Love Killer

The pungent and intoxicating taste, rubbing lips, Feston touched the hair behind Feng Zhannuo's ear, it was wet, and it was entangled between his fingers, as the contact deepened, the hot limbs in the water rubbed, only one Kiss was obviously not enough, just when Feston was about to make further moves, the phone rang.

Frowning and letting go of Feng Zhannuo, he cursed in his throat in dissatisfaction, "I should have told Jonathan to go on their vacation and don't bother anyone."

"Maybe he can't handle Hans and is going to ask you for help." Feng Zhannuo smiled and reached back, touched the mobile phone, and his smile stopped immediately, "It's not your phone, it's mine..."

His expression was not quite right. Feston watched him press the call button. In just 1 minute, he hardly spoke. Listening to the other party, his expression did not change much, but the two of them agreed. Many of the other party's subtle reactions have long been well known, and Feston still noticed the strangeness.

"What happened?" When Feng Zhannuo hung up the phone, he hugged his shoulders, "Who's calling?"

"Samantha." He replied lightly, raising his eyebrows, "She said that Bob fell ill in prison and was sent to the hospital." Taking a deep breath, Feng Zhannuo leaned against the edge of the bathtub, remained silent for a while, and turned to Him, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Bob had been in poor health for the past few years, and they weren't surprised that they expected this to happen sooner or later, but expecting and knowing were not the same thing after all, and it was happening now.

Feston touched his head, took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his clothes thrown on the ground, and handed him one, "I'll ask Grey Matt to book a flight tomorrow morning."

"En." A little reddish lighted up, and the smoke clouded Feng Zhannuo's eyes, mixed with the water vapor, the mist drifted in the air, the hot spring water still maintained its original temperature, but the warmth on the skin receded.

Feston pulled him to his side and rubbed his shoulder from behind, "You still haven't forgiven him?"

"Forgive?" He repeated, chuckling, looking at the white mist in front of him, "To be honest, I didn't blame him for too long." He spread his hands again, "Is this a bit strange, but I really I didn't feel any resentment, not at all."

He was smoking a cigarette, half of him in the water, leaning back relaxedly, looking in an unknown direction, Feston's wrist was wrapped around his chest, "You are a person who is used to looking forward, you hate being restrained , even hatred can't restrain you."

"But I'm here now." If you hate being restrained, why are you tired of being together for so many years?

Seeing the teasing in his eyes, Feston laughed, "I am not the rope that binds you, but the wings that help you fly. Why would you want to get rid of it?"

"Wings?" Feng Zhannuo laughed, but Fieston nodded solemnly, "Wings."

He could feel Feston's heartbeat on his back, and he heard Feston's voice in his ears, his voice became very penetrating in the mist, like a baritone singer, "Okay, say goodbye of."

"You don't blame him, but you haven't seen him in the past few years, what do you think?" The topic turned back to Bob, and Feston picked up hot water and sprinkled it on his chest. Many of my scars have faded, and I have had new wounds, but nothing serious.

Raising his hand from the water, Feng Zhannuo's hand was doing the motion of holding a gun, the muscles of his arm slowly tightened, and the water droplets slipped from his arm, "It's because he hasn't forgiven himself, I will only let him go to see him." He blames himself more."

He looked sideways at Feston, his eyes flickering, "Don't you think so, so you didn't mention it."

They really had a tacit understanding, Feston moved his fingers to his arm, and the just right force made him let out a breath of satisfaction, Feston kissed his shoulder, "Then you know that I once swore not to Let you suffer more serious injuries."

Familiar touch, but still hot as if it could burn the skin, "I don't know, because I saw it."

Turning around, Feng Zhan Nuo pulled away Feston's hand, a sudden and violent kiss hit him, and he extinguished the cigarette by the pool with one hand, he hugged Feston's head, the tossing kiss had the aftertaste of whiskey, and With the bitterness of tobacco, Fieston's arms suddenly tightened, and his already close body was even tighter. He pressed Feng Zhannuo's back of the head, devouring his lips and tongue as if absorbing all his flavors, sucking and biting. , chewing.

"It's still not good." He seemed to be talking to himself, his lower abdomen pressed tightly against his chest, his lips turned to his ear, and whispered, "I can't help it."

After finishing speaking, he stretched his hand behind Feng Zhannuo suggestively. Seeing the scorching heat in Fieston's eyes, Feng Zhannuo's breathing also became rapid. He turned around in line with his movements and leaned against the pool, "First Say yes, one person at a time."

"No problem." With a hot breath coming from behind, Feston kissed his neck, and the wet kiss fell on the same wet skin. He patted his buttocks and rubbed his body, beckoning him to relax.

This is the first time they have met each other. Everything is so familiar. They know what every reaction of the other party means. They also know that every sensitive area will respond immediately when touched. They have always been Compatible, this aspect has always been, and other aspects, even if there have been conflicts in life, after the resolution, they have become more and more compatible in the past few years.

The heat of the hot spring is constantly transpiring, their drenched bodies are entangled in the water, the water waves are rippling, the sweaty skin is rubbed and heated, and the wet hair is dripping water continuously.

Feng Zhannuo's hand on the edge of the pool was tightly held by Feston, the male moan echoed in the water mist, the rapid panting echoed, the sound of physical collision, hoarse roar, and the slapping of the water surface, The water mist diffuses and reverberates, playing the oldest and primitive rhythm together.

When Greymart heard that they had something to leave immediately, it is conceivable how frustrated he was and a little angry because they left so suddenly, but when he heard that they would come back soon and promised After staying another week, the anger turned into joy immediately.

"There's no problem with the air ticket. I'll call someone to do it right away. There's time, but you have to be careful when you go back to the United States. There are a bunch of people watching you, Caesar." After agreeing to help, Gremat didn't forget to remind And make fun of Feston.

"You don't need to worry about that." After explaining, Fieston began to pack his luggage.

Feng Zhannuo glanced at him with a smile, knowing that someone was originally an elite of the FBI, but now he has at least three different identities, "Which one will I use this time? Group president? Veteran officer? Or doctor?"

"Do you want to see Bob?" Unexpectedly, Feston asked, and without waiting for Feng Zhannuo to answer, he took out a passport, "This time I will go back as myself, former FBI agent, Feston Al Qaeda."