Sayaro picked him up and put him on the bed, and pulled a piece of paper to clean up his messy lower body. He wiped meticulously, his calloused fingers brushed across the cracks of his legs and buttocks, not letting go of every corner, and even looking down to check the part he had inserted.

Strands of hair swept against the skin of his buttocks, and Helo withdrew his legs like an electric shock, as if it was another person who had seduced the other person in a moment of anger, and Sayaro firmly grasped his ankles, wrapped in a blanket, and carried him into the bathroom and placed on the sink.

Sayero took off the shower, rolled up his sleeves with his back to him to adjust the water temperature, his back muscles full of strength were revealed in the sweat-soaked suit shirt, and every line on the wild and mysterious tattoo exuded an unfading sexiness, but his actions were as plain and meticulous as the husband of an ordinary family.

Husband – what if he really was his husband?

Helo stared at him in the mist, but hurriedly looked away when Sayero turned around.

"Look at what? Not enough? Little pervert. Sayero stood in front of him, playfully pinched his earlobe, raised his arm and lifted the shower, the water flowing down the motion, rolling over his toned chest.

Then he grabbed his hand and stroked his rocky muscles inch by inch. The touch of the palm was too shocking, Helo instinctively shrank back, his back pressed against the mirror, the shoulder line and the collarbone were stretched into a tight line, his chest rose and fell sharply, and he stretched out his five fingers to brush the powerful furrow on his chest and abdomen, as if touching some miracle, and even impulsively wanted to lean up and kiss and lick it.

He had no way of knowing what time had left on this man.

He knew almost nothing about what Sayaro had experienced before he was born, except for the information that he had unearthed himself, composed of a cold number of jù. It's not enough.

Far from enough.

I want to become someone who has existed in his life in the past, and I want to be deeply rooted in it.

Sayaro lifted the shower above his head and inserted his fingers into his hair: "In the future, you can touch and see as much as you want, without my permission, this is your prerogative, you know?" ”

As if going back in time, Helo nodded in a trance, and then subconsciously blurted out: "I know... Master. ”

"What's the call?" Sayaro scolded him in a low voice, but his fingertips couldn't help but slide onto the metal ring around his neck, and a sickly foot burrowed into his veins, swelling.

Even without this, he was firmly bound by him, and his whole heart was filled with him.

The thought prompted Sayaro to grab the back of Helo's neck and force him to tilt his head, and he lowered his head and pecked the ring around his neck, the tip of his tongue swimming through the slit, causing Helo to let out a sensational moan. I want to have sex with his Creator, to die or not, and not to be separated for a second.

He closed his eyes in drowsiness, wrapped his arms around Sayaro's back, his legs wrapped around his thin waist and tightened, his slender fingers digging into his clothes like tree roots in the water.

With a muffled snort, Sayaro lifted him up and poked the shower down his back.

The warm water flowed into the slits, the gentle invasion of the neck was suffocating, and the body that had just been ravaged by the rain and dew immediately reacted sensitively, Helo held on to the edge of the sink, leaned to the side, and was picked up and carried into the bathtub by Sayero, the person was lying on the wall of the bathtub, but the waist and hips were strangled by the other party's hand.

The shower was aimed at the back of the hole, and the water flowed backwards from the base of the leg to the lower abdomen, as if holding and peeing. This position made him extremely ashamed, and he struggled to dodge, but he couldn't twist Sayero's strength, and he was slapped on the ass lightly.

"Don't move... It's swollen and needs to be washed. ”

The man's child-like tone made him want to find a crack in the ground to drill, but he could only lie on the edge of the bathtub weakly, aggrieved and embarrassed, and suddenly burst into tears.

"I hate you to death...... Shayero, you're just pretending that I like you..."Hearing his own tone like a bullied child, Helo immediately gagged his fist.

A hand pulled his hand away, his body was carried over, he stubbornly writhed and refused to give in, **'s body was like a slippery fish, dragging Sayero into the bathtub together, his head hit the faucet, and fell into the other party's big palm and gently rubbed it.

"Just like?" Sajaro leaned down and asked softly and viciously.

"You know everything," he muttered, tilting his head and his eyes wide open, "knowing how much I love you..."

The moment he choked up and overflowed his throat, he vaguely remembered this confession that he seemed to have said a long time ago, but at that time Sayaro was even more out of reach than now.

He chased desperately for so many years, and finally waited for Sayaro to look down at him, but it still felt so unreal, like an illusion that would dissipate at the touch of it.

I don't know if it's the pain or the soothing that broke the fragile nerve, those negative feelings that are about to rot in the bottom of my heart suddenly gushed out uncontrollably. He lay on his back at the bottom of the bathtub, curled up under his sweetheart, his lips twitched a few times, and he couldn't hold back his tears.

He cried without restraint at all, and his mouth let out that little beast-like whimper, wiping the tears from his face indiscriminately, completely ignoring his image.

Sayaro was stunned, helpless for the first time against the boy he had raised.

He subconsciously reached out to wipe his tears for him, but the more he wiped Helo, the more he cried, and the tears rolled down like beads of broken threads on his fingertips, burning to the heart's content.

"You just rely on me to love you... Woo... You can throw me around, rub me flat and round, throw me aside at every turn, I'm not a kitten or a puppy, just wait for you to feed me some food! ”

Sayaro stared at him distractedly and took him into his arms. It seemed that for the first time, this stubborn and perverse boy did not hide the slightest thing in front of him, and cried as unscrupulously as a child.

"I wish I wasn't a Kron, I even wished I was Ai Ling, and I could die with your remembrance, so that you could remember me for the rest of your life, and there would be no room for anyone else in your eyes..."

Helo cried so much that he couldn't choose what he wanted, and poured out all the things he wanted to say.

"Until the end of the world, you only love me, and you only want me..."

Shayero stroked his thin and trembling back, and thought to himself: With the temper of a boy, how could he love him so desperately? How could this make him feel comfortable letting him leave him, even for a second?

He leaned into his ear, his fingers dotingly brushing his ** silver hair behind his head, so that his lips could kiss his earlobe without gaps.

"You're unique to me, stupid boy." Sayaro whispered his name, grabbed his hand and placed it on his heart, passing the steady and rapid heartbeat through the palm of his hand.

"Your wish has been granted here a long time ago."

After waiting for a while, Sayero didn't get any reaction except for the sound of even breathing, thinking that Helo was still angry, he lowered his head and looked at it, and couldn't help laughing.

After a night of tossing, this kid actually fell asleep in his arms after crying, and perfectly missed his affectionate confession that had been brewing for a long time.

"He also said that he was not a child, and he was exactly the same as when he was a child." Sayero scraped the tip of his red nose with his hand, ran his fingertips over his pursed lips, leaned down and kissed the sleeping beauty in his arms.

Because of this magical kiss, Helo's whole body relaxed, and he lay limply in Sayero's arms, his head still unconsciously rubbing his chest, but a pair of slender legs held his waist.

- But from the point of view of the seductive Cheng dù alone, this kid is indeed not a child.

Sayaro frowned, picked up the young man hanging like a koala with difficulty, got up from the bathtub, put him back on the bed, and wiped his body like he had done when he was a child. Helo fell asleep soundly on his lap, tears still lingering in the corners of his eyes, his eyebrows frowned, and his eyes rolled under his eyelids, as if a huge beast was approaching in his sleep, making him feel uneasy.

What are you dreaming about?

Is it related to yourself? How could he make him so scared?

He stopped to dry the hair of the man in his arms and brushed his trembling eyelashes, just as he suddenly noticed the time on his watch.

There was only one hour left before he returned to the CIA.