Everyone is Secretly in Love with Me

People have seven emotions and six desires.

Lust has always been the part that humans cannot avoid.

In the bath that night, after the initial tide of love passed, Lin Zhizhi still gritted his teeth and restrained the idea of ​​wanting Cang Lun to stretch out his hand—his hand was pinched tightly into the flesh, and his fingertips were pressed hard. Bai, suppressed that impulse by pain.

Lord Mozun looked at him for a long while, after all, he couldn't bear to watch him continue. The man walked over, grabbed his hand, and the white light flashed without leaving a trace. After healed, Canglun didn't let go, playing with the other's beautiful fingers, coaxing in a low voice, "Really not?"

The young boy's moist black eyes looked a little dull under the rendering of desire. It seemed that it took him a lot of effort to figure out the problem of the man in front of him. He grabbed the other's hand and said coldly, "Don't touch me."

His voice was cold, but because of the unspeakable sight at this time, he was hoarse and unconsciously hooked.

The man dragged him along, and the water in his dark red eyes was shining, and he looked up at him for some reason, giving the illusion of affection. He lowered his head, kissed him on the lips, and made a move that scared Lin Zhizhi and caught him.

...

The posture of Lord Mozun is almost a low-pitched service-no man with high authority would easily do this kind of thing for others himself.

In fact, this was the first time for Canglun. When he made this action with a hot head for a while, his mood flashed in a flash of surprise.

Because of Canglun's special technique, he has not been so close to people for a long time. To be precise, since he remembered, he had never had such contact with outsiders. Cang Lun was a bit similar to Xuanhua in this respect, and he hated that someone invaded his private territory.

But this feeling of surprise became insignificant when he saw the eyes of the boy in front of him at that moment. The man gave a low laugh, accelerated his movements, and finally swallowed the other party's liquid with satisfaction. Master Mozun wiped the corners of his lips, leaned forward and kissed the other's lips: "Unhappy?"

Lin Zhizhi did not speak, and took a few breaths. Although he was relieved just now, he quickly reacted again under the opponent's actions. And to make matters worse, he vaguely smelled the scent of physique attack...

Cang Lun's appearance seemed easy to do, but only he knew how excited he was now—he was about to get the person in front of him.

Imagination alone was enough to make him feel a mood he had never felt before.

The man took the boy by the waist, put his upper body against the pool, and leaned over to press it up.

Bright flower petals floated on the water in the pool, and a few pieces fell on the soaked robe, bringing out ten percent of the beautiful scenery.

...

After that time, Canglun's attitude began to become a little strange. He would pester Lin Zhizhi's needs, but he would really stop when he refused. And compared to the horrible strength of smashing him to death at the beginning, the movements are also much gentler-as if they were a pair of lovers.

The most terrifying thing is that he will ask some infinite questions-

The black-haired boy was sitting on a chair in the main hall of the magic palace and stroked the flower tree in front of the window with one hand for a moment. Lord Mozun walked behind him, with dark light flowing in his red eyes, kissed his hair affectionately, watched his movements, suddenly said quietly, "I saw it that day."

Lin Zhizhi was immersed in his thoughts at that time, and he didn't notice Cang Lun's approach at all.

——Young Master Lin's current attitude towards Canglun is to obey the other party in general and seize every opportunity to escape.

During this period of time, he escaped a total of three times, the furthest one was when he touched the threshold of the main gate of the Demon Palace-and then he was caught by Cang Lun and forced him to **** on the bed.

Lin Zhizhi is not afraid of this now, he has already seen it-it's cool anyway(?), he has no lover, there is no such thing as chastity, just take a few bites by a dog-really let him It was Canglun who felt more and more strange.

Canglun is the Demon Venerable, and he is a base-building human race that is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Demon Race. If Canglun's consciousness has always been in Yaxuan's body, then why does he look at himself differently?

Demon Lord has never been a talkative ruler. He was more cruel than Xuanhua, and he was a figure who came out of the blood and bones of the Demon Realm. After Lin Zhizhi stayed in the magic palace for three days, he had already seen Cang Lun cruelly dispose of no fewer than hundreds of people, many of whom had been specially designed to seduce him.

Judging from the trembling attitude of the rest of the demon palace towards Lin Zhizhi, Cang Lun was afraid that he did not bring people back to the demon palace. There is no reason for a legend like this who has lived for thousands of years to molest himself from the beginning. Although the young master of the Lin family is full of confidence, he doesn't think he is handsome enough to make you fall in love at first sight.

Lin Zhizhi thought about it carefully these few days, and finally got in touch with the reason why he would come to Yuntian Continent: the demons' raid. The two demons could kill him on the spot, but they had to force him into the ancient teleportation formation like a cat and a mouse. After Biyunmen recovered his spiritual power, Lin Zhizhi also went to the ancient teleportation formation, but found that it had been destroyed from the other side...

If it weren't for the memory from childhood to childhood, there was no vagueness, Lin Zhizhi would really think about it with extreme fear, thinking that Cang Lun had known him a long time ago. But if it were not for this reason, why would it be? Cang Lun's favorability level has not changed, and the asterisk before the index clearly shows his special...

The black-haired boy was carefully combing his veins back and forth, and suddenly the man squeezed his wrist.

Lin Zhizhi: "...?"

In Lin Zhizhi's questioning eyes, Cang Lun changed his posture to better embrace him in his arms and looked at his profile: "You are not listening to me...who are you thinking of?"

There is no normal daylight in the Demon Realm, even if it is daytime, it is still filled with fog. In the magic palace of negative test, Lin Zhizhi is like a light source, warm, bright, and firm, never shaken by external forces, attracting the eyes of all creatures.

Even when he was in bed, he never deceived himself to cover up those reactions. He accepted it frankly, and then resolutely threw it away. After getting out of bed, he turned his face and refused to recognize anyone (...), everything walked at his own pace, and nothing could really defeat him.

Lin Zhizhi shook his head, without answering Cang Lun's words: "What did you just say?"

The man hugged him tighter again, rubbed his high nose against his cheek, and his tone softened: "I saw it-your master wanted you to be his Taoist companion that day."

Lin Zhizhi: "..."

——I always feel a bad feeling...

"If I don't show up, would you agree?" The man buried his face in the boy's hair, jealous.

Lin Zhizhi answered quickly: "No."

"...What if it's me?"

"will not."

To Lin Zhi's expectation, Cang Lun didn't have the urge to get into a rage and press him on the bed again this time. Instead, he was even more horrifying and quiet: "Is there anyone in this world who can make you nod?"

"Zhizhi, I asked you once before, and now I want to ask the second time." Before Lin Zhizhi could answer, Cang Lun sighed silently. His voice was melancholy and pleasant, hitting Lin Zhizhi's eardrum again and again, and he turned his head to look at Cang Lun from below.

The man’s dark red eyes contain some emotions that he still can’t understand, sadness and unspeakable emotions, like a red blood moon that has settled for a thousand years, and his thin lips slowly open and close: "You don’t feel that you lack the love of your lover. Ability?"

His tone was really light and heavy, forcing Lin Zhizhi to follow his words carefully and meditate for a long time before answering: "I really don't have a person-but this is normal, isn't it? Many monks have been unable to find a partner throughout their lives. ."

Canglun didn't answer him, but gently covered his eyes with his palm, and gently gave the boy a kiss without any lust.

"Do you...know me?" Lin Zhizhi asked vaguely when the tip of the other party's tongue slammed into his teeth.

"...Knowing?" Cang Lun seemed to laugh, and swept away those rare melancholy, lazily holding the tip of his tongue, "Yes, look, aren't we just getting to know each other?"

Lin Zhizhi wanted to say something more, but was forcibly dragged into the turbulent sentiment by the other's moving fingers. He had only time to say: "The window is open, someone will see--"

"It's okay, no one will see it." Cang Lun pushed himself in inch by inch and pecked on the other's lips, "This is more exciting, isn't it?"

-Exciting a ghost?

Lin Zhizhi cursed in his heart, and his reason was shattered by the opponent's actions.

...

After several tumblings, the man did a simple cleaning for Lin Zhizhi and carried him back to the bed. He was lying on his side, supporting his cheek with one hand, looking at him silently.

Even at the time of climax, Lord Mozun is also very clear-although he hopes that he can be a little confused, his reason clearly reminds him: no matter how close he is to this person now, their hearts have never been together. .

Even when he was most emotional, Lin Zhizhi never took the initiative to kiss him once.

The dark clouds outside the window thickened and dispersed, and the blood-colored moon was high above, looking down the Demon Realm forever.

The veritable master of the devil has a pair of eyes the same color as it, like the most beautiful ruby, sealing some secrets that only he knows.

-"I" do know you.

In countless days and nights, before the beginning of the disaster.