Love Killer

"Don't you ask the owner first before throwing things?" Feng Zhannuo leaned against the door and raised his eyebrows.

"I didn't know you still had a hobby of wearing women's clothes, they will never be yours." Feston approached him, the clothes were of course not Feng Zhannuo's, and it would be no pity to throw them away, "Don't tell me you are more I like women."

He came to the door and looked at him with that deep frown that seemed to say something terrible would happen if he dared to answer yes.

Feng Zhannuo answered honestly: "It doesn't make any difference to me whether it's a man or a woman."

"No difference?" Feston seemed very dissatisfied with his answer, "Then if I and another woman are in front of you at the same time, it doesn't make any difference to you?"

He was just criticizing, Feng Zhannuo didn't expect Feston to be so "unreasonable", "But you are you, different from other people."

He had to admit, it was a big difference.

"Say it again?" Feston's breath suddenly approached, as if he had said something outrageous, and his sharp eagle eyes were fixed on him.

"You are different from anyone else." After he finished speaking, someone suddenly grabbed his waist, and the sudden collision of his chest was like a gun that went off, sparks shot up all of a sudden, and Feston's hand reached into his cotton. In the vest, "Continue."

He pulled him, and the two of them fell on the bed. He could feel a certain change under the towel on Feston's waist, "Hey, aren't you tired at all..."

"I find that I'm always energetic when I'm with you." And Feston also found himself unable to resist the urge, "You always make me lose my cool."

The people who suddenly pressed up made the mattress sag, and Feng Zhannuo could feel the meaning of his words. If Feston was calm and calm in front of his men, it would be easier to face him. Much out of control.

It's not a bad feeling.

He pulled up his vest and pulled off his loose trousers, together with his underwear, "Is it okay?" Feston asked him, leaning on his shoulder.

"I should ask you this question, are you alright?" Feng Zhannuo raised his hand, and touched the gauze with his embracing arms. There was no big reaction to his provocation, "I found out when I knew you, you always refuse to admit defeat."

He seems to know him already, "We are each other."

"How many women have slept on this bed?" Unexpectedly, Fieston still cared about such things, he couldn't help laughing, "I have to think about this—"

With a pain in his chest, he took a breath, "Want to fight?"

"Don't challenge my patience, answer well." The teeth let go of the protrusion on his chest, his collarbone was under Feston's palm, and Ya's body above cast a shadow, like a severe interrogation.

Being pressed on his shoulders, Feston's weight completely suppressed him, and he was too lazy to move, "Women are sometimes spices, but I have never brought them home. Don't think my life is so rotten." Don't be annoyed by this misunderstanding.

"You are very cautious, I know." It is a luxury to force a man to restrain his body desires, not to mention that Feston himself once had Will, he slowly stroked his body, and it was obvious that he was very restrained, this time he didn't want to Too impatient.

"What do you do when you're alone at home?" With the slow and slow caress, Feng Zhannuo wondered if it was Feston's intention, and forced a fire not to burn, the torment was worse than anything else.

"Wipe my gun... Do some exercise..." It was not easy to speak when his lips were kissed, and when he answered, Feston lost his patience, and the movements of touching and kissing suddenly became violent.

"It's boring and lonely, and I won't be there in the future." He actually said that, as if he knew the feeling very well, and he was sure that the relationship between them would remain like this in the future, and the hot kiss burned the inner thigh , Feng Zhannuo didn't have time to continue the conversation with him, the lust between them always rose very quickly, like gunpowder that exploded at the slightest touch, and couldn't stand the teasing of a single flame.

He was lying on his own bed, with Feston on his body, their breaths were quick and hot, their spirits tightened again after relaxation, and together with their bodies, they burned and boiled to vent, each time was vivid, and each time they felt that the next time would not It's better, but there's always a next time.

He didn't care about the seat he used for a long time. This is the consensus between Feston and him. No matter who is on top this time, he will always be asked back next time. When it's dangerous, it's the same in bed.

Whenever Feston gets emotional, his eyes will become extremely hot, and this is the case now, the fiery eyes seem to burn him all over the body. He raised his head and moaned, and he felt Feston bit him. Throat.

The sweaty skin in his mouth exudes a dry smell after bathing. The coldness of death and the blood under the gunpowder smoke inadvertently reveal the essence of danger, but this will only make people want to indulge in it even more. Instead of sucking kisses, he swallowed the gasp in his throat, "Remember, you are not alone now."

The rhythm of the entanglement of limbs was too violent, he stroked Feng Zhannuo's hair, but this action could be called gentle, and the blazing eyes that stared at him seemed to penetrate his soul.

Not alone, not alone now... He kept repeating this sentence in a blank mind, and then Feng Zhannuo slowly realized what Feston meant, that he was not alone now.

"...Your consolation seems to be a bit late." He panted and responded, his whole body was burning hot. Feston's arm was firmly grasped, and he suddenly increased the intensity of the attack, "You don't know what to do..."

His punitive attack made Feng Zhannuo's body tense, and Fieston held his hands, this time with a strong kiss.

The passionate kiss triggered another frenzy, Feston's low growl stimulated Feng Zhannuo, and his excitement also infected him, the already tired body aroused a strong reaction, just like their long-standing relationship, during the confrontation Compromise, continue to fight in the compromise, and then burn, thoroughly.

He wanted to ask where Feiston's sanity had gone, but the answer might have been in him. From the very beginning, they were in the wrong position and lost their own restraint for each other.

The already messy bed made it even worse in this fierce battle. Compared with the outside, his bedroom was indeed a bit messy. When he broke free from Feston's arms, he almost couldn't find the cup beside the bed. Got knocked over.

Very thirsty, he lay on the bed, "Pour me some water."

"I remember that this is your home, and it should be your duty to entertain guests." Even though Feston said so, he got out of bed, and heard Feng Zhannuo's lazy answer on the bed, "I didn't think you were guest."

Fieston turned his head, the person on the bed was only covered by a sheet, but the thin white sheet would only show how attractive the body underneath was. He walked to the edge of the bed, lowered his head, took a deep look, and suddenly kissed he.

Feng Zhannuo did not resist the sudden kiss at all, until Feston let him go, the bottle touched his forehead, and handed it to him. When he had had enough, Feston took it back and drank the rest .

Feng Zhannuo wiped the water stains from his mouth, and leaned lazily on the bed, "It feels good to have someone serving me."

"If you want me to wash and dress you, you can tell me, I'm happy to serve you." Glancing at him again, Fiston walked away, and he went to take a shower, and what Feng Zhannuo saw was his back, The red coal's solid thigh muscles and straight back.

Feston's figure is different from those deliberately exercised. Compared with him, those who love to show their muscles are like useless decorations, but he is more like some kind of large-scale machinery, which has never been used to Watching, every muscle contains energy, exuding a courage that can explode at any time.

Feston rarely talked about his past, except to mention his mother. He once said that as long as he wanted to know, he could ask at any time, and he would tell him everything, but now Feng Zhannuo is not sure if he wants to open this Mouth, are they ready to maintain this relationship?Stable, even permanent?

While he was thinking wildly, Fieston had come out of the shower again, his body was still dripping, and the gauze was also wet. It seemed that the medicine needed to be reapplied. He was wearing a bath towel, and his sharp and profound facial features became more and more wet due to the wetness. eye-catching.

Going straight to Feng Zhannuo's closet, unceremoniously flipped through his closet, found out the clothes he was going to wear, and sorted out the other clothes he had randomly stuffed in.

Just as Feng Zhannuo was about to speak, a slight sound of footsteps in the living room made him shut up suddenly, and he took out the gun from the bedside.

His physical exertion was too much, it was a little intense just now, Feston knew that he is not suitable for fighting with people now, shook his head, and gestured to him, asking Feng Zhannuo to wait in the room, he slowly opened the door .

The gun that suddenly protruded from the crack of the door was aimed at Feston's eyebrows, "Why are you here? Where are the Ian people?!" The other party's voice was a little nervous.

"Bob?" Feng Zhannuo recognized who it was, and the person outside pushed the door open at once. When he was moving, Fieston quickly raised his hand, twisted and pressed, and removed the gun from the gun. Magazines, before Old Bob could react, there was only an empty gun left in his hand, and at this moment he saw Feng Zhannuo on the bed, and he also saw clearly that the man in front of him was only wearing a towel.

The bedroom was filled with the smell of steam and masculinity, and the messiness of the bed made the whole state clear at a glance.

After the shock, Bob calmed down, the situation in front of him was too clear, the relationship between the two people, "You still didn't listen to me, Ian, but I'm not surprised at all." He had a wrinkled face showing a complicated expression.