Love Killer

Upturned corners of the mouth, slightly narrowed eyes, a beautiful smile, the weakness of a man is in his hands, the ghost never minds tricks, the two confront each other, Feston stares with his narrow and deep eyes, "I don't talk to criminals. condition."

This scene seemed familiar, but Feng Zhannuo didn't shake his fist this time, but tightened his palms. Hearing Felston's breathing suddenly became heavy, his smile deepened, "Are you sure?"

"Very sure." Instead of letting him go, Feston pulled him closer with the chain, and his body collided, and the ambiguous temperature instantly burned Feng Zhannuo's hand.

How to deal with this ghost, Feston thought about it, but all considerations were beyond the influence of instinct, a pair of iron fists grasped his palm, and let it stay in its original position, "Continue—"

The air changed with Feston's words, and the confrontation lost its original flavor unknowingly, the sound of skin and cloth rubbing, and Feston's breath, just around his neck, desire rising without warning, Feng Zhan Nuo simply gave up the plan, took Feston's hand and said, "You are the only one who is comfortable, that's not okay..."

He was answered with a deep laugh, and Feston's breathing became heavier, and he suddenly turned around and pressed him against the wall.

Two fiery bodies rubbed against each other in the corner, and the iron chain made a cold clashing sound. With the movement of Feng Zhannuo's wrist, the temperature in the room seemed to have been burned by fire, perhaps because the weather was already very hot, sweat Sweat dripped from the sides of her hair and slipped from the inside of her bathrobe.

In the weather of August, they were in a room with the windows closed and the curtains drawn. Two men stood in an ambiguous posture.

They have had a deeper contact, and they are not unfamiliar with each other's bodies. Time seems to have lost its meaning, and there is only a fiery roar in his head. Feston thinks he is good at controlling emotions, but he will always be teased by this killer , no one has ever made him lose control like this, except this Feng Zhannuo.

Aroused by his groans, Feston pushed back his buttocks with one hand, his bloodshot gray eyes seemed to be on fire. He is different.

Feng Zhannuo's eyes, which are used to aim at the target, are now fixed on Fieston's face, and his breathing is sometimes quick and sometimes slowed down with the opponent's movements. Fieston is trying to prolong their body communication. This kind of chaotic, I can't tell what kind of fiery passion it means...

The eyes that looked at each other were occupied by desire, and they released each other at an appropriate time, and both sighed in satisfaction.

"Stop trying to threaten me, no matter what you do, I will never let you go."

Feng Zhannuo was enjoying the aftertaste, when the sudden words made him raise his eyes to meet Fieston's deep eyes, "Don't try to escape this time, ghost—"

Feston is holding the silver chain in his hand, and it is the best portrayal of their relationship at the moment, no matter what, don't try to escape.

This man is like a falcon that is good at preying. He sees the target and never lets go. The previous cognition came back to his mind. Feng Zhannuo wanted to laugh, but in the end he just twitched the corner of his mouth.

"There must be something abnormal about you." When exactly did it evolve into what it is now, I can hardly remember, took a deep look at Feston, and he sat down on the floor leaning against the wall, "Is there any smoke? "

Feston handed him one, "Don't jump to conclusions so quickly."

"Then you tell me which FBI in its right mind would harbor a killer at home?" Maybe that's why Feston is different?

"Keep you here, the world will be more peaceful." Feston's words were like a joke, and he didn't believe it himself.

Surrounded by faint smoke, Feng Zhannuo sat on the floor with the traces left just now, the smell of love has not dissipated, the bathrobe is loose, and the hair is damp and messy, "We all know that this relationship is very important to you. There's nothing good for us, it's time to end."

"But it's hard." Fieston also smoked a cigarette, and the flames illuminated his eyes. His sharp eagle eyes could hardly see the look inside in the smog. He looked down at the people under his feet, "What do you want to do?" Nothing happened, you shouldn't have appeared in front of me in the first place, it's too late to say anything now."

"Hey, it's not my fault." It was just a coincidence, who would have thought that it would develop to this day, no matter how they pretended nothing happened, they could not erase this fact, "You and me, the federal police and the killer..."

He couldn't deny the spark between them, the cigarette in his mouth burned to the end, he bit the small half of the cigarette butt and lowered his eyes, the pronoun of death, the ghost feared by many people, once again felt a deep crisis.

"No one knows how it will end." Leaning against the wall thoughtfully, Feston exhaled his last puff of smoke.

In this way, Feng Zhannuo had to compromise. He was locked, and there was no other way but to compromise. The other end of the chain was on a door, which was only a few feet thick. All kinds of firearms, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a small ammunition depot.

"Possession of firearms, you have one more charge." It turns out that Feston has never been a qualified law-abiding FBI. Feng Zhannuo was sitting on the sofa when he opened the steel door, and now he has changed to the other one. A bathrobe, trousers underneath, and a naked upper body.

At night, the floor-to-ceiling windows are opened, and the evening wind blows in the unique breath of summer through the curtains, and it also messes up Zhan Nuo's half-length short hair. Feston is wiping his gun inside the door. From his eyes, he is in harmony with the wind. Zhan Nuo also has a strong preference for firearms, "They are all registered and completely legal."

Kacha, the sound of the guns sparked a wave of heat, which spread from the limbs, his sky blue eyes fixed on those guns, Feston raised his eyes, "Don't even think about it, unless I'm crazy You touch them."

Letting a killer get a gun is tantamount to letting Death hold his scythe. Feng Zhannuo snorted and didn't refute, "I just miss my little babies. You know, I can't live without them for a day."

Scratching his messy hair, he leaned lazily on the sofa, like a giant cat, and continued to watch Feston wipe his gun, "Now I don't need it anymore, I can only watch you here My little one...hey, when is dinner?"

Shifting from the topic of guns to dinner, Feston stopped, "Are you hungry?"

"Of course." He nodded.

Feston put down his gun and walked towards him, raising his eyebrows, "Didn't you want to take the opportunity to drive me away, to get the gun from here and break the chain?"

A terrible opponent is that he fully understands your thoughts. He walked to the sofa, Feng Zhannuo shrugged with a smile, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and replied nonchalantly, "You still owe me a dinner."

Whether it was an intentional reminder or blurted out accidentally, Feston could not be sure. He looked at the killer chained up by him for a long time, and Feng Zhannuo looked at him the same way, and then both of them turned their gazes to the Dining table in the kitchen.

"I didn't expect your craftsmanship to be good." Feng Zhannuo praised him sincerely, remembering the mood of that day, as well as those scents.

"It's not too late to praise after tasting, wait." Regardless of whether he intends to change the subject, Feston intends to start preparing dinner, and before turning around to go to the kitchen, he lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead, just like the reappearance of that night.

If it wasn't for the chain on his wrist, Feng Zhannuo would have had the illusion that the relationship between him and Fieston was that of cohabitants rather than rivals, and he held his arms full of interest. He looked at his back and continued to lie comfortably on the sofa waiting for his dinner.

There was a slight collision between plates and saucers, wine glasses, tableware, tablecloths, for some unknown purpose, what Fieston took out of the refrigerator was steak, when Feng Zhannuo found out this, the aroma of butter had already spread in the pot open.

"Hopefully this will make up for our regrets that time."