One Hundred Routes of Counterattack

Facing Han Xiu's gaze with raised eyebrows, Hoffman greeted him calmly, not feeling at all that he just said something shocking.

"Okay, then you stay."

But the people standing behind him could feel a special aura lingering between the two of them, which couldn't interfere with others at all.Being in high positions, they are naturally not idiots who are completely ignorant of government affairs. No one will fail to realize the impact of the existence of the "king" on them after Hoffman has repeatedly emphasized.But despite this, the archbishop, who is clearly one of the two men who actually control the country, even serves the king to clean up himself, which is still surprising.And the king actually agreed.

This kind of behavior really makes people wonder whether it is better to despise the archbishop for "flattery" or lament the close relationship between the king and the bishop.

Seeing those people walking away step by step, closing their curious eyes, Hoffman closed the small rectangular grid as usual.When the valve of the grid fell with a sound of "Keda", Han Xiu chuckled softly, soft and gentle, like the spring breeze in March, gently blowing into Hoffman's ears, he could even feel the promise of March. In the spring breeze, the unmelted coldness and the salty taste of the sea tide are just like this laughter, clear and calm, and salty indifferent.Once again, the king's laughter inadvertently made him lust.

He turned around and walked towards the king step by step until he came to the king.

This distance, just like last time, requires the king to lift up a little bit, so that the eyes of the two can meet—of course, this distance has seriously exceeded the distance between the monarch and his subjects, and they are so close to each other that they can feel The other party's breathing and heartbeat, this is already a distance that invades the privacy range.Han Xiu opened his arms and complained half-truthfully, "Don't you think this is too close?"

Hoffman lowered his head and found that the little king had his head half down, his fan-like eyelashes fluttering slightly, the blush at the end of his eyes was still there, his lips were slightly pursed, as if a little dissatisfied, and a section of his thin white neck was exposed under his soft curly hair.

He stretched out his hand and intentionally ran down the soft blond hair to the neck. The fluffy hair and the skin warmed by tentacles were as beautiful as he had imagined.Lifting his finger, he continued to calmly "help" His Majesty the King tidy up his shirt as if he hadn't done anything.

Turning over the collar, his slender fingers stroked the fancy ruffles of the soft shirt, and went around to the front. The young king obediently raised his head, revealing his fragile neck.

This action is undoubtedly based on a part of trust. Hoffman feels happy when he pushes himself to others and realizes the king's trust in him.

The shirt that had fallen asleep seemed a little wrinkled, with only two buttons left loosely buttoned, precarious. Hoffman glanced at the boy's shiny white chest, and his fingers brushed the sides deeply as he pulled the shirt. collarbone, and then buttoned up the buttons one by one as if nothing had happened.

"Next..." Hoffman looked at the king inquiringly.

Han Xiu rolled his eyes around his hands, lifted his chin to the side, and motioned: "Here, there are the pants and belt."

He had a good time, and planned to do nothing today, pretending to be a low-energy child, to watch how far Hoffman's lower limit can be thrown.

Hoffman didn't let him down either. He calmly went to get his pants, squatted down to let the king adjust them, and then slowly pulled them up.The whole process was quite slow. He had tall legs and long legs. He stood up when the trousers were pulled halfway, and the hands and arms controlled behind were in a posture of embracing Han Xiu.But when he pulled the raised buttocks, he obviously paused, and his breathing became heavier. After a while, he let go of his hands and went around to the front, adjusting the pants from front to back.

This posture made Han Xiu hugged in his arms, and couldn't help laughing: "My lord archbishop, have you touched enough?"

Hoffman's movements remained unchanged, he lowered his head into his neck, his eyes were covered by a piece of soft golden hair, and he slightly curled his lips: "So you have already discovered it. However, how can I feel my heart for you at this moment?" Satisfied. It should be said, my king, do you think my touch makes you want to look at me, the poor man who admires you, and move your eyes into my heart a little?"

Han Xiu vaguely felt that this sentence sounded familiar. Turning his eyes to the books on the table, he suddenly remembered that this was exactly the love story between the hero and the heroine in one of the stories. Of course, the title of "King" and "Touch" replaces "Goddess" and "Kiss".

What is surprising is that Hoffman's voice is deep and introverted at the moment, and the magnetic tone is whispering in Han Xiu's ear.For Han Xiu, because of his good voice, he is also very sensitive to sound. No, it should be said to be harsh, but it is so. Hearing this sound at this moment, he can't help but rang out when he was in the online game world before. A sentence I accidentally saw on the Internet: "Su has made people's ears pregnant, and they can't close their legs at all."

There was a smile of affection in his eyes.

This caught Hoffman immediately, and he obsessively reached out and stroked the blush at the corner of Han Xiu's eyes: "You hesitate to speak, but your eyes have already expressed your thoughts. My king, do you want to reject me? "

Han Xiu raised his eyebrows, and replied with a line from that book: "Dawn must have revealed the secret in my heart, don't let me take shameless frivolity as a promise."

Hoffman frowned, and continued: "Only people who have never been hurt will laugh at the scars on others. Great feasts come and go, but good times come and go, but I still believe that in the book of fate, we are together in the same line. between."

Their eyes met, as if they really felt the world described in the book: everything created out of nothing, heavy frivolity, serious arrogance, neat chaos, leaden feathers, bright smoke, cold flames, haggard health , the ever-awakening sleep, the denial of existence.As if time and space have gone far away, they embraced each other and slowly approached until their lips and teeth were intertwined and entangled with each other.

When they finally parted, Hoffman stared intently at the flushed young king, unable to take his eyes off the king's ruddy lips.He dragged his elegant aria and sighed, hinting again: "This kind of violent joy often heralds a violent ending. At that moment of joy, it is like fire and explosives, which disappear with a kiss."

Han Xiu turned his head, walked to the shelf beside him, and took off his robe from above: "I thought love was just a puff of smoke blown by a sigh, and the lover's eyes had sparks that it purified; the lover's tears were aroused by it. waves."

"And yet it is madness of the wisest, bitter in the throat, honey unpalatable in the mouth. It is also as deep as the sea, and the more I give to others, the richer I am, for there is neither Exhaustive." Hoffman took the clothes from Han Xiu, and dutifully continued his task - serving the king.He must be serious when he says this, without showing that he is only joking about a line.

Then, Han Xiu stopped the activity on the lines.Until Hoffman tied the last knot for him, and then suddenly dropped a kiss on his lips.This seemed to turn on a switch, and the two laughed at the same time.

"The ascetic bishop?" Han Xiu teased Hoffman.

"Amorous king?" Hoffman hinted not to be outdone.

Yes, in the relationship between the two of them, it was the "abstinent" priest who expressed his inner admiration bluntly, while the king, known for his flamboyance and passion, backed away step by step, "coldly" turning a blind eye to the priest's sincerity.

They are all adults. In fact, it is difficult to hide the fact that they like someone, and they don't want to hide it at all.From an inadvertent glance of beautiful eyes, an affectionate eyebrow raised, and a smiley cursing lips, the whole body can exude a message of admiration.Therefore, if the other party does not respond, it is more likely to pretend to be ignorant of the rejection than not to find out that the other party "secretly loves" yourself.

What's more, the two have actually spent several lives together. It can be said that even though Hoffman is not aware of this, they are indeed the people who know each other best in the world.This kind of understanding is not about understanding the other party's personality, preferences, and family background, but something deeper.That kind of love, if it has substance, cannot be deceived, let alone stopped, and of course it cannot be ignored.When it happens, it exists there, like the only shining moon in the night sky, who can ignore it indifferently?

Hoffman's voice lowered, and he took the king's hand hintingly: "Young man, with the passing moon, its silver light paints the tops of these fruit trees, I swear—"

"Ah! Don't point to the moon, it is fickle, and every month has its waxing and waning; if you swear by it, maybe your love will be as fickle as it." He paused, and in Hough Man said the next part with more and more nervous eyes, "If you really love me, please tell me sincerely; if you think I am too easy to give in, then I will also pile up an angry face and pretend to be happy." Show a stubborn look and reject your kindness, so that you can tactfully intercede with me, otherwise I will not refuse you no matter what. "

Hoffman was visibly relieved. Like the silly protagonist in the story, he did these things young and recklessly, and only realized his nervousness and apprehension after he finished.At this moment, his heart fell back into his stomach firmly, and he dared to say that sentence: "Then I tell you sincerely, I love you."

Han Xiu raised his eyes sideways and gave him a sideways look, with a charm that made him ecstatic: "That would be great——I finally don't have to talk to a fool in front of the moonlit night and fruit trees that don't exist."