TFOD Chapter 124

In the “Ancient Room” of the Cloud Recesses’ treasure pavilion, Wei Wuxian found an old incense burner.

The incense burner’s body resembled a bear, its nose an elephant, its eyes a rhinoceros, its tail a cow, and its feet a tiger. Its belly was the burner, and after burning incense, it would exhale light smoke from its mouth.

In the quiet room, Wei Wuxian played with it for a while, saying, “This thing looks quite fun. It doesn’t have any killing intent or hostility, so it definitely isn’t something harmful. Lan Zhan, do you know what this is for?”

Lan Wangji shook his head. Wei Wuxian sniffed the incense, and it didn’t seem to be anything wrong either. Neither of them could guess what it was, so they put the incense burner away, intending to investigate it further later.

Unexpectedly, soon after they lay down, they both felt extremely tired and fell into a deep sleep. After who knows how long, Wei Wuxian woke up and discovered that he and Lan Wangji were not in the quiet room of Cloud Recesses, but in a mountainous wilderness.

Wei Wuxian climbed up from the ground, saying, “Where is this place?”

Lan Wangji said, “This is not a place in the mortal world.”

Wei Wuxian said, “Not a place in the mortal world? No way,” He shook his sleeves, feeling incredibly clear-headed: “If this isn’t reality, what is it?”

Lan Wangji didn’t answer, silently walking to the edge of a stream, gesturing for him to look down.

Wei Wuxian walked over and looked at his reflection in the water, and he was completely stunned.

What the stream reflected was his appearance from his previous life!

Wei Wuxian immediately looked up and said, “Is it the incense burner’s doing?”

Lan Wangji nodded, “I’m afraid so.”

Staring at that long-unseen face in the water for a long time, Wei Wuxian shifted his gaze, saying, “It’s okay. I tested that incense burner; it doesn’t have any resentment. It’s definitely not a demonic artifact. I guess it was something made by some immortal master for cultivation or amusement. Let’s wander around and see what’s going on.”

So the two began to stroll leisurely through the mountain forest, which was of an unknown nature, whether a hallucination or something else. Not long after, a small wooden house came into view.

When Wei Wuxian saw the small wooden house, he said, “Huh,” and Lan Wangji asked, “What is it?”

Wei Wuxian looked at the small house carefully and said, “I think this house looks a little familiar.”

The wooden house was an extremely ordinary farmhouse, so he was only doubtful, and couldn’t confirm whether he had seen it before. Just then, the sound of a loom creaking from inside the wooden house.

The two exchanged glances. Without needing to say a word, they walked closer together.

But when they reached the door of the wooden house, they looked inside and were immediately stunned.

The scene inside the wooden house was far more outrageous than their worst expectations. There were no dangerous villains, no demonic beasts or fierce corpses, just one person. Someone they were both extremely familiar with.

Inside the wooden house, there was actually a “Lan Wangji” sitting there!

This “Lan Wangji” had a handsome face that was exactly the same as the one next to Wei Wuxian, an identical tall figure. He was wearing plain, but not shabby, blue and white cloth clothes, which, on him, somehow created a transcendent and refined air. The loom beside him seemed to be driven by magic, automatically weaving, with creaking sounds. He himself was sitting beside it, holding a paper book, and concentrating on reading…

The two of them had already walked to the door and made quite a bit of noise, but “Lan Wangji” seemed not to have noticed at all. He calmly turned a page of the book with his long, slender, pale fingers.

Wei Wuxian looked at the Lan Wangji beside him, then at the “Lan Wangji” inside, and suddenly understood, “So that’s how it is, so that’s how it is!”

Lan Wangji’s eyebrows slightly arched, a subtle movement that represented his surprise, as he asked, “What is it?”

Wei Wuxian said, “This, this, this, this is my dream!”

Before his words finished, a tall, slender figure in black clothes swayed in from outside, drawling, “Second brother, I’m back!”

Looking at this “Wei Wuxian” carrying a hoe, holding a fishing basket, with a piece of grass in his mouth and a vibrant expression, Lan Wangji grew even more silent.

If this was Wei Wuxian’s dream, it was natural that the people in the dream could not see them.

The weaving “Lan Wangji” finally looked up. When he saw “Wei Wuxian,” his lips slightly curved upwards, then smoothed out, as he got up to greet him and poured him a glass of water.

“Wei Wuxian” spat out the grass in his mouth, sat at the small wooden table, picked up the water and drank it down in one gulp before saying, “The sun was too hot outside today, I’m dead from the heat. The work I left in the field, I’m not doing it anymore. I’ll talk about it when I have time.”

“Lan Wangji” said, “Okay.” Then he took out a snow-white cloth and handed it to him. “Wei Wuxian,” with a grin, moved his face close, his intention more than obvious: he wanted him to wipe his face.

“Lan Wangji,” without disdain, seriously and attentively wiped his face.

While “Wei Wuxian” enjoyed it, his mouth didn’t stop, “I went to the river for a while, and I caught two fish. Second brother, make fish soup for me tonight!”

“Okay.”

“How do Gusu people usually eat crucian carp? Lan Zhan, can you make sour fish? I like that. Don’t make it sweet; I once ate it that way, and I wanted to throw up.”

“Okay. I can make it.”

“It’s getting hotter, so the bathwater doesn’t need to be boiled so hot. That’s why I only chopped half the firewood.”

“Okay. It’s fine.”

“…” Lan Wangji stared at the two people who were idly chatting, and said, “Your dream?”

Wei Wuxian was laughing so much that he was about to have internal injuries, “Puhahahaha, uh, yes, for a while, I don’t know why, I kept having this kind of dream. I dreamt that we had retired and were living in the mountains and fields. I would go out hunting and farming, and you would stay home to take care of the house and weave cloth, cook for me, and oh right, you would also help me with accounting and manage the money, and at night you’d mend my clothes. Every time I would dream about you heating up the bathwater and we’d bathe together, but every time I was about to take off my clothes, I’d wake up. It was so regrettable, hahahahahaha…”

He didn’t think it was embarrassing at all for Lan Wangji to see this dream. Instead, he was enjoying it. Lan Wangji watched him laughing happily, his gaze gentle, “That’s good too.”

Wei Wuxian’s dream was full of trivial matters, cooking, eating, feeding chickens, chopping wood. As expected, when it came time to heat up the bathwater, the dream ended abruptly. After taking a few steps, they transitioned from the farmhouse to an elegant and serene pavilion. Outside was a magnolia tree in full bloom, emitting a refreshing fragrance in the night.

The location of the dream changed, and the two of them were definitely familiar with this place. This was the Gusu Cloud Recesses’ library pavilion.

There was still light coming from a wooden window on the second floor, and faint voices could be heard. Wei Wuxian looked up and said, “Shall we go in and see?”

For some reason, Lan Wangji was unusually hesitant and stopped in his tracks. He stared at the wooden window, lost in thought, as if he was hesitating. Wei Wuxian found it strange, unable to think of any reason why Lan Wangji wouldn’t want to go in, and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Lan Wangji shook his head slightly, pondered for a moment, and was about to speak when a burst of unrestrained laughter suddenly erupted from within the library pavilion.

When Wei Wuxian heard this, his eyes lit up. He rushed into the library pavilion, leaping up the stairs.

Since he had gone in, Lan Wangji naturally wouldn’t stay outside by himself, so he also went in with him. They entered the study room where the light was shining, and sure enough, they saw something interesting.

On a light-colored mat, next to the desk for punishment copies, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old Wei Ying was banging on the table and laughing wildly, “Hahahahahahahaha!”

On the floor, there was a yellowed book of illustrations. The same fifteen or sixteen-year-old Lan Zhan was retreating into the corner of the library pavilion as if he were avoiding a poisonous snake, and was roaring in anger, “Wei Ying—!”

The young Wei Ying laughed so hard he nearly rolled under the desk, and with much difficulty, he raised his hand, “Here! I’m here!”

And Wei Wuxian over here was also about to laugh so hard he would roll over, as he grabbed the Lan Wangji next to him, saying, “This dream is great! I can’t take it anymore, Lan Zhan, look at you, look at you from back then, your face, hahahaha…”

For some reason, Lan Wangji’s face became even more strange. Wei Wuxian pulled him down to sit on the mat beside him, and with a smile, propped up his chin, watching the two of them argue, quarrel, and fight when they were young. Over there, the young Lan Zhan had already drawn his Bichen sword. Wei Ying hurriedly grabbed his Suibian sword, the tip of the sword already three-tenths unsheathed. He reminded him, “Bearing! Young Master Lan! Pay attention to your bearing! I brought my sword today too, if we fight, will your library pavilion still be okay!”

Lan Zhan angrily said, “Wei Ying! You… what kind of person are you!”

Wei Ying raised an eyebrow, “What kind of person can I be? A man!”

“…” Lan Zhan rebuked him, “Shameless!”

Wei Ying said, “You have to be ashamed of this kind of thing? Don’t tell me you’ve never seen this kind of thing before. I don’t believe it.”

After holding back for a long time, Lan Zhan’s face was covered in frost. He raised his sword, and Wei Ying was taken aback, “What, you’re really going to fight!” He also met the sword head-on, and the two of them actually started to exchange blows in the library pavilion. Seeing this, Wei Wuxian said, “Huh,” and turned his head to look at Lan Wangji, and asked strangely, “Was it like this here? I remember it was as if we didn’t really fight back then?”

Lan Wangji was silent, and when Wei Wuxian looked at him, he avoided his gaze without a trace. Wei Wuxian felt that he was becoming increasingly strange tonight. He was about to ask when he suddenly heard young Wei Ying over there, while fighting, joking, “Okay, okay, you can take it and release it, you’re good at the sword! But, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, look at you, your face is so red, is it from fighting with me or from reading that good stuff just now?”

Young Lan Zhan’s face wasn’t red at all, he swept his sword, “Nonsense!”

Wei Ying leaned his body back, using an extremely flexible iron bridge to avoid the sword, then straightened himself up. His hand moved quickly, and he pinched Lan Zhan’s fair and white face, “I didn’t say nonsense, why don’t you touch yourself, your face is hot, hahaha!”

Lan Zhan’s face turned red and then white. He was about to slap away his hand, but Wei Ying was faster, retracting his hand before he could get hit, and after turning around, he said leisurely, “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, it’s not that I’m talking about you, but look at all the people about your age. Who is like you, blushing so easily? You can’t even take this little bit of stimulation, you’re just too inexperienced.”

This scene was neither something that had actually happened, nor a dream he had made. It could only be Lan Wangji’s dream. Wei Wuxian was watching with great interest, saying, “Lan Zhan, you know me so well. These are indeed words I would say.”

However, he didn’t notice that at this moment, Lan Wangji almost seemed restless.

Wei Ying continued, “Copying books is so boring. Why don’t I teach you a bit while I’m copying? Just consider it a reward for your supervision…”

After enduring his nonsense for so long, Lan Zhan could finally no longer take it. Bichen flew out with a swing of the sword. The two swords clashed, and they were knocked out of the window together. Wei Ying, seeing Suibian fly out of his hand, was slightly surprised, “Hey, my sword!”

While shouting, he was about to leap out the window to snatch his sword when Lan Zhan suddenly pounced on him from behind, knocking him to the ground. Wei Ying hit his head on the floor, and struggled in a panic. After some back and forth, the two of them were in a chaotic fight. Wei Ying desperately kicked his legs, and his elbows bumped around, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t escape Lan Zhan’s four limbs that had locked him in, as if he had been trapped by an unbreakable iron net. He said, “Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan, what are you doing! I was joking, I was just joking! Why are you so serious!”

Lan Zhan grabbed his wrists with one hand and pressed them behind his back, his voice low, “You, just now, said, you were going to teach me what?”

His tone sounded cold, but his eyes seemed to have a volcano about to erupt.

The two of them had been evenly matched in strength, but Wei Ying had been careless for a moment, and had been held down and suppressed by him. He could only pretend to be stupid, saying, “No? What did I say just now?”

Lan Zhan said, “Didn’t say?”

Wei Ying said with confidence, “Didn’t say!”

He also said, “Lan Zhan, don’t be so rigid, don’t take everything I say seriously. You believe the nonsense, why are you so angry? I won’t say it anymore, okay? You let go of me, I haven’t finished copying my book today, I’m not playing anymore.”

Hearing this, Lan Zhan’s expression softened slightly, and he seemed to have relaxed his arms a little. But, Wei Ying withdrew his wrists. With his eyebrows arched and his eyes rolled, he immediately sent out a palm.

But, Lan Zhan had been prepared for it. As soon as Wei Ying moved, he quickly grabbed him and suppressed him again. This time, his hands were heavier. Wei Ying’s wrist was bent into a more curved arc, and he kept saying “Ouch, ouch!” “I already said it was a joke! Lan Zhan! Don’t be so easily teased!”

Lan Zhan’s eyes vaguely had flames flickering in them. Without a word, he took off his headband, wrapped it around three times, and tightly bound Wei Ying’s hands, tying a dead knot.

Never expecting this turn of events, Wei Wuxian on the side was already watching in dumbfounded shock!

After a long while, he turned his head to look at the Lan Wangji beside him, and when he looked, he realized that although Lan Wangji’s face was still pale, not showing any hint of red, his earlobes had turned pink.

Wei Wuxian moved closer to him with ill intent, saying, “Lan Er-gege… your dream, it seems like it’s a little off, isn’t it?”

“…” Lan Wangji suddenly stood up, “Don’t watch!”

Wei Wuxian immediately grabbed him, who wanted to stand, “Don’t go! I still want to see what else happens in your dream. We haven’t gotten to the good part yet!”

By the desk in the library, Wei Ying was yelling and howling after Lan Zhan had tied him up. After calming down, he tried to reason with him, “Lan Zhan, a gentleman uses his mouth, not his hands. You are being narrow-minded by doing this. Think about it, what did I say to you just now?”

Lan Zhan silently took a breath, coldly saying, “You think about it yourself, what did you say just now.”

Wei Ying argued, “I was just saying you’re inexperienced, that you don’t understand some things. Isn’t that the truth? There are some adult things you definitely don’t understand. You have to treat me like this just because I exposed the truth? Isn’t that narrow-minded?”

Lan Zhan indifferently said, “Who says I don’t understand.”

Wei Ying raised one eyebrow, laughing, “Oh–really? Stop being stubborn. If you understand, then pigs can fly, hahahahaha… ah!”

He suddenly exclaimed because Lan Zhan had suddenly grabbed somewhere below.

Lan Zhan, his handsome face still carrying a hint of youth, repeated once more, “Who says I don’t understand.”

Wei Wuxian clung to Lan Wangji, practically biting his earlobe, “Yes, who says you don’t understand? What one thinks of during the day, one dreams of at night. Lan Zhan, tell me the truth, you really wanted to do this to me back then, didn’t you? I never thought… you are this kind of Hanguang-Jun.”

Although Lan Wangji still had no expression on his face, that hint of pink had quietly climbed onto his pale neck. The fingers on his knees were also imperceptibly curling up.

Young Wei Ying, who was grabbed by the root of his life, was slumped on the ground, taking a few breaths of cold air, “Lan Zhan, what the hell are you doing! Have you gone mad?!”

Lan Zhan’s entire body was already between Wei Ying’s legs. This position was really threatening. Seeing that things were not good, Wei Ying quickly changed his tone, “No, no, no! No one says you don’t understand! You, you, you let go first, we can talk!”

He was frantically shaking his hands, but the material of the Gusu Lan Sect headband was of the best quality. No matter how much he struggled, he could neither undo it, nor escape it. After shaking it a couple of times, he suddenly saw a book fall to the side, quickly grabbing it and throwing it at Lan Zhan, hoping to use the book of sages to wake him up, “You wake up!”

The book first hit Lan Zhan’s chest, then fell between Wei Ying’s wide-open legs, flipping through several pages. Lan Zhan looked down, his eyes no longer moving.

As if by divine intervention, this page had landed right on a spring picture with an extremely revealing pose, and an extremely unrestrained painting style. Moreover, the two figures in the picture were both men!

Wei Wuxian remembered that the spring picture book he had shown to Lan Wangji did not have anything to do with male-male love. There was absolutely no such page in it. He couldn’t help but sigh again at how Lan Wangji had elaborated on the details in his dream…it was too elaborate, astounding!

Lan Zhan lowered his head, staring at that page, motionless, and Wei Ying also saw the picture. He was instantly a little embarrassed, saying, “Uh…” His heart was in agony, and he still felt that action was better than words, and he put all his strength in kicking out a foot. However, Lan Zhan freed a hand, grabbing his knee, and putting his legs in an even more open position. He then ripped off Wei Ying’s belt and pants in two movements.

Wei Ying immediately felt a chill down below. He looked down and his heart seemed to chill along with it. He cried out in shock, “Lan Zhan, what are you doing?!”

Wei Wuxian was watching from the side, his heart racing with excitement, unable to resist thinking, “Nonsense! Doing you!”

Wei Ying’s lower half was bare and white. His two slender legs were still kicking. Lan Zhan pressed down on him, following the instructions on the spring picture. His right hand reached directly for the tightly closed pink spot between the two round, white buttocks.

Wei Ying’s entire lower body was tightly suppressed, and he couldn’t avoid it even when his secret place was being forcibly touched. Lan Zhan rubbed the pink spot with his two fingers. Wei Ying shuddered all over, and a hint of shame flashed in his eyes. He forced himself to endure it, and madly struggled and twisted around. The young man pressing down on him had a calm gaze, and his lips were tightly pursed. His right hand continued to massage his secret place methodically, gradually increasing the pressure, until the spot slowly softened, and was slowly rubbed into a slightly open pink little mouth, which was as bashful as if it had swallowed a small, pale finger joint.

Wei Wuxian glanced at Lan Wangji with a smile, saying, “No wonder Hanguang-Jun wouldn’t come in just now. Doing this to me in a dream, and being seen by me, really is, truly, embarrassing.”

Lan Wangji was sitting upright beside him, his eyes lowered. His eyelashes seemed to be trembling slightly.

Wei Wuxian propped up his chin and watched over there, watching the younger version of himself being forced open by the younger Lan Zhan. He giggled, saying, “Hanguang-Jun, if you have the ability to dream about this after the fact, you should have just done this to me back then. I…”

Before he finished speaking, Lan Wangji grabbed his hands, pushed him to the ground, and blocked his mouth. Wei Wuxian felt his cheeks burning hot, and the beating of his heart was also abnormally violent. Amused in his heart, he waited for the wet lips to separate, then murmured, “What, are you shy again?”

Lan Wangji’s breathing was unusually rough, not answering. Wei Wuxian said, “Or… are you turned on?”

At the same time, a long cry laced with sobs escaped young Wei Ying’s throat beside the desk.

Lan Zhan was already completely on top of him. The lower bodies of the two were connected. It was obvious that they were currently in the process of intrusion. Wei Ying felt something hard that did not belong to his body inching its way in. He was so uncomfortable that he curled up his legs, but his hands were firmly tied by the headband, and he could not move. He could only bang his head against the floor a few times in pain, the sounds echoing like “dong, dong.” Lan Zhan put his hand under his head, while the thing below him was completely pushed into Wei Ying’s body.

The pink spot, which was previously difficult to swallow even a finger, was now forcibly stretched open, swallowing a hot, hard, and large thing. The delicate folds around the original opening were all stretched smooth. Wei Ying was still a little dazed, as if he couldn’t figure out what was going on. However, when Lan Zhan, following the spring picture, slowly started to thrust and pull, he started to let out unconscious whimpers.

Wei Wuxian said to Lan Wangji, “Lan Zhan, you were already quite impressive back then, even though you were small. ‘I’ was a newbie, I think this one is going to be a real rough go.”

While he spoke, he deliberately rubbed and prodded Lan Wangji’s legs with his knees. After personally witnessing a live spring scene with himself as the main character, his interest was aroused. He also wanted to experience the power of that thing himself.

Without any hesitation, Lan Wangji tore his shirt hem and pants, and Wei Wuxian naturally opened his legs and wrapped them around his waist. Lan Wangji held his own thing, the head of it, as hard as iron, rubbed at his entrance.

The entry was very smooth, the hole soft, and the intestines hot and wet. They were very obedient and tightly embraced the intruding giant, as if they were born to accommodate the person on top of him. Soon, the sounds of sticky water and flesh hitting each other came from the junction of the two bodies.

The thing below Lan Wangji was very substantial and impressive. Moreover, the shaft naturally curved slightly upwards. Every time it pulsed, it would accurately scrape against the most sensitive and fragile spot on the inner wall. Every time that spot was grazed, it was a tidal surge of passion that rocked both of them.

Wei Wuxian was being rammed by Lan Wangji, his mind dizzied. He was in heaven and earth. His intestines were clenching irregularly, and from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, he was numb with pleasure, so comfortable that he tilted back his head. From this angle, he could just see the fifteen or sixteen-year-old Wei Ying in Lan Wangji’s dream, who was also enduring such pleasure and pain.

He was lying on a messy pile of books. His wrists were tightly bound, and he was being helplessly pinned down. He didn’t know where his red hair tie had fallen off to. His black hair was disheveled, his eyes slightly closed, tears blurring his vision, on the verge of tears. Lan Zhan was pressing him down, and when he thrust his hips, his legs were thrown over his shoulders, the sleek and beautiful lines of his calves and the muscles on the inside of his thighs were twitching. He was being forced to the breaking point by that thing in his body that kept going in and out, bending and rolling. Being new to this kind of thing, he didn’t know what to do. He was like a drowning man, tightly clinging to Lan Zhan’s shoulders. He probably didn’t even know where he was at the moment, let alone think of anything. This unbearable torment was being given to him by the person who was currently ravaging him.

Watching the fifteen or sixteen-year-old version of himself being fucked until his face was flushed, and he was trembling all over, Wei Wuxian still felt that it wasn’t enough. It would be best if the young Lan Zhan was even more crude and forceful, bullying the young Wei Ying until he was half-dead and crying aloud. It wasn’t enough like this.

Inside the library pavilion, the space was small, but the spring scenes were endless. The originally somewhat dizzy Wei Ying seemed to have been awakened by the lewd and shameful sounds of slapping water and had regained a bit of consciousness. Staring at the ceiling of the library pavilion, he shivered and his gaze lowered, as if wanting to see what his lower body was like at the moment, but he didn’t have the courage. Just at that moment, Lan Zhan, after being focused for a while, lifted both his legs and put them on his shoulders. When he leaned forward and thrust, Wei Ying’s waist was bent into a flexible arc, and he could see the scene between his thighs through his tear-blurred vision.

The clean, pink spot was now a deep red color, as if it had been cooked. The edges were pitifully swollen. The long, hard, hot thing was still going in and out inside, repeatedly rubbing. Milky white liquid, a bit of bright red blood, and a bit of clear, unknown liquid were all mixed together, creating a mess where their bodies joined. And in front, his own thing had actually raised its head slightly, its head also spitting out a little white fluid.

Seeing this miserable state, Wei Ying was stunned. After a long while, he didn’t know where the strength came from, and suddenly struggled, breaking free of Lan Zhan and flipping over, crawling forward on his knees, trying to escape.

He had been roughly fucked by Lan Zhan on the ground for a while and was already exhausted. His thighs and knees were shaking. After moving a bit, he could no longer crawl and just fell down. In this position, his two white and full buttocks were sticking high up, and white liquid and blood instantly flowed out of that messy hole between his legs, winding down his legs. The inside of his thighs were covered in a patchwork of blue and red finger marks, which were so shocking that just seeing them would cause one’s desire to abuse him to be aroused.

All of this was seen by Lan Zhan, who was behind him. His eyes were red, and without a word, he chased after him. Wei Ying felt his waist tighten as he was grabbed tightly. The spot that had just been empty was immediately filled to the brim again.

He moaned and whispered, “Don’t…”

After enduring the torment for so long, his back door had already become wet, soft, and muddy. It had easily swallowed the thing that had just violated him again, and it went all the way to the bottom. Wei Ying was kneeling on the mat, his body was constantly being moved forward, and his face was filled with horror. He remembered that when he had gone to the mountains to play, he saw wild animals mating in this position. Therefore, being entered from behind made him feel even more ashamed. His back door suddenly tightened, and Lan Zhan pinched his waist, the thrusts becoming more and more brutal, without any rhyme or reason. After being fierce for a while, Wei Ying finally couldn’t take it anymore.

Half of his face and body were pressed against the ground, deformed, and he said incoherently, “Mercy, mercy… Lan Zhan, Young Master Lan, mercy ah…”

Besides inviting even deeper and more frequent intrusions, this begging was naturally useless. Wei Wuxian laughed, saying, “Oh my god, I’m almost hard from listening to this. You absolutely must not spare him, fucking him to death is the only way… ah…”

Lan Wangji picked him up and sat him on his lap. The weight of his body caused Wei Wuxian to swallow his thing even deeper, so deep that his brows furrowed and his face twisted slightly. He quickly focused on riding Lan Wangji and adjusted his position, no longer caring about saying such reckless things.

As the sounds of flesh slapping and water became louder, Wei Ying’s cries became more and more miserable, “Lan Zhan… Lan Zhan… do you… do you hear me… it’s too deep… don’t come in all the way… my stomach hurts…”

Every time Lan Zhan entered, it was as if he wanted to stab him through. The force was so powerful and rigid, it was completely the opposite of his face. Wei Ying’s buttocks had already been knocked numb and red. His entire lower body had almost lost all feeling. He tried to move forward, but every time, he was pulled back, forced to eat Lan Zhan’s thing deep into his body. After doing this several times, he was almost out of breath, and he said intermittently, “You… you listen to me, outside, outside, there are people waiting for me, Jiang Cheng and the others… they’re still waiting for me… ah!”

Hearing this, Lan Zhan suddenly withdrew from his body and flipped him over.

Wei Ying let out a sob and immediately curled up, as if he wanted to hide himself as a little baby. The head of his thing was eight-tenths hard, on the verge of being erect, but not quite. Liquid dripped down his thighs, a beautiful sight. And the secret spot that had been forcibly used for so long was swollen and red, but it was still opening and closing irregularly, spitting out some white and red, as if it was incomparably hungry, reluctant to let the thing that had just opened him up leave.

While Wei Wuxian was held by Lan Wangji’s waist and buttocks, he was being let loose on top of him. Even at this time, Lan Wangji’s brows and eyes were still clear and beautiful. Besides his breathing being slightly disordered, just looking at his face, you couldn’t tell what he was doing, let alone guess that at this moment, his hands were holding Wei Wuxian’s buttocks, while also kneading them with great force, without controlling his strength, leaving blue and purple handprints on his full buttocks. Then, he lowered his head, and bit the bright red dot on Wei Wuxian’s left chest, lightly tearing at it with his teeth. Wei Wuxian’s thing was spitting and swallowing his member, and the wet, purple-red, long thing was appearing and disappearing in the deep crack of his buttocks, causing his scalp to go numb with pleasure.

The Lan Zhan over there stared at the half-dead Wei Ying for a while, then suddenly ripped open the clothes in front of his chest and forcefully twisted the faint red dot on his left chest, before violently burying himself inside him again.

Wei Ying had just barely gotten his breath back, and at this moment, he was so sensitive, how could he withstand this kind of treatment? With a cry of “Ooh!” his secret hole and intestines clenched tightly. Tears streamed down his face.

Lan Zhan seemed to be arguing with those two spots on his chest. He was twisting and rubbing them, making them so swollen, they stood erect, as red as blood. Every time they were treated like this, Wei Ying’s inner walls would contract fiercely once. The soft, warm intestines had clamped down on the hard thing inside, and the shape of Lan Zhan’s thing was clearly outlined.

Wei Ying cried out, “Lan Zhan, I was wrong, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have said you were inexperienced, shouldn’t have said you don’t understand. I won’t dare to teach you again. Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, do you hear me, Young Master Lan, Second Brother Lan…”

Hearing that last address, which was laced with a nasal tone, Lan Zhan’s movements slowed down. As expected, his hand became more lenient. With a dazed gaze, he moved closer to Wei Ying’s face, lightly taking the two thin lips that were pleading for mercy.

Wei Ying felt as if his lower body had been rolled over by a boulder. His intestines were hot and spicy. His waist and abdomen were sore and tight. His upper body still suffered from the torment on the two spots of his chest. He was a little muddle-headed. He suddenly felt that the attacks on his lower body had become less intense, and their foreheads were gently touching. His cool lips were close, and they tasted a little sweet. He opened his eyes, and saw Lan Zhan’s long, black eyelashes very close to his face. He was intently kissing him, as if he felt a little bit of comfort.

So, Wei Ying also opened his mouth and gently sucked on Lan Zhan’s lips, saying, “…more…”

He only meant that he wanted more kisses, but Lan Zhan had misunderstood. His lower body’s thrusting became more intense. Wei Ying hissed twice and quickly wrapped his arms around his neck, actively kissing him.

At first, Wei Ying had only felt that the thick, hard thing was scary as it was stirring around in his intestines. But after being stirred around for so long, he also began to taste a bit of something besides the pain and soreness, and he was gradually becoming interested. Especially when Lan Zhan’s slightly curved thing scraped against a certain spot on his inner wall, he felt as if his whole body was being electrocuted, and he trembled with pleasure. His head became more and more erect, and the white liquid it was secreting also became more and more. He couldn’t help but twist his waist on his own. Sometimes, when Lan Zhan wasn’t hitting the right spot, he would send his lower body up to meet him, and the calls from his mouth had changed from begging for mercy.

Wei Ying said, “…Bro… Second brother… Second Brother Lan… I… I beg you…”

Lan Zhan took a breath, his voice low, “What?”

Wei Ying cupped his face and kissed him wildly, whispering, “Put it on top, like just now, do that to my spot, okay…”

Lan Zhan did as he wished, thrusting into the place he requested. These few thrusts seemed to have hit him especially hard. Wei Ying exclaimed and his limbs suddenly clung to him tightly. He called out, “What…”

Lan Zhan had already blocked his lips, focused on kissing him.

Wei Wuxian was also in a passionate kiss with Lan Wangji, their tongues tracing the shape of each other’s lips, entangled with each other. Listening to the movements over there, Wei Wuxian said, “Hanguang-Jun, over there you came.”

The sweaty Lan Zhan held the sweaty Wei Ying in his arms and lay silently on the mat that had been crumpled into a mess. Wei Ying’s chest was heaving, and his gaze was still a bit unfocused. The two of them were still connected. His lower body was still tightly gripping Lan Zhan’s thing, and the semen that had been shot inside was also blocked, not a single drop could escape.

Wei Wuxian smiled, “Look here, should we also…”

Lan Wangji nodded and laid him