The day to become the final boss

"I thought the honorable Mr. Moores had his own territory?" Snape pulled out a distorted smirk, lowered his voice and said slowly.

"Of course I have my own territory," Wan Mo wiped his lips lightly, "but you have already visited my house during the summer vacation, and I should pay a visit to your house as well."

It's not what I want to go!I didn't invite you either!

"I remember you visited my bedroom." The black eyes looked straight at Mr. Snape.

Is this tactfully blaming him for his faux pas or does it have another cryptic meaning?

Snape looked away uncomfortably, and his mouth was drawn into a line.

He has completely lost his appetite.Putting down his knife and fork, Snape left his seat. "Crack!" Two house elves immediately appeared, and after cleaning the dining table, they disappeared immediately.

"Hey..." Flafi rubbed aggrievedly, it still wanted to eat. ——Of course, as a monster, Flaffi doesn't really need those foods, but simply wants to satisfy his appetite.

"Good~" Ferriges rubbed the baby sea urchin's head full of tender tentacles with his little paws. "Let's go to the kitchen to eat."

Mr. Rex, the previous head of the Prince family, even if he became a portrait, his thin face, dark hair, eyes, deep wrinkles between the brows and a straight back most of the time make him look a bit serious. Harsh.

Of course, we all know that's not the case.

If you observe him carefully, you will find that Mr. Rex's black eyes are completely out of focus in the frame.

Yes, you read that right, he was just in a daze.

Because the cruel reality shattered the fantasy of hell that lasted from childhood until after death, the late head of the Prince family spent a considerable part of these two days in this state of fugue.

At this time, he heard a voice that he had never heard before approaching from far away.

"Severus, won't you show me the Prince Manor?"

The voice is gentle, and it can be heard that it is still in the period of a teenager.

"..."

"I said, Severus, you live here alone, aren't you lonely?"

"..." A person who lives alone in an empty, cold and strange territory has no right to speak of others.

"Or is it better to have one more person to accompany you?"

"Mers!"

The growl of annoyed grandson Severus Snape.

Two young figures appeared at the corner of the corridor.

Rex saw the owner of that gentle voice—it was a little wizard with an oriental face, a little shorter than Severus, he had jet-black hair and eyes, and the delicate, delicate and slender eyes unique to oriental people. The body shape, the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, showing a faint smile.

"Dear Mr. Moores, can't you keep your mouth shut?" Snape's low voice was tinged with sullenness.

God knows, even listening with earplugs in front of Mers doesn't work.

Wan Mo let out a long sigh, "Okay, let me tell you why you deliberately distanced yourself from me?"

Rex immediately pricked up his ears, oh, fortunately, he thought Severus was a serious and withdrawn little guy, and it turned out that at this age, he couldn't get along with the handsome boy.

Of course, as an aristocrat, it's not uncommon for him to develop a friendship with his peers that surpasses that of his peers at this age, but this situation on Severus is a bit unbelievable.

Snape frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but Wan Mo interrupted him.

"Severus, don't tell me things like 'Why is Mr. Meers judging what question I'm avoiding when I'm humble?' or 'We've always been just friends and we should keep a proper polite distance' or something like that. "

Snape "...".

He was just about to say this.

Mr. Snape's face was tense and expressionless, and he didn't want to use anything else to prevaricate Moores for the time being.

Wan Mo took a step forward, his delicate face almost touched Snape's protruding nose, and his jet-black eyes were like the purest crystallization of darkness in the world.Although he has been smiling slightly, at this moment, there is a hint of tyranny flashing in the chillingly beautiful pupils.

Snape couldn't help but took a step back, he really didn't want to let Moers' breath envelope him.

"There is a great difference between us, Myers."

"Of course, I think you already know that.

"But I never knew you...Mers, I saw your ruthlessness the other day in Diagon Alley, under the circumstances. The indifference in your eyes terrifies me!—Damn it, if you just want a The object of teasing should be someone else, no matter it is a monster or something, not a weak wizard or a gloomy and unpleasant Slytherin!"

Snape's hoarse voice was suppressed and growled in a low voice, staring intently into those black eyes, his straight back and raised neck seemed a little stiff.

Rex was amazed by the content of their conversation, that the teenage wizard, who seemed so harmless, seemed to be some kind of non-human being.

Portrait Rex involuntarily looked carefully at the young wizard with an oriental face again.

Maybe his eyes were too unscrupulous, he saw the handsome and slender boy turn his head and give him a short glance.

What kind of eyes are those—blacker than darkness, bottomless silence, just a short glance makes Rex feel as if his soul will be sucked in.

He only felt chills, although it was incredible to feel chills as a portrait, but he felt his own coldness was better than freezing his body.

That kind of naked cold is like being stripped naked and thrown in a snowstorm.

The hanging portrait of Rex is really strangely covered with a layer of dark ice crystals.

Wan Mo withdrew his gaze, smoothed the gentle curve of his mouth, and stared at Snape.

"You think I'm just teasing you?" he asked softly.

That soft voice made Snape feel oppressed.

Snape anxiously wanted to look away from his staring eyes, and wanted to step back a little more, but his body forced himself to stand upright.

"I'm just lonely, Severus."

The black eyes forced himself to meet his gaze, and Snape pressed his lower lip so that it turned white.

"I have been alone for many years, and now I feel lonely - I like to be with you." The white and delicate fingers stroked the cheeks, slowly moved to the corners of the mouth, stroking the blue and white line of the lower lip.The soft lips then covered the blue-white color softly, and Moers was kissing him.

Snape held his breath almost at the same time, and the breath of Mers would make his head clouded.

He bit his lower lip tightly, protesting silently, even though his heartbeat was as violent as a drum, he let the soft lips suck, and the bright red tongue did not let go.

A trace of hostility flashed in Wan Mo's dark pupils, and he narrowed his eyes.

His snow-white teeth suddenly bit Snape's jaw hard.

The young Slytherin reflexively opened his mouth and let out a short suppressed scream.Wan Mo quickly clasped his jaw, preventing him from closing it.

Snape didn't know how to describe how he felt right now.His chin was pinched by Moers' fingers like iron pincers, and the bright red smooth tongue invaded his mouth fiercely, squeezing the walls of the mouth, stirring the body fluid inside, and even trying to penetrate deep into his throat.

Moers is indifferent. He is mysterious and powerful. Even if he sometimes acts a bit strong, he wears a gentle mask. He never knew that he would show such a strong aggressiveness.

The lack of oxygen forced Snape to take a deep breath through his nose, but what he inhaled was the cool and inexplicably pleasant smell all over his body.His gradually blurred senses felt all about Moers, whether it was the breath enveloping him, the sliding tongue that seemed to slow down at some point, or the fingers caressing his body...

The slender and delicate fingers scraped against the skin and along his back, making Snape shudder.

An indescribable numbness, like an electric current running through the whole body, the little Snape below tended to raise his head, but it also made Mr. Snape regain his sobriety.

He shoved Moers almost immediately.

Wan Mo finally stopped his intrusion, he smiled lightly, there was still a silver thread hanging around his bright red lips - of course the other end of the silver thread was still hanging on Snape's lower lip.

Snape stared at him, gasping for breath.

"You think I'm indifferent?" Wan Mo gently kissed away a trace of blood from his own bite on his chin.

"No." Snape tried to calm his breath.

"Oh?"

"You are shameless! Moores" pulled out the paw that was still rubbing against the skin on his waist.

"But I thought your body liked my shamelessness?" Mr. Moores licked off the silver thread hanging from the corner of his mouth, and pressed the bottom of his thigh against the lower body of the young wizard, where the bulge was obvious.

Snape snorted, his face and neck blushing instantly.

He gritted his teeth, feeling ashamed never before for such an honest body reflection.

Yes, he was on guard against Moores, and cautiously wanted to distance himself.But he has long been used to the breath of Mers, and his shameless intrusions in many nights, and even recently, he would get mixed up with him in his dreams because he couldn't stand the gentle entanglement Lingering about something nasty.

this is not right!

"So, now I want to ask again: Severus, is it okay if I want to spend the night with you today?" Completely ignoring Mr. Snape's entanglement, Wan Mo rubbed the sensitive green place with his thigh viciously , There is a tendency not to move away if you don't agree.

Snape gasped, his flushed face turning black.He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a voice: "Very well, Mr. Moores, for your shamelessness, you have obtained a place in the Prince Manor tonight, but it is definitely not my bedroom!"