Chapter 63

Lin Xiao stood in Ling Luo’s room, waiting for him..

Ling Luo walked in slowly. Lin Xiao tilted his head at him, “Lay down on the bed, and I’ll apply the medicine for you.” Ling Luo acquiesced, removing his shirt while Lin Xiao took out the ointment and saw that Ling Luo’s wound was still bleeding.

Lin Xiao frowned. “Let’s put on the medicine quickly.”

Ling Luo took out a pill of his own and popped it in his mouth. “I forgot this wound even exists.”

Lin Xiao thinned his lips, not doubting Ling Luo’s words. Ling Luo has been cultivating for so long, what kind of injury hasn’t he had? Lin Xiao’s own cultivation might be growing fast, but he doesn’t have the protagonist’s halo. How could he compare to Ling Luo?

Anyways, maybe Ling Luo didn’t care about his wounds. But Lin Xiao, having caused them, felt quite guilty.

Ling Luo’s bleeding cut was healing before their eyes. Soon there was only a shallow scar left. Still, Ling Luo lay down on his bed, waiting for Lin Xiao to serve him.

(Seeing Ling Luo behave like this, Xuan Xe facepalmed, then hid himself away. He was afraid if he kept watching, he’d want to float out and scold Ling Luo to shreds.)

Lin Xiao sat on the bed, spreading the ointment over Ling Luo’s bruises.

Ling Luo closed his eyes, enjoying. Truthfully, he felt hardly any discomfort. Yet at the touch of Lin Xiao’s cool fingertips, he couldn’t help but inhale deeply.

Stilling his hand, Lin Xiao said: “I know it might be painful, but just endure.”

Ling Luo nodded, even though there was no hurt, only his own heavy breathing.

Lin Xiao’s gentle touch slowly rubbed the ointment over Ling Luo’s lower abdomen. Ling Luo felt his concentration slowly dissipating under those movements.

If Ling Luo hadn’t realized his feelings for Lin Xiao, then applying medicine would have been that simple. But…Ling Luo knew his intentions for Lin Xiao. Now, in Ling Luo’s mind, the caressing of ointment became much more…ambiguous.

Lin Xiao, silent, was considering this a rare moment of peacefulness between Ling Luo and himself.

The more time you spend with someone, the more they mean to you, Lin Xiao thought. Ling Luo kept occupying more and more of him.

“Hmmm,” Ling Luo protested. Not because of discomfort, but because Lin Xiao’s hand had inadvertently drifted further downwards.

What kind of test was this? If Lin Xiao kept tormenting him, he’ll get aroused. Ling Luo’s mind goes back to that treasured illusion. Desperately he wants Ling Luo’s hand to go just a little further, just a little further down…directly hold his staff, slowly rub it…

Ling Luo wants to slap himself, all he’s doing is torturing himself. And he’s afraid of Lin Xiao being disgusted with him. After all, though they’d touched before, Lin Xiao…still seems to see him as just a bother.

And right now, Lin Xiao’s actions were still appropriate between friends. Thinking this, Ling Luo pushed away Lin Xiao’s hand, saying, “Well, I’m already good, you go and rest.”

Lin Xiao awoke from his own thoughts and registered that Ling Luo had just groaned. Thinking he must have been too rough, he quickly apologized: “I’m sorry. I was distracted just now, I’ll go lighter.” Then Lin Xiao took more ointment and resumed smearing it.

Cool fingertips coupled with silky ointment, Ling Luo’s suffering continued.

His mental focus has always been good…if not for the lustful thoughts that keep ensnaring him. He absolutely has to stop…he can’t get aroused…

His face remained calm, but his heart pounded away. Already he was semi-erect down there, and without the cover of his shirt, Lin Xiao would clearly see it through the thin pants.

As Ling Luo feared, Lin Xiao did see it.

Now Lin Xiao felt embarrassed. No wonder Ling Luo had been moaning,…massaging Ling Luo in a sensitive place.

And of course Ling Luo had pushed his hand away. Lin Xiao deeply regretted. He should have left when Ling Luo said to!

This is a sad affair.

Lin Xiao’s face stiffened, as he forced himself not to look at Ling Luo’s crotch, trying to casually move his hand upwards. But Ling Luo felt even more aggrieved.

Taking a deep breath, how could Ling Luo endure it? The one he liked, touching him down there. If he could bear it, he wasn’t a man.

Erotic memories of Lin Xiao played non-stop in Ling Luo’s mind. Suddenly opening his eyes, he caught Lin Xiao’s wrist. Then exerted his strength, pulling Lin Xiao’s whole body onto the bed.

Turning over, Ling Luo forced Lin Xiao underneath himself.

Surprised, Lin Xiao didn’t immediately react. Crushed under Ling Luo’s weight, he felt the erection pressing against him, the head buried in his neck, the hot breath panting over his skin.

Lin Xiao’s body froze.

Ling Luo felt Lin Xiao stiffen. But he’s already got him flat on his back, it’s too late to repent now. He rubbed his hard member against Lin Xiao. His voice low and a little weak, “Lin Xiao, help me. Lin Xiao…I’m miserable, help me.”

Lin Xiao, still frozen, asked a stupid question, “…how can I help?” As soon as he said it, Lin Xiao wanted to muzzle himself. How can two men help with…

Hearing Lin Xaio not reject him, but ask how to help, Ling Luo’s lust happily bloomed. Arrogantly grabbing Lin Xiao’s hand, he put it inside his pants, making it grab his burning cock.

Lin Xiao’s hand was rigid, he hasn’t forgotten…That time, because Ling Luo was too big, how painful it was…

Now he’s sensing it again, in his hand. He thinks he can tell Ling Luo’s heartbeat by the pulsing veins, the heat burning his palm.

Ling Luo, without speaking, made Lin Xiao’s hand move up and down, up and down, over and over again. Until his mouth blew against Lin Xiao’s ear, sluggishly saying: “I’m going to let go. You move.” And he took his hand off Lin Xiao’s.

The breath on his ear made Lin Xiao tremble. He continued his stiff stroking, even though he wanted to disappear. Thinking how what he was doing wasn’t normal between brothers, his shame grew…his heart pounding violently.

(Lin Xiao blindly wondered if Huangfu Shan was watching this situation. However, if Huangfu Shan had known Lin Xiao’s thoughts, he might have jumped out to hit Lin Xiao upside the head. Huangfu Shan had already shielded himself the moment the situation became intimate. Peeking at others’ private moments, get a needle in the eye.)

Ling Luo gasping in satisfaction, suddenly thought if Lin Xiao could help him, he could help Lin Xiao. Feelings could be promoted on both sides. Considering this, Ling Luo crisply reached down into Lin Xiao’s trousers, grabbing his member.

Lin Xiao’s cock was still soft. So Ling Luo kneaded and it started to rise.

Ling Luo’s mouth quietly curved up. His Lin Xiao is easy to provoke. He accelerated his rubbing, pleased to hear Lin Xiao moaning.

Lin Xiao, already emotional, had been diligently suppressing. Now with Ling Luo teasing him, naturally he got erect.

Lin Xiao raged: “What are you doing?!”

Ling Luo raised his face, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. Blinking innocently, he said, “Lin Xiao, you help me, I have to help you.” His hand lightly caressing.

Lin Xiao bit his lips, feeling nauseous. Who wanted to help Ling Luo?!

Seeing Lin Xiao’s expression, Ling Luo insincerely frowned. “Lin Xiao, you don’t feel good?” He sighed, assuring Lin Xiao: “I will definitely make you feel good!”

He buried his head in Lin Xiao’s neck, hiding his smile. Extending his tongue, he rolled Lin Xiao’s earlobe in his mouth, gently licking and biting.

Lin Xiao only felt a burst, his whole body trembling, and the hand squeezing around Ling Luo’s cock lost its strength.

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