His breath was filled with an excessively strong masculine scent.
Luo Ling felt a little dizzy.
A light mist welled up in his eyes, making them look hazy, like a small animal that had been caught by a hunter and was quite helpless.
His fingers involuntarily tightened around Murong Jiu's clothes, but he forgot to push him away, letting him do as he pleased.
The system, monitoring the next melodramatic plot point in space, watched the detectors flashing incessantly.
It had collected the male protagonist's soul fluctuations in the previous dimension, which is why it discovered that the male protagonist's fluctuations in this dimension were not quite right.
The detector he had been using to analyze the male protagonist's soul fluctuations, which had been failing to produce any results, had now merged these fluctuations with those of the male protagonist from the previous world.
What does this tell us?
This means the male protagonist of this world is Zong Yujin from the previous world!
Its trashy host actually got it right.
It quickly crawled out, wanting to tell its host.
As soon as he poked his head out, he quickly retreated, muttering, "Don't look at what's improper, don't look at what's improper."
Luo Miao, who had been lost in his reverie, suddenly snapped back to reality, his face turning as red as a ripe apple.
It's just as delicious as freshly pampered red lips.
Murong Jiu's eyes darkened, and the hand stroking his cheek slowly increased in pressure.
"My dear minister, let me serve you in bed tonight."
The scorching heat spread across Luo Miao's red ears, causing him to tremble.
The fire inside him was bursting forth uncontrollably.
When he opened his mouth to say something, he realized that his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.
"Since you remain silent, I will take that as your agreement."
Murong Jiu didn't give him a chance to refuse, picked him up horizontally, and strode into the palace.
The gaze suddenly shifted, instantly pulling Luo Miao back to his senses.
His forehead bulged out.
Why does everyone like to hug him? He's almost 180 pounds, so he's not considered heavy, right? (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
But...
The person holding him is almost nineteen.
This is truly heartbreaking.
Murong Jiu, his heart pounding with excitement, placed the person on the large dragon bed, and only then did his tense nerves begin to relax a little.
Looking down at the person beneath him, with porcelain-white skin and bright red silk robes spread out on the large yellow bed, Murong Jiu nervously swallowed.
Luo Miao saw clearly the movement of Adam's apple and felt his throat start to itch for no reason.
Feeling the weight gradually pressing down on him, his mind suddenly skipped a beat.
Is he going to be suppressed again?!
He's clearly so dominant!
Before he could even think of retaliating, his lips were blocked again, and a powerful tongue invaded once more.
Then, his clothes were torn haphazardly.
The hurried movements gradually became rough.
'Tear'
A piece of clothing is ruined.
But none of this was enough to attract his attention; a large hand, which had somehow crept into his clothes, was constantly igniting a fire.
In the flickering candlelight, beneath the bright yellow bed curtains, two figures intertwined.
In the cool night, a fiery passion was added.
The moonlight was just right, and they played another kind of decadent melody in its glow.
...
The bright sun shone through the open window, and the person who was sleeping soundly under the covers frowned uncomfortably.
He wanted to turn over to avoid the light.
As soon as he moved, he gasped in shock.
People were also startled awake.
Luo Miao opened his eyes with difficulty, and immediately saw a face so handsome it could shatter the heavens.
He paused for a moment, then immediately stretched out his wicked foot and kicked hard.
'Bang'
A heavy object fell to the ground.
"Hmm?" A puzzled whisper came from under the bed.
Luo Miao glared at him fiercely, his face dark with anger.
Where is he supposed to be on top?
result...