Yan Sikong suddenly felt his mouth dry and his heart began to beat wildly. He felt Feng Ye's warm and soft lips lingering on his neck, and the arms around his waist kept tightening, as if trying to unite the two of them into one.

The images that had once lingered on me were released from the depths of my sealed memory and flooded into my mind.

People have seven emotions and six desires, but he put the most useless desire for sex at the lowest level. He wandered around the world when he was young, and entered the government when he was young. He went in and out of countless brothels, but he always restrained himself from being dominated by desire, no matter whether the other party was a man or a woman. There was only one person who made him unable to restrain himself, and did not want to restrain himself, and brought him to experience the ultimate happiness in the world.

This man had given him pure and unreserved love, but had also pushed him into the abyss. He had also defended the city for him, blocked arrows for him, and even gave up the throne that was within his grasp.

After being entangled in pain for half their lives, they still can't bear to let go of each other.

Now this person was hugging him tightly, and every kiss that fell on his skin was like a burning fire, awakening his long-frozen desire.

He struggled to turn around in Feng Ye's arms, resting his hands on his broad chest, staring at Feng Ye's eyes full of love without blinking.

Feng Ye was like a long-hungry wolf that finally saw its prey, with a passionate light in his eyes. However, under Yan Sikong's gaze, his urgency turned into hesitation, and hesitation gradually turned into disappointment. He lowered his eyes, unwilling to let go, but not daring to be presumptuous. He whispered, "Kong'er, don't you want to?"

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye deeply: "I'm just worried about your injury."

"My wound has healed." Feng Ye's drooping eyebrows showed grievance, "If you don't want to, I won't force you. You don't need any excuses."

"Why should I make excuses?" Yan Sikong unconsciously grabbed the front of Feng Ye's shirt and scolded, "If you hadn't been so willful, your injury would have healed long ago."

Speaking of this, Feng Ye couldn't help feeling a little guilty. He lowered his head and said nothing.

"Do you still dare? Your Highness the King of Zhenbei." Yan Sikong saw Feng Ye's awkward look. Compared with the domineering and cold King of Zhenbei in front of others, he was like two different people. He couldn't help but laugh, but he held back his laughter.

"I don't dare anymore." Feng Ye reluctantly loosened his grip on Yan Sikong and said sullenly.

Yan Sikong raised the corner of his lips slightly, took a deep breath, moved forward a little, and whispered in Feng Ye's ear: "Prince."

Feng Ye was stunned and didn't react at all for a moment.

The next moment, a distant memory suddenly came back, and the voice of a young boy who had not yet lost his youth rang in his ears - "If you dare to call me 'Prince' in private, I will kiss you."

Feng Ye's eyes became hot, he held the back of Yan Sikong's head and tightly blocked those soft lips!

Yan Sikong hugged Feng Ye's neck with both arms and responded emotionally.

The four lips rolled and sucked passionately and roughly, and the soft tongues entangled with each other more flexibly, greedily demanding each other's breath, and pouring out unspeakable desire.

Feng Ye bent over and picked up Yan Sikong, biting his lower lip gently as he strode towards the bed. He placed him on the bed and pressed down with his tall body.

This kiss was already confusing. Yan Sikong held Feng Ye's face, his heart beating as fast as a drum. He panted and said, "It's still daylight..."

"So what." Feng Ye pulled off the hairpin on Yan Sikong's head, letting the dark hair spread on the bed. His eyes were burning with lust, "Day or night, what's the difference? I can fuck you all the time, I can turn your day and night upside down... Kong'er, do you know how much I miss you?"

Yan Sikong stared into Feng Ye's sharp and deep wolf eyes: "Tell me now."

Feng Ye tore off Yan Sikong's clothes. Although he was prepared, seeing the ugly scar again still made his heart tighten.

Yan Sikong also looked a little uncomfortable. Normally, he did not think these injuries were a problem, except that they affected his appearance. However, he could not help feeling embarrassed when exposing his body, no matter who he was in front of.

Feng Ye stretched out his hand, and with trembling hands he touched the piece of flesh that had been burned by fire, stroking it inch by inch and bit by bit.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Yan Sikong said softly, but he didn't know whether he was talking to Feng Ye or to himself.

It's over. It doesn't hurt anymore.

Feng Ye's eyes were filled with sadness. When he imagined Yan Sikong being burned by the flames, he also felt his heart burning. Every time he saw these scars, he would recall everything that the person he cherished most had experienced, and he was the culprit.

This will be the greatest punishment in his life.

Feng Ye leaned over, pressed his thin lips against the fierce skin, and kissed it gently but solemnly. He was willing to do anything if it could heal the wounds Yan Sikong had suffered.

It's a pity that no one can rewrite the past.

While kissing him, Feng Ye took off Yan Sikong's clothes one by one. He saw the burn marks clinging to Yan Sikong's chest, back, arms and calves like poisonous vines. He was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe. His kiss was trembling, his eyes were red and he almost cried.

Feng Ye raised his head, his face full of shame, and he choked up, "Kong'er..."

Yan Sikong held Feng Ye's face and said sternly, "Nan Yu has many wounds on his body, and so do you. A good man fights in all directions, and every scar is the glory of a warrior. You act like this, aren't you looking down on me?"

"I..." Feng Ye bit his lip.

"Do you think it's ugly?"

"no!"

Yan Sikong smiled faintly and touched Feng Ye's lips: "I think it's very impressive too." His hand touched Feng Ye's open shirt, where there was also a fierce arrow wound. From the beginning when it was a bloody hole, to its repeated tearing, to its complete heal today, everything that happened during this period, every word they said, was still vivid in his mind.

The reason scars are left after wounds heal is to remind people of the past, but the reason wounds heal is to enable people to move forward. Yan Sikong whispered, "We don't have to just look at these wounds."

Feng Ye kissed Yan Sikong's lips affectionately again, and called him "Kong'er" vaguely while their lips and teeth were intertwined. He then kissed his jaw, neck, and chest, and his big hands gently wandered all over his body.

Yan Sikong felt his body getting hotter and hotter, and every touch from Feng Ye brought him an indescribable restlessness.

Feng Ye's kisses fell like raindrops, as if he wanted to kiss all over his body, igniting the flames of desire wherever he touched.

When Feng Ye put Yan Sikong's soft penis into his mouth, his body couldn't help but tremble. He grabbed the mattress tightly with both hands, and felt that all the blood in his body was rushing downwards. The long-lost pleasure came over him, and those vivid memories of the past emerged before his eyes. Under the double impact of memories and the present, his reaction became more and more intense.

Feng Ye buried his head in Yan Sikong's lower body, teasing the already hard desire. Yan Sikong kept straightening his waist, and the numb pleasure came frequently. He moaned softly, and his legs unconsciously wanted to tighten, but Feng Ye held his knees and forced them apart. Feng Ye licked along the root of the penis to the top with the tip of his tongue, and then repeatedly licked the sensitive urethra, and then quickly sucked it out. After a few times, Yan Sikong trembled all over, feeling the throbbing of this body for himself, which made Feng Ye feel very satisfied.

"Well... Feng Ye..." Yan Sikong bit his lip, twisting his body unbearably. He wanted to escape, but at the same time he wanted to push himself deeper into Feng Ye. The pleasure was getting stronger. He hadn't had sex for a long time, and finally he couldn't resist the wave rushing towards his lower body. He said anxiously, "Feng Ye, that's enough... you..."

Feng Ye felt Yan Sikong losing control, but he did not dodge. Instead, he thrust even faster, pushing Yan Sikong to the climax and causing him to ejaculate.

Yan Sikong's body shook violently, a suppressed moan came out of his throat, and thick white body fluids sprayed all over Feng Ye's mouth and face.

Yan Sikong was so embarrassed that his face felt like blood was dripping from it. He didn't dare to look at Feng Ye's face and just wanted to curl up his body.

Feng Ye spat out the mucus in his mouth, wiped his face, leaned over and pressed on Yan Sikong's head, and teased: "Kong'er, aren't you too fast?"

Yan Sikong said angrily: "Shut up."

Feng Ye licked the corner of his mouth, pushed his knees between Yan Sikong's legs, and at the same time lay on top of him, letting him feel his full and burning desire.

The object pressing against his lower abdomen was as hard as iron, causing Yan Sikong to freeze.

"I won't be that fast." Feng Ye straightened his waist, reached a hand between Yan Sikong's buttocks, and inserted his slimy fingers into the buttocks. "I will let you float with me, just like before."

Yan Sikong closed his eyes and hugged Feng Ye's neck tightly. The finger that pierced into his anus brought him strong discomfort. The area that had not been invaded for a long time had become very strange, but the memory of his body was gradually awakened. He opened his legs unconsciously and let Feng Ye's fingers go in and out and expand that awkward place.

Yan Sikong felt his body was hot, and Feng Ye's body was hot as well. They pressed together as if they were about to burn in the next moment. Just as the fire of desire was getting hotter, Feng Ye's patience reached its limit. He spread Yan Sikong's legs wide apart, and his erect and hard penis eagerly penetrated the place he had longed for.

Yan Sikong screamed in unbearable pain and his body tensed up. Feng Ye slowed down his movements and kissed Yan Sikong on the cheek while coaxing her softly, "Kong'er, relax. I won't hurt you. Don't be afraid..."

Yan Sikong frowned and shook his head, holding Feng Ye's fingers tightly. It was hard to tell whether he was resisting or inviting. He only felt the penis in his anus slowly advancing and swelling, and the pain mixed with pleasure made him moan hoarsely.

When Yan Sikong was finally able to accept Feng Ye's unusually long and thick flesh blade, it seemed like an endless conquest had begun.

Feng Ye held Yan Sikong's waist, and the movement from slow in and out gradually turned into powerful thrusts. He thrust his strong waist and pushed the penis into the wet and soft passage again and again. Each insertion was deep, fast and heavy.

Yan Sikong had just adjusted to the terrifying size when Feng Ye started to fuck him hard. His two long legs were pressed to the sides of his body by Feng Ye, and his flesh hole was wide open, allowing the enormity of his penis to enter and exit wantonly and domineeringly. The waves of pleasure that followed one after another made his mind go blank. He couldn't help but arch his waist and curl up his toes. His penis stood up again, and an unbearable moan escaped from his mouth.

"Ah... ah... Feng Ye..." Yan Sikong's body was shaken by the push, and the sound from his mouth was shattered.

"Kong'er, my Kong'er..." Feng Ye panted heavily, his face flushed and his eyes bloodshot, his pupils were soaked with desire, full of bestiality and danger. His eyes, his heart, and even his body could only feel one person, the man under him who made him crazy, obsessed, and desperate.

The two of them were gradually overwhelmed by the pleasure. Feng Ye was thrusting frantically into that moist, red, and soft vagina. Every thrust seemed to pierce Yan Sikong, but Yan Sikong had already succumbed to the tormenting desire. He was distracted by the penetration and even let out an unbelievable and lewd cry.

They haven't felt each other for too long, and the repressed desire is like a bound beast, which explodes with amazing power the moment it is released. Their minds are stripped away and their bodies are entangled madly. The ultimate pleasure makes them seem to have entered a void where there is no world, no one but each other. As they cling to each other, the only clear thing is the fire of love for each other that cannot be extinguished despite the pain and despair.

The huge desire that Feng Ye exuded made him not look like a man who had just recovered from his injury, or even like a human being. He tirelessly engraved traces that belonged only to him on Yan Sikong's body inside and out.

Yan Sikong was tortured to the brink of defeat by the crazy pleasure. He began to cry and beg for mercy: "Feng, Feng Ye...no...ah...don't...don't..."

To Feng Ye, that voice was like an aphrodisiac. It completely awakened the beast in him and made him constantly demand and plunder Yan Sikong, unconsciously uttering, "You are mine... Kong'er... You are mine... Forever... Mine..."

Yan Sikong was unconscious and awake several times. He moaned and begged, and he opened his body to Feng Ye without reservation, which in return brought him an invasion of desire that was almost unbearable. In the end, he could only fall into the abyss of eroticism with Feng Ye...

——

When Yan Sikong opened his eyes again, it was already dawn.

His eyes were swollen, his throat was hoarse, his head was buzzing, and his body was so achy that he could hardly move. When he first woke up, he was very dazed.

Then, many obscene scenes appeared before his eyes. Yan Sikong suddenly felt his face turn red and he let out an uncomfortable moan.

Feng Ye, who was reading a book beside the bed, lowered his head and said, "Kong'er, you're awake."

When Yan Sikong heard the voice, he couldn't help but turn his face away in shame.

Feng Ye leaned over, stroked Yan Sikong's long hair with his hand, and said with a smile: "You slept for a long time, are you too tired?"

Yan Sikong cursed him in his heart. He still remembered that Feng Ye tortured him from the afternoon until dark, and then did not let him go all night. He could not even remember when he fainted.

Feng Ye rubbed Yan Sikong's face with his cheek and said ambiguously: "Have you neglected your martial arts training? You even begged me for mercy last night..."

Yan Sikong pushed his face away and said indistinctly, "No, it's not decent."

"What do I want?" Feng Ye turned over and lay down, holding Yan Sikong in his arms, "I want my Kong'er."

Yan Sikong's body was so soft that he could not move. He could only let him hold him, and he was too lazy to even lift his eyelids.

Feng Ye kissed him on the forehead again and again: "Are you hungry? I'm waiting for you to have dinner together."

“Not hungry.”

"When you were asleep, I looked at you for a long time." Feng Ye said softly in Yan Sikong's ear, "As I looked at you, I felt that you haven't changed much from before. It seems that I can even imagine what you will look like when you are old."

Yan Sikong said lazily: "What does it look like?"

"He must be an old man with an imposing manner and an immortal air." Feng Ye said and laughed to himself.

"What about you?" Yan Sikong couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm sure I'll still be as majestic as I am now." Feng Ye laughed softly, "Come to think of it, I really want to see what you'll look like as an old man."

"I don't want to."

"But we will definitely see it one day." Feng Ye gently stroked Yan Sikong's back, "We have seen each other's childhood, met again as teenagers, and now we have to walk hand in hand for a lifetime, until we grow old. I have you in my life, and you have me in your life, too. How wonderful."

Yan Sikong's heart suddenly surged with sweetness and bitterness: "Well, a lifetime... OK, very good."

"A lifetime." Feng Ye hugged Yan Sikong and spoke with great solemnity and determination.

A lifetime is both short and long, so short that you can see white hair in the blink of an eye, but long enough to hold so many mistakes, regrets, failures, and pains. In a lifetime, we have to meet so many people and go through so many things. What a fortune it would be if we could really fulfill the promise of "a lifetime" with someone.

A lifetime is too difficult, but they still want to try.