Утащила с Тамблера вырезанный Мосян Тунсю фрагмент из 111-й главы.
Фрагмент на инглише, НЦа[…] “… Does it feel good? Inside me?”
Lan Wangji was a man of action rather than someone inclined to flirtation. His words were scarce but his strength was tremendous. Biting his lower lip, his onslaught turned fiercer to answer this question. Soaked with sweat from the forceful thrusts, Wei Wuxian mumbled, “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan… I like you to death. I’m yours, yours alone… Gently!”
He had been rejoicing too soon and implored again, “Gently, that part is sensitive, don’t thrust so vigorously, your strength is too much, your thrusts are too powerful, it hurts a bit… yes… like this…”
Gripping Lan Wangji’s shoulders, Wei Wuxian deliberately wrapped his legs around his waist. Lying on the ground, his body was getting worked up in the wake of Lan Wangji’s undulating movements. The continuous grinding against his insides and the brushing of the grass on his skin elicited a low moan from him. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he resumed running off at the mouth, “Lan Zhan, you’re really great. How can such a gorgeous beauty play the guqin so well, have such proper penmanship, possess such strong spiritual energy, be endowed with such high cultivation base and even be so amazing in bed? How can you be so outstanding? Do you see how much I love you…”
Lan Wangji, “…”
Wei Wuxian seemed to be blessed with the innate ability to not feel the least be ashamed at a moment like this. The more unequivocally he spoke, the more excited he became. “I only want to be fucked by you alone, you can thrust as deep as you want…”
As he spoke frankly, he spread his legs even wider apart and continued, “A bit deeper. All of me is yours through and through, the deeper you go the more I enjoy it. You can also come inside me… Oh!”
Just as he was getting carried away, he suddenly felt the person above him prodding him in a distressingly deep place that had never been reached before. Wei Wuxian’s eyes instantly widened. He had never expected that Lan Wangji could in fact go even deeper. He let out a wail and faltered, “Ooh… Hmmn, help, not, not like this, it’s too much.”
He wanted to curl up to avoid being pounded again but there was no way Lan Wangji would allow him to escape. Pulling out and implacably pushing in, Lan Wangji kept doing him like this and angrily retorted, “You… reap what you sow!”
Wei Wuxian opened his legs in earnest to withstand the rough fucking while whimpering, “Ge, er-gege, I’m going to die, you’ll screw me to death, I was wrong, my mistake, don’t punish me like this. I’m a virgin, treat me better…”
Drops of sweat dripped down from the ends of Lan Wangji’s hair. This person habitually impassive to the point of coldness betrayed at that moment a discomfit expression as if he was on the brink of falling apart, “Are you really begging or are you… purposely… Your hips! Stop writhing!”
Wei Wuxian raised his head and yelled at the top of his voice, “Someone! Help! Hanguang-Jun is… ah! Hanguang-Jun… I can’t anymore…”
As Lan Wangji kissed away the tears he had wrung from Wei Wuxian, he uttered through gritted teeth, “… Wei Ying, I am… speaking seriously, do not do that again. I… I will truly… lose control. I fear I… Sorry.”
Even at such a time, with a flush spread across his face, he did not forget to apologise, his brows were slightly knitted and his countenance remorseful. Hearing this, Wei Wuxian’s heart softened and ached from the havoc he had wreaked, he said gently, “Why are you saying sorry? Even if it hurts, I’m still glad because it’s you doing it… aah…” […]
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Утащила с Тамблера вырезанный Мосян Тунсю фрагмент из 111-й главы.
Фрагмент на инглише, НЦа
Мне прямо жаль, что она эту часть убрала(
Фрагмент на инглише, НЦа
Мне прямо жаль, что она эту часть убрала(