The boy waved his hand, raised his chin, and said proudly, "Wait for me to come back!"
Jin Li looked at him blankly. After the boy really left, he stroked his lips and suddenly seemed... a little moved.
He began to wait.
This is a long wait, a wait... of seven hundred years.
In the last hundred years, Jin Li no longer cared about the gazes of the demon realm. He left Dragon Island like a madman and set foot on the Xuantian Continent. He searched for a full hundred years but could not find the other party. He also heard that in the past three hundred years, no demon cultivator had made the leap from the Nascent Soul stage to the Out-of-Body stage.
He failed to advance successfully, so he died, died under the limit of heaven.
An indescribable heartache washed over Jin Li, causing his heart to ache constantly. He returned to Dragon Island alone, lonely and desolate, just as he had been for thousands of years. He was the only one there. And only him.
He built a cenotaph beside the lake where he spent most of his youth. For some unknown reason, he sat in front of the tomb for a hundred years.
A hundred years later, he slowly stood up and became a lonely man again, never falling in love with anyone.
He used to be alone, but now he has his own lover.
Jin Li slowly closed his eyes, burying everything in his memory deep inside. Now that he was with Qian Qiu, these things no longer had any other meaning. The memory was beautiful to him, but Qian Qiu was the most important to him.
Suddenly, Jin Li's hand was tightly grasped by someone. Mo Qianqiu shouted in panic in his dream: "Li... Li!"
When Jin Li heard his name, he held his lover's hand and asked with concern, "Qianqiu?"
"Leave! Leave!" Mo Qianqiu shouted hurriedly, clenching his hands even tighter.
Jin Li immediately lifted him from the bed and held him in his arms, calling his name over and over again, trying to wake him up. But Mo Qianqiu just kept calling, calling "Li" over and over again. Gradually, tears slowly flowed from his eyes. He called "Li" in his sleep, and the more he called, the sadder he became, as if he had encountered something tragic and hopeless.
Jin Li was heartbroken, but he couldn't wake Mo Qianqiu up.
Just when he decided to desperately wake up Mo Qianqiu, Mo Qianqiu suddenly cried out loudly: "Li! Save me!"
Jin Li opened his eyes wide: "I'm here!"
Mo Qianqiu slowly calmed down. After a long while, he slowly opened his moist eyes. Tears wet his beautiful eyes. The clear peach blossom eyes in the shimmering water were so captivating that Jin Li held his breath and stared at Mo Qianqiu tightly, not wanting to miss even a second.
Mo Qianqiu looked at him infatuatedly and suddenly said, "Leave..."
Jin Li comforted him and said softly, "I'm here."
Mo Qianqiu suddenly raised his head and blocked Jin Li's lips. His hand slid down Jin Li's clothes, but Jin Li suddenly grabbed his hand and said calmly: "We have only done it for so many days. If it happens again, you won't be able to bear it."
Mo Qianqiu didn't care about him at all. She broke free from his hand and kissed him.
Jin Li had never been able to compete with Mo Qianqiu, or rather, he couldn't bear to refuse no matter what his young man asked him to do. This time, the two of them were extremely crazy. Mo Qianqiu had never taken the initiative like this before. He didn't allow Jin Li to be released early, and demanded that he hold on until the last moment.
The beast's endurance was astonishing, and both of them felt extremely satisfied. However, when the beast really ejaculated, Mo Qianqiu was so tired that he even had difficulty breathing. He could only lie on Jin Li's naked chest, breathing heavily.
The thing was still beating gently inside his body, burning his skin, but the liquid had already flowed down.
Jin Li was a germaphobe, but he knew Mo Qianqiu was even more obsessed with it. He tried to pull himself out and clean his lover, but Mo Qianqiu stopped him and gently pecked him on the lips. Her red lips curved slightly, revealing a smile so dazzling it could be compared to the sun and the moon.
Mo Qianqiu chuckled and said, "I'm back."
Jin Li didn't understand for a moment: "Qianqiu?"
Mo Qianqiu kissed him again and said again: "I've troubled you to wait for more than two thousand years... I'm back."
Jin Li's eyes widened suddenly, but his lover didn't wait for him to react and pressed down on him again, rocking his weak waist up and down. Later, Jin Li couldn't bear to see his lover so tired, so he turned over and pressed Mo Qianqiu under him, tossing him until he was gasping for breath.
Mo Qianqiu hugged his neck tightly, suppressing the rapid breathing in his throat, and said, "I... I want to make up for the past two thousand years we lost!"
Jin Li hugged him, his words were doting, but his voice was as fierce as a storm: "Okay, we can still have many more two thousand years."
The ambiguous and shy voice lingered on Dragon Island for a long time.
He waited for two thousand years and finally his lover came.
There were countless twists and turns between them. When they finally came together, they were both covered in scars, but their love reached the extreme.
Love is the blood that flows out after the heart is cut out. Love is the determination to die for you.
Heart-wrenching pain
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