After being loved by the perverted and yandere leader (16)

When Jiang Ye heard Yan Nange say this, for some reason, this thought suddenly occurred to him for the first time.

He wants to live.

Live a long time.

I used to think that it would be nice to be able to get revenge.

As long as he could get revenge, he wouldn't have to live a day longer.

Now looking at Yan Nange's eyes, he actually wanted to live well.

Jiang Ye slowly placed his hand on the back of Yan Nange's hand, and his slender fingers with distinct joints gently stroked the back of his hand. He smiled at Yan Nange,

"Everyone is going to die."

Yan Nange looked at him as if he was about to curse him.

Jiang Ye spoke before he could, "I'll try my best."

Live as long as possible.

Yan Nange glared at him, his voice full of coldness, "Just try your best?"

"…I must be alive, huh?"

I don’t know why this guy has such a bad temper. He gets angry at the slightest provocation.

Jiang Ye thought about it and said, "I still want to continue to live with you and do whatever we want."

Continue like you have been doing these days, picking on anyone you dislike.

When others heard that they were from Wuxin Palace, they were scared to death.

Do whatever you want and be free and easy.

The person on the sickbed couldn't help but have a hint of anticipation and yearning in his eyes, and it seemed as if the bottom of his eyes were filled with shattered starlight, the glittering light was beautiful and moving.

Yan Nange felt much better at this moment, and the gloom in his heart disappeared.

He walked over and whispered in Jiang Ye's ear,

"You have beautiful eyes..."

"Give it to me?"

This sudden question startled Jiang Ye so much that he forgot to blink. He looked at Yan Nange with his cheeks slightly hot.

This stinky fox, why is he being so polite?

After a moment of confusion, Jiang Ye closed his eyes.

The bloodless pale lips were soft and smooth. When slightly opened, the white teeth could be vaguely seen.

His heart was beating wildly, and Jiang Ye was ready to suffocate.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, a light kiss suddenly fell on his eyes.

The warm and soft feeling lingered on Jiang Ye's eye skin.

The warm breath blew from Yan Nange's nose to Jiang Ye's face.

Yan Nange's teasing voice with a smile rang in Jiang Ye's ears, "Why? Are you so impatient to kiss me mouth to mouth?"

The gentle expression on Jiang Ye's face suddenly froze.

His eyes suddenly opened.

Her long and thick eyelashes swept across Yan Nange's face, which was so close to her.

He glared at Yan Nange in anger, "Palace Master Yan, don't push your luck!"

Yan Nange raised her red lips, narrowed her long and narrow eyes, and said ambiguously, "Pushing the issue further... Master is indeed a pusher."

After saying that, Yan Nange's lips, which were pressed against Jiang Ye's forehead, slowly moved down and gently covered Jiang Ye's lips.

At this moment, Yan Nange's eyes seemed to be filled with infinite tenderness.

He stared at Jiang Ye beneath him, seducing him with his enchanting beauty; even his voice was full of temptation.

"Aye's lips have no color..."

"Let me help Aye dye her red."

Jiang Ye didn't move, his body seemed to be under a spell from Yan Nange. He said nothing, but his eyes revealed his emotions.

Seeing Jiang Ye's non-resistance look, Yan Nange closed her eyes and kissed Jiang Ye's lips.

He sucked and licked gently, feeling Jiang Ye's softness and warmth. Not as passionate as the previous two times, this time Yan Nange's kiss was tender and lingering, rubbing against him slowly.

Yan Nange didn't let Jiang Ye go until his breathing became disordered and he could no longer bear it.

This time the time was too short. Jiang Ye asked subconsciously, "...you don't want to kiss me anymore?"

Maybe he had a serious illness, so his heart became fragile. He looked silly when he said this, which made him particularly endearing and tempting.

Yan Nange looked at him, with suppressed desire in his eyes.

But he tried his best to remain calm, and said with a half-smile, "Give Aye a break. Take a breath, and I'll continue."

Yan Nange was not joking. As soon as Jiang Ye adjusted his breathing, he kissed Jiang Ye's lips again.

This time, it was much hotter and more passionate than last time.

Jiang Ye was caught off guard.

But it is not rejected.

After kissing each other several times, Yan Nange took the initiative to end it all.

He rubbed Jiang Ye's hairy head, his eyes lingering in the night, as thick and deep as if splashed with ink.

"Okay, let's go to bed."

If he continues like this, he won't be able to "control the situation".

Yan Nange and Jiang Ye had slept together for the past few nights, and tonight was no exception. But it was not until Yan Nange lay down on the bed that he felt regretful.

The situation today is special, so we should avoid suspicion.

After all, we had just kissed so many times, and now I was surrounded by Jiang Ye's scent, which was really a bit unbearable.

In the darkness of the night, Jiang Ye's lips had been dyed an ambiguous red by Yan Nange's repeated torments.

He licked his lips, and in the silence, he suddenly reached out with courage that came out of nowhere, and relied on his intuition to grab Yan Nange's hand.

"What?"

Yan Nange looked at the back of Jiang Ye's head, his voice unable to hide the hoarseness and lowness.

Jiang Ye turned around and faced Yan Nange.

"...Let me help you."

Yan Nange raised his eyebrows, not believing what he heard.

But then, Jiang Ye actually reached out his hand and touched his hard and hot penis in the warm quilt.

"It's not good to hold it in."

Jiang Ye didn't dare look at Yan Nange, even at night, he withdrew his gaze, buried his head and looked into the quilt, his voice trembling,

"I am not in good health. I am afraid I cannot stand what you do, Palace Master Yan. If you use your hands, it should be OK..."

Yan Nange naturally pressed his lips to Jiang Ye's forehead. He could feel that Jiang Ye was holding him, like a starving man who was suddenly handed a piece of meat.

It was simply irresistible.

"Are you grateful that I am willing to avenge you?"

Yan Nange's interrogative voice seemed to be filled with fire.

"no."

Jiang Ye raised his head without any guilt and looked directly at Yan Nange, "I just want to see Palace Master Yan in my hands, unable to stop and unable to control herself..."

"Some people say that you, Palace Master Yan, are invincible. No one in the martial arts world has been able to rival you for so many years. You dominate the martial arts world and seem to have more face than the emperor..."

Jiang Ye said with a malicious look, "I really want to see Palace Master Yan lose to me."

Yan Nange didn't expect Jiang Ye to think this way.

Although he was surprised, his body became more sensitive and excited because of Jiang Ye's words.

He smiled ambiguously, "Aye, then just come and try, let's see whether I lose to you or you lose to me..."

…

Jiang Ye didn't get a good rest that night.

The room was filled with a faint fishy smell. Time and again, Yan Nange held his hand and led him to please himself. While doing so, she whispered in his ear,

"Aye, Aye..."

He called out again and again, with deep passion, as if he had lost his mind.

In the end, except for Jiang Ye's hands which were sore and a certain part which was half hard, the rest of his body was soft, so soft that it seemed to have turned into a pool of water.

Yan Nange's voice when she's in love is really sexy and alluring...

Jiang Ye fell into a deep sleep early in the morning.

Yan Nange, who had enjoyed a night of sweetness, couldn't sleep at all.

I was afraid that once I fell asleep, I would forget the bliss I had experienced that night.

In order to save time, Yan Nange simply did not sleep. He held the sleeping Jiang Ye in his arms, got on the carriage, and continued the last leg of the journey.

——

In the afternoon, not long after Jiang Ye woke up, the team of carriages stopped in the woods not far from Jiang's house.

Yan Nange, who was dressed in red for thousands of years, couldn't help but step forward when she saw him wake up. She whispered in Jiang Ye's ear in a sexy and charming voice,

"Aye, do you remember what happened last night?"

Jiang Ye, who just woke up: "..."

Are you afraid that he will default on his debt?

Jiang Ye looked at Yan Nange's delicate eyes filled with excitement and joy, pursed his thin lips, and couldn't bear to refuse the debt.

He glanced out the window and changed the subject, "The carriage has stopped. Has this reached the Jiang family's territory?"

Today, Jiang Ye's health is as poor as ever.

He looked like a sickly person, with a pale face except for his lips, which were red in an unnatural way.

Yan Nange stroked Jiang Ye's lips, looked at the bright red, and raised the corners of his lips with pride and satisfaction.

"arrive."

As soon as Jiang Ye stepped out of the carriage, he started coughing.

The wind outside was strong and my frail body could not withstand the damage. A chill penetrated into my body.

Yan Nange could only see his rosy lips and his face which was as pale as usual. He probably had no idea how uncomfortable Jiang Ye's body was.

All my limbs were not only cold, but also painful.

I heard that people can actually sense their death before they die, and they can feel that they are about to die.

Jiang Ye's wide sleeves covered his wrists, which were already covered with red lines. He coughed for a long time before suppressing the fishy smell rising in his chest.

"Is the condition serious?" Yan Nange suddenly became nervous upon seeing this.

"Let Xue Yi investigate..."

"No."

Jiang Ye interrupted Yan Nange and said calmly, "You also know that Xue Yi can't cure this poison. Even if he sees it, he can't cure it."

"Instead of that, we might as well go to the Jiang family and see if we can find the antidote from Jiang Qishan."

These are the words Yan Nange wants to hear.

However, the only thought in Jiang Ye's mind was not to rush to find an antidote, but to watch Jiang Qishan suffer a fate worse than death before he died.

Yan Nange was about to speak when Jiang Ye reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

Jiang Ye, who was frail and looked sick, spoke in a low voice, "Yan Nange, carry me on your back."

He seemed to be running out of strength.

Yan Nange looked into Jiang Ye's eyes.

Jiang Ye's face was extremely pale, almost transparent, but there was a gleam of light between his brows, and it was obvious that he had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

Yan Nange did not carry Jiang Ye on his back. He directly picked Jiang Ye up and held him in his arms.

"It's warmer in Grandpa's arms."

Jiang Ye felt a little embarrassed, but there was nothing to worry about at this point. He smiled and said, "That's fine. This way I look more valuable."

"When I walk in, the Jiang family will definitely be very afraid of me."

Yan Nange held Jiang Ye in his arms and walked to the front door of the Jiang family.

The Jiang family is a martial arts family. Their buildings are as grand and majestic as a palace. There are at least a hundred people living in the mansion alone, and not only do most of them know martial arts, but those who do are also figures in the martial arts world who cannot be underestimated.

A man in red stood at the door of Jiang's house. There was no one behind him and no weapon in his hands.

He held the person in his arms, his face shrouded in the cold wind and frost.

"Who are you? What are you doing standing at the Jiang family's door?"

The guard at the Jiang family's gate looked at the man in red in front of him uneasily, and a trace of fear rose up in his heart instinctively.

That person should

"The Palace Master of Wuxin Palace, Yan Nange, is here to collect a debt."