Su Mu Ling

"The cold and beautiful senior brother Su Qihan is only gentle to his junior brother Mu Yan! So sweet~" The Xuantian Sword Sect's senior brother Su Qihan, who came out of the dust coldly, only asked for anything he wanted from the little junior brother he picked up. It was his brother who tucked him in late at night, but he refused to admit the tenderness that had already crossed the line. "Zi Yu~ Your baby name is so cute." Mu Yan always liked to stick behind him and act coquettishly. "Nonsense." Su Qihan slapped his hand away from his waist, but his ears turned red. The drunken boy pushed even further: "Call me brother, and I will go back obediently~" He sighed helplessly, and finally carried the man who smelled of alcohol indulgently on his back. When the moonlight spread over his shoulders, the hem of the monk's robe swept across the corners of the young man's secretly raised lips. No one expected that Mu Yan, who was gifted but had low spiritual power, would fall into the devil's path due to an accident. In the middle of the night, someone from the Demon Palace kidnapped Su Qihan. In the swaying red candle, the former soft and waxy junior brother was dressed in black clothes. His fingertips lifted his chin. There was paranoia in his eyes: "Su Qihan, from today on, be my Demon Lord's wife." Senior Brother Qing Leng angrily denounced it as "ridiculous", but he was shocked in his heart - it turned out that the indulgence in those years was no longer a simple friendship between senior brothers. And the young man's words were filled with undeniable possessiveness: "I have never wanted more than senior brother..."