Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Song Qingshi got the information sent by Xianjun Ye Lin and was silent.

He has studied physiological hygiene and felt that it is very simple to do this kind of thing between men and women, but he did not expect that the complexity between men has doubled several times, and it takes so many strange fancy tricks to satisfy the invading party.

Xueba must achieve full marks in everything he does, and learn no matter how difficult it is.

He seized the time waiting for the results of the new petri dish of the black death butterfly, found a new notebook, and began to look through the information book, draw important points, and make notes.

First of all, he determined that his spiritual root is very suitable for conveying his cultivation base with the furnace cauldron method. If the accident he considered did not happen, or the Yuan Ying is not broken, try to persuade Yue Wuhuan to accept part of his cultivation base. , Increase self-protection ability.

Yue Wuhuan's restraint of desire has reached the point of serious self-harm.

This is a dangerous signal, and he must not be allowed to develop.

Psychological problems are not as good as sparse. Rather than letting him continue to evade anxiously, the harm is getting more and more serious. It is better to try desensitization therapy to directly let him face the root of his anxiety.

The more Wuhuan needs to understand, it is not terrible that he has desires for the person he likes. What he wants to do is not to hurt the other person. Although it may be painful, he is willing to be happy.

But... is it so difficult for the recipient? There are a lot of difficult postures and gameplays that are painful to watch.

The more Song Qingshi looked at the information, the more entangled he became. He wasn't sure what Yue Wuhuan liked, but it's better to start simple as a novice, and try what he can do first.

He also studied the storybook carefully and recorded professional words suitable for the bedside and lines that would make the invader happy. There are many invaders in the storybook who like to ask questions when they are doing it, and the receiver can add them if they answer correctly. Minute.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

If Yue Wuhuan has to ask questions, what should he do if the car rolls over?

All possible questions and answers must be prepared and memorized well.

All kinds of plasters and wound medicines should also be prepared. No matter how tragic the situation is, it must not be painful, nor can it be injured and unable to move like the original situation, otherwise it will lose the face of the Yuan Ying monk, and it will become worse. The psychological shadow of these things.

Song Qingshi prepared for a few days and made sure that everything was okay. He directly opened the divine mind to determine the position of Yue Wuhuan. When late at night, he returned to his room and ran to find someone.

Yue Wuhuan would not find a substitute for Tianxin Bamboo for a while, fearing that the Lord's climbing on the bed and kissing would make him lose control, so he casually found an excuse to avoid it.

Song Qingshi felt anxious, and the flame barrier rose, directly blocking the way of retreat. He bit the bullet and said: "Let's talk."

Yue Wuhuan was forced to retreat and asked: "What's the matter?"

Song Qingshi quickly replied: "Tianxinzhu."

"As the Lord sees, my body is extremely unbearable, and it is easy to have desires." The more Wuhuan knows that his secrets have been exposed, he can't escape, and can only be desperate and honest. "I'm afraid I can't control my reason, shameless, and do it to you. Those dirty things, so I need Tianxin Bamboo."

Song Qing questioned: "Dirty and dirty?"

He always thought that he was a little white, and the more experienced he was, he knew everything. "Dirty" was a symbolic meaning, representing the trauma of the body and soul after being forced, and the ugly heart. Now he finally realized that Yue Wuhuan had never received orthodox health education, coupled with the constant verbal humiliation, and was forced to confess to being stray, so that he regarded his normal body reaction as a scourge, resisting instinct, fearing to be lusted again. And be humiliated.

Desire is a normal need of human beings, but it requires you to fulfill your wishes and conduct relevant activities in compliance with laws and regulations.

Song Qingshi decided to give him a good lesson to explain the physiological structure of the human body and the correct knowledge of physiological hygiene. He started talking about human evolution, with drawings of the body structure, and added some sociological and ethical content by the way. He talked about it for more than an hour, and almost forgot what he was here for.

Yue Wuhuan was dumbfounded and struggling to death: "We are different, my body... has a very strong desire for you, but you have no desire for me, your body is too clean and you don't understand anything..."

This contrast is too tragic...

He couldn't face it, and hated himself even more.

Song Qingshi realized his escape and decisively branded a deep kiss on his lips.

Yue Wuhuan was dizzy by the kiss.

Song Qingshi is very good at studying. These days he kisses sooner or later. Under Yue Wuhuan's teaching, he gradually mastered the skills to make the two happy. Now he has returned the full score test paper.

Yue Wuhuan felt his body gradually heat up. He was afraid of embarrassment and wanted to push away the person who was close to him, but found that the other person's body also reacted differently.

"Wuhuan, do you feel it?" Song Qingshi let go of him and whispered: "I have desires for you, but I am too slow to show how to show it. I am also afraid, and you don't like it."

Yue Wuhuan gasped and said, "I like it."

Song Qingshi kissed him again, took a deep breath, and resolutely said: "Don't use Tianxin Bamboo, you can do anything to me, I'm not afraid of pain."

"Do you know what you are talking about?" Yue Wuhuan understood what he meant, and desperately restrained his little reason, trying to make him give up. "You are a man, don't you feel ashamed to bear this kind of thing?"

"No," Song Qingshi thought for a while and replied, "I only do these things with people I like, and I'm not ashamed."

The more Wuhuan I can't believe it: "Like?"

Song Qingshi looked at him seriously: "Wuhuan, I like you."

This sentence, which had been delusional countless times, brought him back to the most beautiful illusion.

Yue Wuhuan stared at the only shadow in the boy's clear eyes, feeling that he could hear the sound of his heartbeat.

The real world overlaps with the world of illusion...

The shackles in his heart were loosening one by one, the beast of desire was roaring, and the lock of affection seemed to have lost its effectiveness. He actually forgot to restrain his feelings...

Song Qingshi realized that his body was stretched to the limit, took out a few bottles of plasters and wound medicine, and handed them into his palm: "Don't be afraid, I won't get hurt."

The more Wuhuan used only a trace of reason, murmured: "In Qing Dynasty, you can't..."

Song Qingshi untied the vestments. He was like a gift. He opened the overlapping packages, revealing the purest heart inside, and gave all of himself to the person he liked, so as to leave the deepest mark on his heart.

The more Wuhuan couldn't look away.

"Wuhuan, what kind of posture do you want to do to me?" Song Qingshi remembered the information and key points he had compiled. He took a peek at the cheat sheet. He felt too difficult and a little frustrated. He decided to give the choice to the experienced counterparty. , "Should I lie down? On my stomach? Kneeling? Or tied up?"

The strings in Yue Wuhuan's mind all broke.

The Blood King Vine drilled out from all directions, wrapped around Song Qingshi's hands and feet, grabbed the whole person and controlled it in the palm of his hand. He gently sniffed the long-awaited fragrance of medicine between his neck, his voice trembling and hoarse: "You regret it's too late, do you really know what you are doing?"

"I know," Song Qingshi thought about the standard answer in the script, "I owe the day."

The more Wuhuan’s eyes showed horrible madness. The beautiful moles of tears were almost bleeding under the stimulation of desire. The hungry beast that had been hiding for many years was finally released from the cage. He was really hungry and too hungry. It is necessary to slowly lick the prey that is dreaming about, use the tongue to slowly desecrate it with the paw, and swallow the lower abdomen in the last bite, leaving no room for turning.

The flawless white paper was finally stained...

It's all his breath.

...

Early the next morning, Song Qingshi woke up in the entanglement of the Blood King Vine. He tried to move and found that he was tightly bound to Yue Wuhuan's heart.

Yue Wuhuan released all the desires he had suppressed for a long time. He had done everything he had to do. He didn't dream of those fearful scenes anymore. His spirit was slightly relaxed. All the years of exhaustion came up, and he fell asleep deeply.

Song Qingshi didn't want to wake up his rare deep sleep, so he stopped moving, stuck to his heart, counted the sound of his heartbeat, and reflected on whether he could pass his performance last night.

He pretended to be calm, but he was actually quite nervous.

This kind of thing is far less painful than he imagined. It seems quite comfortable. The wonderful feeling I don’t know how to describe is that the more Wuhuan’s control is too strong, his body completely loses control, too sensitive and too stimulating. , So he couldn't help crying, a bit embarrassing.

In the second half, he was dizzy and a little dysfunctional. Yue Wuhuan seemed to be asking him if he could not bear it, should he stop. Fortunately, he still remembered the standard answer in the book, struggling to answer: "More." "Kill me." "So comfortable."

Then, the more Wuhuan seems to be crazier...

His mind is blank and he doesn't know anything anymore.

Song Qingshi thought for a long time and felt that he had not made any serious mistakes. He originally wanted to do the follow-up cleaning and medicine application by himself, but Yue Wuhuan snatched it with a black face and resolutely forbid him to touch it.

If this kind of thing is done, he can be considered off the order, right?

Song Qingshi thought happily.

...

Yue Wuhuan awoke until late in his sleep. Before opening his eyes, he still felt that last night was a better dream. Although he finally lost control, Song Qingshi in the dream was very gentle this time, even if his true face was terrifying. , Did not run away, did not beg for mercy, and even encouraged him to do whatever he wanted, which eventually made him completely out of control.

This dream is not so guilt, it is very satisfying.

Hope to do it again.

Yue Wuhuan opened his eyes and looked at Song Qingshi lying on his body, his whole body was covered with hickey and bite marks, and there were many tie marks on his hands and feet that he had left with the Blood King Vine when he finally lost control.

Song Qingshi saw him wake up and kissed him: "Good morning."

The more Wuhuan was stiff, his sane mind became chaotic...

The madness of last night was not a dream, what terrible thing did he do? He vaguely remembered that he had done too much, making people cry without stopping, but was irritated even more crazy, and said a lot of shameless things.

Now that the fire came over, he definitely died unjustly.

Yue Wuhuan quickly took the Blood King Vine back and waited nervously for the final judgment.

Song Qingshi got up and moved his body. In the script, he said that if he was too crazy, his body would be sore. He felt that it was exaggerated. The monk’s recovery ability was so good. As far as this point, Yue Wuhuan also handled it very gently in the early stage. He just had some slight lacerations. It will be better soon.

Xianjun Ye Lin has explained that he should be gentle with Yue Wuhuan and don't hurt him.

When he actually operated it, he realized that he would have the urge to grab and bite the opponent when he was excited. He restrained it very hard, and finally couldn't help Yue Wuhuan's shoulders.

Song Qingshi leaned over to look at the wound. It felt okay, not deep, at most two points were deducted.

The more Wuhuan sees that he is not angry, and the more disturbed, he can't control it well, this kind of small wounds are left more, printed on the snow-like skin, it looks a bit shocking.

Song Qingshi noticed his gaze, looked at the marks on his body, and smiled: "It's okay, my capillaries are rich, and they leave marks after touching them. In fact, it doesn't hurt. A little medicine will disappear soon."

Yue Wuhuan asked carefully: "Don't you think I have done too much?"

Song Qingshi put on his clothes and said relaxedly: "It's good, I thought it would be more terrifying, but I didn't expect Wuhuan to be gentle and painless."

Yue Wuhuan looked at him satisfied, and the whole person was stunned. He suddenly saw a cheat sheet on Song Qingshi’s sleeves, which seemed to be his preparation for this matter. There were several details on it that he wanted to try. Each of his fancy styles is... his unexpected heavy taste, two of which he has never seen before.

He got it...

The phantom Gu really has false elements.

The teenager he likes doesn't like the gentle and considerate in the illusion, and prefers crazy and novel fancy?

So, no matter how crazy he plays on the bedclothes?