Withered

Another father?Manloster was full of doubts in his heart. He knew that other children in the book had a mother, which seemed to be a woman, not a man, but if the man in front of him was the one who conceived him, he would be happy to accept it.

Perhaps this is the bond of blood, thought Maloster.

"Nosley." Morton's voice came from behind them, and Manloster looked over Nosley's shoulder to see Morton, his father.

Morton walked over. He was tall and tall, with the same blond hair as Manloster, and his blue eyes looked indifferent, as if he had no emotion at all.Northley let go of Manloster's hand, smiled slightly and said to Morton: "This is our child, why didn't you tell me he has grown so big?"

Morton gently grabbed his hands, put them under his lips and kissed them, lowered his eyelids, and said, "I thought you were unwilling to accept."

"No, he looks very good." Nosley smiled at Manloster, and he was not stingy in his praise of Manloster.

"You don't have shoes on." After Morton finished speaking, he hugged Nosley horizontally, he turned his head and kissed Nosley's eyebrows, and said, "It's too sunny outside, go inside. "

Before leaving with Nosley in his arms, he glanced coldly at Manloster out of the corner of his eye, and ordered, "Go back to sleep."

Northley smiled softly at Manloster, then leaned on Morton's shoulder and said, "Morton, I like that child quite a bit. He's cute, isn't he?"

It was at this time that Manloster felt the coercion of his father for the first time. He knew that it was the suppression of pure blood, which made him dare not move instinctively until he watched them go away. After a while The old man Fio, the gardener, came to prune the flowers trampled by Manloster, and said distressedly: "My poor flower, a flower with a bad fate."

"Oh, what a surprise, the master definitely didn't intend for you two to recognize each other, but this was an accident that couldn't be helped. Just like fallen leaves will return to their roots in the end, the young master finally recognized Mr. Nosley." Feo explain.

Manloster pretended not to hear what he said, and took some stiff steps. When he was about to leave, Feo suddenly said, "Master, can you listen to my advice from the old man?"

This is the first time Manloster has heard Fio's serious voice. In his only ten years of memory, Fio has always been a funny old man. He turned around, tilted his head, curiously Stare at Fio.

Only then did Fio continue to say: "Young master, you have to understand that the relationship between the master and Mr. Nosley is just like the flowers cannot be separated from the soil. So it is not difficult to understand the master's desire for monopoly."

Manloster was stunned, but Fio started pruning the flowers again, chanting the ballad he made up: "For the flowers to grow well, the roots must be firmly planted..."

All that day, Manloster could not sleep.

He tossed and turned on the bed, and when he closed his eyes, there was Nosley's smile, Nosley's voice, and Nosley's breath.With a little melancholy sweetness in his heart, the boy reached out and gently touched his right cheek.

Fortunately, from that day on, Northley often came to see Manloster. They had fished in the big lake in the manor together, had picnics together on the grass on the lake, and secretly said that Betty's cheesecake was delicious again. Thanks for the sweetness, let's mess up the freshly pruned flower bushes that old man Fio has just pruned, and watch him lose his temper there.

They are not so much father and son as brothers.

Morton was standing in front of the bedroom window. At this time, the dawn sun had turned half of the sky white. Knowsley and Maloster would not go back to the house until the daylight was stronger. came back.

Outside the window, a blanket was spread on the lawn in the distance. They planned to play chess on this blanket today. This chess box was found by Northley in a corner. It is a bit old, but every chess piece is special. Gentle and expensive.

It's just that Nosley was uncharacteristically tired these days, so he fell asleep on the blanket, and the morning light shone through the mottled leaves on his face, like a newborn pistil.Manloster looked at him absent-mindedly, and stretched out his hand to straighten his hair, when Morton's low voice suddenly came from behind: "Maloster, go back."

Today is NO.15.

Morton hugged Nosley, who was already asleep, and returned to the bedroom. His bedroom was large, with a big bed in the middle, and a delicate candle lamp embedded in the bedside table. The candle light was a little weak, as if it had burned to the wick, and the light was flickering for a moment.

Northley was lying in the middle of the big bed, his collar had been unbuttoned, and Morton was attached to him, stroking his neck gently with his cold fingers, and he hooked the first button with his little finger. Let go of the shackles.

Nosley suddenly opened his eyes, his green pupils were different from usual, the deepest part slowly turned a little dark red, as if the blood was concentrated in it, he stretched out his arms, hugged Holding Morton's neck and pressing it lightly, Morton lowered his head and stabilized his lips.

Under the dim light, Morton hugged the body below him tightly, as if trying to use all his strength to fuse the two of them tightly together. There was only a very slight sound, which was like the sound of water colliding subtly.

Suddenly, Nosley's panting briefly broke the tranquility. He raised his head, slightly propped up his upper body with his elbows, stretched his neck in a graceful arc, and said in a hoarse voice: "Morton... that's enough ...Mo...ah..."

Morton attached it again, he blocked Nosley's words with his lips, his tongue broke into Nosley's mouth again, hooked Nosley's tongue hard, and sucked Nosley's lips and tongue numb.

He finally let go of Nosley, and without hesitation, easily scratched his neck with his nails, and the aroma of pureblood blood quickly spread throughout the bedroom, no, the entire Hadfield Manor.The old butler woke up suddenly and sighed. If Morton hadn't been hiding his presence outside Hadfield Manor, trouble might have come to him by this time.

Morton pressed Nosley's head and sent the blood to his mouth. There was a flash of struggle in Nosley's eyes, and Morton whispered in his ear: "Come on, Nosley [1], you need me .”

Nosley finally couldn't bear it anymore, stretched out his hidden sharp teeth, and pierced into Morton's flesh and blood.

Morton also stabbed his own fangs in Nosley's neck.

They are now one.

Noche: Nickname for Nosley

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