Feng Ye picked up Yan Sikong and strode to the bedroom, saying, "Prepare some hot water and hangover tea."

Putting Yan Sikong on the bed, Feng Ye tucked in the corners of his quilt carefully, frowned and looked at his red face with a few dried tear marks on it.

Are you crying? Why?

Feng Ye clenched his fists unconsciously.

Soon, Ali came in with water.

Feng Ye asked in a stern voice: "Where have you been? Why is he so drunk?"

Ali gestured with great effort. He knew Feng Ye couldn't understand, so he was a little anxious.

"You..." Feng Ye said impatiently, "Back off."

Ali lowered his hands dejectedly, bowed and walked out.

Feng Ye soaked the cloth in warm water, wrung it dry, and then gently wiped Yan Sikong's frozen face.

Yan Sikong had never been drunk since they met, but now he was not only completely drunk, but his eyes were also swollen and red, and it was obvious that he had been crying. It was the first time he saw her look so fragile and sad, and he felt extremely distressed.

He gently lifted the hair from Yan Si's forehead and said to himself, "What's wrong with you?"

Yan Sikong suddenly grabbed Feng Ye's hand, opened his eyes a little, looked at him dimly, and whispered softly: "Dad..."

Feng Ye was stunned for a moment, then he put his ear close to what Yan Sikong was calling and finally heard what he was saying. He sighed silently.

"Dad..." Yan Sikong held Feng Ye's hand tightly, his lips turned down, and he was about to cry, as if he had endless grievances.

Feng Ye's breath was choked, and his heart began to tighten: "Sikong, I'm here."

Yan Sikong slowly opened his eyes, his gaze gradually becoming clearer from being dazed. He stared blankly for a long while, then asked hesitantly, "...Feng Ye?"

Feng Ye nodded: "Are you still awake?"

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said sadly: "Feng Ye..."

"What's wrong with you? Why are you so drunk?" Feng Ye already had a guess in his mind.

Yan Sikong was still drunk and confused. He whispered, "Today is the anniversary of my father's death."

Feng Ye stroked his forehead and said, "Captain Yuan is a true hero."

"Hero..." Hearing these two words, Yan Sikong smiled bitterly.

Heroes always save others, who saves the heroes?

Are heroes destined to have a miserable end?

Feng Ye knew the pain of losing a parent and could not comfort them with words: "If you still want to drink, I'll accompany you."

Yan Sikong held Feng Ye's hands with both hands, pressed them against his chest, and said in an almost stubborn tone: "Feng Ye, my father was wronged, do you know that?"

"I know it, and everyone in the world knows it."

Yan Sikong shook his head: "They don't know. Maybe only the people in Guangning City still know, but they will gradually forget about him. After a hundred years, who will still remember him?"

"We remember. Someone else will remember."

"...I want people in future generations to remember this." Yan Sikong's voice was as soft as a mosquito's.

"What?" Feng Ye leaned over again.

Yan Sikong stopped talking and just looked at him quietly with moist eyes, as if trying to dig out something from his eyes.

The deep, dark pupils were like a mysterious pool of water, emitting a fascinating magic.

Feng Ye couldn't help but kiss his brow.

Yan Sikong closed his eyes and held Feng Ye's hand tightly with great strength, like a drowning man holding on to his only life-saving straw. After all, Feng Ye was a person who practiced martial arts for many years, and his strength was so great that the bones of his hand were cracking.

Feng Ye heard Yan Sikong's silent cry for help, so he ignored the pain and placed small and gentle kisses on his eyelids, cheeks, nose tip, and finally his pale and cold lips. He sucked carefully at first, and when he got Yan Sikong's first response, he couldn't help but take it fiercely, and his tongue tip pushed open his teeth and hooked his tongue.

The two of them were breathing heavily, but they were still entangled. This kiss was rough and hot, and was gradually dispelling the coldness in Yan Sikong's body.

Feng Ye's passionate kisses lingered on the corners of his lips, cheeks, and jaw, then moved down and buried themselves in the warm crook of his neck. He couldn't help but gently bite the tender skin, and tore open his belt with one hand.

Yan Sikong was still holding Feng Ye's hand tightly. He was immersed in the intimate whisper, hoping to draw more and more warmth from the other person.

Feng Ye used his teeth to tear open Yan Sikong's collar, his soft lips fell on the contoured collarbone, and his hand also reached into his underwear.

When the cold hands touched the warm skin, Yan Sikong couldn't help but shiver. He opened his eyes, and his mind immediately became a little clearer, and his sore clenched hands loosened.

Feng Ye paused, he retracted his hand, turned his head, stared deeply into Yan Sikong's eyes, suppressed his rapid breathing, and said in a hoarse voice: "Do you want me to stop?"

Yan Sikong pursed his lips which were kissed red, his eyes moving around, and his lightly powdered cheeks which were still drunk, showing his romantic and affectionate side.

Feng Ye suppressed his restlessness, gently stroked his hair, his eyes were full of wildness and bestiality: "You can still open your mouth once and ask me to stop. Otherwise, no matter how much you beg, I will not stop."

Yan Sikong opened his mouth and said calmly: "It is said that love is the greatest happiness in the world, why not give it a try."

Feng Ye suddenly jumped onto the bed, and his tall body completely enveloped Yan Sikong, blocking Yan Sikong's thin lips again. He sucked on him while pulling at Yan Sikong's clothes in an almost rude manner.

In a moment, the clothes were scattered all over the bed. Feng Ye lifted Yan Sikong's fair and slender body out of the black cloth, like a white lotus blooming from the water. His kisses fell on her chest like raindrops, leaving a string of brown bruises.

Yan Sikong hugged Feng Ye's neck helplessly. He seemed to be getting drunker and his mind went blank as if he was floating in the clouds.

It was not until Feng Ye took the small piece of flesh into his mouth and licked it gently that he began to convulse and his body trembled violently.

Feng Ye reached down and grabbed Yan Sikong's suspended penis.

"Feng Ye..." Yan Sikong took a breath.

That was a fatal place that had never been touched by outsiders. How could he not be nervous?

"I'm here." Feng Ye kissed him randomly and stroked the soft thing at the same time.

"Don't, Fengye..." Yan Sikong arched his waist in fear, trying to get rid of the panic.

"Don't be afraid." Feng Ye was feeling hot and uncomfortable. His erection was already half erect, rubbing against Yan Sikong's thigh again and again.

Yan Sikong was extremely embarrassed. He covered his eyes with one hand and tightly grasped the mattress with the other. He felt all the blood in his body flow to his lower abdomen. The unbearable and unprecedented joy completely invaded his mind.

Feng Ye continued to rub against him, his kisses all over his cheeks and chest, as if he wanted to leave his mark on every inch of skin, and the speed of his hand stroking became faster.

Yan Sikong was forced to hold back by the increasingly strong desire and crossed his legs, panting rapidly: "Hmm..."

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong's aroused expression, his penis already hard and hot, he simply put their genitals together and rubbed them up and down.

Yan Sikong let out a low cry. That place was extremely sensitive. He could even feel the male tendons on Feng Ye's penis pulsating vigorously. He trembled all over and felt streams of hot liquid rushing to his lower body. He could no longer hold back and ejaculated in one go.

"Uh..." Yan Sikong let out a suppressed moan.

The muddy white body fluids covered Feng Ye's hands and flowed down between his fingers, looking extremely erotic.

Yan Sikong was already mostly sober, but still feeling even more embarrassed. He looked at Feng Ye helplessly with his wet eyes, full of embarrassment and boundless lust, which made Feng Ye wish he could swallow him into his stomach.

Feng Ye let out a low moan from his throat, he leaned down, licked and kissed Yan Sikong's lips: "I want to make you mine." He couldn't help but spread Yan Sikong's legs apart and stretched his semen-stained hand to Yan Sikong's buttocks.

Although Yan Sikong was still a virgin, he read a lot of books and knew a thing or two about everything. Naturally, he knew how men had sex, but when it really came to him, he couldn't help but tremble.

Feng Ye's fingertips touched the soft buttocks, and then his slender fingers probed into the buttocks and inserted into the tightly closed entrance impatiently.

Yan Sikong straightened his waist again. He had never experienced such a sense of disharmony before, and his body unconsciously wanted to dodge.

Feng Ye left him nowhere to hide, and his long fingers covered with sticky body fluids entered the secluded vagina.

Yan Sikong closed his eyes tightly, trying hard to endure the discomfort, his nostrils flaring rapidly.

"So tight..." Feng Ye sighed, but his hands did not stop. He took advantage of the slightly loosened flesh wall to squeeze in the second finger.

"Feng Ye, I..."

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Feng Ye kissed him tenderly, and blocked his struggles in his mouth.

When Feng Ye inserted the third finger and began to stir and widen the hole, Yan Sikong felt waves of sharp pain and could not help but twist his body to try to avoid the strange torture.

Feng Ye held him down with the weight of his body, and his wet fingers moved in and out of that flesh hole roughly, slowly opening up that secret place that had never been explored by anyone just for him.

"Hmm..." Yan Sikong was unable to speak because of Feng Ye's passionate kiss. He felt his mind becoming more and more confused, and he was immersed in a state of consciousness that he could not control.

Feng Ye pulled out his fingers, took Yan Sikong's hand, and pressed it hard on his penis. He gasped and said, "Do you feel it? It's going to enter your body. It's going to turn you into mine, Feng Ye's."

Yan Sikong's hands couldn't stop shaking. The object was thick, big, hard and hot, so hot that he didn't dare to control it. Feng Ye pulled over a soft pillow, placed it under his waist, lifted his buttocks, and spread his legs wide open.

Yan Sikong covered his eyes again and bit his lower lip hard with his shell-like teeth.

Feng Ye put his thumb into his mouth, pried open his teeth, and said domineeringly: "You are not allowed to hurt yourself." After saying that, he held the thick and long penis and pressed it against the slightly opened hole.

"ah……"

When the huge meat head tried to squeeze into the narrow hole, Yan Sikong let out a cry of surprise.

Feng Ye held Yan Sikong's waist, gritted his teeth and endured the unbearable impulse, and inserted his penis into the flesh wall little by little.

Yan Sikong's body stiffened in pain, beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead: "Ah... no..."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." Feng Ye wiped the sweat from his face with concern. The pleasure of his penis being tightly wrapped and rubbed by the intestinal wall was driving him crazy. He forced himself to suppress the desire in his body and waited for Yan Sikong to adapt a little, otherwise it would be too tight and he wouldn't be able to go any deeper.

"Feng Ye, it hurts..." Yan Sikong only felt his lower body swollen and torn, painful and embarrassing.

"I know, Sikong, relax a little, it won't hurt if you feel relieved." Feng Ye kissed Yan Sikong gently and whispered in his ear, "I like you so much, Kong'er..."

Kong Er...

Yan Sikong's eyes widened, as if something in his chest had been opened, and endless emotions instantly burst out. There were still people in this world who called him "Kong'er", and the person who was doing the most intimate things with him at this moment called him "Kong'er"...

He almost let his guard down.

Feng Ye took advantage of the situation and thrust his waist forward, inserting the entire thick and long penis into the secret passage.

"ah……"

"Kong'er... Kong'er..." Feng Ye could no longer control the surging desire in his body. He hugged Yan Sikong's waist, pulled out his penis slightly, and then pushed it deeply into her again. After several times of opening and closing, he felt that the flesh had completely accepted him.

"No... Feng Ye..." Yan Sikong only felt pain and excitement, and it was difficult to describe how his body felt. He struggled instinctively, but was held firmly by Feng Ye.

Feng Ye's eyes shone with a seductive light, and the beast in his heart was finally aroused by the pleasure he had never experienced before. He thrust faster and harder.

When Yan Sikong's flesh channel was completely opened, his powerful waist moved rapidly, pulling out most of the penis with each thrust, and then pushing it straight to the deepest point with each thrust. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed throughout the room.

After the initial pain, Yan Sikong was completely lost in the rising strange pleasure. Feng Ye's penetration made his whole body tremble, and the most difficult parts of his body were painful and numb. He couldn't help but scream.

"Kong'er...my Kong'er..." Feng Ye was as wild as a beast, going in and out of that honey pot like a madman. Every time he heard Yan Sikong's moan, he would use more force, trying to force Yan Sikong to moan more passionately.

Desire turned into the strongest aphrodisiac, melting the minds of both of them.

Yan Sikong couldn't resist the waves of intense pleasure and begged for mercy with sobs: "Feng Ye...no...don't..."

"You want it." Feng Ye thrust his penis hard all the way in. "This is what you want, and this is what I want too."

"No...ah ah..." Yan Sikong clutched the quilt tightly with both hands, and his toes were curled up tightly.

Feng Ye pulled out his wet penis, turned Yan Sikong's body over, and made him kneel in front of him with his butt sticking out. Before Yan Sikong could utter a word, he had already spread his buttocks apart and thrust hard into her again.

"Ah——" Yan Sikong screamed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

The doggy style position allowed the cock to go deeper and heavier, and the full scrotum slapped against his buttocks, making an embarrassing sound.

“Feng Ye…don’t…Feng Ye ah ah——”

"You could have asked me to stop just now..." Feng Ye lowered his head and kissed and bit Yan Sikong's naked back. "It's too late now. I won't stop. I want to fuck you all night. I want you to never forget this night for the rest of your life."

Feng Ye thrust rapidly for dozens of times in succession, and then suddenly stopped.

Yan Sikong realized something and begged with a distracted look, "Don't..."

Feng Ye's body trembled slightly, and the hot semen suddenly spurted out and all of it was shot into Yan Sikong's body.

"Ahhh-ahhh--" Yan Sikong cried uncontrollably.

After Feng Ye ejaculated, he did not pull out his penis. Instead, he hugged Yan Sikong and fell on the bed, licking every bead of sweat on Yan Sikong's back with the tip of his tongue.

"You... Feng Ye... you bastard..." Yan Sikong was already completely exhausted and let Feng Ye do whatever he wanted.

Feng Ye said hoarsely: "I will be even more of a bastard. I like you, Kong'er, and you have to bear all of this."

Yan Sikong felt Feng Ye pull out his half-soft penis, and his lower body was like a flood, with muddy white body fluids gushing out from it. The extreme shame and lust made his penis hard again.

Feng Ye reached out and grasped his penis, stroking it skillfully. At the same time, the flesh sword that had just been released became hard again.

When Yan Sikong's numb and sensitive honey hole was once again filled up, the extreme pleasure from both front and back completely dragged him into the boundless sea of ​​desire...

——

The morning sunlight had been blocked outside the house by the windows that were tightly sealed with cotton cloth. The room was dim and warm. The two people, who were used to getting up early all year round, slept exceptionally soundly at this time.

Until there was a knock on the door.

Feng Ye suddenly opened his eyes, but felt pain and numbness in his arms. Before he fully regained consciousness, he had already hugged the naked, warm body in his arms.

There was another knock on the door, and Yan Sikong murmured uncomfortably in his sleep.

Feng Ye was annoyed. He gathered his energy into his dantian and let out a low roar with his inner strength: "Get out." The sound didn't sound loud, but it actually traveled very far.

Immediately, there were sounds of footsteps receding outside the door.

Feng Ye lowered his head and wanted to check on Yan Sikong, but was met with a pair of sleepy eyes.

"I woke you up." Feng Ye's eyes flickered. He didn't dare to look into Yan Sikong's eyes, and his ears turned red.

Yan Sikong was stunned for a moment, then slowly frowned. He felt an unbearable pain in his lower back. All the events of last night suddenly appeared in his mind. He blamed himself for having a good memory. Now, looking at Feng Ye's face, all he could see were vivid scenes. He was so embarrassed that his face became hot.

If he had known Feng Ye was such a beast, he would never have delivered himself to him even if he was beaten to death.

Feng Ye blinked his eyes and kissed Yan Sikong's forehead heavily: "Kong'er, sleep a little longer."

"No..." Yan Sikong opened his mouth and found that his voice was completely hoarse. He struggled to remember, but he was completely powerless. And with the slightest movement, he felt the two of them hugging each other naked, rubbing against each other...

Feng Ye's breathing suddenly became heavy: "Don't move."

"I, I want to get up."

Feng Ye's big hands stroked his smooth back, "You didn't go to the morning court again, so take a rest. Last night... you were tired." His tone was filled with joy and pride that could not be concealed.

Yan Sikong's face flushed, and he felt like his scalp was about to explode: "I don't want to attend the morning court, but you can't be absent without reason."

There was nothing important going on in the Hanlin Academy recently, so it wouldn't be a big deal if he was absent for half a day or a whole day occasionally. But if he didn't leave this warm bed, he was afraid that he would die of embarrassment.

"How can it be considered without cause?" Feng Ye rubbed his cheek and teased, "You were entertained on the bed of Prince Jingyuan, so it can be considered as 'injury' in the line of duty."

"Don't talk nonsense." Yan Sikong was already at a loss for words. The deep affection and ambiguity between the two of them made him feel particularly uncomfortable, but he couldn't hide the strong throbbing in his heart. He muttered softly, "This is clearly my bed."

Feng Ye liked Yan Sikong's embarrassment and shyness very much, which was completely different from his usual carefree and calm appearance. "Kong'er, did you like it last night?" Feng Ye asked in a coquettish tone, leaning close to his ear.

“…”

"Speak."

"What, what can I say..."

"I want to hear it. Or maybe you don't remember it? I can help you recall it."

"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong struggled to get out of the quilt.

Feng Ye held him in his arms and complained, "I told you not to move, but you were teasing me on purpose?"

Yan Sikong really didn't dare to move. He clearly felt Feng Ye's agitation.

Feng Ye bit Yan Sikong's ear gently and said shyly but domineeringly: "I like it, I like it very much, you like it too, right? Tell me, I want to hear it."

Yan Sikong was unable to extricate himself and was deeply attracted by Feng Ye's deep affection, so he could only hum softly.

Love...is indeed the greatest happiness in the world, but it only works with the right person.

Feng Ye said happily: "Kong'er, you are so good. You are good in many ways."

Yan Sikong couldn't help but laugh: "I can't breathe if you hold me like this."

Feng Ye then loosened his grip and kissed his cheek lovingly, repeating like a mantra: "Kong'er, you are mine, you are mine, you are mine." Each word was more affectionate and firm than the last.

Yan Sikong couldn't explain the sour and sweet feeling in his heart. He just felt that at this moment, he was hugging Feng Ye safely, and even if someone stabbed him from outside, it wouldn't hurt him at all. He even hoped that time would freeze at this point. If this was just a dream, he would never wake up.