Ba Ye's lips were very thin, and the cold lips felt a little itchy under the bridge of the adjutant's nose. He used his tongue to pry open the adjutant's mouth, but the movement of his tongue stopped under the adjutant's teeth, and he seemed to shrink back shyly.
The rare underwater warmth on the tip of Ba Ye's tongue made the adjutant nostalgic, making him forget the initial discomfort of close contact between men. He cooperated with Master Ba's exhalation and inhalation, and the feeling of being released from the pressure in his chest was so comfortable that the adjutant almost forgot about the movements of his hands. They both held each other tightly, absorbing each other's warmth.
The eighth master began to fall, and the adjutant had already fallen. Maybe it was when he was looking for Buddha in Baiqiao Village, and the eighth master snoring next to him was very cute; maybe it was when the eighth master jumped from the tomb wall into his arms, because he was afraid that he would show extra dependence on him; maybe it was when the eighth master knocked himself on the head again and again, inexplicably Miaoti wanted to be honest and obedient in front of him; maybe it was when Ba Ye inserted the dagger into his palm behind his back that he clearly heard the sound of heartbreak in his chest at that moment... Maybe... They had met, known each other, loved each other in the previous life... And then met in the next life, but when he was reincarnated, Ba Ye entered the wrong reincarnation path.
It would be great if time could stay at this moment. Ba Ye didn't dare to let go, and the adjutant didn't want to let go...
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