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Lin Qingmo didn't know whether he was awake or asleep. First, he felt a big shadow covering his head, and everything in front of him was dark. Then he was stripped of his clothes. He was naked. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to struggle and shout, but he couldn't move. Then his clothes were put on one by one, but they were many layers, covering his feet, like a woman's long skirt, and the ringing of the bracelets jingled when he walked. He was supported by someone on each side and walked from a quiet room to a noisy hall. The aroma of wine and flowers brushed against his nose. There was music, and each instrument seemed to have a sweet throat hidden in it. The songs "sung" were light, floating, and faint, very lazy but very ethereal. Lin Qingmo felt even more sleepy after listening to it. The laughter of the guests clinking glasses was all around him. These sounds seemed to be right next to Lin Qingmo's ears, but very far away. His clear mind was turned into a small piece, nestling in the dark body that could not feel the light. He was forced to kneel down, and kowtowed three times. As he moved, he felt something hanging down on his heavy head scratching his ears, and there was the crisp sound of pearl hairpins hitting each other. Suddenly, he was lifted up and held in a warm embrace. There was a familiar smell in the embrace, from his grandmother, fragrant. He was carried into a large room and sat on the bed. His hands were wrapped in a pair of closed palms and held tightly with tenderness. Then he was put down again. A voice came to his ear: "Wait for me, I'll be back soon." Lin Qingmo Almost woke up with a start, he opened his eyes and it was still dark in front of him, with only a hint of light under his chin. He reached out and touched it, and touched a piece of cloth. He wanted to pull it off, but he heard someone say in his ear: "Don't, I'll lift it." His eyes suddenly lit up, and the cloth was folded on his head by a pair of hands. He looked around. The room was very large, with a red coral round table in the middle, and four stools of the same color placed beside the table. On the table was a white porcelain wine bottle with a thin waist and a long mouth, and two white porcelain wine glasses with thin legs and fat bellies. This room seemed to be the master bedroom. The outer room was blocked by the lowered white gauze curtain, so it was hard to see what it looked like. I thought it might be a living room. On each side of the white gauze curtain was a wooden table with long thin legs, and on each wooden table was a wide-mouthed candlestick with a high handle of antique bronze. But there were no candles burning on the candlesticks, but two fist-sized night pearls, light blue, like two different-colored moons. Lin Qingmo thought he was still in a dream. He saw a person sitting next to him from the corner of his eye. He turned his head and saw that it was a young man wearing a scarlet dress, which made his snow-white face look bright red. The young man was also secretly looking at him. When he met his gaze, he lowered his head shyly, and the redness on his face deepened. Lin Qingmo tried to speak: "Sir, may I ask where this is?" The young man suddenly turned his face and stared at him without blinking. His rosy lips and the red on his face blended into one, making his pair of big yellow glass-like eyes even brighter. There were small fine lines at the end of his eyes, like the tail of a tadpole, a little droopy. "Pork belly? You are pork belly?" Lin Qingmo exclaimed in surprise. These eyes were only the "Pork Belly" in his memory. These eyes became brighter, and the boy said, "Do you still remember me?" Lin Qingmo nodded vigorously, "I remember, how could I not remember. You never came back after you left that time. I didn't expect you to grow up so big in the blink of an eye." He also wanted to say "You are getting more and more beautiful", but he didn't say it. Saying this sounds too much like praising a woman, and it sounds like a rapist, a teasing remark before forcing a decent woman. Ao Yan's hand touched his face and gently rubbed it. Lin Qingmo couldn't help but blush. He grabbed Ao Yan's hand and said, "Five... Ao Yan. Where is this?" Ao Yan looked at him infatuatedly and smiled gently, "It's Dragon Palace." "Dragon Palace?" Lin Qingmo was stunned. He remembered that Lin Xiao had made an appointment with him in the evening. They were talking on the beach about Ge Xiaohua. How could they be at Dragon Palace in the blink of an eye? Then he remembered what his mother said, Ao Yan might be a little monster under the sea. Maybe he was on duty at Dragon Palace, and on a whim, he took him over to play and reminisce. So he said, "Ao Yan, I have to go ashore. Lin Xiao is still waiting for me. If I suddenly disappear, he will be anxious." Ao Yan's big yellow glass eyes, which had always been bright, dimmed, and Ao Yan said, "From now on, this will be your home. We have already been married, I am your husband, and you are my wife. Tonight is our wedding night." Lin Qingmo's ears made a "boom" sound, and he stammered, "What...what...what? Getting married?" He then laughed, "Pork belly, you are still young. Although there are people in the world who get married at your age, it is between a man and a woman, and two men cannot get married." Ao Yan looked up at him, then cast his gaze at his clothes, and said, "You don't believe it? Look at your clothes and the veil." Lin Qingmo stood up, raised his hands slightly, and looked down at his clothes. The turquoise green dress had layered collars and large sleeves with layered cuffs. It was solemn, luxurious, yet dignified and generous. Ao Yan said again: "You are wearing a hairpin dress, a woman's wedding dress. You are my destined wife. When I helped you when we were young, it was because you were my wife. This year I am fourteen years old, and I have reached the age to marry you. Moreover, I am not some underwater monster. My true body is a dragon, the eight prince of the South Sea Dragon Palace." Lin Qingmo murmured, and suddenly he ran out like crazy, and was caught by the quick-eyed and quick-handed Ao Yan by the collar. With a pull, the large-sleeved outer shirt slipped off Lin Qingmo's body. Due to inertia, Lin Qingmo rushed forward and fell on the red coral round table. The wine bottle was swept to the ground and shattered all over the floor. Ao Yan stretched out his hand again to hook Lin Qingmo's waist, spun around, and in the spinning world, Lin Qingmo was lifted up and thrown onto the wedding bed. The wedding bed was very large, covered with lake green yuqiao yarn, and a pair of pillows were festive red, embroidered with golden bodies and green eyes of mandarin ducks. The yarn curtains were lowered by Ao Yan who got on the bed later, and a small yellow-green night pearl was hung on each yarn hook. Lin Qingmo was thrown onto the bed with great force, and the pearl hairpins on his head were scattered on the bed, his hair was loose, and his clothes were in disarray. He and Ao Yan retreated and advanced, and Ao Yan refused to give in and pushed him to the corner of the bed. Although the wedding bed was very large, it was like a tightly locked house-like cage. "I want to go home, I want to go home." Lin Qingmo suddenly felt like he was six years old again, begging helplessly like a child. Ao Yan gradually covered him. After slid out of Ao Yan's armpit, Lin Qingmo crawled to the bedside, but the silk gauze was as smooth as silk. He used his hands and feet but still stood still. Ao Yan stretched out his hand and pulled him back by the ankle. He was pulled by the collar and turned in another direction. His mouth was suddenly kissed. Ao Yan kissed too hard, and their teeth knocked together, which was painful. Ao Yan sucked on Lin Qingmo's lips and skillfully undressed Lin Qingmo's hairpins and ceremonial clothes with his hands. He had practiced thousands of times in private with the help of Chakravartin Xue and Fox King Liu Lan, two big men who often roamed in the red-light district and were good at undressing women. When Lin Qingmo appeared naked in front of Ao Yan, the flower of love in his nature blossomed. Lin Qingmo had dark skin and a thin body, too thin, like a white bone wrapped in a layer of burnt black skin. Only the inner thighs had some flesh, white and tender, Ao Yan kissed it like a possessed man. "No, Ao Yan, no. Let me go home! I want to go home!" Lin Qingmo pushed Ao Yan away with both hands, begging him. Ao Yan glanced at him, his face full of love was particularly gorgeous and charming, he said: "You are my wife, this will be your home from now on, I am your husband, your husband. Do you know what to do on your wedding night?" Then he imitated the words Chakravartin Xue gave him and said: "Lie down, I'll take my time, it won't hurt you." After that, he pulled Lin Qingmo's legs, and Lin Qingmo was forced to fall on the pillow. Ao Yan kissed Lin Qingmo's thigh awkwardly, and saw the same organ as his own in the sparse black bush between her legs. He thought of Xue's words: "Remember to make your wife feel comfortable too. Once she feels comfortable, she will stick to you like a dog-skin plaster and can't be driven away." He reached out and touched and poked her. "Ah - no, don't touch. Um -" Lin Qingmo screamed. But Ao Yan caught the extremely seductive moan at the end of his kiss. Suddenly, his whole body was hot and his penis was also eager to move. He seemed to remember something and took off his wedding clothes. In comparison, Ao Yan's body was stronger, which was quite inconsistent with his beautiful face. Being naked was like wearing clothes, pleasing to the eye. His brain was divided into two parts, one was kissing, caressing, and biting according to his instinct; the other was flipping through the erotic paintings that had been engraved in his mind. He completely forgot about making "my wife feel comfortable". Unconsciously, he touched Lin Qingmo's back. Lin Qingmo screamed in fear: "No, don't touch..." In a panic, he touched a jade hairpin with both hands, and stabbed it fiercely with the hairpin. He couldn't hold it steady, and stabbed into Ao Yan's arm, leaving only the hairpin head outside. Blood flowed down like a thin stream. Lin Qingmo seemed to be awakened by the blood, and hurriedly wiped it with the red veil in his hand: "I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it. It's just that, you and I are both men, we can't get married, let alone do this..." He didn't know much about how men make love, but when Ao Yan pressed the red □ against his hole, he understood it instantly. But what answered him was a sharp pain. He screamed heartbreakingly, bringing the pain that Ao Yan didn't make a sound with, it didn't sound like a human voice. Lin Qingmo's eyes were red when he met Ao Yan's. Ao Yan was like an enraged young animal, not knowing the hunting skills yet. When he was hurt, he would just charge forward without thinking. The lake green shaggy silk sheets, the red gauze curtains, the golden and green-eyed mandarin duck pillow, all of which became bystanders. He watched with a cold heart and cold eyes as Lin Qingmo's legs were spread apart by Ao Yan, who entered him from the front, back, and side in different positions. On the big bed, there was only the monotonous entry and withdrawal, and the heavy breathing of Ao Yan that seemed particularly loud in the silence, and the intermittent "hmmmm ahhh" of Lin Qingmo who seemed to be half dead. It was unclear whether it was pain or pleasure. Lin Qingmo's vagina was broken, and strands of blood were entangled on the vagina and the □ of Ao Yan entering and exiting.
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