If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Song Chuyi was confused for a moment.

With his head spinning, he seemed unable to understand what Ying Chengan said at this time.

But he heard the ferocity in his words.

It was a vicious intention that seemed to tear his body into pieces.

Song Chuyi trembled and shrank to the end of the bed.

He put his hands around his knees, wishing he could roll himself into a ball.

Ying Cheng'an didn't move, he just put one hand on the bed and looked straight at the escaping little eunuch.

Straightforward and aggressive.

Song Chuyi bit his lip, feeling his body itching terribly.

But the person in front of him was too fierce, and he didn't want to get close to him at this time.

The tears at the end of the eyes become more pitiful and more likely to arouse the desire for destruction.

Ying Chengan has been on the battlefield for many years, and he is a fierce person at heart.

However, the peaceful life he had lived in these past few years had allowed him to restrain his evil intentions. Now, because of the fragrance of the flowers, the lust he had tried so hard to control was gradually revealed.

The dangerous atmosphere surrounded the tearful little eunuch.

If someone breaks in at this time, they may be shattered by this dangerous aura.

Time is passing slowly.

Ying Cheng Anxu recovered a little and asked in a hoarse voice:

"A Chu stays with the little emperor every day, but have you ever had any thoughts about him?"

Song Chuyi raised his head blankly and repeated slowly: "Little emperor?"

He seemed to have trouble remembering who the little emperor was.

But since he is the youngest, he should be the younger brother, right?

"It's little brother."

As if confirming his answer, Song Chuyi nodded his head heavily.

Ying Chengan also replied slowly: "Treat him as your younger brother?"

The little eunuch is indeed three years older than the little emperor, so there is no problem in treating him as a younger brother.

It's just that the little eunuch was too bold and actually regarded the Lord of the World as his younger brother.

Ying Chengan laughed softly, with visible pleasure.

When Song Chu saw the fierce Ying Cheng'an, he laughed and leaned over as if he didn't care about eating or fighting.

She rubbed her cheek against Ying Chengan's finger, hot breath sprayed on it, and her lips lightly touched his fingertips.

Ying Chengan paused and pulled his hand back.

"not now."

He didn't say it couldn't be done, but it just couldn't be done now.

Song Chuyi said "Oh", lowered his head and leaned on Ying Chengan's knees.

Unknowingly, he fainted.

His unsatisfied desire pulled him down from consciousness.

The strange poison was devouring his memory, and strange flowers surged in his body, fighting against the strange poison.

The two forces were fighting within Song Chuyi's body, and there was no peace.

The third day soon arrived.

Song Chuyi's appetite began to decline, replaced by a strong desire for intimate contact.

But Ying Chengan was not satisfied with him.

Song Chuyi curled up, hugged his knees with his hands, and secretly looked at Ying Chengan.

He seemed to have forgotten many things.

But he liked the people sitting next to him.

It is a kind of love that comes from the heart and wants to be intimate with this person.

but……

Song Chuyi bit his lip.

He doesn't seem to like himself very much.

Ying Chengan also felt uncomfortable at this time.

The fragrance of the strange flowers on this third day was different from the previous two days. This was a new kind of torture.

It suppresses other desires, such as the appetite for food, the desire to fight, etc.

These ordinary and ordinary desires are suppressed under the influence of the fragrance of the exotic flowers.

There is only one outlet for all thoughts - love.

This can almost turn a normal person into a beast who only knows how to mate.

Even Ying Chengan can't help but be affected by the fragrance of flowers.

In the past two days, he could still get close to Song Chuyi and suppress his thoughts.

But today, he was sitting on a chair three meters away from the bed.

Sitting with his legs spread apart, his clothes were messy and loose, revealing his extremely superior muscle lines.

The left hand simply hangs down, while the right hand rests on the thigh.

His slender fingers curled up, crumpling the smooth robe.

His breathing was slow and heavy, and he half-closed his eyes, with Song Chuyi's figure faintly reflected in his eyes.

On the bed, the little eunuch rumpled his clothes.

Her lips were crimson and there were tears in her eyes.

"Bad guy."

He cursed complainingly.

Ying Chengan's chest rose and fell sharply, and his tone was heavy.

"Feel sorry."

"There's nothing I can do now."

He knew the little eunuch's desire.

Because there were also turbulent emotions surging in his body.

But he can't do anything.

Song Chuyi heard Ying Chengan's voice and sat up with his body propped up.

It was such a simple action and it took him a full five minutes to complete.

After sitting up, he leaned against the wall, holding the quilt with his left hand and pressing his left wrist with his right hand.

"You're the bad guy."

He raised his head slightly, the candlelight faintly reflected in his eyes.

Breathing gradually became rapid.

He bit his lip and said, "You...don't kill anyone."

"Don't dislike me either."

Both of them were in an extremely abnormal state at this time, so communication seemed difficult.

After Ying Chengan heard this, he said "Hmm" in a low voice and then said nothing.

The room fell silent, with only the rising temperature signaling something.

The third day was extremely difficult. Not only did Song Chuyi spend it almost in a semi-coma, but even Ying Chengan also fell into a coma.

Soon, it was the fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day, and finally, the seventh day.

Most of the poison in Song Chuyi's body has been detoxified, leaving only the remaining poison.

But this strange poison is different from other poisons. Although there is only poison left, if you don't follow the detoxification method, it will come back and kill you.

But the good news is that Song Chuyi's memory is no longer affected.

He even remembered the past few days clearly.

Recalling how he had kissed and cuddled up to Ying Chengan in the past few days, Song Chuyi couldn't help but beat his waist.

Beat it twice first to get used to the pain.

He could completely predict what would happen after the poison was removed.

Song Chuyi huddled on the bed, not daring to look at Ying Chengan who was approaching him.

The fragrance of the strange flowers on this seventh day came more slowly and was not as strong as the effect on the previous six days.

Or maybe it's because the two of them endured it for six days, and their endurance has been greatly improved.

Therefore, the impact of the floral fragrance on the two of them is within the tolerable range.

Song Chuyi felt the waves of heat in his body and pursed his lips slightly.

"My lord, have you ever found the murderer?"

I definitely won’t have time to talk about serious matters after detoxification, so I’d better talk about it now!

Ying Cheng'an took the little eunuch's hand, put it in his palm and played with it.

"found it."

Song Chuyi cautiously asked, "Is it the Emperor?"

Ying Cheng'an lowered his eyes and looked at the little eunuch, with a faint smile in his eyes.

"No."

Song Chuyi's eyes lit up, it would be nice if he wasn't a little emperor!

Ying Chengan bent the little eunuch's index finger and poked the small round hole with his fingertip, a deep thought flashed in his eyes.

Song Chuyi noticed his movements and spoke in confusion.

"My lord, what are you doing?"

Ying Chengan said calmly, "Let's experiment."

Song Chuyi:? ? ?