After the whitewashing of Chaoying, they were reborn [Comprehensive Yingmei]

When Clark woke up, he was lying in a dark treatment cabin, with treatment rays sweeping over his body.

With all his strength, he pushed the door of the treatment hatch open a crack.

Fortress of Solitude, he recognized it, this position, he should be lying in his Kryptonian spaceship.

And the boy in combat uniform was sitting directly opposite him.

With his back to the Kryptonian spaceship, he faced the spread Infinity Codex.

While smoking a cigarette, I read page after page.

Those are all the records and ramblings left by Clark when he was looking for Sasha.

A thick book full of laws, full of his love and longing for Sasha.

He felt extremely ashamed for a moment, and pushed the hatch a little higher, trying to call Sasha's name.

But then I remembered that Sasha may not remember the Kryptonian language he taught.

He should not understand.

Then he lay down again, with the cabin door ajar, and with his fingertips separated by the air, he slowly stroked the boy's back.

A little robot scanned the status of the fortress owner, and ran to poke the little golden retriever's butt.

Sasha said lightly: "Wake up."

He dropped the cigarette butt and walked over.His expression didn't change much.

It's just that where he was just sitting, there were extinguished cigarette butts all around his feet, and he didn't know how long he sat there and how much he smoked.

Clark subconsciously wanted to say don't smoke, smoking is bad for your health.

But when they were separated from the battle, those voices and love words that burned them crazily at the time of life and death seemed to cool down again.

He remembered Sasha's decision that he would never be with him again in this life, his blue eyes dimmed, and he just stared at Sasha without speaking.

Sasha looked away.

Sasha: "I've been here for a few days. Call me if you need anything."

Crack, close the door of the treatment cabin.

……

Clark just lay in the treatment cabin every day, waiting for Sasha to wander over occasionally so that he could take another look.

The overuse of the enhancer again brought him to the verge of eruption, and the cells and tissues of his whole body, including the epidermis, were completely destroyed. As a result, the god on earth looked like a peeling humanoid.

There is a catheter bottle above the treatment cabin, and the bottle says "ExSA-291 (Krypton Ver.)". I don't know if it is something that can repair Kryptonian cells.

But a week later, when he was finally able to climb out of the treatment cabin, he saw in the mirror that his body finally had the flesh color of Kryptonian skin again.

It just looks ugly, like a dog that has not shed its hair.

The man, naked, is slowly searching in the Fortress of Solitude.

The drug gave him a strange feeling, as if he had become a baby again, and the super hearing and clairvoyance abilities that had accompanied him all his life were growing from inside his body and being mastered by him.

So so far, he can't catch Sasha's heartbeat with his ears, he can only look for it room by room.

I searched the whole fortress, but found no one.

Clark came out of the research room and returned to the central room disappointed.

As a result, he bowed his head.

No wonder he didn't find it.

Sasha dragged a mattress from nowhere, rolled up a blanket, and slept under the Kryptonian spaceship, her stomach rising and falling.

He knelt down slowly, stared at the boy almost reverently, and then gently stroked that little snow-white face.

This is his innocent lover, the miracle that he never left even though he fell into the abyss.

Even if he is never allowed to approach him again in this life, as long as he can look at him like this, the man will feel great happiness in his heart.

But soon, he thought of the disparity in the life span between humans and Kryptonians, and that happiness turned into pain and difficulty.

Sasha wanted to end everything between them, he could send the boy away with his own hands, even if he just watched him from afar, he would be satisfied;

But when Sasha finished his life completely, how should he face the parting with no hope of reunion?

The man slowly stroked the boy's beautiful light blonde hair, long eyelashes and delicate nose.

His fingertips brushed the soft lips like petals, as if he was bewitched, he slowly lowered his head, and approached those lips soaked in rose juice.

Sasha was still asleep with her eyes closed, seemingly unaware of what was about to happen.

But when he was a few centimeters away from those lips, he stopped suddenly.

No.

He couldn't steal any more from Sasha.

Whether it's a kiss, or the warmth and light he craves, since they broke up that time, it has nothing to do with him.

Maybe in the not-too-distant future, when Sasha is finally freed from the deep-rooted relationship between them and really steps towards a new life, there may be another person who caresses his beautiful dimples while savoring His soft lips are soft.

Just thinking about it like this made him feel like a kryptonite bomb had exploded in his chest, and the pain made Clark tremble uncontrollably.

Sasha's face was still quietly lying in his palm.

He still closed his eyes, facing the man, but his lips parted slowly, revealing the wet red tip of his tongue.

Clark really couldn't stand this kind of bewitchment.

He couldn't help but get closer again, feeling Sasha's breath caressing his face.

No, Clark, you can't.

Rao forgive me, forgive me the sinner who wanted to swallow that rose.

Rao punished me, punished me for not being able to get closer to him for life after life——

In the end, he could bear it, and put a kiss full of desire and longing on the tip of the boy's nose.

...Seeing Sasha below him, he shut his mouth abruptly.

Green eyes opened and stared at him in great exasperation.

Clark: "?"

Sasha: "Get up. I'm going to pee."

Clark quickly got up and stood beside the mattress, making way for him.

Sasha strode out, walked a few steps, and turned around again.

With hatred, he kicked Clark's calf.

Clark: "?!?"

Clark's body was in the stage of repair and regeneration, and he couldn't control himself to relax his muscles as before. When Sasha stepped up, it was like kicking a steel pillar. With a "click", his ankle sprained.

Sasha: "?!"

The little golden retriever immediately hugged his feet, screamed, and rolled to the ground.

Clark panicked all over.

He quickly picked him up from the ground, peeled off his boots and socks, and blew his frozen breath on his black and blue ankles.

The blowing made the little golden retriever's feet turn white, and he carefully rubbed and tried again, and said to Sasha who was sitting in his arms:

"Bones are fine, I'll give you—"

He looked down, and Sasha looked up.

The lips of the two touched.

"……sorry."

The poor Kryptonian rescue dog quickly apologized, using all the willpower in his life, and pulled his head away from those incredibly soft lips.

When he shrank his head back, he saw a flash of determination in the eyes of the blond boy.

The red lips followed directly, pressing against the man's plump lower lip.

——The god on earth who was holding onto his feet and looking at him was completely dumbfounded.

Those pure blue pupils, like the clear sky in June, never blinked.

He just stared at Sasha in a daze.

Sasha looked at him.

He looks at Sasha.

Sasha looked at him.

He looks at Sasha.

…Sasha couldn't take it anymore, and deliberately turned cold: "Don't you know what kissing here means?"

Clark was still dumbfounded.

I forgot to close my mouth, so stupid.

Sasha blushed again.

Gritting his teeth, he leaned over and bit the opponent's lower lip hard.

Sasha: "Still don't know what it means?"

Clark blinked slowly, like a broken computer slowly restarting: "...I...you..."

Sasha was so ashamed and angry: "...I'm asking you something! Do you know?"

——A violent noise.

The Kryptonian, who was a full circle and a half bigger than him, rushed forward.

The little golden retriever was not on guard at all, and was rushed by the oversized Kryptonian rescue dog, and with an "ah", rolled into the open Kryptonian spaceship behind him.

Due to too much force, when the two rolled into a ball in the treatment cabin, the door of the treatment cabin slammed shut, locking the two of them inside.

They lingered to death in the dark.

The space in the treatment cabin was still too narrow for two people, so Sasha had nowhere to hide from the man's fierce demands for kisses.

Warm liquid trickled down his face.

He thought he was crying.

But when he held the man's face, both palms were soaked.

Oh, it wasn't him who was crying, it was Clark.

No more languages ​​needed.

No more glances or expressions are needed.

There is only gentle darkness, only the warmth of lips and teeth, only the sound of rapid breathing in the ears, and the tears that are constantly falling between them.

Son of the Sun's body temperature was so hot that Sasha seemed to be melting in his arms, moaning unbearably.

The sweet voice of the boy was bitten into the kiss eagerly and emotionally by the man.

In the end, he couldn't make any sound except Clark's staccato, earnest, longing murmur.

He murmured over and over again, saying I love you, Sasha, I love you, Sasha.I love you.

Sasha's lips and tongue were entangled by the man, and he couldn't make a sound.

He can only think, I love you too.

...I love you too, Clark.