Love Taker [Quick Transmigration]

The sunset of residual blood is approaching.

If it was the last time the blood-soaked hill passed away, it must have been like this.

Zhao Yu didn't know how long he stood there. When the sound of explosions came from outside the door, he turned his head as if waking up from a dream, and looked at the group of people who broke in.

In front of a group of heavily armed special forces, the man in only army green short-sleeves looked quite conspicuous.

He glanced around quickly with eagle-wolf eyes, and realized that Zhao Yu was the only living person left in the room. He stared at Zhao Yu desperately, took out the walkie-talkie and said in a suspicious tone: "The scene of the Y6 incident Is there only one ordinary person left?"

It seems that there is an organization dedicated to this kind of special event.

He actually slightly curved his mouth and smiled.

Zhao Yu is no longer surprised by any abnormalities in ordinary life.

……

Tomorrow is my birthday, and now I have a fever. Under the persuasion of my friend, I tried to take antipyretics, but it didn't seem to help.

Anyway, my head hurts, so let me tell you something I haven't said before.

There is nothing special in a person's life. Most people's names will be forgotten in three generations. Even if you are missing, the earth will not stop. Therefore, people live, but they live casually.

I always do the same thing repeatedly, my life has no ups and downs, I live today's life, and I know what tomorrow will be like. The ordinary daily life has never been as thrilling as in novels and movies.

I grow up step by step until I become an adult in society, but I still hate social interaction and the interpersonal society where people doubt and hurt each other.

Anyway, no matter who it is, the spine is always stiff at first.Enthusiasm and hope have a certain amount, and I believe it is thriving.Then along the way, the dreams were shattered together.Success needs to be exchanged with price and opportunity, with material chips in the relationship, and slowly knowing what kind of world you live in.

This is nothing, "sophisticated" is a neutral term.I just learned to be cynical, and then I was downcast, and I didn't want to struggle.

don't like this world--

But the world doesn't need me anyway—

They dare not go down to a lower class than they are now, and they only have pity for the misfortune of the disadvantaged groups. Although they complain occasionally, they dare not really resist the rule of the ruling class after all.At least on the surface, I can pretend that I really have a free life.

No matter how much you exclude society, it’s just that the world allows characters like you to exist.

It was easy to choose to give up.Life is like this, either choose to compromise with life, or commit suicide.

So I locked myself up in a dark room, and even lost the key far away, until the door was forcibly opened by others.

But that person pried open the door, gave him a brief warmth, led him out of the self-locked darkness, and then left with a gentle smile, only the wind kept pouring into the empty room.It's been so long.

I still have a fever and my head hurts, so let's do it first.

As a result, after tomorrow, he will be a 36-year-old man.

The author has something to say: Prince Yiwen, who is finely divided and has UP abilities (laughs.

The inspiration for Ivan's setting in this world partly comes from Saber of fate.As for "the superficially noble is actually a demon", although it seems ridiculous, it comes from the triumphant king Dietrich in the Germanic epic "The Legend of Dietrich".

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In the next world, I want to take pictures, have no ambiguity, and have an aura of heartthrob.Because it was discovered that JJ was forbidden to involve the military and police, the background of the times was slightly changed.

It's time to die again if you don't update the text (funeral notice:

"He's an absolutely dangerous character. Anyone who needs him will fall in love with that spy. Are you sure you're going to carry out the mission for him?"

"Maybe he loves me so much... Tsk, what do you look at in the eyes of a poor man who is about to lose his love!"

☆, the first information that burns the memory

"Scattering flowers to celebrate! Congratulations to Yiwen Jiang, who has won the Outstanding Employee Award with his 100% excellent completion rate so far~"

familiar world.

Anyway, no matter what kind of life you have experienced, you have to return to this world in the end.The boundless fog, those shadowy and illusory figures, compared to the country where people live, this is his world.

He has accepted it all.

——It's just that the exit this time seems to be more gentle.

Ivan recalled the world he had just experienced. After saying goodbye, all he could do was hope that after he left the world, the recipients left behind would only regard it as a dream.

A transient anomaly that seeps into the mundane world.Wake up from the dream, the dream fades, keep hope, there is no need to feel pain about it.People may grow up like crushing stones and swallowing them in their stomachs.

"Excellent staff?"

I remember last time I said that after returning, I would get some outstanding employee awards and the like.

"Is there any reward?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Halo, who was always full of confidence, was more joyful than usual, and even raised his voice: "Of course! For an employee who has always been working hard at the front line of the job, is there anything better than being in the front line of his job?" Do you feel more at ease when you get help in your career! We %￥%&*[email protected] will naturally support the enthusiasm of our employees!"

"……speak English."

Ivan had a bad premonition. This feeling was the same as when he won an excellence award in school when he was a child, but the teacher rewarded him with three math practice books.

The expected joy and gratitude of the employees did not appear, and the halo bounced in the air with some grievances: "It is a halo of heartthrobs limited to one world. The real! Ten thousand! People! Fantastic! Light! Ring! In the next world, as long as Couriers need it, everyone who sees you will fall in love with you~”

It chanted, "I don't know the origin of the love, but it goes deeper and deeper~"

"..." Yiwen asked, "Excuse me, can I return the product?"

Halo jumped in surprise: "But it's already loaded?"

What kind of overlord reward is this?

"Why do you think I need something like this?"

Continuing to be confused: "Huh? But so far, haven't the recipients been convinced by the charm of the courier?"

...what the hell theory.

He's just a little flirtatious.Quite frankly, a little flirtatious.Although thinking about it carefully, Ivan felt a little guilty again.

"Available to the recipient as well?"

"No, it has no effect on the recipient~ because the recipient is special~"

I feel that I have got important information, but it is of no use.

Ivan looked at the thick fog surrounding him and said, "Then, let's get started."

……

[Ivan Lynn (unable to determine real name).male.

spy.Asian Soviet, maternal Chinese descent.

The file age is 21 years old, the real age is unknown.

Proficient in 8 languages, calm, decisive, lurking, one of the best spies of the KGB, in the chaotic situation in the Federal Republic of Germany after World War II, he pretended to be a fanatical Nazi worshiper, obtained a lot of information, and repeatedly thwarted the old restoration conspiracy. Favorable intelligence from the Soviet Union was sent back to China.

Proficient in spearmanship and camouflage, possesses an extraordinary charisma of anomalous nature.It seems that no matter what level and self-control a person has, they will be overwhelmed by the person's appearance and character after he approaches.Because of her dangerous and extraordinary charm, she is known as the "Blood Rose" in the spy circles of the Federal Republic of Germany.

The rest are unknown. 】

"Are you going to fool me with this kind of information?"

The man in the army green shirt sloppily put one leg on the chair and sat by the window sill of the office. Following his lazily spoken words, he could record them with only a piece of paper in his hand, but with a thick The documents bound in the folder were waved, and they slammed on the window sill next to them without knowing how to cherish them.

The temperature in the afternoon is very suitable.Wearing short sleeves doesn't feel cold, and wearing long sleeves doesn't feel too hot. The sun shines on the brown wooden window, which makes it warm. Bees are flying around the green potted plants on the window sill, and they can't find any flowers that can absorb honey.

The man glanced at the bee, estimating the possibility that it might have a bugging device on it.

But this is the headquarters of the CIA. If they can't even control this stuff, the FBI won't bother to deal with it.

The person sitting behind the wooden desk spread his hands, indicating that he could do nothing: "This is all the intelligence, Evan Lynn is very cunning, he rarely acts with the same identity. Although our agents always fall in love with him , and even handed over all the information, but it was only when the other party walked away that he realized that the other party was the famous Blood Rose."

"In the end, they still don't want to share this guy's information, right?" The man twitched his mouth.

The other party gave a low laugh: "Although that Soviet spy is vicious, his charm is indeed incomparable. Even those poor people who were abandoned by him only feel regret and regret after learning his true identity."

Cut, the best lover?A bunch of fools.

The man snorted disdainfully, glanced at the other person's expression, keenly noticed something, and suddenly said in disbelief: "Could it be, even you..."

He knows the reputation and strength of the person in front of him very well. Could it be that even such a powerful character will suffer from this mission object?

The other party showed a wry smile, knowing that there was no way to hide it from this talented new agent of the FBI, so he just thought about his words for a while: "How should I put it... If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have been driven back to China. After all, what is so important? The leaked information was only withdrawn to the country instead of being dealt with in a military court, which is already a very good result.”

"You..." The man was speechless.

"But even though Evan Lynn has made me suffer a lot, I still can't hate him." The other party spread his hands, and there was a hint of nostalgia in his blue eyes. He was about to say something when he glanced at the table, "Ah, next Probably need to say a few more words, do you want a drink?"

He really needed wine to relieve this inexplicable anxiety.The man nodded and watched the other party pick up the bottle of wine that the waiter had just delivered from the table.

The amber liquid fell into the transparent glass, and the ice cubes collided with each other to make a crisp sound. The other party came from behind the table and handed him the glass.

"In Germany after the war, all countries naturally wanted to sneak in to get some information. At that time, I had just sneaked into the British intelligence agency as a double agent. On the surface, I was a special commissioner of the British embassy. The result was that I was approached by that guy, how should I put it, although I’m not ashamed, it’s SweetTrap.”

SweetTrap is the internal language of agents, sex/seduction.

"You slept with him?" Although the other party tried to be tactful, the man in front of him was a lone wolf who had never known politeness and acted recklessly. "Is he Bottom? Makes you very comfortable? You fell in love with him A body that satisfies you?"

The other party looked at him helplessly: "No, he is Top."

"……what."

I got an unexpected answer, because I didn't know what to say, even the man who has always been rebellious felt a little embarrassed.

"SweetTrap agents who have encountered Blood Rose know that he is only Top." I told him, at that time I still thought about retiring and marrying him in a country where same-sex marriage is legal, as for the secrecy regulations, I have completely forgotten about it.”

——I didn't expect to be put together.

As he spoke, the other party laughed.

He obviously still has nostalgia for that person, but as I said before, the agent who fell in love with that blood rose will realize that it is just a trap for a perfect lover. Although they can't care about it, they can finally get out .

"However, it's impossible for me to hate that guy. Although he is an enemy, his strength is indeed worthy of admiration. Even that special charm ability is just a support for him."

As he said that, the other party looked at the bee that couldn't fly out, spinning around the green potted plant in confusion, "Maybe even if he knew that he was from the KGB at the time, he also knew that he wanted to get information about his own country, but he still wanted to get close to him."

Having said that, the other party stopped, turned around and put the wine glass on the table, and raised the wine bottle to signal to the man whether he wanted to pour another glass.

The man shook his head. He was in a heavy mood now and had no appetite.

But the other party is still very relaxed: "That guy's personality is actually quite cold, and he has a bit of a bad taste. He is an arrogant guy with a cold appearance. Sometimes I am really curious. If he can fall in love with someone, will he show some enthusiasm? Like a fire?"

He pouted: "Chris, come on."

"I don't accept sarcasm." The man jumped down from the window sill with a cold face, and put his wine glass on the window sill, "But thank you for the information, I will catch that guy and show you, so that he regrets running from the Federal Republic of Germany to the United States Come."

The other party just laughed.

If you fall out of love, you can come to me and cry.

When the file was returned to the archives room, the handover staff said this to him.It seemed like everyone in the CIA knew how dangerous that guy was except him.

But when looking at him, the kind of pity staring at a poor man who will soon lose his love really makes the man very, very upset.

"Evan Lynn..."

In the bathroom, the man casually splashed water on his face, stared at his own face in the mirror, as if he was staring at the dangerous character who didn't know what he really looked like, and called the target's name through gritted teeth.

...as long as he needs it, anyone will fall in love with him.

"Cut...then try it."

Although the man has no interest in gay, but the current situation really aroused his competitive spirit.There has never been a task subject, and everyone thought that he was bound to fail in this task before he performed it.

As a rookie of the FBI, an agent with a 100% mission success rate so far, the man acts like a lone wolf, mocking all the partners who are forced, and by the way, using his full strength to prove that he absolutely does not need a dragging garbage , Drive those people away in a desperate manner.

There was never a task he couldn't complete.

That's why the FBI entrusted him with this task.

What appeared in the mirror was a handsome but too stern face. The ice green eyes were like melting emerald lakes, as deep as drowning people. The women here are willing to have something to do with him without leaving their phone number.

"—Maybe it's you who fell in love with me so much."

FBI agent Chris Roberts (Chris Roberts), here viciously declares war on the guy who doesn't know where.

Then,

Yi Wen, who was standing in the photo studio with a camera, sneezed slightly.

"Mr. Ivan?" The guest asked with concern.

"Ah, it's nothing, probably the weather is getting colder." The black-haired, black-eyed photographer answered him with a smile.

The deep black eyes seemed to be shot by the golden arrow of the god of love for a moment, which made the opposite guest stunned, looked away in a panic, felt the heart beating faster, but couldn't take his heart back from the other party .

The author has something to say: the recipient of the routine first chapter will appear first.

This world: the United States during the Cold War era, the era when elite spies were active; the target of this world: the reckless and conceited Mr. Agent, also known as Agent Love History, teaching you how to train a wolf into a dog, this world is really strong ·The halo of glamorous people on the top of the head (laughing because the Chinese military, police and gangsters can't be involved, so I changed the background to this after consideration. Although the world is extremely unpopular, I personally like the strong this century full of calculations and mixed with blood. The Yiwen still has a historical prototype, but it will not be revealed to prevent spoilers. No matter how Sususu Yiwen is, please believe that the prototype Mr. is really stronger than him... Confess to the boss orz——

Note:

SweetTrap: sex/lure; CIA: Central Intelligence Agency; FBI: Federal Bureau of Investigation; KGB: Russian Foreign Intelligence Service, the famous KGB

☆, the second information that burns the memory

America in [-].

World War II has ended for nearly ten years. Although the clouds of the Cold War are spreading over the blue planet, for ordinary Americans, they still don’t have the real sense of the closure of factories and schools when the Cuban Missile Crisis came 20 years later.After the financial crisis in 48, the economy has been developing steadily, and people enjoy peace and the power of national protection.

This street photo studio is very popular during this economic boom.

The photographer hired by this photo studio is well-known in the whole neighborhood. He always likes smiling, gentle and calm young people. For some reason, he is always very popular with children.If a child is crying, as long as he is teased by the photographer, he will smile again and hug him tightly.

And people like him, who doesn't?This gentle and kind person always seems to have an extraordinary charm, attracting people to keep approaching him, and even... giving birth to some unstoppable thoughts.

Sending away the family of three who had just taken a complete family portrait, and the little girl crying for her big brother to go home by herself, the photographer silently tidied up the camera behind, and stored the camera in the back, waiting for the owner to pick it up Film file.

He heard the sound of the wind chimes ringing at the door, raised his eyes slightly, and saw a man in a windbreaker and a big hat covering his whole body.

The other party looks ordinary, but has an unusual temperament, and most of them are lawyers and doctors.

"I'm here to get the last photo." The man cut to the chase, "It was taken in July last year. It's a photo of my mother. I forgot it for a long time. She just came back the day before yesterday."

"I understand." The photographer responded nonchalantly to the other party's words.

But he didn't rummage through the film cabinet behind him. Instead, he lowered his head and rummaged through the camera, made a small opening from nowhere, took out a small microfilm, and handed it to the man.

The photographer's skin temperature was not high, and when he accidentally touched the man's palm, the man froze for a moment, feeling that the finger that was gently scraping on the palm of his hand was like scratching his heart.

Itchy, and unspeakably stuffy.

He couldn't help but look up at the other party, and the other party was smiling at him.

Those were a pair of black eyes that should belong to an Asian, so deep that it seemed as if one could fall into them.It was like a burning torch in a black hole, and like a black lake under the strange moonlight, people couldn't help but sink into his eyes, as if it was the envoy of the devil, calling people to go to Chaldea.

No, no, how can he use the devil as a metaphor, they should no longer believe in religion.

But... this person... is simply too beautiful.

"Here, please report to your mother, her gentleness is shining on me now." The photographer whispered to him calmly, his voice very gentle.

"...Yes." The man replied blankly.

His heartbeat became faster and faster, and he couldn't take his eyes off the photographer's eyes, knowing in his heart that he had fallen into those eyes willingly.

He couldn't catch up with his breathing, this feeling came too hastily, which made him embarrassed, but there was also an indescribable sense of excitement.

The photographer seemed to notice that he hadn't left yet: "Is there anything else?"

"You..." No, you shouldn't be like this, stop quickly, "Excuse me, can you meet me at the bar tonight?"

The photographer froze for a moment, then smiled slightly: "I'm sorry, sir, it's not suitable for us to meet in an environment other than work."

His voice is still gentle and polite, even when he rejects others, he is full of guilt, making people feel ashamed of his recklessness.

The man woke up suddenly, blushed, said sorry again and again, and left the photo studio quickly.

……So complicated.

While arranging the films, Ivan was careful to prevent them from being exposed, while complaining in his heart.

It was agreed that people will fall in love only when they need it. As a result, this magical aura of heartthrob is simply a crazy bug. It may suddenly break out at any time. There are a lot of problems, and there is still no after-sales service. The kind that does not give maintenance.

Although it is quite useful to a certain extent, it is also a lot of trouble.

He is really worried that his fellow spies stationed in the United States will fall in love with him in the future.

Just as he was thinking about such things, the wind chime at the door rang again. Before Ivan could look up, the visitor had already stepped in and threw something on the table.

Yiwen was taken aback for a moment, then looked down at the desktop and found that it was a document.

He raised his head slowly and met the eyes of the person standing opposite the counter.

It was an unruly man with ice green eyes, his angular handsome features were full of slack and conceited, and he was so fierce that he could stab people.What's more, there is the same kind of arrogance like a lone wolf.

The man put one hand on the counter, put the other in his pants pocket, smiled at him, and said, "The FBI is doing business."

"If you want to check the business certificate, please contact the owner. I am just a hired photographer, Mr. FBI." Ivan replied gently, "But I think the FBI probably doesn't care about this?"

"That's right, so I'm looking for spies." The man replied with a smile, "Please tell me your name, Mr. Popular." The man deliberately went to him.

...Is the recipient this time such a difficult type?

"If you don't mind... I hope to know your name first, sir." Ivan gently pushed the ID back and smiled, "You know, the information on the FBI ID is always lack of protection, which makes us This kind of ordinary person is very afraid and troubled."

The pair of dark eyes blinked. The photographer's face and pupil color have very distinct characteristics of Asian descent, which looks deep and psychedelic. What's more, the melancholy in the eyes seems to be broken if touched, which makes people more and more people. Can't say no.

"You... will definitely tell me your real name, won't you?"

"If you tell me, your real name." The man laughed and refused him.

Upon receiving such an answer, Ivan slightly opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Although the reaction was not obvious, the man quickly caught him, and he sneered in his heart. This guy probably never thought that someone could resist that damn charm to reject him?

"My name..." the photographer whispered, then smiled, "Ewen Lynn."

The other party said the name frankly, which was completely different from the information on the false identity certificate.

Now it's the man's turn to choke.He stared at the guy, then realized viciously that there was no way he could arrest the guy for that one sentence.

Even if the other party is brought back to the FBI, this person is still an American citizen after all, and there is no evidence other than the name. Once Ivan insists that he just made a joke that he has heard before, he can only put the other party back—— And be scolded by the higher-ups.

"Will you not tell me your name?" As if not seeing his glare, the photographer asked him with a smile.

"... Chris Roberts," he replied reluctantly.

"Is your real name?" He whispered the words, and before he could answer, the other party had already smiled and said, "So, Mr. Chris, what else do you need?"

This guy just called people by name when they met for the first time?

Chris stared at the other party in surprise, deeply suspicious that a large number of reliable teammates and strong opponents in the same industry fell because of this kind of trick that was not even considered a third-rate trick in a bar?

"We got news that there were spies around here, so we came here to check. Is there any spy hidden in this photo studio?" He retracted his hand from the counter, swayed casually in the photo studio, and looked around. Appears careless.

But after entering the photo studio, his other hand was always in his pocket.

Although he seemed disorganized and rascal, Ivan was sure that if he took any sudden and unusual actions, the other party would draw a gun from it.

"I don't think so? This is just an ordinary photo studio. Although there are many people coming and going, there are only a few rotating photographers." He replied, "Of course, I think they will be happy to rush over from home. For your interrogation, sir."

Chris glanced at the other party, pretending that he didn't understand the other party's ridicule.

Ivan let him grope up and down in the small photo studio, and finally even entered the black room that was sealed for film production, but he still found nothing.

The man's mood became visibly irritable. He glanced at Ivan and snorted in a low voice.

But I have to admit that as an agent, although he is reckless and conceited, his basic quality is still quite good. If it wasn't for Yiwen's sensitivity to perceive other people's emotions, he wouldn't be able to tell from the contemptuous appearance of the other party.

Finally, Chris looked at him, looked up and down, and then stopped on the camera in his hand.

"Do you need this?" Ivan asked, and he handed it to the FBI agent.

Chris frowned and glanced at him, but didn't refuse, took the camera and began to grope.

The camera does have a secret door, but the secret door itself is very concealed. If the whole camera is not disassembled, people who do not know the production process will hardly notice its existence.But Chris still quickly showed his qualities, and soon discovered and opened the secret door.

—Of course, there is nothing inside.

Yiwen still smiled and looked at this handsome Mr. Agent, feeling sorry for him.Although a sudden attack is easy to startle the enemy, but under the effect of being caught off guard by the surprise attack, it can also achieve many results.

Unfortunately, if this person had come half an hour earlier, the situation would have been completely different.

"Have you discovered anything?" he asked.

Chris glanced at him, raised the camera, and said, "So, how does our Mr. Ivan explain the secret door in this camera? I think ordinary people probably don't need such a sophisticated structure."

The photographer is still calm, just smiling. He undoubtedly loves to laugh, and he never disappoints such a beautiful and gentle smile that seems to be bestowed by God.

Even Chris has to admit that it's a pleasure to see this man smile, he has that kind of intimacy that makes people want to get close, and if you get in touch with him deeply, it's not out of the ordinary to fall in love with him thing.

...But it's so weird that you fall in love with it the first time you see it.

"This is a gift from a gentleman from the CIA. You can look at the edge of the lens, where his name is engraved." Ivan explained to him, "I don't use that secret door very much, but I like this one very much." camera."

Chris froze for a moment.

There was no information hidden on the edge of the lens, so he didn't look at it just now.At this time, I stretched out my hand to touch it, and sure enough, there were traces of being engraved.

A two-letter spelling that easily matches the capital letter of the real name of some guy I was talking to not too long ago.

...fuck, that idiot even told this guy his real name.

Chris couldn't help but wonder if the so-called ace agent who had made him admire for a while when he just entered the circle really did the stupid thing of kneeling down and proposing to the other party with his head full of love bubbles.

He was about to continue questioning, but the wind chime at the door rang again.A family of three was walking in from the door, and they were slightly taken aback when they saw the situation inside.

The father among them asked Ivan, "Mr. Fisher, do you already have any guests?"

"No, no, I can take pictures of you now." Ivan replied gently, then turned his head to look at Chris again, and stretched out his hand, "If you can't find anything, you can take my camera Return it to me, Mr. FBI? I need it now."

His words were still mild, but his smile seemed to be mocking.

Chris glared at him, desperately wanting to arrest this hypocritical and double-faced guy now, anyway, this camera is enough evidence.

But, no.

Based on the current evidence, he can only be arrested for espionage at most, but it cannot constitute a crime of undermining national security. The final result is just deportation, which is too far away from his ambitious plan to sentence this guy to prison for decades or something. .

So in the end, he could only reluctantly return the camera, glanced at the waiting family of three, and lowered his voice: "I hope you don't tell what happened today, of course, even if you tell me, I can't do anything." ,Yeah?"

"Of course." Ivan answered the other party calmly. He took a camera, looked at the new real guest, and said to the uninvited guest in front of him, "My photography skills are very good. Next time, Mr. Agent, let me take a picture for you. Zhang it."

Then he gave Chris a big, kind smile.

——In the latter's view, it is completely inferior.

☆, the third information that burns the memory

Even a large number of reliable teammates who can keep calm in the face of no matter how tempting SweetTrap is, will be subdued by the beauty of the opponent.That young spy loved by all and that almost unearthly charm—

Chris couldn't understand it.

After receiving the task, he immediately started a large-scale investigation. As long as he had a relationship with that guy and could be found by him in a short period of time, he forcibly pulled them out for questioning.

People looked helplessly at this reckless but aggressive kid, and it was still the sympathetic eyes that made Chris look at the poor man who was about to lose his love.

When asked about the spy's inhuman charm——

"As long as he needs it, anyone who looks at him will fall in love with him at first sight," the wine in the goblet swayed, "as long as he smiles at you, you will feel that you are willing to dedicate your life to him. He is willing to touch your body like alms, and you will be short of breath, and you will be as embarrassed as a poor little boy who has never tasted passion, unable to restrain your desire."

love him,

I hope he watches

Hope to be hugged by him.

"Love potion?" Chris frowned, trying to deduce all this scientifically, "psychological hallucinogen?"

They just laughed.

"It's a completely different feeling to be loved than to be driven by desire, Roberts. He just wove you the trap of the perfect lover from the beginning. People just loved him, and he exploited that love as a spy."

But this is too absurd...

Chris doesn't speak.

Someone saw his dazed expression, smiled at him with great interest and said, "Chris, don't you already fall in love with him?"

"Are you kidding?" He retorted instinctively.

"Aren't you unmarried? I haven't heard of you having a boyfriend or girlfriend. So far, you haven't loved anyone, have you?" Who is this kind of performance that wants to catch the other party wholeheartedly."

"How is it possible?!" He slapped the table.

Chris left the room annoyed.

He was sure that he had no interest in that guy other than hunting. Which hunter would be interested in prey? !

Only after observing the current situation, Chris gradually became clear about the current situation.I don't know why, that man's near-abnormal charm doesn't work for him, it's almost like the whole world loves him, but he is the only one who is independent.

Therefore, he also developed a persistent sense of mission. Being able to resist the influence of the other party is definitely the chosen role to capture that damned spy.

... Absolutely, it has nothing to do with any feelings.

but