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

Eight years ago, the shackled god on earth resigned to the Daily Planet as Clark Kent, bid farewell to good colleagues such as Louise Lane and Jimmy Olson, and then devoted himself to the battlefield of guarding the timeline day and night.

But he used to be in that tiny apartment in the Metropolis, where Clark, among the many collections in the Fortress of Solitude, cut out an exotic mineral smaller than a grain of rice and bought it.

As Superman, he doesn't really need to have a place in the world.

But in the almost negligible intervals between battles, Clark still maintained it properly, and even asked a cleaning company to come to clean and remove dust regularly.

He pasted warm wallpapers on the walls, hung photos all over the walls, and then weaved wind chimes from ears of wheat with a little clumsiness.

During the long and almost hopeless search, he would often think of this place and his happiest time.Then get ready to go to the next multiverse.

Clark hugged Sasha in the cloak, pushed in through the window, and slowly landed in the living room.

Sasha was really drunk, and paralyzed in his arms unconsciously, her white neck was thrown back, like a soft and sleeping flower.

Sasha: "Grrrrrr..."

...is still a flower that can chant mantras.

There was a lot of filth on Clark and him, and the man didn't care.

Stretch the little golden retriever's paws first, take off his dirty clothes and pants, and then take off his own.

When his palms wrapped around the opponent's delicate waist, Clark actually trembled slightly.

They were indeed lovers who had had a good time together.However, when he realized just a second ago that this body is the body that truly belongs to this soul——

All the senses of the god on earth were opened up for him in an instant.

... Rao.He couldn't lie to himself, even if he forced himself to stay away, at this moment, he found that he still wanted to have him like crazy.

Especially standing in front of him was a fresh and plump Sasha that had never been seen before.He had carefully approached and tested this soul, looking forward to seeing this rose with a secret bloom.

But now, Sasha is here, lying in his arms, whether it is the body, personality, or the past and present lives contained in the soul, all have bloomed to him without reservation.

Imagine yourself holding him in your arms at this very moment, completely owning this god-given gift, the greatest miracle in his life——

Clark felt a pilgrimage-like tremor in his heart.

But the shackles on the wrist bones are cold.

The little prince was naked with a snow-white body, his expression was ignorant, and he couldn't stand firmly.The bare feet kept stepping on his feet, and almost slipped.

Sasha: "Woo... ah! Hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..."

The man forced himself to concentrate, bent over, picked up the muttering drunk with his strong arms, and walked into the bathroom.

The lights in the bathroom came on and hot water splashed down.

White mist wraps them gently.

Sasha reeled in Clark's arms.

His body was covered with water, and he thought of something, consciously swayed to the wall, and prepared to support the wall with both hands.

Fingertips haven't touched the slippery wall yet.

He was held into the palm of the hand by the man with pity.

Gently moving back, Sasha fell back into the warm and fiery embrace.

Clark squatted on the ground, put the man on his lap, and gently scrubbed his body.

Sasha's wet head rested on his shoulder, her delicate eyebrows were completely relaxed, and she looked like she was relying on him wholeheartedly.

Clark stared down at him for a moment.

She leaned over slowly and kissed his forehead lightly.

He knew he stole it from a drunk Sasha.

But even such a sneaky and fleeting kiss filled the long-lost heart of the god of the world with a great sense of happiness.

The previous timeline seemed to have become a cruel dream;

He woke up and found himself still in his own home, in a small apartment with jingling wheat ears and wind chimes and bright lights.

His little lover drank too much wine, leaned against his arms with a flushed face, and was gently kissed on the forehead by him.

This moment is so beautiful.

Better than any moment he's ever had.

Sasha hugged her stomach in distress: "Hmm~~"

Clark rubbed him gently, and asked in a low voice:

"Stomach ache? Is it bad?"

Sasha was dizzy and complained: "It still hurts~~"

Clark checked carefully. Fortunately, there was no sign of stomach bleeding, but it was stimulated by alcohol.

Clark: "I'll make you some hot milk later and take some medicine, okay? Will you feel better if I knead like this?"

Sasha's half-closed eyelashes were covered with drops of water, and he shook his head and said hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm when Sasha's half-closed eyelashes were covered with drops of water.

Two paws subconsciously hugged the man's neck.

Sasha pouted and ordered him: "Jiji, keep rubbing for me. If I don't tell you to stop, you are not allowed to leave."

Clark said softly, "I'm not going. I'm not going, Sasha."

He washed Sasha clean, and wrapped the snow-white body gently with a soft and dry bathrobe.

The bathrobe was his own size, and the slender little golden retriever was surrounded by the bathrobe, from the wet hair all the way to the toes, without even showing the toes.

After he finished blowing Sasha's hair, the little golden retriever was washed white and fragrant, and fell down on his single bed.

Turning his eyes on the mosquito coil, he began to snort and eat the pillow.

Clark coaxed again softly: "Sasha, be good, let go."

Sasha is not loose.

Clark: "Say baby Sasha."

When Sasha heard that it was a compliment to him, he quickly repeated: "Be good, Sasha."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Clark immediately pulled out the pillow gently and slowly, and put it under the pale gold head.

He knew too well how to lull Sasha to sleep.

Slowly stroke the palm from the root of the hair all the way down to the tailbone, and feel that the little golden retriever has a tendency to feel comfortable enough to raise its butt, so I immediately let go and start all over again.

After stroking for a few minutes, Sasha fell asleep face down.

Clark went to boil milk for him.

He bought the milk downstairs in his civilian clothes.

In a moment of impatience, I forgot to wear my glasses. The lady at the cashier scanned the QR code, and when I looked up, I almost broke his milk.

Clark immediately adjusted the muscles of his body and face to make himself look like a handsome but depressed man.

The cashier rubbed his eyes, muttered something, and gave him the milk.

The milk was ready, but Sasha was still asleep.

Clark touched the corner of his quilt a few times by the bed, really reluctant to wake him up, so he put the milk on the stove and kept it warm.

He sat by the bed and watched over Sasha until four o'clock in the morning, when Sasha woke up with a grunt and frowning.

Clark took the opportunity to go over with the milk: "Come on, drink some milk first. When you get up tomorrow morning, you won't have a headache."

Sasha rubbed his forehead to calm himself.

The alcohol in his stomach was vomited out, and he fell asleep again. Compared with when he was carried back, his movements obviously began to become smoother.

The man gave him milk, but he subconsciously took it and drank it.

The small bowl was fed by Clark, and the little golden retriever had a milk mustache around his mouth, and he was still ignorant.

Clark put down the bowl, held the palm-sized face, and slowly wiped it with his thumb.

Sasha sat dazed and was wiped her mouth, while turning her eyes to look around the room.

His expression gradually became quite shocked.

Then his gaze, from the warm-colored curtains and wallpaper, slowly returned to Clark's face.

He looked at the man carefully for a long time, and seemed to be trying hard to remember something.

Look at the calendar date on the wall again.

A trace of clarity and coldness finally began to appear in his eyes.

Sasha: "...why am I here?"

Clarke's heart, which was overwhelmed by tenderness, seemed to fall to the bottom of the valley again.

He knew that tonight, this sweet dream with the aroma of hot milk should come to an end when Sasha sobers up.

The man's fingertips were still stroking the boy's velvety lips.

He knew that he could never hope for more, but the soft touch made it impossible for him to just let go.

...How could he let go now?

After experiencing the long loneliness of losing a lover, after having the opportunity to hold Sasha in his arms again, and watch him act like a baby to her with attachment?

——Should he choose to confess or die?

Clark could take it no longer.

He leaned forward suddenly, almost pressing Sasha into the quilt, and murmured hoarsely and eagerly:

"Sasha, can we just—"

Not finished.

He was hit in the face and punched hard!

The gods on earth have not had close contact with humans for too long, and the Man of Steel has always maintained a hard fighting state.

But he reacted quickly enough, before the fist touched his cheek, he had already softened his face.

The man was completely stunned, trembling, grabbed those fingers, and stared at him blankly.

Sasha shook his hand vigorously, but he couldn't get it out; he tried to push the man away, but he couldn't.

His alcohol-soaked brain was jumping, and the tiniest sound in his ears was like an explosion.

Under this harsh sensory experience, a voice said in his heart——

Simply tonight.

Just tonight.

... Cut off everything that was and shouldn't be between them.

He grabbed the man by the collar and roared hoarsely:

"What do you think of me, Clark Kent?! A real fool who doesn't understand emotions at all, or a dog who comes and goes when he calls him!!"

"Even when you were dictatorial, I liked you like a fucking blind man; but what are you now? Scum!! While playing vest games with your fiancée, you still don't forget to say those beautiful words to me-I just You should realize clearly, those words of yours are just like the oath you swore to me before, every word is bullshit!!"

"Just because you exchanged me with infinite gems, you can treat me like this?! In your opinion, how cheap is it?!"

Clark was scolded all over his head and face by him. He is stupid, blue eyes are dumb, and the whole person is dumb.

But even with a huge shock and an open super brain, his master accurately grasped the key point.

Clark: "...I don't have a fiancée...!"

Sasha hissed, "You didn't?!"

He turned over and got out of bed, staggering in embarrassment, but insisted on pretending to be a meteor with strides, and kicked all the doors open with his feet.

Clark: "Sasha..."

The bathrobe was dragged apart by the violent walking movements, all the way down to the shoulders, like a tail dragging behind the little golden retriever's buttocks.

Clark foolishly followed him to fish for his tail, but Sasha pulled it out without thinking about anything else, just gritted his teeth and searched for evidence of a woman's existence throughout the room.

Once again he failed miserably.

...again!

So he gritted his teeth and thought, no matter what, he had to win this quarrel.

He couldn't keep losing to Clark.

If he wins the quarrel this time, no matter what happens, he will win the round.

...Through the matter now, he can only rely on this to win the round.

but.

No matter how he looked for it, there was only blond hair on the comb in front of the bathroom mirror, only his sneakers in the shoe cabinet, only a pot of warm milk in the kitchen, and the stuffed in the refrigerator, only the one he just bought and his favorite food Ingredients for several dishes.

Sasha dragged around in a baggy bathrobe, and when she pushed open what looked like an office door, she was completely overwhelmed by a wall of photos.

On the photo wall, of course there are Martha, Jonathan, the dog Krypton and the scenery of Kansas.

However, occupying a large area of ​​it was a young man with a mosaic on his head and a large white sniper on his back.

And the little golden retriever who occasionally takes photos with classmates at gatherings, or is secretly photographed by his mother sleeping.

These were captured by passers-by and posted on Twitter, and by mothers who wanted to create a growth profile for their sons, secretly posted them on Facebook accounts that no one knew about.

Before he knew it, Clark found all these photos silently, typed them up one by one, framed them, and hung them in a small apartment that meant a lot to them.

Sasha was dumbfounded.

Clark stood behind him, holding the bathrobe that was mopping the floor in his hands, with his head down, not daring to speak.

The system was only launched at this time: [Oh, yes.The dog system just retrieved Twitter.Lois Lane's registered fiancé is Richard White, nephew of Daily Planet editor-in-chief Perry White. 】

Sasha almost choked to death: [………You, your network delay is too high! 】

The system yelled at him: [You said to let the dog system not care about Superman-related matters, you will always get angry when you talk to you!I went to drink myself first and was sad alone, and I blamed the dog system when I woke up, really! 】

He froze in place, not daring to turn his head.

There are only two thoughts in my mind switching back and forth.

1. This quarrel cannot be won.

2. Give him ten steel jio toes, and he can pop an earth right now.

Clark whispered again behind him, "I didn't."

He didn't know what evidence to present. The man just lowered his head, hugged Sasha's bathrobe tail, and defended himself sentence by sentence:

"I don't have a fiancée, Sasha."

"I'm not in love with anyone else."

"—I'll never be in love with anyone else."