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When Tom Riddle couldn't wait to return to his and Vince Lord's home, Vince Lord was still asleep.

The silver-haired boy's sleeping position was exactly the same as when the man left, even his breathing rate did not change.

Seeing this, Tom Riddle, who was thinking that he could study new spells with Vincent Lord when he came back, walked to the bedside and stretched out his evil icy hand to achieve his goal.

Dry, warm and comfortable, just like taking off your gloves after playing in the snow and sitting in front of the fireplace to warm yourself.

How comfortable he was, how cold Wenxiu Lord was, who was used as a hand warmer.

What you think about during the day you will dream about at night. Although it was not night now, Wenxiu Lord still dreamed of Remus.

In the dream, he was at his favorite part, touching the tail.

He chuckled twice and was very rudely about to reach out his hand to stroke the wolf's tail from the base to the bottom. However, before he even touched the wolf's fur, his beautiful dream collapsed into a gray and white void.

"It's so cold." Wenxiu Lord, who was woken up, was very unhappy.

He decided to retaliate.

What he didn't touch in his dream, he wants to touch in reality.

Grasping Tom Riddle's arm tightly, Wenxiu Lord used the force of turning over to pull the man away, catching him off guard.

Tom Riddle fell on the bed, feeling a little angry after being teased.

He propped himself up on the mattress and was about to get angry when he met a pair of smiling silver-gray eyes.

After spending such a long time together, Wenxiu Lord had already figured out the bottom line of what he could tolerate, and a simple smile had a remarkable effect.

The boy's eyes were like a winding stream formed by the first melting snow, easily extinguishing the small flame he had just lit.

Feeling the man's breathing stagnate, the silver-haired boy began to put his hands dishonestly into his coat.

"Does Fudi have any work to do today?"

He bent his knees and hooked Tom Riddle, then spread his legs and sat on him, the height difference between them being evened out in this posture.

His fingertips wandered over the skin, and Tom Riddle, who had often played with these hands, could even imagine what these hands looked like.

Grasping the hand that was trying to reach into his shirt with his backhand, Tom Riddle opened the boy's palm and interlocked his fingers and pressed them on the dark bed sheets.

The other hand supported Wenxiu Lord's waist, and the distance between the two was shortened to the thickness of only one palm.

"I need to rest too, my Wenxiu."

The man's voice was deep and dangerous, and his aura was oppressive.

Of course, Wenxiu Lord was not afraid. With the alchemical item that could resist the Death Curse, even if he attacked Tom Riddle right now...

Well, he still can’t do this, mainly because he dislikes it.

In his crouched posture, Tom Riddle was a head taller than Vinciu Lord.

The silver-haired boy looked at the Adam's apple that occupied his entire sight and trembled as Tom Riddle spoke, leaving his own mark around it.

The touch was delicate, cool and a little hard. Wenxiu Lord exerted slight force on his upper and lower jaws and heard a muffled groan from above his head.

He opened his mouth and licked a circle of teeth marks with the tip of his tongue. Then, Vinciu Lord climbed up Tom Riddle's neck with his other hand and pressed down, leaving no space between the two men.

"This is Fudi's punishment for teasing me. Since you said you would take a rest today, you can't remove the tooth marks."

"Yeah." Anyway, he wouldn't see anyone else except Wenxiu Lord all day, so Tom Riddle just went with him.

The hand pressing down on the shoulder turned into a push-off. Tom Riddle, who was about to continue, frowned in confusion when he heard a hint of embarrassment in the boy's clear voice.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

He hasn't gone to drain the water since last night, and now he's really anxious!

He's Merlin, how embarrassing.

Tom Riddle, who perhaps knew nothing in the past and knows little now, turned over and sat next to Vincent Lord, raising his eyebrows and fixating on a certain part of his body.

Obviously, he misunderstood.

Wenxiu Lord, who would have caused a disaster if he was a second late, had no time to look at Tom Riddle's expression.

He rushed into the bathroom without even putting on shoes.

A few minutes later, the silver-haired boy walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed.

And the brisk pace and mood fell to the bottom with the question "So fast?"

'These damn Death Eaters, they taught Voldemort something during his absence!'

He was roaring madly in his heart, but on the surface the corners of his lips twitched uncontrollably with embarrassment. Wenxiu Lord felt that even for the sake of his own pride as a man, he had to explain.

"I'm just going to the bathroom. Has Fudi read anything that expands his mind recently? His thoughts are so active."

The man nodded in understanding, without any emotion, and it was hard to tell whether he believed it or not.

Wenxiu Lord didn't want to gamble with his dignity, especially when the one teasing him was a man who had never used any dignity in his life for more than 40 years.

"Vodhi is my fiancé. My love is right here. Where else do I need to go?"

It's just disgusting, he can do that! Let's hurt each other! Old Voldemort!

With one knee pressed between Tom Riddle's knees, Vincent Lord put his hand suggestively and drew circles on the man's collarbone.

"Or does Fudi want to?"

"enough!"

Tom Riddle, who was very disgusted with this kind of thing, interrupted Wenxiu Lord coldly, pushed him aside and got out of bed.

Having successfully defended his dignity and turned the tables, Vinciu Lord was in a good mood. After laughing a few times, he incorporated his actions into Voldemort's persecution plan.

After washing up and changing into pajamas, Wenxiu Lord glanced at Tom Riddle, who still had an ugly face, and sat next to him very tactlessly.

What he wanted was to see Tom Riddle angry but unable to show it. At this time, Wenxiu Lord would only admire him silently and would not try to coax him.

Hooking the man's little finger, Wenxiu Lord acted as if everything was normal, gentle and full of love.

"Let me make a hearty breakfast for the Lord today. Would the Lord like to guess what the dish is?"

The man's expression now was extremely funny. He was so angry that he wanted to kill someone, but he had to force a hypocritical smile.

"As long as it's made by Wen Xiu, I love it."

Wen Xiu Luode rolled his eyes in his heart, "That's a nice thing to say. I'll make you a five-nut mooncake. Eat it, and I'll send you away."

He rubbed Tom Riddle's cheek affectionately and said, "Well, Lord, just wait and see." Wenxiu Lord stood up and walked towards the door.

The curved corners of the lips and the love in the eyes were smoothed out as the boy turned around, without any ripples.

The door closed, Tom Riddle no longer suppressed the restless magic in his body, and the sound of cloth tearing was heard in the bedroom.

The newspaper was slapped on the table, and the part that the man had just held had already been wrinkled into wrinkles that could not be smoothed out.

Wenxiu Lord stood outside the room, listening to the loud noise that even the door could not block, and walked away with a smile.

Today is also the day when Voldemort was successfully persecuted.

Humming a little tune leisurely, Wenxiu Lord came to the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, and decided to make a sumptuous meal.

He was in a good mood and decided to treat himself.