice any emotional ups and downs, just like reading a performance report seriously.

"As long as one side breaks the threshold, it can weaken the hotel's blockade in this regard."

"Woo--"

I want it all!

Wei Xun issued an order, but An Xuefeng refused to listen and said to himself: "If this will relieve you of the pain, you may not be able to bear it before reaching the threshold."

Release the pain and negative emotions in the spiritual illusion to make Wei Xun happy. This is spiritual. However, Wei Xun accumulated too much pain, and there will be no other positive feedback before breaking through the threshold, and there will not even be any psychological pleasure.

The harm to him was too great.

"So I will choose the quickest way to solve your problem - I will cause some physical pleasure in your future."

An Xuefeng comforted: "Don't worry, relax, we are serious help. You don't have to be under too much pressure, nor do you have any psychological shadows--"

"Woooooo!"

Wei Xun was impatient to listen to his nagging, and straightened his waist up, and An Xuefeng's words came to an abrupt end. He felt Wei Xun's physiological changes.

This made the string in his mind tense for a moment, but he still kept calm and controlled the overall situation. Only in this way could he observe whether Wei Xun's threshold had been broken.

But irresistible, his movements became more rough and fierce. He stopped hesitating, and An Xuefeng directly stretched out his hand.

"Um--"

Did An Xuefeng really do it?

Wei Xun let out a surprising hum, and even felt a little uncomfortable because of the strong feeling, and wanted to hide from the side. But this time, he was suppressed by An Xuefeng and had nowhere to hide.

"Um, um--"

The covered humming sound was filled with a vague and deep nasal sound. Wei Xun quickly adapted and began to enjoy it with his eyes squinted. An Xuefeng, An Xuefeng——

The person who "served" him at this moment was An Xuefeng.

Just this understanding made Wei Xun feel a great sense of pleasure and satisfaction in physiology and psychology. Even though the pleasure has not completely recovered, this stimulation makes him want to release it immediately.

"Um?"

But he was pinched on the eve of his release and was stopped.

This feeling was really uncomfortable. Wei Xun let out a confusing and protesting hum, but An Xuefeng said softly:

"You haven't reached the threshold for pleasure yet."

"Three hours...too many times, it's not good for you."

Wei Xun:???

Is this a person doing things??

But before he could protest, An Xuefeng moved again. Wei Xun tightened his body, like a small boat in the waves of the sea. He grabbed his hands randomly, and finally hugged An Xuefeng's neck and fixed his body. But this time it stopped abruptly when it was almost peak. Wei Xun was so angry that he wanted to lift An Xuefeng directly and acted by himself.

But no, he was completely suppressed and fell into a situation where he could not disobey and could not disobey and could be merciless. The peaks came to an abrupt end again and again, and Wei Xun's resistance became more and more intense. When he found that no matter how he resisted, An Xuefeng was as solid as a rock to suppress him, and he was completely unshakable, but secret happiness arose in his heart.

It was too strong, so strong that he had a desire to challenge, but it was also so powerful that he could feel at ease. Knowing that under An Xuefeng's control, there would be no problem no matter how he was released or even lost control, and this person could suppress him. The connection between the tour guide and the passenger, the feeling of spiritual integration and soul communication, made Wei Xun feel even more at ease.

The accumulation and interruption again and again, and in the end, Wei Xun was almost dazed, sweaty, and his face was filled with uncontrollable physiological tears. As soon as An Xuefeng put his hand on, he subconsciously trembled all over and could not touch it, so that when he was finally allowed to release, a white light appeared in his mind.

The unprecedented feeling of accumulation came and flooded him. Physiology, psychology, and spirit all reached a point, and he was so happy that he couldn't help himself.

The threshold for pleasure was broken.

Wei Xun's chest was fluctuating violently and his body stretched into a bow. He was breathing, and then he realized that An Xuefeng's hand was removed from his face and no longer covered his mouth.

It was so happy, so cool - Wei Xun couldn't help but put his arms around An Xuefeng's neck. An Xuefeng seemed to be distracted, but he actually pulled him down like this.

Then Wei Xun kissed him.

"Bang!"

The sound from inside the room was shocked by Yu Hehui and Tong Hege looking over in an instant.

"What fell to the ground?"

Yu Hehui couldn't help but take two steps forward, but was forced back by the power of the person in charge, so she could only listen.

"It seems that it's fine inside."

Tong Hege was also worried, and couldn't help but look at the phantom cat squatting straight at the door of the house.

"The cat is fine... Director Cui should be fine, either."

*   *

"Bang--"

It was the sound of An Xuefeng's fist hitting the ground hard, which almost made the ground tremble. Wei Xun didn't expect that he would have such a big reaction. After kissing, An Xuefeng pushed him back. Fortunately, An Xuefeng's palm was placed behind his head in time, so that Wei Xun's head did not hit the ground.
To be continued...