Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

Wei Chi Yan was stunned, and his whole face sank down. He got up and pressed Jiang Yan down on the couch, trying to hit him in the face.

Jiang Lang easily opened his fist force, and then let his fist rub on his face. Taking advantage of the candlelight is not very clear, Jiang Lang pretends to be greatly hurt.

"It hurts..." Wei Qu Baba's, Jiang languo buried his face into the arms of his body.

Wei Chi Yan pushed him, "get out of my way, I don't know what's good or bad."

However, Jiang Lang was born with the skill of pestering people. He was really powerful. No matter how Wei Chi Yan pushed it, he couldn't open it.

"Elder martial brother, I ache." Jiang languo hugs people more and more.

Wei Chi Yan facial expression is expressionless, frown tight, "you deserve it."

"Elder martial brother, I ache..."

"It hurts..."

Jiang languo's voice is getting smaller and smaller. Wei Chi Yan listens to the whole process without expression until he is silent. Then he turned his head and saw that the man fell asleep in such a posture.

Wei Chi Yan couldn't push it away. He was so sleepy that he closed his eyes and settled accounts with him tomorrow.

Within a quarter of an hour, Jiang, who had been sleeping in a disguised deep way, woke up, kissed the man's mouth, and then put him in his arms before he closed his eyes again.

It's only when we get along like this that it's right for us.

The next day.

Wei Chi Yan wakes up at the precise moment and looks at his hands and legs. He kicks away and goes to bed.

Even if treated like this, Jiang languo still sleeps deeply. This ancient people's habit is that whenever they get up, they always get up that morning. Just like the modern people at four or five o'clock in the morning, Jiang's time difference is not yet successful.

Wei Chi Yan went to the table and came up with the teapot. He wanted to fall on the younger martial brother who didn't know the rules and was eloquent.

"Elder martial brother, I ache..." Jiang languidly said such a sentence.

Wei Chi Yan heart suddenly some soft, will take back the teapot. Then he bent his knees on the couch and straightened the younger martial brother's face. Seeing how badly he had beaten him last night, he still said it hurt now.

The sky was gray, and the candle, which had already burned completely, no longer gave out light.

Wei Chi Yan can't see clearly, his head is getting lower and lower. Without precaution, he thought Jiang languid was sleeping.

Not to think of it, Jiang languo put his arm around his neck and pressed the back of his head with his big hand.

Warm and warm touch.

Wei Chi Yan's eyes widened.

Jiang languo whispered, "elder martial sister..."

Of course, he was on purpose. Otherwise, how could he have a chance to quarrel with Wei Chi Yan deeply.

Wei Chi's words are cold and cold, and his lips are charming. Unexpectedly, his mouth is moist and soft. Jiang Lang takes advantage of his surprise and doesn't react to it, so he indulges himself in his mouth.

After a kiss, Wei Chi Yan still didn't respond. He sat on the couch, groping for his slightly numb lips. In his ears, there was nothing but Jiang languo's voice calling for his younger martial sister.

"No, no shame, no action!" Wei Chi Yan clenched his teeth and made a sound.

Later, in the house of the elder martial brother, the cry of ghosts and the howling of wolves came to beg for mercy.

"Don't fight, elder martial brother!"

"Don't hit here!"

When the two of them appeared in front of the crowd, Wei Chi Yan was still expressionless, but his ears were red.

But Jiang is lazy, the nose is blue and the face is swollen.

The bruise of the fist on his face was slight. It had been good for a long time. Now it's a complete disfigurement.

"Younger martial brother, how did you annoy the elder martial brother early in the morning?" Shen Yaxin looked at it painfully.

"Elder martial sister, pain ~"

"come on, elder martial sister, have a look."

Wei Chi Yan looked at this scene coldly, and he was really thinking of his younger martial sister to kiss so passionately.