atlantis

Sixth Avenue in the Waeber area is only three kilometers away from GoldCoast, where the most famous luxury hotels in the world gather.Among them, the Season Hotel is the tallest skyscraper on Sixth Avenue, overlooking the bustling night of the entire Gold Coast. Morris lives on the 38th floor.

The apartment has an area of ​​two hundred square meters, and there is a sky garden with a swimming pool outside.Although luxurious and spacious, only Morris lives alone, and it looks empty and deserted.

Han Jing looked at the hotel-style room. There wasn't a pot of flowers or a tank of fish, not even a photo frame. It was very neat and clean, which suited Morris' temperament, but unfortunately there was no warmth of home.

"You've been living here all this time?" Han Jing let out a deep breath, feeling a bit chilled by staying here.

"Yes." Morris responded coldly, walked directly to the bar, poured a glass of ice water habitually, and prepared to open the medicine box at hand.

Han Jing frowned, and snatched the glass from Morris's hand: "Drink the ice water directly, you will feel very uncomfortable, Morris..."

Morris interrupted coldly: "It's okay, I'm used to it."

Han Jingqi didn't say anything: "Are you used to the pain? Or are you used to the discomfort? You don't know how to take care of yourself. Let me cook some warm porridge for you first, and you go to rest."

Morris wanted to refuse, but feeling the warmth of his fingertips, he found that the other party was holding him.He hurriedly pulled away his hand, his cheeks became hot, and he was unexpectedly kissed by the other party again.

Morris quickly moved away and stared at Han Jing. A trace of astonishment and imperceptible anxiety flashed in his icy eyes, and he faintly felt that tonight was a little different.

"I'll make millet porridge for you, and add some brown sugar. You'll drink the warm food later, and then take the medicine, so that you won't feel nauseous because of the stimulation."

Han Jing opened the empty freezer, and as expected, there was nothing in it except drinks and ice cubes.He shook his head, took out milk, bacon, eggs, etc. from the edible bag, and put them in one by one.

"What else would you like to eat, Morris?"

Looking at the busy back, Morris did not respond to Han Jing's words, but just watched quietly for a while before sitting on the sofa in the living room.

He turned on the optical brain that he carried with him, stared at the data on the optical screen, input information from time to time with his slender fingers, but also paused from time to time, because of the busy sound in his ears, and the faint sweetness.

"Morris? Do you like this?" With a gentle voice and a gentle smile, a beautiful blonde woman emerged from the depths of my memory.

She stopped her busy back, bent down, and her blue eyes were full of love: "Don't cry, Dad is too busy to come back. You have to be an obedient child, Morris."

"Eat a piece of this, which is specially made by my mother for my Morris. It has a light sweet taste, just like Dad's love for Morris."

"You have to learn to be strong and not to cry, Morris." She stroked her immature face and smiled softly: "You are the heir of the Norman family, so you must be strong."

"Mother..." Morris suddenly supported his forehead. Tonight, he recalled the warmth of his childhood again. Unfortunately, everything was buried in the cold soil when he was young.

'Since then, I have forgotten the feeling of warmth and even fear, but tonight...'

'Is it because of him? Morris looked at Han Jing approaching, with a warm smile, vaguely familiar.

"Tomorrow morning's porridge has been cooked for you, and then you just need to warm it up." Han Jing handed the hot millet porridge to Morris, and noticed that Morris seemed a little strange, so he couldn't help saying: "Why?" Already? Still not feeling well?"

"No, it's much better. In fact...you don't have to be like this at all." Morris replied coldly, tasting the faint sweetness, and felt a strange warm current spread from his fingers to his atrium.

"Come on, take the medicine. I'll give you very little, just to warm your stomach."

A cup of warm water was handed over again, and there was another warm current, hotter, warming all over the body, hot and strangely comfortable.

"I like you, Morris. Tonight's banquet, the person I want to invite is you, and no one else." After Morris finished taking the medicine, Han Jing suddenly expressed his inner feelings slowly, and looked deeply into the dark eyes. With a handsome face, "So you don't have to be so polite to me...Aren't we lovers? Every night is lingering, I think you like me too, don't you? Morris?"

'like! ? Morris's extraordinarily clear eyes were blurred for a moment, but they were instantly covered by ice cold.

"Absolutely impossible." The answer was cold and unfeeling, but the person closest to him could sense the slight fluctuation hidden deep in it.

"You have someone you like?"

"No."

"You still think about your former lover in your heart."

"What do you want to say? Han Jing?" Morris was furious, and his eyes pierced Han Jing like ice peaks and snow blades.

Han Jing stared fixedly at Bingshan Morris, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "You don't have anyone you like, so why are you lingering with me every night? You are even willing to lie dormant under my body, would you not like me?"

Morris was taken aback, not knowing how to answer. He and he were only bound by Atlantis. Only he could calm the temporary torture, but it was like Sodium's medicine.

But he couldn't say it, he was stunned for a while, and before he could think of how to respond, he felt his body sink, and Han Jing actually stuck to his body and hugged him tightly.

"I love you very much, Maurice."

Han Jing felt that the body in his arms was tense instantly, and there was strength about to explode.He had to kiss Morris directly on the side of the ear, from where Morris was sensitive all the way to the shoulder blade.

Morris still hit Han Jing, but his already extremely sensitive body couldn't stand the opponent's teasing in the dark night. His heart paused and his strength lost seven points.

The two confronted each other and entangled each other, inevitably grinding each other. Morris quickly gasped, and his lower body couldn't help but feel high and hot.

Holding his rapidly burning body, Han Jing understood that Morris was in love again. His temperament was really cold and stubborn, and he was clearly affectionate. Otherwise, how could he have such a strong reaction after a light kiss?

Han Jing seemed helpless and pampered, sighed quietly, hugged Morris tenderly, and stroked the hot skin with his cool fingers, making Morris suddenly soften and tremble slightly.

"Is it okay? Morris?" Han Jing hesitated, worried about Morris' discomfort, and did not continue to move deeper.

Morris frowned, feeling the burning desire, and suddenly turned his head away.He felt ashamed to the bone, ashamed of his own reaction, but his body was expertly wrapped around the other party.I don't know if it was out of hatred or lust, but the hand that grabbed Han Jing suddenly exerted force, as if it wanted to crush the other's shoulder.

Enduring the pain, Han Jing hugged Morris and got up, only to feel that Morris was pressing against him, his breathing was hot, and his cold face was flushed with lust.

"Don't be here, I'll take you to the bedroom." Covering his hands eager to untie his clothes, Han Jing suddenly felt that Morris's desire had become stronger and stronger in the past few months, and he couldn't imagine that behind the iceberg, there would be The temperature of the lava in a volcanic eruption.

"Hmm... ah..." Feeling the foreign body galloping in the body, it was scalding and rubbing against the inner wall continuously, creating waves of suffocating intense pleasure.Morris' body had already boiled, and all his reason and indifference were burned to ashes.He kept twisting his body, his long blond hair messed up on his sweaty body, his jade-like skin was stained with a layer of rouge-like crimson, and even his sharp eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

"I love you, Maurice..."

Familiar words whispered in his ears, and Morris ignored it, as if ignoring the familiar air that made people forget.He was sobbing and panting, clinging tightly to the body above, twisting his hips wildly.Every blow would make him convulse and sob unceasingly, but like a moth to a flame, in the conflict between ice and fire, he could not bear to linger to death.

"Do you love me, Maurice?"

A gentle kiss fell on the crimson face, and the twitching in his body suddenly slowed down. Morris opened his lustful eyes, arched his body anxiously, and strongly wanted deeper stimulation.But Han Jing just hugged him tenderly, rubbing against the most sensitive place as if on purpose, causing waves of inescapable shudders.

"Do you love me, Maurice?"

The lingering whispers lingered in the ears again, constantly, time and time again, stimulating the heart that was sinking in the depths of the sea of ​​desire.

Morris finally regained his weak sobriety, and realized that he was like an animal in heat, desperately raising his hips, spreading his shameful legs, and actively intercourse with the other party.He was immediately ashamed and annoyed. As soon as he struggled, he slammed into the most sensitive part, and the intense pleasure flooded his whole body like a tsunami. He screamed unbearably, but immediately bit his lower lip tightly.

"Ah...!" Morris clutched the bed sheet tightly, his tranced rationality was corroded by the constant lingering lust, like flexible silks, like cocoons, entangled himself soundlessly.

"I love you, Maurice..."

"What about you, Maurice? Like me?"

Inescapable whispers, lingering in my ears.Morris listened in a trance, as if there were circles of water waves rippling in the ocean of his heart.He couldn't help wrapping his arms around Han Jing's shoulders and neck, instinctively kissed him, and responded to him with extremely hot limbs.

The two kissed passionately, and their tightly intertwined bodies seemed to be the most perfect fit in the world. Every time they touched the bones, Morris could feel the extreme pleasure.Every time I thought it was the ultimate peak, but next time, the other party would lead me to a higher peak that was more painful and happier.

Feeling the enthusiastic response Morris had never had before, Han Jing couldn't help it anymore, and began to attack continuously, pleasing the increasingly tense body very familiarly, and grabbed his desire violently, making Mo Reese couldn't help himself.

"Ah! Ah... Woo! Let go of it... Ah..." His body convulsed violently, Morris wanted to break free from the hand that made him crazy, but he was tightly catering to the other party behind him, and the two extreme contradictions made him terribly painful ,do not know what to do.

"Be patient, um... let's go together..." Hugging the body that was about to escape, Han Jing felt the lubricated tunnel shrink to the extreme.

Morris was sobbing uncontrollably, his left hand grasped the other party in a daze, his fingers intertwined tightly, he was deeply bound in the sea of ​​desire and could not break free...

In the sluggish night, the high temperature persisted, and Morris, as usual, was dizzy in the extreme pleasure.Flicking the long golden hair with his fingers, and kissing the person in his arms, Han Jing just hugged him like this, and after a while, he gently got off the bed.

He covered Morris with a thin quilt, looked at his handsome face, and couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed Morris again.Morris seemed to be in a deep dream, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his brows revealed a softness that would not appear in reality.

"What did you dream about? Morris?" Han Jing smiled softly, the corners of his eyes filled with warmth.Tonight's Morris, with his enthusiasm and initiative, gave Han Jing the answer he wanted.

Han Jing took a hot shower, put on a bathrobe, and walked out of the bedroom lightly.He tidied up the water cups and porridge bowls on the coffee table, and inadvertently bumped his elbow to the still-on optical computer.

"The passion just now made him forget to close it..." Han Jing looked back and knew that there should be very confidential data in this optical computer. Morris never let him peek at it, and always kept it invisible.

"Forget it, let me close it for him." Han Jing smiled, not wanting to peek at the secrets in the light screen, but the moment he closed the light brain, his eyes swept over unconsciously, his face suddenly changed, and his heart was cruel Tighten.

His eyes could no longer move, they froze on the light screen, and he felt a boulder slowly sinking on his chest.

"Lust", "Atlantis", "Cursed", "Pandora's Box"

These words and sentences, which appeared in a report, should not have been seen by Han Jing, but were accidentally touched by him and jumped out of the interface.It recorded the legend of Atlantis, and there were messy comments on the side, but Han Jing's hand trembled slightly, and he couldn't help touching the light-facing screen.

He searched for relevant information, and suddenly found that the word "Han Jing" repeatedly appeared in a linked data.

He couldn't help but click on it. It turned out to be Morris' diary, which was written paragraph by date...

"In March, I returned from the accident in Atlantis. I couldn't accept that weird illusion. I just wanted to forget it, but I didn't expect it to continue to affect me?"

"April, I can't take it anymore, I have to seek Marco's help. I hope Sodium, or Diclofenac can help me, and let me get rid of the shame of not being able to speak..."

"In May, the dose is getting bigger and bigger, but I can't bear it anymore... Could it be the curse of Atlantis?"

"In June, I was going crazy, and Marco confirmed my hunch. The body developed resistance, and the effect of the medicine was getting shorter and shorter, what should I do!?"

"In July, I can't bear any heat, even, it spreads to my working hours? Does it want to enslave itself? No way! But I have to suppress the depression, can't sleep for several nights, maybe... have to Facing him? Han Jing? This man makes me ashamed."

"In August, I used my personal power for the first time because of that person. It turns out that he is a CF researcher, so ordinary... Do I really have to follow Marco's advice?"

September, blank...

October is also blank...

Until the last month, Morris finally wrote a short sentence: "Don't think about anything... He is just Sodium to himself, just a curse, only a shame..."