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Newt responded lightly, and put his eyes lightly on Jim's hand.

"How is your hand."

Following Newt's line of sight, Jim landed on his right hand, and then quickly withdrew his hand as if it had been scalded.

"Hiding something," Newt chuckled, "I saw it."

There was a ring on Jim's right hand that he didn't have time to retract.

engagement ring.

"Are you engaged?" Newt asked indifferently.If Jim has found a new lover, then this would explain why the little fat man has been safe and sound so far.

The little fat man looked blank: Should I avoid it?It always felt like it was a resurgence.

"You're talking about this?" Jim raised his right hand, and Shuer smiled, with a bit of sarcasm, he took off the ring with a sneer, and threw it into the pond beside him.

Newt noticed sharply that the ring was exactly the same style as the one he had given Jim earlier.

"Yes, I'm engaged. It happened a few years ago, it's a pity I didn't invite you to a wedding wine." Jim said calmly, coldly, without any emotion.

"Why, when you hear that I'm engaged, do you have no burden in your heart and can be with this fat man forever?!"

"Oh, no," Jim laughed, "let me see, one fat man is not enough, and one more Dumbledore."

"What nonsense," Newt said a little tiredly, because he found that even if he was stubborn and didn't want to be with Jim, when he found Jim's hand hurt, he would still feel distressed at the first time.When he found out that Jim was engaged, he would feel a kind of sadness similar to being abandoned at the first time.

Love is not a watercolor painted on life, if you soak it in water, it will be completely washed away after a period of time.

His feelings for Jim are the footprints in his heart, and every step is engraved in his heart.

Who said that the less emotional a person is, the more he puts into a relationship, the harder it is to get out.

"No?" Jim was innocent, pretending to be very decent, he turned the alchemy product in his hand, and said calmly, "How did I hear that Grindelwald was jealous and wanted to kill you. "

The little fat man looked around in a daze: I don't understand what you are talking about. "Who is Grindelwald? The man with the white hair?"

"Do you know?" Jim turned to look at the little fat man, "Send you a brooch, tell you that he likes you." The little fat man followed Jim's line of sight, looked at Newt, and Jim sneered, " In addition to you, he also has a boyfriend who has been dating for five years. Ah, you may not know, that man is much more stingy than me." Jim raised his eyebrows and looked at Newt, his deep eyebrows and eyes were full of provocation, "You say, What would Dumbledore do if he knew you were confessing to another man?"

"When Grindelwald left, Dumbledore crippled one of Grindelwald's arms."

"You might as well guess what he will do to you?" Jim looked at Newt with a smile, with another sharp look in his eyes.

"I have nothing to do with Dumbledore," Newt explained perfunctorily, "It's you, why are you so abnormal this time, I thought he" Newt raised his chin at the little fat man, "It's hard to escape your murderous hands .”

"Heh," Jim laughed self-deprecatingly. He stood up from the round table, put his hands in his pockets, and walked lazily to Newt. Intentionally or not, every step was an invisible temptation.

Even if Newt calls himself a Hufflepuff and is good at forbearance, at this moment, seeing Jim's upturned buttocks, flexible and powerful waist, lazy demeanor, and the inadvertent charm between his eyebrows and eyes, he must try his best to restrain himself. so as not to be seduced.

"Time is passing, we are all changing," Jim's deep eyes looked straight into Newt's eyes, through those deep blue eyes, straight into Newt's heart, "I said, you are My principles are my beliefs." Jim fiddled with the alchemy product in his hand, "I know you don't like it, so why would I still hate it?"

"My jaw fell to the ground." Jim glanced at the little fat man, "Hurry up and pick it up."

Newt's throat moved up and down, and Jim had been hanging out in various dark places, and when he really wanted to seduce someone, few people could hold back.

What's more, this person was Newt, who had had a skin-to-skin relationship with him.

Newt closed his eyes and quickly suppressed his complicated thoughts.

"I know you don't believe it," Jim looked at Newt's expression, not discouraged, he pleaded, his deep eyes were full of desire and expectation, "give me a chance."

"Sorry," Newt said out of his throat, using the best of his self-control to deny Jim's request to get back together.

It's not good for anyone to separate and combine, combine and separate.

"You deserve better," Newt added after thinking about it.

Jim pursed his lips, and his words were a little difficult: "For me, you are the best."

"Come on," Newt closed his eyes. He didn't dare to look directly into Jim's eyes. He knew that Jim meant what he said, and it was because he knew that he couldn't accept it. Neither good.

Jim leaned forward, approaching Newt, but barely stopped before he could reach out and touch.

"There is nothing better than you in this world, my master."

Newt opened his eyes, unable to control the sorrow and sadness in his heart, the memories of the past flooded up frame by frame.

The sudden throbbing on the train, the quickening of Jim's heartbeat when he called his master for the first time, the promises he made, the vows he made, the past that disappeared, bits and pieces over the years, came to mind together.

"Jim, don't do this." Newt's voice was extremely low, and he couldn't hear the pleading unless he listened carefully, even with a very hidden sadness.

"Do you want me to kneel down?" Jim laughed, very reluctantly.But his movements were very crisp and quick, without the slightest hesitation, in front of so many bodyguards, so many subordinates, and even some other people, he was about to kneel down on the spot.

Newt quickly grabbed him and held him in his arms.

"Maybe you want to play something more intense? Shall I send someone to get the whip? Or, anything else, you name it, I'll do it." Jim continued on his own.

"Come on, Jim," Newt sighed deeply.He patted Jim's back lightly, but his hands were no longer a piece of muscle, but thin bones one after another.Jim has lost a lot of weight.

Jim tentatively buried his head on Newt's shoulder, and put his hands on Newt's waist tentatively.

Newt didn't refuse.

Jim tilted his head and kissed Newt's cheek, brushing past it quickly, almost touching it.

Newt sighed and was about to say something, but Jim quickly bit his lips.

"Don't drive me away." Jim's voice came muffled, with unknown pleading and distressing anxiety. "You can lock me up and lock me in the house. I promise I won't go anywhere. You don't have to treat me like a human being. I'm just a pet you keep in the corner. I even..." Jim paused, He turned his face in embarrassment, clutching Newt's windbreaker tightly, "I can even recognize Dumbledore as my mistress, as long as, as long as you let me stay by your side."

"Then you have to ask Albus if he agrees." Newt suddenly laughed, a little crazy.

There is probably one person in everyone's hit, the one who specifically beats you.He didn't want to think about how much thought Jim had put into these words, and how much truth was there.He didn't want to believe it either.Newt raised his hand embarrassingly, intending to push the person in his arms away.

Jim's speech speed suddenly picked up. He wanted to finish these words in a hurry, but he was a little at a loss: "You can put a collar on me and let me kneel in the yard without clothes all day. You even, You can even let the snakes in the yard invade my body. My body, my mind, and my will belong to you completely, and only to you." Jim looked up at Newt, his eyes couldn't be hidden, all It is affection and pleading, "I will accept any arrangement from you. You can ask me to do anything, you can find Watson, Dumbledore, whoever you want, I can do it. I, I can even kneel To serve you and Dumbledore," Jim bit his lip, "Watson is fine too."

Newt patted him on the back, closed his eyes and tried to push him away, even if Jim could accept this messy relationship, he couldn't.

"No." Jim clutched Newt's sky-blue windbreaker firmly, "I don't ask too much, as long as I can stay by your side, even as a dog, I am satisfied, Newt." Jim bitterly I begged bitterly, and refused to let go, "If you long for a one-on-one relationship, you can treat me as just a dog in the nursing home. I just want to stay by your side."

Newt sighed deeply, even though he didn't believe a word Jim said, he still didn't want Jim to look so miserable.

"it is good."

Jim was still begging in a low voice, but when he heard Newt's answer, his eyes widened in disbelief. There were tears in his eyes, but the black pupils were shining, "You agreed? You agreed?!" He repeated Confirming, watching, tightly clutching the sky-blue windbreaker in his hand, he looked at Newt with a pair of eyes, afraid that the person in front of him would disappear again in a blink of an eye.The hallucinations occurred so often that he feared it was yet another self-preservation deception.

"Let's stay." Newt sighed, if separation is a pain to each other, then why bother to torture each other.

"In the future, live in seclusion with me."

I will watch over you and prevent you from making trouble again.

"Okay," Jim grinned at Newt, planning the future with great interest, "I want to plan a suspended animation. I can hand over the underground forces in London to Mycroft, and other things to Theseus. When I commit suicide, you have to wait for me downstairs and leave with me. I'm afraid you only remember to take Dumbledore and Watson with you, but not me. Let's find a secluded place and live in seclusion there for the rest of our lives."

"Well," Newt tilted his head and kissed Jim, "go somewhere secluded from the rest of the world."

You will no longer be given the freedom to do evil.

The next day, Sherlock received an invitation from Jim to die.

There was chaos on the rooftop.

"For Merlin's sake," Jim sat up from the ground with a face full of ketchup, turned over and sat on the Thunderbird, he hugged Newt's waist tightly, "I'll tell you, let Du Duerte changed me to No. 4 ketchup, Duerte actually made me No. 8, so sour!"

"No way," Newt patted the back of his hand to reassure him, "Pickett ate up the No. 4 ketchup, so bear with it for now."

"I don't," Jim leaned forward, "you lick me clean, I'm only happy if you lick it clean."

Newt: ...

Therefore, Jim cannot be used to it.

Streaks of silver trailed down the corners of the two people's mouths, but the two turned a blind eye and continued to kiss passionately, with the sound of tsk tsk.

There is a thunderbird in the sky, and two shameless people on the thunderbird are kissing passionately.

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