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

Sasha's back was turned to him, and she didn't move.

Silence permeated the small apartment.

Clark took a breath, and carefully asked an almost extravagant thought:

"You...did you drink because you thought I was engaged...?"

Sasha's fingertips moved violently.

Clark was the one who watched him disappear every time.

He couldn't be more aware of his small movements before using the teleportation skill to escape.

He stepped forward in two steps, grabbed Sasha's fingertips, and almost begged:

"Don't go, Sasha, don't go. At least until sunrise—"

——At least let him finish this dream completely before sunrise.

He almost greedily described everything about Sasha - his temperature, his smell, his facial features.

Perhaps for the rest of his life, he could only carry the warm memory fragments of this night and continue to live alone.

So at least, let this moment go on, preferably to the end of the universe——

"—stay with me, at least until sunrise."

"Please. Sasha...please."

Sasha lowered his head and did not speak.

Just look at his scorched and withered right hand.

Clark was wearing short-sleeved trousers at the moment, and the golden cracks on his muscular arms were completely exposed, like magma flowing on steel, looking very scary.

Sasha blurted out: "...I have the ability to heal all injuries."

Clark froze for a moment.

I heard Sasha say: "You exchange the Infinity Gem for my wish, and I'll heal your injury. After it's cured, we'll be two..."

He wants to say that we will be clean from now on, just be strangers and live our little life well.

We said it, and we have said it ever since.

Clearance is stuck.

Facing the wall covered with his photos, Sasha hoarse and tried to say again: "From now on, we two..."

Stuck again.

The strange thing is that this is obviously what he thought at the beginning, and it is also what he can think of, the most ideal ending for him and Clark in this world.

Two people who have had such a cruel and intense past, they each have deep scars given by each other.

No matter what remaining feelings he had for the man, with these never-fading scars lying in between, they would never be able to let each other into their lives easily and comfortably.

This is the most sensible and mature decision for them.

Sasha rolled his Adam's apple slowly, and finished speaking: "We are separated from now on, and we will be strangers—"

...The next second, he no longer knew what being calm was.

The Kryptonian rescue dog that had been listless behind him dared to drag him by the tail of his bathrobe, and pushed him against the wall.

Sasha was not ready to face him at all, and he was panicked and angry: "You...!"

Clark's voice was hoarse, he stared at him painfully and stubbornly, and said, "No."

Sasha: "...nothing!"

Clark: "I'm dying."

Sasha: "You, you, you, I have the final say on whether to cure or not!"

Clark: "I'm dying."

Sasha was short of breath, and lowered his head to take out his backpack: "You wait for me, I'll use it for you now..."

Clark: "I have super self-healing abilities. If they heal, it's my self-healing, not yours."

Sasha: "You...you still want to deny it?!"

Clark stared straight at him with red eyes: "I'm dying."

Sasha: "...I'll beat you to death if you don't get treated! Do you really think it's possible for us to be together for the rest of our lives as if nothing happened? It's impossible! I just want to owe nothing to anyone The Liangqing..."

... More "two cleans" have not yet been said.

Sasha's mouth was gagged.

It was a pretty intense kiss.

Even counting the injustice period, when Clark was with him, even if he was huddled in bed and sweetly shy, he would be vigilant not to let himself lose control.

One is because the little prince, as a human body, is too delicate compared to him, and must be treated with care;

The second is that he couldn't forget that he was the supreme leader of the earth at that time. Although the gentle township is attractive, it is not the reason why he can indulge himself wholeheartedly.

But at this moment, the man was clearly out of control.

Sasha: "...￥@%...￥@%!!!"

His lips and tongue were sucked hard, and his two feet were rolled up underneath, and he kicked hard on the opponent's stomach.

The god on earth didn't move at all.

He just closed his eyes tightly, and furrowed his handsome eyebrows vigorously. On that face that was so close at hand, there was only pain that he could no longer bear.

When Sasha was about to smash his fist against the wall, Clark let him go.

The tip of the little golden retriever's tongue was numb from the suction, and the small half of the tongue drooped by the red lips. It took a long time to regain consciousness, and shrank back tremblingly.

With this shrinking, he lost the opportunity to speak, and saw the man in front of him panting heavily, with tears in his baby blue pupils.

Clark: "—you don't run away when you see me. You fight with me. You talk to me. You smile at me. You hug my neck when you're drunk. After all you've done to me, But you told me, in this life, we can only be strangers from now on?"

Sasha hoarsely said: "Otherwise, Clark? Otherwise, what else do you want? You didn't tell me yourself, I'm a complete liar, have you even forgotten this? It's fake, I pretended it for the sake of the mission! Now that you've somehow said that you're affectionate and affectionate again, how do I know when you'll regret it next time—"

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was blocked by the Kryptonian again.

Sasha: "...￥@...*&...%￥#!!!"

...Damn it, he's still in good spirits, isn't he? !

Kissing is the most intimate contact after sex, and it is also one of the most emotional contact methods.

In that cold and cruel dark world, only the small apartment is a secret paradise that will not be disturbed by anyone, so they kissed in every corner of it, intertwined fingers and kissed deeper, whispering in each other's ears love.

In the environment where the mission needs to be advanced at a high speed and intrigues were once a big environment, only such moments seem extremely real.

It is precisely because everyone is putting their heart and soul into it that in the end, no one will be spared.

Clark pushed him against the wall, desperately seeking kisses, but his left hand still groped subconsciously, and gently clasped Sasha's fingers.

This is a little habit of the god on earth, he just likes to do this kind of nasty thing when kissing and making love, across two timelines, it has not changed.

Sasha couldn't describe the palpitations at that moment.

His rationality was making him push the man away, but his soul, which had already fallen to the point where he couldn't turn back, was quietly clasping his hand back tightly.

Clark sensed it.

He opened his eyes, slowly let go of Sasha's lips, and put his forehead against the forehead of the little golden retriever.

Those blue eyes filled with stars looked deeply into his eyes like this.

"Think about it carefully," the man rubbed his face and asked softly, "are those all fake, Sasha?"

When he clasped the fingers on Sasha's side tightly, and his lips and tongue gently covered Sasha's lips again, the little golden retriever kicked his two legs and slipped suddenly.

The only kissing skills of the gods on earth were all practiced on Sasha.

As if he was reconfirming the ownership of this tender red rose, he sucked it along the soft lip line little by little, and then stuck the tip of his tongue into two petals, pushed against the trembling teeth, and invaded him gently and unquestionably.

The tip of Sasha's tongue tremblingly hid underneath, but it was found out without any omission, and it was sucked into the perfect lips of the god on earth.

This kind of provocative kiss made Sasha feel his soul tremble even more than his body.

He was kissed until his toes were curled up. After the bathrobe came off, his bare back rubbed against the hard wall. Before he could feel any discomfort, he was separated by the man's warm palm.

While kissing him lingeringly, Clark hugged him and turned around, placing him on the soft single bed.

As soon as the man's strong body covered him, the lights on the ceiling were completely covered.

With no light in front of my eyes, it was like having a fig leaf. Those secret thoughts finally broke through all love and hatred, and vented freely.

They were trapped in the quilt and kissed in the dark, as if they knew each other well. After sunrise, when the reason returns, all these confusions will dissipate.

Sasha's bathrobe was already loose and clean, and the man was pressing on him and kissing passionately, and something underneath was heavy and hot against his leg.

When the little golden retriever was in a daze, he still instinctively hugged his little butt:

"Hey... Hey!!!"

Clark's panting sound entered his ears hotly, and the chest muscles that could almost crush Sasha were also rising and falling slightly, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I won't...I won't. I won't, Sasha. I'm just a little... out of control...too long. You've been away from me...too long indeed..."

He didn't even have time to finish his sentence.

Sasha unconsciously hugged the paw on his back, and at some point it slipped to the man's waist.

I just felt a gust of wind sweeping by!

The bed board and floor below made a loud sound like shelling!

Sasha: "........."

Clark: "........."

Sasha: "........."

Clark: "........."

He got up silently, sat on the edge of the bed, and buried his face in his palms.

Sasha: "...downstairs... there are... residents."

Clark: "...some..."

Sasha: "........."

Clark: "........."