Love Killer

"Rain may be very romantic, but a cemetery? This is too suitable for me." Lifting his luggage from under the tree, Feng Zhannuo recalled what happened just now, and could hardly believe that he did it by himself.

"Our hug in the rain, and the promise to your mother..." He laughed. "I'm sure if I told Bob, he'd drop the bottle in surprise."

Feston also showed some embarrassment when he recalled his words and deeds just now, but he just smiled, "It's nothing, we are all human, and normal people can communicate. We just chose a special place and a special timing."

I am afraid that people who know them will feel incredible if they know.

Passing by tombstones, Feng Zhannuo grabbed his hair back, "Should I do something else after the exchange, I didn't have a good rest on the plane, I need to find a place to sleep, and then I'll have a big fight with you..."

When he turned his head, the smile in the rain showed its sharpness, which was very eye-catching, full of masculine aggression, and Feston's eyes became hot.

The force of the attack came, Feng Zhannuo was pulled back a few steps, Feston licked the back of his neck, the rain wetted his hair and skin, and the cold raindrops were drawn by the tip of his hot tongue and sucked away , he couldn't help moaning: "You're so hot."

Feston's hand reached into his clothes, Feng Zhannuo often exercised, his body temperature was normal, not cold, but now he was scalded by Feston's palm, like a piece of iron, touching his chest, and screwing it on his chest prominence.

"Are you going to do it in front of your mother..." Feston didn't respond to him, but Feng Zhannuo could feel the heat behind him, unexpectedly, Feston not only ignored him, but even pressed his other hand to his crotch.

"You can go to the car." Close to his neck, Feston's breath was hot, and Feng Zhannuo could hardly bear it anymore. They were always easily provoked by each other, but the remaining rationality reminded him, "Intuition And experience tells me that you have a fever."

"I didn't." Feston didn't admit it, or he didn't want to admit it, or maybe he didn't want to stop. He pushed him forward from behind, and Feng Zhannuo dragged the luggage in his hand, walked through the cemetery, from the sleeping place The dead passed by.

"Firstly, you have been injured and had surgery, secondly, you are tired from traveling, and thirdly..." He threw the package on the ground, and just as he turned around, Feston pushed the car door shut with his hands on the roof, The hem of his clothes was pulled up, and Feston kissed him along his abs.

"Thirdly, I was caught in the rain just now, and I was so hot-headed and said a lot of nonsense?" Even with the fever, Feston's mind remained awake, and the sutured wound on his forehead was slightly red under the wet black hair , Feng Zhannuo grabbed his wet hair, "Go to the car."

Feston opened the car door, and the two fell into the back seat together. The seat cushion was wet by them, and there was a smell of leather goods. When the window was fogged, there was a layer of water vapor. Fiston's hair, "You need to rest, or the wound infection will kill you..."

"My life is not that easy, you are the one who knows this best." Pressing down his hand, Feston buried his head in his neck, tasting the beating pulse in his mouth, "From vigilance to relaxation to the current enjoyment, you are not afraid of what I will do to you, are you?"

"You bit me to death?" Feeling the grinding of teeth on the carotid artery, Feng Zhannuo went up to him, tore off Feston's shirt when he was grinning deeply, and pinched Feston's waist with nimble fingers, Climbing up to his back again, "Not only will you do to me, but I will do to you."

With a flash in his eyes, he suddenly raised his hand, Fieston was alert, but this time and this state affected his performance, a pain in the back of his neck, Feng Zhannuo caught his fallen body.

"I hope you won't try to kill me when you wake up." He touched Fieston's forehead to make sure he had a fever.

Let Feston lie on the back seat of the car, put the luggage into the car again, and Feng Zhannuo drove away.

They were so devoted and focused on each other, so they didn't realize that at the other end of the cemetery, someone stood there for a long time, the black umbrella merged with the tree, and the figure behind the tree didn't leave quietly until they left. go.

When Fieston woke up, he was lying on a bed. He was very comfortable, but he was not wearing anything. The person beside him was asleep. Just like what Feng Zhannuo said, he was tired and needed a good sleep Sleep.

There are towels, pills, and water on the bedside table. Look around the room. It's a strange place, but it's not like a hotel or a motel. The room is heated, except that there are no windows in the wall, only a fan on the top of the room. Outside the transom, everything is normal.

Feston's movement woke up the other person on the bed, but he didn't bother to move, "It's afternoon, the medicine is on the bedside table, I'll sleep a little longer, you'd better take the medicine."

The hoarse voice indicated that he was not fully awake, or that he did not intend to wake up. Feston crossed his hands to get the pills and the cup in his hand, and swallowed a few pills in the lid without looking at them, "Sleeping How about it, in your own place, it should be good."

"It's good, but that's after you've been dealt with. I wiped your body with alcohol and gave you medicine once. Then you know what to do. Don't have a fever anymore. You should listen to Jonathan knowing that you The reaction after falling ill..." Eyes closed, half of Feng Zhannuo's voice was in the pillow, Felston turned his face away.

"So this is your place, Washington's home? How many hiding places did you not tell me?" The slightly stubbled chin stabbed Feng Zhannuo's neck, "And what about Jonathan, you contacted him?"

"Remember you are a patient, don't ask so many questions when you wake up, you need to have a good rest." Pushing his face away, as if deliberately not answering clearly, the killer sighed and grabbed the pillow to cover his face, "I want to sleep."

But Feston's fever has subsided, and he is obviously very energetic now. He tore off the pillow, and the mattress suddenly sank. Feng Zhannuo was held down by him, and his gaze was extremely intense, "How dare you knock me out? Now I'm awake, don't think you can get by by pretending to be asleep." Feston lowered his head to warn, his dangerous expression failed to frighten Feng Zhannuo, "Then why don't you continue to bite me to death?"

In response to his provocation, Feston showed an inexplicable smile, "Let me try." He raised his neck to bite.

If this method can kill people, it will definitely not be because of any wounds. The Adam's apple is trembling on the tip of Feston's tongue. The heat spreading from here is constantly heating up, and the friction creates heat. Facts have proved that this theory is not wrong at all. .

Fieston's naked skin rubbed against his body, and the high fever rose again. This was not due to the inflammation and fever of the wound caused by excessive fatigue. His intention to attack was very obvious, which aroused Feng Zhannuo's fighting spirit. He gritted his teeth and smiled, "You Now that you are a patient, I kindly let you go..."

"Oh? Let me see who let me go." Pulling down his loose trousers, Feston's body is suddenly covered, the weight is pressed down, and the bed vibrates suddenly, but Feng Zhannuo is the first to grasp Feston's body Weaknesses, "Then I won't be polite." He flipped the person on the bed, and provoked Feston's desire mercilessly, "Who told you to provoke me—" He defended himself, and put The bed sheet was stirred into long strips and wrapped around Fieston's arm. The location was convenient, and he quickly completed this series of difficult movements.

The disadvantage of Feston was that he had just taken the medicine, and he soon discovered that, accompanied by the weakness of his hands and feet after the high fever, he also felt tired, "Damn, what the hell is that, your medicine!"

"It's a good thing, it can give you a good rest, and it's a special medicine for anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing." Feng Zhannuo explained in detail, and Feng Zhannuo stroked Fieston's black hair, made him turn around, and slid his fingers on his back , creating a shudder in those tense muscles.

Broad shoulders, tight waist, he has always liked Feston's buttocks, he exhaled hot air on Feston's back, and he enjoyed this moment, "We all said something and did it Some promises, so from now on you'll be completely mine, and I'm not going to give up the patient... what's mine is mine, and I won't thank you for whatever you do for me in the future."

"No one needs your gratitude." Feston panted, "What's mine is mine, and I'm not afraid that what belongs to me will slip away, but you still have to tell me how many hiding places you still have... ..."

Before he finished speaking, Fieston suddenly growled in a low voice, and turned around, "Am I being so rough to you?"

"You are not gentle every time, we are each other." Feng Zhannuo's breath was short, God knows how long he restrained, because Feston was having a fever, he had to control his untimely desire.

Feeling his impulse, Felston relaxed his back, and the tense lines relaxed. "Okay, come on."

He let him taste him, feel his reaction, the ups and downs of his back and his heavy breathing, in front of Feng Zhannuo, Feston caused him a violent reaction, "You will regret your promise now, I will not Let you go, especially now..." He whispered in his ear.

Taste Feston, who is weak due to drugs in his illness. Just imagining this scene is like taking the best aphrodisiac. If he misses this opportunity, he will not be a ghost among killers. Ghosts will always take all the advantages , to obtain the final victory.

But perhaps someone should remind him that the man he regarded as his rival from the beginning was once called Caesar by him.

The title of Uncrowned King is not for nothing. Feston Al Qaeda is a man with a long-term vision, and what he pursues is not a temporary victory, or a single victory in a war.

In short, the horn of the battle has just sounded, whether it is emotionally or in bed, this battle still has to be fought.