"nice."

The devil stopped.

He originally wanted to show off his own charity, and he didn't think that people who were very arrogant and conceited would really follow his words. Those two words came too straightforward and neat, which made the devil feel a little unable to react.

"...ah?" He was stunned in a daze.

"It looks great." Ranbai said slowly, his tone calm and dull.

The boy stared at her vigilantly, his scalp tingled, and he couldn't tell where the sense of danger came from. "I warn you, don't try to use any tricks, me, I..."

Before he could finish his fierce threats, the person in front of him suddenly pressed down, which scared him. The next second, the devil widened his eyes!

When those eyes were not covered by glasses, they would look more realistically. They were very seductive, as if they were intoxicating aged wine. She raised her nose to his side and leaned over and pressed down. Her breath was stolen and eager, and her cold and thin lips covered the boy's lips.

She, she, she, she actually-

The devil couldn't speak, and his head exploded with a loud bang. He felt that he was going to break down. He looked at the person in front of him in frightened. At the first moment, he didn't even think about pushing it away until she licked his lips and teeth, and something slipped in.

"You're not..." The devil was about to say something, but was blocked directly by someone, and all the words were forced to swallow in his throat.

The master pinched his waist and kissed him.

Once this absurd cognition appears in my mind, it will be difficult to get rid of.

Looking at the demon's incredible look, I have to say that this look greatly pleased Ranbai. She unscrupulously pressed the boy on the bed, pressed his wrist that he wanted to struggle, and whispered: "Be good, open your mouth."

His voice is low and hoarse.

It is extremely aggressive and is cold and hard that is inconsistent with the warm appearance.

The devil didn't know whether he was confused or had no ability to resist, but he didn't struggle anymore. His body and bones became soft and his arrogance disappeared. He cooperated with Ran Bai to slightly open his lips and teeth.

"Today my master teaches you to kiss."

Until the end, the demon clenched the hem of the clothes helplessly, with white finger bones, and a peach-like blush at the end of his eyes. His dark red eyes were shattered and shimmering. His shady and shady air spilled out of his throat, and he gained his ** from his suffocation.

Ranbai let him go until the moment the boy couldn't breathe, "Can't even breathe?"

"Who can't do it anymore?" Once questioned, the demon became irritable with the cat who was furious, and his voice was hoarse and trembling when he spoke.

"A little fool." Ranbai chuckled, and his long and cold fingers leaned towards his back, gently stroked through the thin fabric, slid down at the position of the boy's butterfly bone. She outlined the shape and asked him, "Where is the wings?"

The demon was trembling for a moment, and the redness at the end of his eyes had not faded: "It's put away..."

"Show me." Ranbai said.

"No!" The devil shook his head in horror and reacted very much, as if Ranbai had proposed some unforgivable conditions at a glance.

In his human form, Ranbai has never seen a demon spreading his bat wings.

I don't know if this has any special significance.

"I really don't give it?"

"Don't think about it!" The devil glared at her fiercely and knocked her out the hand that touched her.

"So fierce? Baby." Ranbai stretched out the tail sound, his voice was very low and he was ambiguous, so he bit his ear tip, "Just take a look, can you still trust me, um?"

The boy's earlobes were all red and his body was stiff.

Ranbai forced him to coax him for a long time, and finally he made the devil reluctantly agree to show him only once.

The devil pursed his thin lips that were kissed red, and spread his bat wings slowly, with a little reluctant expression. The huge and gorgeous bat wings spread out from the boy's thin and chilly back, as if dancing on the tip of a knife, flowing with a thrilling beauty. The black bat wings always turn blood-red and strange patterns, which are stunning and suffocating. They almost cover the bed, which is exquisite and charming to the boy's eyebrows and eyes.

"Have you seen it?" The devil's tone was a little bad, and he urged her impatiently, like a irritable little cutie.

The dyed white eyes were dark and heavy, and there was a bit of dangerous darkness in the originally soft eyes that seemed to be dripping. She gently stroked the boy's bat wings and followed the beautiful and smooth lines.

The moment the cold fingertips touched the wings, the huge bat wings trembled slightly. The demon gritted his teeth before resisting the muffled groans that had overflowed his lips and teeth, and wanted to retract the bat wings.

"Do you dare to accept it?" Ranbai said warmly.

"You promised to take a look!" The devil refuted aggrievedly, and a strange and strange feeling swept across his body. He couldn't help but tremble. He felt as if he was over-electricity and could not use force. Even the side of his waist softened, and his collarbone spread thin red.

Ranbai heard this and thought of something, and laughed at him, "It's so naive."

She lowered her eyes and slowly stroked the demonic bat wings. The boy looked pitiful, and the bat wings were constantly trembling and shivering, but she didn't dare to take them back and could only let them touch them.

The resistance and contradiction of desire almost drove the demon crazy.

He couldn't help but speak softly, his voice hoarse and slight: "Master..."

"I feel so uncomfortable." The devil had red eyes and was confused and helpless to do whatever he wanted.

"Are you an adult?" Ranbai restrained his moment, maintained his bottom line of being a human being, and finally confirmed it.

The devil trembled and nodded.

"Very good." Ranbai's eyes were gentle, and Sven kissed his bat wings lightly.

…

When I woke up again, it was at night, and the boy complained in a hoarse voice: "You lied to me."

"This is a plan." Ranbai leaned against the bedside reading a book. His shirt was snow-white, his cuffs were loosely rolled up, and he put on the pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He was both banned and eager, and he patiently replied: "I will never get tired of deceitful soldiers."

The demon buried half his face on the pillow and hummed lowly. The pitiful bat wings that were tortured were closed and hung behind him. His back was green. He was still thinking about something. He rolled around with the quilt and walked to Ran Bai. "The words you didn't finish before."

"Hmm?" Ranbai looked at him with his eyes down.

Although it turned into an adult form, the boy still had a kind of childish and lazy life, and his beautiful eyes were a little brighter. "Even if you say it's useless to mess around, are you going to say that my money is not all yours?"

"..." Ranbai thought seriously and calmly pressed the demon's head upwards: "Have I said it?"

"You said I was trying to kill myself!"

"I remember this, but I don't remember what you said in the last sentence."

The devil was shocked by the shamelessness of being dyed white, and he couldn't organize the words for a while.

He was so angry that he wanted to point at Ranbai and scold Wushao, "Some humans gave him money last time! Are you so short of money?!"

Ranbai glanced at him lightly, and his slender fingers caressed the poor and weak bat wings behind the boy's back with carelessness. The bat wings that were originally closed were trembling sensitively, and there was a vague trend. The devil's eyes were filled with turbulence and his face was red. He lay down without much strength, still thinking about what Ranbai said before, and complained in a low voice: "As for bumping, what's wrong with me with your money."
Chapter completed!