Translator: churnie

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　　For many years, he has been pursuing a.s.siduous practice of sword practicing rules, except for The King’s command to practice sword well, he has no other focus in life. About making love thingy, although it’s not filthy according to him, but it was not something worth wasting time to indulge.

　　But the moment the man’s lips touched his skin, he seemed to be caught in the abyss.

　　He didn’t know that the human lips could have this kind of magic, it’s better than the sharp sword, can make him feel weak. The numbness that he has never experienced before pa.s.ses through and hits his waist painfully.

　　For this direct and brand-new attack, Ziyan didn’t know how to fight back and shouts messily, “He Di! You… f.u.c.k… f.u.c.k off…”

　　His strength was taken away by the embarra.s.sment and shame that he had never seen before, and the powerless twisting and resistance were only met a more violent suppressing.

　　“This little virgin, just kissing his chest’s buds so casually, he was trembling with excitement.” The man above raised his head slightly and squinted his eyes narrowly.

　　He holds Ziyan’s wrists with one hand and fix it on top of his head, the other hand touches his lower back erotically.

　　“Sure enough, your waist is slightly stiffened.”

　　The ridiculous teasing made Ziyan feels ashamed.

　　He stuck in dilemma and puzzled with horror.

　　Is his waist really stiffened?

　　He vaguely knows that this stiffened waist is certainly not a good thing, is his own determination as vulnerable as those who are weak-willed?

　　He Di gives him no room for contemplation and his palms slip over his st.u.r.dy back, go up greedily, move to the flat belly.

　　Staring at Ziyan’s unsteady eyes, gradually moving down inch by inch.

　　Ziyan began to dare not believe and hold his breath to endure, when He Di’s fingers got under his belt, he finally can’t help but speak. “Stop it! You…”

　　He Di looks at him interestingly and motions him to continue.

　　Thinking of his own heavy responsibility, a moment of willfulness may ruin the Duke Ming, who is very important for the Great King, the fighting spirit that Ziyan finally stirred up is weakened.

　　“If you want to change the clothes, just change the clothes.” Ziyan swallows his saliva uncomfortably, “Don’t touch the place you shouldn’t touch.”

　　He Di smiles and condescend strange sight stays on Ziyan for a long time, makes Ziyan goose b.u.mps.

　　This kind of feeling is like a rabbit held by a wolf, humiliating and infuriating.

　　He Di suddenly fall his mouth to his ear.

　　“What place that shouldn’t be touched?” He Di asks maliciously.

　　“You…Hmph.” Ziyan turns from embarra.s.sment to angry look for being teased, he raises his sharp eyebrows, not to look at his face.

　　He Di smiles shamelessly. “If you don’t tell me, how can this Prince know which places should be touched and which places should not be touched?”

　　Knowing that he has become a plaything for the other person, Ziyan is even more angry.

　　However forcing resistance and sarcastic repartee can only infuriating He Di and undermine the current agreement. After much deliberation, what Ziyan can do now is to close his eyes and squeeze his lips tightly without compromising.

　　“If you don’t say, I’m going to touch it.”

　　The fingers that have been inserted into the seam of the trousers slowly explore like a snake with poisonous teeth.

　　“Here? Or…here?”

　　The skin covered by the cloth seems to be warmer, emitting the vitality and the energy inside the blood of a swordsman. He Di looks at Zi Yan’s silent resistance with a smile, the inexperienced virgin actually can be this charming, always thought that tightly closing his legs can stop everything.