"Huh...I can't breathe."
Jiang Ming raised his head with difficulty to respond to Sang Yu and protested vaguely.
Sang Yu heard it, but he was not satisfied with the kiss yet. He lowered his head and kissed Jiang Ming deeply for several minutes before reluctantly leaving Jiang Ming's lips with a breath.
Jiang Ming, who was almost unable to breathe, lay flat on his back, gasping for air, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.
That suffocating feeling came again.
He had clearly tried hard to learn how to breathe, but he still almost couldn't breathe.
It’s all Sang Yu’s fault. He kissed me too hastily and too domineeringly.
Jiang Ming sniffed under the streetlight outside the window and looked at Sang Yu on his body with a resentful look.
Seeing Jiang Ming's red eyes and tears, Sang Yu was already breathless. He lowered his head and covered Jiang Ming's lips again, pressed Jiang Ming's hand to his shoulder, and clasped their fingers tightly.
With tears still in his eyes, Jiang Ming did not reject Sang Yu. He tilted his head and kissed him back awkwardly. His hands, which were intertwined with Sang Yu's, slowly tightened. After a while, he was kissed until he felt dizzy again.
Sang Yu was worried about losing control, so he quickly let go of Jiang Ming and covered Jiang Ming's lips while panting.
If you keep kissing him, he will really transform.
Jiang Ming, who was dazed from the kiss, had already had tears in his eyes and his chest was heaving.
He blinked away the tears in his eyes several times before he could clearly see Sang Yu's face on his body.
In the dark room, Sang Yu's red eyes were as eye-catching as ever.
If Jiang Ming hadn't met Sang Yu before, he would have been scared to death if he saw eyes of this color at night.
Now that he has been with Sang Yu for a long time, he is not only used to it, but also thinks Sang Yu's eyes are very beautiful, and his face slowly turns red.
Because the way Sang Yu looked at him now was full of lust.
Today is another day to charm your man, Jiang Ming, you are awesome.
Jiang Ming blushed and praised himself in his heart.
Although the lights were off in the room, Sang Yu had night vision and could see Jiang Ming's excited and blushing expression clearly.
He took his big hand away from Jiang Ming's mouth, lowered his head and kissed Jiang Ming again, the kind of kiss that bit him.
"pain……"
Jiang Ming protested in pain.
Upon hearing this, Sang Yu immediately let go of Jiang Ming's lips, kissed her gently, and stopped biting.
He was also afraid of causing harm to Jiang Ming.
For example, if there is an infection or something like that, what should he do if it cannot be cured? He only has this one wife.
Sang Yu hugged Jiang Ming under him and took deep breaths desperately. It took him a long time to calm himself down.
Jiang Ming blushed again when he heard Sang Yu taking deep breaths.
"I...I haven't eaten yet."
Feeling a little ashamed, Jiang Ming stuttered softly to remind him.
Because now all he does is eat and Sang Yu eats, and he feels embarrassed.
"Take a shower first and wake up."
Sang Yu carried Jiang Ming out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He turned on the light, put Jiang Ming in front of the sink, and helped Jiang Ming squeeze toothpaste and fill the water for washing.
Jiang Ming looked at Sang Yu busying himself with his head down in the mirror, and his face flushed unconsciously.
Sang Yu really has no flaws at all. He is not only gentle but also handsome.
He is now glad that it was Sang Yu who fell in love with him first, otherwise he would have missed out on such a good husband.
Jiang Ming thought this in his heart while brushing his teeth and staring at Sang Yu, his face getting redder and redder.
Maybe he saved humanity in his previous life, so he met Sang Yu in this life.
Jiang Ming didn't know that in the original text, he was almost insulted by a superpower, and it was Sang Yu who went to the capital city to rescue Xiao Bo who helped him kill those people and saved his life.
Sang Yu didn't think of interfering in other people's business. It was because Jiang Ming, who was pinned down by several psychics, was crying heart-wrenchingly and struggling desperately to resist that he, passing by the entrance of the dark alley, felt pity for him and helped Jiang Ming.
At that time, the Ji family had just fallen. No matter whether they were psychics, bodyguards, Yan Han or Ji Mei, they all died in order to avenge Ji Che.
Among the Ji family's bodyguards, only Jiang Ming has family members, so before the war, Ji Mei deliberately sent Jiang Ming away and sent him out of the base to do some work.
When Jiang Ming returned to the capital the next day, the Ji family's villa had already been bombed.
The streets of the entire central area were littered with corpses of members of the Ji family and people with special abilities from other aristocratic families. Yan Han and Ji Mei even died in the square, their bodies pierced by icicles, and their blood mixed with the heavy rain, flowing all over the ground.
Jiang Ming hid in the dark, covering his mouth with his hands. Tears blurred his vision and he didn't dare to cry out loud.
He wanted to wait until dark to help his brothers collect the bodies, but the psychic from the aristocratic family discovered him and wanted to defile him because of his good looks.
Just as he was resisting, screaming and crying in despair, the heads of the psychics who wanted to insult him rolled to the ground, spraying blood all over his face.
In order to repay Sang Yu, Jiang Ming brought Sang Yu, who was being hunted by a powerful person from an aristocratic family, back home.
But when he returned home, his parents had already been killed by the psychics of the aristocratic family.
They were lying in the hall, their eyes wide open and faces filled with terror. They must have lost their lives before they could even react.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhh I’m going to kill them, kill them.”
Jiang Ming cried and wanted to take revenge, but he was no match for the people from the aristocratic families with special abilities.
Even Sang Yu was besieged and killed by hundreds of psychics from the aristocratic family.
Before he died, Sang Yu saw Jiang Ming, who was tied with explosives all over his body. He was shaking and crying while holding onto his body, yelling and threatening the nearby psychics to stay away.
Sang Yu wanted to tell Jiang Ming that it was useless to do so.
But before he could say anything due to excessive blood loss and crippled legs, a vine as thick as a wrist pierced through Jiang Ming's chest with a "whoosh".
Without Jiang Ming's support, they both fell to the ground.
Sang Yu held Jiang Ming in his arms, glaring at the psychics who were besieging him with bloodshot eyes, and detonated his own crystal core, turning the entire central area into ruins.
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