The Blood Crown - Chapter 342

Chapter 342

Yan Sikong suddenly felt his mouth dry and his heart was beating wildly. He felt Feng Ye’s warm and soft lips lingering on his neck, and the arms around his waist kept tightening, as if to unite the two of them.

The scenes of se-xual entanglement were released from the depths of the sealed memory and flooded into his mind.

People have seven emotions and six desires. He put the most useless se-xual desire to the lowest. When he was young, he wandered around the world and became an official in his youth. He went in and out of countless brothels, but he always restrained himself from being dominated by desire, no matter whether the other party was a man or a woman. There was only one person who made him unable to restrain himself and did not want to restrain himself, and brought him to experience the ultimate happiness in the world.

This person once gave him pure and unreserved love, and also pushed him into the abyss. He also defended the city for him, blocked arrows, and gave up the throne that was within his reach.

After half a lifetime of painful entanglement, they still couldn’t bear to part with each other.

Now this person was hugging him tightly, and every kiss that fell on his skin was like a burning fire, awakening his long-frozen desire.

He struggled to turn around in Feng Ye’s arms, put his hands on his broad chest, and stared at Feng Ye’s eyes full of spring without blinking.

Feng Ye was like a wolf that had been hungry for a long time and finally saw its prey, with a warm light flashing in his eyes, but under Yan Sikong’s gaze, his urgency became hesitant, and the hesitation gradually turned into disappointment. He lowered his eyes, unwilling to let go, but dared not to be presumptuous.  He whispered, “Kong’er, don’t you want to?”

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye deeply, “I’m just worried about your injury.”

“My injury has healed.” Feng Ye’s drooping eyebrows showed grievance, “If you don’t want to, how can I force you? You don’t need any excuses.”

“Why should I make excuses?” Yan Sikong grabbed Feng Ye’s clothes and scolded, “If you hadn’t been so willful, your injury should have healed long ago.”

Feng Ye couldn’t help feeling guilty when he mentioned this. He lowered his head and didn’t speak.

“Do you still dare? Your Highness, the King of the North.” Yan Sikong saw Feng Ye’s awkward appearance. Compared with the domineering and cold King of North in front of others, he was completely different. He couldn’t help but laugh a little, but he held back his laughter.

“I dare not.” Feng Ye reluctantly relaxed his grip on Yan Sikong and said sullenly.

Yan Sikong raised the corner of his lips slightly, took a deep breath, leaned forward a little, and whispered in Feng Ye’s ear: “Wang’er.”

Feng Ye was stunned, and didn’t react at all for a while.

The next moment, distant memories suddenly hit him, and a young boy’s voice sounded in his ears-“If you dare to call me “Wang’er” in private, I will kiss you.”

Feng Ye’s eyes were hot, and he held the back of Yan Sikong’s head and blocked the soft lips fiercely!

Yan Sikong hugged Feng Ye’s neck with both hands and responded emotionally.

The four lips rolled passionately and roughly, and the soft tongues entangled each other more flexibly, greedily demanding each other’s breath, pouring out unspeakable desires.

Feng Ye bent over and picked up Yan Sikong, biting his lower lip lightly, and strode to the bed. When he put him on the bed, his tall body also pressed down.

This kiss was already confusing. Yan Sikong held Feng Ye’s face, his heart beating as fast as a drum. He panted and said, “It’s still daylight…”

“So what.” Feng Ye took off the hairpin on Yan Sikong’s head, letting the dark hair spread on the bed. His eyes were burning with desire, “Day and night, what’s the difference? I can always fu–ck you, I can turn your day and night upside down… Kong’er, do you know how much I missed you?”

Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye’s sharp and deep wolf eyes: “Tell me now.”

Feng Ye tore off Yan Sikong’s clothes. Although he was prepared, but seeing the hideous scar again still made his heart tighten.

Yan Sikong’s expression was also a little uncomfortable. He didn’t think these injuries were any hindrance on weekdays, except that they were unsightly, but when he exposed his body, he couldn’t help feeling embarrassed, no matter who he was in front of.

Feng Ye stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers trembled as he touched the skin and flesh burned by the fire, inch by inch, bit by bit.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.” Yan Sikong said softly, but he didn’t know whether he was talking to Feng Ye or himself.

It’s over, it doesn’t hurt anymore.

Feng Ye’s eyes were sore. He imagined Yan Sikong being burned by the fire, and he felt his heart burning. Every time he saw these scars, he would think of everything that the person he cherished most had experienced, and the culprit was himself.

This will be the biggest punishment of his life.

Feng Ye leaned down and pressed his thin lips against the hideous skin, kissing gently and solemnly. If he could heal the wounds Yan Sikong had suffered, he would do anything.

Unfortunately, who can rewrite the past.

While kissing, Feng Ye took off Yan Sikong’s clothes one by one. He saw the burn marks clinging to Yan Sikong’s chest, arms and calves like poisonous vines. He was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe. His kiss was trembling, his eyes were red, and he almost cried.

Feng Ye raised his head, his face full of shame, he choked and said: “Kong’er…”

Yan Sikong held Feng Ye’s face and said seriously: “Nan Yu has many wounds on his body, and so do you. A good man fights in all directions, and every scar is the glory of a soldier. You look down on me by acting like this.”

“I…” Feng Ye bit his lip.

“Do you think it’s ugly?”

“No!”

Yan Sikong smiled faintly and touched Feng Ye’s lips: “I feel very majestic too.” His hand touched Feng Ye’s open chest, where there was also a hideous arrow wound. From the beginning of it being a blood hole, to it being torn repeatedly, to now being completely healed, everything that happened during this period, every word they said, was vivid in his mind.

The reason why scars are left after the wound heals is to make people remember the past, but the reason why the wound heals is to make people move forward. Yan Sikong whispered: “We don’t have to just look at these wounds.”

Feng Ye held Yan Sikong’s lips affectionately again, and while their lips and teeth were intertwined, he vaguely called “Kong’er”, and kissed him on his jaw, neck, and chest, and his big hands gently wandered all over his body.

Yan Sikong felt his body getting hotter and hotter, and the restlessness in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he gradually sank with Feng Ye’s touch.

They haven’t felt each other for too long. The suppressed desire is like a bound beast, which bursts out with amazing power the moment it is released. Their minds are stripped out of their minds, their flesh and blood are entangled crazily, and the extreme sensuality makes them seem to have entered a void, where there is no world, no one, only each other. In the deadly entanglement, the only clear thing is the love for each other that has gone through pain and despair but still cannot be extinguished.

The huge desire that Feng Ye poured out made him not look like a person who had just recovered from his injury, or even like a person. He tirelessly engraved his own marks inside and outside Yan Sikong’s body. Yan Sikong fainted several times and woke up several times. He moaned and begged, and finally could only fall into the abyss of love with Feng Ye…

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Yan Sikong opened his eyes again, and it was already dawn.

His eyes were swollen, his throat was hoarse, his brain was buzzing, and his body was so sore that he could hardly move. He was very confused when he just woke up.

Then, many le-wd scenes appeared in front of him, and Yan Sikong felt his face flushed and he groaned uncomfortably.

Feng Ye, who was reading a book by the bed, lowered his head: “Kong’er, you’re awake.”

Yan Sikong turned his face away in shame and anger when he heard the voice.

Feng Ye leaned down, stroked Yan Sikong’s long hair with his hand, and said with a smile: “You slept for a long time, are you too tired?”

Yan Sikong cursed him in his heart. He still remembered that Feng Ye tossed him from the afternoon until dark, and then never let him go all night. He couldn’t even remember when he fainted.

Feng Ye rubbed Yan Sikong’s face with his cheek and said ambiguously: “Have you neglected martial arts training? You begged me for mercy last night…”

Yan Sikong pushed his face away and said unclearly: “No, it’s not decent.”

“What do I want to be decent.” Feng Ye turned over and lay down, holding Yan Sikong in his arms, “I want my Kong’er.”

Yan Sikong’s body was so soft that he could not use any strength. He could only let him hold him, and he was too lazy to lift his eyelids.

Feng Ye kissed him on the forehead again and again: “Are you hungry? I’m waiting for you to have a meal together.”

“Not hungry.”

“I looked at you for a long time when you were asleep.” Feng Ye whispered softly in Yan Sikong’s ear, “As I looked at you, I felt that you haven’t changed much from before. I can even imagine what you will look like when you are old.”

Yan Sikong said lazily: “What will he look like?”

“You must be an old man with a noble bearing and a celestial spirit.” Feng Ye finished speaking and laughed.

“What about you?” Yan Sikong couldn’t help but want to laugh.

“I’m sure I’ll still be as majestic as I am now.” Feng Ye laughed softly, “Come to think of it, I really want to see what you look like when you become an old man.”

“I don’t want to.”

“But we will definitely see it one day.” Feng Ye gently stroked Yan Sikong’s back, “We have seen each other’s childhood, met again as teenagers, and now we have to join hands for life, grow old together, I have you in this life, and you have me in this life, how wonderful.”

Yan Sikong’s heart suddenly surged with sweetness and bitterness: “Well, a lifetime… good, very good.”

“A lifetime.” Feng Ye hugged Yan Sikong and said it very solemnly and firmly.

A lifetime is short and long, so short that it seems that you will see white hair in the blink of an eye, but it is long enough to accommodate so many mistakes, regrets, failures, and pains. In a lifetime, you have to meet so many people and go through so many things. If you can really fulfill the promise of “a lifetime” with someone, what kind of luck it is.

A lifetime is too difficult, but they want to try.

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See you in the parking lot~

The next chapter is the final chapter!