[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

In winter, the rare sunlight shines into the house through the glass windows, two figures can be vaguely seen on the quilt of the white double bed, and the gray desk lamp has been swept to the ground.

The person on the bed couldn't help making a muffled groan, and involuntarily burrowed into the bed, leaving only his black head outside. The excessive movement woke up the man next to him, as if he was still awake, his gray-brown eyes blinked , turned his head slowly, and saw the person next to him, and then the corners of his lips raised slightly.

Finally got it.

Hannibal gently lifted the quilt, revealing the man who was nestled inside. His usual lazy face was a little more childish at this moment, which made people feel soft-hearted.

"Woo~"

The cold air pouring in from outside made Dana groan uncomfortably. With his eyes closed, he mumbled, "It's cold!"

Hannibal was taken aback for a moment, he thought the other party would wake up, but he didn't expect that the latter was still immersed in his sleep, and when he was about to put down the quilt, the other party had already done it himself.

He fumbled around with his hands until he touched the quilt and pulled it up——

"Ok?"

The man opened his eyes and looked down in a daze. A beautifully shaped hand held down his quilt, and then there was a drooling eight-pack abs, a broad chest, and a gentlemanly handsome face.

It's just that the handsome face was a little familiar, shaking his head, Dana pressed his forehead to relieve the pain, and then looked at the man next to him, and then he took a closer look.

Dana Lawrence said in disbelief: "Why are you here?" The pupils involuntarily grew a lot, which is enough to show how terrified the owner is.

He was caught off guard by someone asking a question, but Hannibal was not angry. He still looked at the shocked Dana Lawrence very calmly, waiting for the latter to return to normal.

After a while, he said slowly, "Why can't I be here?"

"This is my room."

"Fart, it's obviously from me—" Dana snorted coldly, ready to teach him a lesson, looked around, and suddenly fell silent.

The whole room is gray and black, and the wardrobe is neat

The suits were lined up, and the well-tailored shirts of various colors were also ironed and hung up.

The white wool carpet is handmade by hundreds of female workers in India and is worth [-] pounds, but here it is simply laid on the floor.

The white as snow and the color of daisy porcelain were randomly placed on the table with flower branches, and the beauty playing the piano on the porcelain was shy and timid, with a pair of beautiful eyes full of charm.

This was not the room he was familiar with.

"Why am I in your room?" Dana's tone was a little stiff.

He remembered what happened in his dream last night. A huge octopus was entangled with him, and his butt hurt like hell when he moved, which made him unable to move and could only maintain one posture.

"I invited you yesterday—" Hannibal didn't answer his questions correctly, he just let out a strange exclamation, then lifted the quilt and stood up naked.

Stepping gracefully to the wardrobe, her fingers moved up and down the wardrobe, and finally stopped on the shirt inside.Hannibal pulled out his underpants from under the wardrobe and put them on, then his shirt.

Then he turned his head and looked at the man with gray-blue eyes on the bed.

Dana Lawrence: "..." Shameless!

The old antique store manager looked at the shameless naked body of his parent worker, a trace of horror flashed in his black eyes, he felt that he had opened the door to a new world.

"What's the matter?" Hannibal buttoned his shirt, felt the eyes behind him, turned his head and asked suspiciously.

Dana Lawrence looked back silently: "No, nothing."

On the way, I saw clothes covered with unknown liquid on the ground. Looking at the color and texture, it was clearly the shirt he was wearing yesterday.

"Do you need me to help you with your clothes?" Hannibal asked thoughtfully. They didn't bring any clothes when they came here yesterday. He saw Dana's eyes and thought that the latter wanted to get up.

"However, I suggest that you lie in bed today. By the way, I will help you put up a closed sign on the store."

"To shut up!"

Dana moved his body that was about to become stiff with a cold face. Except for an indescribable foreign body sensation somewhere, everything else can be described as refreshed.

Noticing the embarrassment on the other side's face, Hannibal decided to take care of the other side first, and use his professional knowledge to explain the other side's doubts.

"I cleaned it up last night."

"Clean up?" Dana Lawrence's face darkened, he repeated the other party's words word by word, and stared at the culprit viciously, wishing to tear him alive.

It's a pity that eyes can't kill a person. On the contrary, Hannibal thinks that the other party's pair of gray-blue eyes are really amazingly beautiful, just like the sea before the storm, with rough waves hidden beneath the calm.

After buttoning the last button, Hannibal took out his trousers from the closet next to him, held them in his hands, and came to the bedside, sitting next to the furious Dana Lawrence.

"..." What are you doing?

The owner of the shop froze and looked at the handsome man in front of him. The distance between the two of them was so close that he could even smell the light perfume mixed with the smell of cigarettes from the other person's body.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything!"

"The devil will believe you!" Dana didn't believe the words of a person who just lied to him yesterday, but what made him different was that he actually relaxed slowly.

Hannibal shrugged his shoulders indifferently, this ungentlemanly gesture was extremely elegant to him, full of male hormones.

He stretched out his hand to tuck in the quilt for the man, and he didn't care when he got the man's merciless back. He picked up the pants next to him and walked to the bathroom.

Very considerate to leave the other party a space to think.

After this experience, Dana Lawrence was not in the mood to continue to sleep. He leaned out of the bed, leaned against the head of the bed, and slowly sorted out the bits and pieces about last night from his nearly frozen mind.

After Abraxas left Lucius here, he mercilessly left through the back door of the living room leading to the alley, and he seemed to ask questions about education.

Dana recalled with a dark face, unwilling to admit that the man who was too weak to be beaten yesterday was himself, stretched out his left hand and groped for the cabinet next to him, and touched a familiar square object with his fingers.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, and continued to think about what happened next.

Falling on the bed, tearing off the other person's clothes, pressing down on the other person, and finally being lifted off...

Really active!

Dana Lawrence commented on yesterday's self expressionlessly, as if he was evaluating an irrelevant person. In fact, if he could, he really didn't want to admit that stupid man was himself.

With a "squeak", the bathroom door was pushed open. Hannibal held a towel in his hand and kept wiping his face. His eyes swept over the expressionless face of the man on the bed, and he already had a decision in his heart.

He raised his eyebrows and said maliciously: "Remember?"

What responded to him was a sharp knife accompanied by the sound of the wind. Fortunately, Hannibal was not weak, so he dodged it with a slight tilt of his head.

The knife was deeply inserted into the wall, obviously the opponent used a lot of strength, and the handle of the knife kept shaking.

"Forget about what happened last night." Dana Lawrence obviously didn't want to have any entanglement with this man, and his intuition told him that this would not lead to any good results, and even endless troubles would follow.

He hates trouble.

"Well, my dear, you think too well." Hannibal was unwilling to give up the prey he just got yesterday, although he didn't perform the real ceremony, but unexpectedly got satisfaction from other places.

Now he wants that satisfaction to continue.

"Do you want to die?" Slowly spit out eye circles, Dana narrowed his eyes and looked at the lifeless man opposite.

Hannibal didn't reply, he walked around the big bed unhurriedly, came to his bedside, lowered his head, and met his eyes.

Gray brown and gray blue collided, and the same gray tones were entangled with each other. The oppressive atmosphere circulated in the room, approaching step by step, and Dana Lawrence took the lead to look away.

"Go away! Stay away from me!" Dana Lawrence said with a frown.

Hannibal was taken aback for a moment, then the corners of his lips moved up quietly, taking advantage of the man's inattention, he directly pressed on him, his left hand suppressed the man's hand holding the cigarette, and kissed.

The flexible tongue broke into his mouth aggressively, and Dana Lawrence's resistance was extraordinarily strong, his expression became colder, and the other free hand slowly stretched out under the pillow.

"Snapped!"

His hands were pinned down.

After a kiss, Hannibal let go of Dana Lawrence's poor mouth, looking very satisfied, and avoided the latter's throwing knife.

"You'll like it!" He winked playfully.

"I'll stab you to death after tomorrow!" Dana Lawrence was not someone who couldn't afford to lose. He squinted his eyes and took another breath of the cigarette, exhaled slowly, and then put out the cigarette.

"Wait and see."