Cannon Fodder's Struggle History

Awakened by Carl's movements, Fabrizio opened his eyes in confusion, feeling the softness and warmth of the coat that wrapped him.

The pitch-black eyes seemed to be a little unclear about the situation, and they stared wide. After a while, they were a little puzzled, and asked softly: "Carl?"

Carl lowered his head, showing a smile, and his voice was low and sweet: "Woke you up? Big boy. We will be in the cabin soon."

Feeling that the originally cold skin of the person who was hugging him had already warmed up, and satisfaction flashed in his eyes, this child really didn't love himself too much.

Fabrizio put his hands around Carl's neck, as if an abandoned child had finally found himself and got close to someone, with grievances in his eyes: "I don't want to go back."

With such a melancholy expression, Carl cursed in a low voice, what the hell did Jack do?Turning a boy who was as proud as a young rooster into a panicked little quail?

"As you wish, boy, we won't go back." Carl chuckled lightly, his heart throbbing because of Fabrizio's attachment, and he hugged Fabrizio tighter: "I think, You don't mind coming over to my cabin for a cup of hot cocoa."

"Yes." Fabrizio agreed, leaning tightly on Carl's chest, absorbing his body temperature.

Back in the cabin, Carl put Fabrizio down and asked Spicer to bring a cup of hot cocoa. He didn't want his big boy to catch a cold because of the cold wind.

"The hot water is ready, boy, you need a hot bath to warm yourself up." Carl pushed open the door of the bathroom, the tub was already filled with hot water, and the lingering heat was steaming.

"Thank you." Fabrizio opened his mouth and thanked Karl sincerely.He had to admit that Carl's appearance made him feel that he was not alone.

In front of Carl, he took off his coat, dress coat, vest, and shirt one by one until only a pair of white panties remained on his body.

Carl's eyes fell on Fabrizio, and he couldn't look away.The black hair is a little long, draped softly on the shoulders, and those eyes seem to have absorbed the halo of the moon, so charming that they are like sirens in the sea.

Exquisite clavicle, chest whiter than winter snow, two small breast beads, pink and tender like cherry blossoms in spring.Further down, there is a slender waist and a lovely navel on the snow-white belly, which rises and falls with the breathing of the owner.

Damn, how beautiful is this big boy, that's a boy too.Carl kept cursing in his heart, but his eyes greedily fell on Fabrizio despite his disobedience.

As the owner turned around, the two butterfly bones on the snow-white back slightly protruded, and the smooth and graceful lines ran from the back to the waist, connecting the round buttocks and straight and slender legs.

Carl, whose ears were already red, looked away reluctantly until Fabrizio closed the bathroom door.

Immediately, I felt a hot nasal cavity, and a sticky liquid flowed out. I covered it with my hands, only to find that my hands were sticky and scarlet, and the black coat was also stained with a few drops of blood.

He was in such an embarrassing situation because of a teenager, God, luckily no one in the room saw it!

Carl sneaked to the sink, stimulated his forehead with cold water, trying to stop the nosebleed.

"Master?" Spicer came in with hot cocoa and dessert, and looked at Carl who came out of the bathroom with some doubts, showing a surprised expression.

Karl looks a little embarrassed, his neatly combed hair looks a little messy because of being stained with water, there are still drops of water on his face, his eyes are a little red, and what is more conspicuous is the large water stains on his chest .

"It's nothing." Carl took off his coat and threw it aside, looked at the steaming cocoa, sighed, and ordered his servant: "Bring me a pot of iced coffee, and put some more ice cubes."

He needs to be calm and calm, to cool down his body, so as not to make any disrespectful actions when the time comes.

His hair was wet and dripping, and Fabrizio walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a large towel.

Carl's eyes darkened, he stepped forward and took a dry and soft handkerchief, and gently wiped his hair, his brows were wrinkled, and his tone was a bit sharp: "Why don't you wipe it clean, big boy, are you Want to get sick?"

"Thank you." Fabrizio could hear the concern in Carl's tone. He sat aside obediently and thanked him softly. The depression in his heart dissipated a little, and he showed a lovely smile with a little dependence in his eyes.

Standing aside, Spicer put on an extremely calm demeanor, looking straight ahead calmly.What a qualified servant he is!

Seeing Fabrizio's delicate face with a smile on his face, Carl softened his heart, wiped off the water drops for him, picked up the silk pajamas he had prepared, and put them on for Fabrizio.

"Have a cup of hot cocoa, it will make you feel better." Carl said softly, pouring hot cocoa into a gold-rimmed coffee cup and serving it to Fabrizio.

"Carl, drinking coffee at night will keep you awake." Seeing the dark brown juice in Carl's coffee cup with a few square ice cubes floating in it, Fabrizio persuaded him.

"Okay, Spicer, pour me a glass of wine." Putting down the coffee cup in his hand, Carl ordered Spicer who was standing aside.

Fabrizio's eyes lit up, and he saw that Carl's wine cabinet was filled with all kinds of wine bottles through the glass, which gave him an urge to drown his sorrows with wine.

After holding back and holding back, I still couldn't hold back and said, "Carl, I want whiskey."

"Hi, boy, are you an adult yet?" Carl raised his eyebrows and asked lazily in a pose with his arms folded.

"Carl, you look so unnoble." Fabrizio muttered, looking up at him with bright eyes: "Just a small glass."

While speaking, he raised his finger, and spread his thumb and index finger, making a gesture for a short distance.

The boy's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of water, shining brighter than diamonds. He looked at himself with such longing eyes, and his cheeks turned pink from the hot water in the bath. Carl couldn't resist it.

"Only a small cup." With a black face, he said viciously. Carl felt that he had lost face. He raised his hand and squeezed Fabrizio's face. It was very greasy and soft, and the touch was smoother than pudding. Finger prints into the heart.

Spicer walked to the wine cabinet knowingly, took out the wine glass, poured a glass of wine and a glass of whiskey.

Fabrizio picked up the wine glass and took a sip, with a strong taste that slid down his throat, almost burning the heart and lungs.

After drinking a glass of wine, Fabrizio's brain seemed to be corroded by alcohol and became chaotic. He showed a silly smile to Carl who was sitting by the side, and by the way, hiccupped a little.

"You're drunk, big boy." Carl saw Fabrizio's face brighter than a rose, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Drunk..." Fabrizio repeated Carl's words inarticulately, staring at Carl with big dark eyes, and his body shook uncontrollably.

He reached out and pulled Fabrizio into his arms to prevent him from accidentally falling to the ground.She snuggled up to Karl obediently, and only looked at Karl stupidly with misty eyes.

Carl's heart moved, and he couldn't help asking in a coaxing tone: "Big boy, who am I?"

"Carl, you are a miserable bastard!" Fabrizio raised his head blankly and replied honestly.

There was some kind of danger in his eyes, Carl's slender index finger kept stroking Fabrizio's moist and pink lips, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Huh? Bastard? Do you want to do something that a bastard should do? boy."

He was answered by the goofy laugh of a drunken Fabrizio.