This Evil One Is From the Immortal Realm

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The red wine glasses on the table, shocked by the enormous impact, revealed a seductive color of unfinished red wine, slowly distributed on the table, and stained Carl's chest and hair.

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With two roars, the desktop returned to calm, and Carl fell asleep softly on the table. Fu Shiyu's breathing was heavy, his deep eyes flashed away, the sweat slipped from his face and fell into his collar one by one.

The palm of his hand was held from Carl's back, and finally his fingertips rested beneath Carl's left shoulder, a black rose that he had personally applied to Carl's print, a rose that looked extraordinarily beautiful, especially in the light of Carl's white skin.

And on the leaves of the rose, there is also an "S” letter, which is not obvious. If you don't look closely, I'm afraid you won't even notice, even Karl himself is afraid not to know.

However, this “S” is just a temporary thought that he had at the time, and does not represent anything...

Untie the tie that blindfolded Carl's eyes, Fu Shiyu bowed down, his chest firmly against Carl's back, he lifted his hand and smashed Carl's face, kissed him gently on his lips, and then said, “Call my name! ”

Though he used the tone of the order, there was a gentle smile on the bottom of his eyes, which was completely judged by two people compared to the rude one.

Karl bit his lip, his name...

“Lord… man.” Carl closed his eyes and vomited the words hard.

“Master?” Fu Siyu stunned, he didn't mean it that way.

However, looking at Karl's expression of indistinct indignation, he looked like a small child. Fu Shiyu was in a bit of a happy mood for a moment...

“Hehe…”

Together, Karl could feel Fu Shiyu's kind of laughter coming from his chest. His angry eyes opened, but he could put a pair on Fu Shiyu's face, without any deep laughter, and he instantly stood still.

He's not that he hasn't seen Fu Shiyu smile, but this is the first time he's seen a smile that makes him happy simply because of something.

Did he laugh because of himself?

Karl didn't know what he had done to make Fu Shiyu so happy, but seeing him laugh like that, he couldn't help but lift his lip angle, and there was a feeling of satisfaction in his heart that had never been felt before.

Fu Shiyu smiled for a while and then said: "No, from a new call. ”

Didn't you ask him to call the master? What's that called?

First name…

He remembered that Fu Shiyu had said that the only name between him and him was the owner and the toy...

But at this time, Fu Shiyu's eyesight made Karl feel that he wanted to call himself his name.

Karl's blue eyes flashed incredibly, his long, dense eyelashes trembled slightly, his lips stretched several times, and he didn't make a sound.

Nervous, besides nervous or nervous, this feeling is even more nervous than the first time I did it with Fu Shiyu.

Karl's redness on his cheek hasn't dispersed just now, and with his expression at this time, there is an unspeakable rhyme, which makes Fu Shiyu's heart feel a little rippy.

The feeling was familiar to him, because every time he saw the night, the ripples could not help but emerge.

Fu Shiyu suddenly wondered, if it was Night Xuan's morning under him, would he have the same look?

“Call the teacher! ”