"Quia, my lord." Tsurumaru sneered. "You picked me up, then left me alone and ignored me. Sir, you are definitely an irresponsible man!!" Probably due to the effect of alcohol, Tsurumaru's tone became even more excited. Holding the knife in one hand, he moved towards Chu Yun step by step.
"That..." Chu Yu had no choice but to retreat step by step, but the mountain road was originally steep, and soon his back was leaning against a tree.
"Tsurumaru?"
"I hate irresponsible people like you!" His tone was strong, but his cheeks were covered with a bright blush. With blurred eyes, he pressed against Chu Yu's chest, holding the knife in his left hand and holding his right hand behind his back. Although the words he spoke were complaints, his face had a coquettish expression. The voice gradually began to tremble.
"T-Tsurumaru?"
"Sir... I hate it the most." Hemaru rubbed his cheek against Chu Yu's chest a few times. Still not satisfied, his hands gradually moved up Chu Yu's strong back until they touched his neck.
Now that the two of them were tightly attached to each other, Chu Yun could clearly feel Tsurumaru's growing desire pressing against the same part of his body. Chu Yu moved uncomfortably, but stopped when he saw Tsurumaru staring at him with an angry expression.
Don't move, my lord! The shape of his mouth probably meant this, but he didn't make a sound. He bit the muscles of Chu Yu's waist and refused to let go.
The blood all over his body solidified in an instant.
"Tsurumaru..." His breathing began to be disordered. He only heard a soft sound, and a thick fog rose behind him.
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