You can't afford to hurt a man wearing an anti-theft badge

There is such a bizarre thing?

On Saturday, he couldn't believe Chen Ke's words. He tried to move his hands away, exposing the fatal scar on the side of Sieus' neck and exposing it to the air. , carefully looked at Chen Ke's expression, and if the latter's expression was slightly wrong, he would immediately cover the scar.

Chen Ke: "..."

Saturday: "..." Stare.

Chen Ke waited for a while and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm doing an experiment," said Saturday, "to see if Theus will attack the bridge continuously with high frequency, or with low-frequency fixed-point strikes."

Chen Ke: "...you use my head as a battleship command room?"

"No, no, it should be said to be the commanding heights of the military." Shaking his head on Saturday, "everyone is rushing to get to your feng shui treasure."

Chen Ke laughed: "I think you have the potential to be a stand-up comic."

"Isn't it, I think so too." Sat was smug, just relaxing from the tense state that Seuss hit, the atmosphere between the two quickly returned to a relaxed and happy atmosphere.

In the resplendent palace, there is a four-poster bed carved with a statue of the Holy Maiden Drawing Water. The bedposts support layers of golden gauze curtains, separating the four corners of the night pearl light, and hiding the scene inside the gauze curtain. I saw an ambiguous silhouette.

The oriental slave is wrapped in a translucent spider silk bandage, revealing his healthy skin. His lower body is wrapped in a negligible linen soft skirt. The white linen cloth is placed just above the knees, revealing two slender and straight long legs , straddled the tyrant's waist, and hugged the latter's neck affectionately, as if coquettish with him.

The tyrant's skin was pale, and his star-black eyes were smiling slightly. He lifted up and stared at the slave's face, as if looking at the cutest work of art in the world—of course, this "work of art" cannot be called cute now. The swelling was only half gone, and the slave still had some swelling under his left eye.

However, the strange thing is that if someone has seen Hyacinthus before, they will definitely not recognize that the oriental slave is him, because although they are both of the handsome type, this oriental slave is a completely different race from him. The difference also determines that Hyacinthus has thicker lips and a higher nose bridge. At this moment, the oriental slave does not have such an exaggerated outline. Amber eyes, occasionally flashed with a sly and intelligent light, are not possessed by Hyacinthus.

Hanging on Chen Ke's neck on Saturday, the situation forced them to maintain such an intimate posture, touching skin to skin, and both of them were a little emotional.

"Do you... want to..." Saturday hesitated, "Anyway... you have to hug your neck, it's better to have a chat..."

"What are you doing? Huh?" Chen Ke raised the corner of his mouth, lowered his voice, and asked in Saturday's ear.

"Fuck you." Saturday's face became hot, and he looked straight at Chen Ke, with a bit of fierceness on the outside.

"It's very straightforward today." Chen Ke's tone was teasing, but his palms were already holding the back of Saturday's waist, and his warm hands were rubbing gently against the thin silk skin, which made Saturday very comfortable and his heart was itchy. of.

"That's right, it's the subordinate's duty to serve His Majesty the Emperor." Saturday's eyes began to wander, but he didn't look into Chen Ke's teasing eyes.

"You have injuries on your body, I'm afraid of you..." Chen Ke felt that if he continued to speak, he would not be able to hold back anymore, so he expressed the real scruples in his heart.

"Forget it." Saturday curled his lips, "Go to sleep with your neck strangled."

Chen Ke laughed: "Then what do you want to do, I will cooperate with you?"

"Lie down first." After receiving the "Imperial Order" from His Majesty the Emperor on Saturday, he ordered directly without being pretentious.

Chen Ke wondered, with Saturday's current physical condition, is it possible that he still wants to fuck him?

Chen Ke lay down as told, and Theus, this lustful and indulgent body, had already reacted, and as soon as he lay down, he poked Saturday hard.

"I said no, but my body is very honest." Saturday patted Chen Ke's neck, and he didn't dare to put his hands around. He supported the bed by Chen Ke's ear with one hand, and pressed Chen Ke's neck with the other. With the scar on his side, he bent down, touched the forehead of his loved one, touched the tip of his nose, and then kissed his lips lightly.

"This is not my body," Chen Ke paused, feeling a little tangled in his heart, "Do you... mind?"

"Don't mind, I know who I'm kissing," Saturday laughed, "besides, it's not my body."

"That's true." Chen Ke's throat felt a little dry.

"You talk a lot today." Saturday touched his cheek and teased in his ear, while supporting himself, to untie the clothes around their waists.

Chen Ke's jaw was tense, and his lips were drawn into a line. Seeing that Saturday was about to go straight to battle, he reminded: "There is balm on the bedside."

"Well, you all know this. You are indeed the learned and talented Mr. Lan Ke." Saturday reached out to take the balm, and unscrewed the cap, but fortunately there was no strange smell. If it was really sweet Arabian incense, I am afraid that today To be yellow.

"I saw it just now." Chen Ke explained, "I am ashamed of this sentence of erudition. Of course, you can use other aspects of knowledge to test me."

"I don't want to test you, I just want to mess with you." Said Saturday, spread the balm on her fingers, tried to reach behind her, and hurriedly opened up. Difficult, this movement also involved back pain, so I hurriedly did it twice on Saturday, and it felt almost the same, so I was about to sit on Chen Ke.

"You stop." Chen Ke finally understood what he was going to do on Saturday. Looking at his expression of a strong man going to war, he was both angry and funny, and immediately pressed his hand, "Give me the box."

Saturday handed him the balm box, and he took it and said, "Get down."

On Saturday, he lay obediently on his chest.

Xiaobie is better than a newlywed, this is true, the two of them only wrestled for a few minutes, and immediately they were like ducks in water, sticking together, the love was so deep that they almost forgot to hug Chen Ke's neck on Saturday, which made him tense up , I was stunned to break out in a cold sweat under the condition of fever all over my body.

Chen Ke would have completely misunderstood him, thinking that he was particularly enthusiastic tonight, so he reciprocated with double enthusiasm.

After the work was over, on Saturday, he felt that his knees were about to fall off, and his waist and abdomen were tired and sore as if he had done hundreds of sit-ups. He lay on top of Chen Ke, not wanting to move, despite his sweaty forehead. Stick it to your ear.

Chen Ke looked down at him, lifted the soft hair around his ears, and twirled his soft shell-like ears with his fingers, contentedly.

Saturday's consciousness blurred for a while, he half closed his eyes, and murmured, "I'm exhausted, I didn't do this job..."

Chen Ke couldn't help laughing out of his nose, and rubbed his hair: "Come on, get up, and take a shower."

"No, it takes half an hour to go to your bathroom... That's it... I fell asleep..." The cleanliness patient was finally discharged from the hospital on Saturday.

"The next compartment is..." Chen Ke said halfway, his voice lowered, and he found that he really fell asleep on Saturday.

What happened in the second half of the night on Saturday is not very clear. I vaguely felt that Chen Ke carried him to the hot tub and cleaned it inside and out. Ever since he had the first failure experience, Chen Ke paid special attention to it. Clean up afterwards, be careful and gentle, and never let Saturday get sick from something like this for the second time.

During this period, Chen Ke got a soft sheepskin holster from nowhere, and directly put Saturday's arm and his neck together. In this way, no matter how swaying Saturday was, his arm could always be pressed against the neck. On that critical "military commanding height".

Sinking into the soft big bed again, Saturday completely lost consciousness and sank into a wonderful dream.

The next day, three poles in the sun.

The sunlight shines in from the painted thousand-flower glass windows, showing colorful colors scattered on the light-colored quilt cover.

The marble statue of the goddess of drawing water at the head of the bed is shrouded in colorful sunlight, as if covered with a layer of gorgeous robes, and the wooden furniture inlaid with turquoise and malachite is heavy and luxurious, washed out from the shadow of the corner of the bedroom, It was getting late, and it was another sunny day, and the huge bedroom was almost completely bathed in bright light.

"Hmm..." Saturday stretched out his arms comfortably, and halfway through, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He opened his eyes and looked at the empty bed beside him—where is Chen Keren?

Sius is full of energy. Sometimes he has a banquet all night, returns to the bedroom for a nap, and can go to participate in outdoor sports such as horse racing and hunting. Therefore, when he woke up this day, he still felt that he was getting up late, how could he sleep? so long?

He sat up, moved his neck slightly, and felt a pulling pain from the side of his neck, as if he had been in an awkward position for a long time, causing a muscle strain.

Sius clutched the side of his neck, recalling what caused his muscle strain, but the memories of yesterday were like a thick white mist, and he couldn't remember what happened.

As a tyrant, Sius seldom used his brain, as long as he smashed the things that confused him, he just had to kill those who made him unable to see through.

But now, there was a problem that could neither be avoided nor eliminated, it had to be faced and admitted - he couldn't remember what happened yesterday.

However, it shouldn't be a bad thing, because Theus's physical condition has never been better.

He raised his arms, moved his shoulders and elbows, and when he turned sideways, he saw a person sleeping under the soft quilt at the other end of the big bed.

who? !

Sius frowned. Although he played and sang every night, he never left people until the morning. He either fed the lions, or wrapped them in blankets and slept with them until the next morning. This is still a headache. once.

And, surprisingly not annoying.

Theus went around to the other side of the bed—it was indeed a bit big, he thought—and lifted the covers to reveal the hooded slave who was sleeping soundly.

Sius remembered for a moment.