Hearing these gentle words of affection in his ear, Perslin's back arched more sensitively. An irrational intuition that is difficult to explain tells him that the person behind him, who seems to be amorous and indulgent, is far more unpredictable than he wants to present. Always in the seemingly casual moment, Wizho can poke a few words into his long-sealed forbidden area.

Such an exceedance is really a great threat to the grim mental defense that he has cultivated over the years! However, he couldn't help but admit to himself: such a danger is itself an irresistible drug.

Wizho's fingers resemble a group of performers walking a tightrope on tongues of fire, graceful and difficult to master. Starting at the first joint of the dorsal spine, the strong fingers are staggered and glide all the way to the caudal vertebrae at the bottom. Perslin wanted to stop him, but he also wanted to be stripped of his city and his place without any scruples...

Just when he almost forgot everything, the microcomputer system in the room began to work! The set lights and music are like a waterfall splashing in front of him, evoking his precarious spirit.

"Oh no, it's already morning! There's a class to start with the first class today—"

He tried to roll over and get up in a hurry. However, the arm behind his back was still unfinished, holding him firmly.

"Oh, you suddenly get up like this, you really lack bed etiquette!"

Wizho leaped to his feet with agility. Just before he had time to react, he confronted him head-on and straddled him.

It's so rude that it's hard to resist! Since the other party had calmly shown such an unpretentious invitation, Perslin didn't know whether to push him away, or simply not shy away from it, piercing the eyes with his eyes, and letting the subcutaneous nerves break through the will to replace the will.

Even in such moments when the mind should be in turmoil, the mind that seems to be the embers of a volcano never stops. There is always no choice, and every second before the senses are fully received, all the systems automatically shut down, time freezes temporarily, and the rusty smell of ancient blood permeates every taste bud of the tongue. There was no way to resist it, and the dream, which was more dilapidated and dreamy than the ammonite ruins, shook to the bottom of the mouth in an uproar.

Too powerless, but instead paralyzed him beautifully by the other party's gaze. Absent-mindedness to the point of impeccable perfection has created a dazed concentration.

"I don't know if it's because I'm talented or whatever, I just like this kind of person. It's a terrible habit, no better than the raw Persian cat's covetousness of dried bonito, a specialty of Usoxing. ”

Wizho stroked Perslin's lashes thoughtfully, enjoying the dense and intermittent flutter.

- Even people like you, even at the peak of selflessness, don't stop betting on themselves. The partner next to you seems to be deep in your body, but it is like a citrine tens of millions of light years away, and you can never reach the part you lost in that moment. You analyze everything, but you can't escape or unravel. In it, you can't escape yourself, and I see in your incomparably focused self a part of myself that I can't get back...

As Wizholmer contemplated these situations that had both intoxicated and slightly aggrieved him, with a heinous and strange tacit understanding, Boslin quietly continued his tail: "There is no antidote to this vice. The moment you were born, the spell of liberation was lost at the other end of the tunnel. ”

Wizho's eyes brushed into a sudden purple light. I don't know if it was the pleasure of hitting the bull's-eye or the result of excessive sadness, he groped his lips for the sensitive zone behind Perslin's ear, and as the words flowed, the electricity under the epithelia was transmitted.

"That's why I can't let go of my father, right? And it would be too bad to find that lost part and fill up what you lacked. ”

"Well, why do you say that?"

Perslin's heartstrings shook, and a secret box that had been sealed for a long time was knocked to the ground, dust flying in confusion.

"Once the last piece of the puzzle is embedded, the irreplaceable lack is eliminated. In this way, I and what I am looking for will come to naught in the moment of extreme satisfaction. ”

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The doorbell rang for the all-sensing system, tearing Wizho's sanity out of the embrace of the Angel's Fang. With a lazy but brisk rhythm, he flicked the remote control beside him. The photon peacock screen immediately dutifully reproduces a stereoscopic laser image.

"Excuse me, is Professor Rhaegar here?"

The tone is like a scalded guard uniform, rigorous and complete, without any personal emotions leaking. However, Wizho is an expert analyst of emotions and desires. It can be seen that although this uneasy visitor is good enough, he is not sophisticated enough, and it is difficult to cover his stubborn face like a layer of mist and light like a knife of hostility and vigilance.

"Please come in. Perslin is just out of town, but if you're not in a hurry, just kill a cup of tea or so, and he'll be back in a minute. ”

- God help me! Just when he was bored and panicked, this difficult little tiger sent himself to the door.

He brushed away the lingering lingering taste of the drug from the corners of his mouth, letting the sweet and tender aroma of wild berries eat through his palate. The effect of the medicine is like a cat's claw in a no-man's land, properly developing his aggressive heart that is already waiting for an opportunity.

"I believe that to address you by the name you have submitted to the immigration authorities would be to underestimate your true identity – a guest from Keerxing."

As soon as the boy stepped into the living room, he threw down the carefully refined sword of the lips. Well, what a narrowly missed greeting gift. Wizho found himself tempting himself to brush his index finger against his lower lip, a small gesture that only occurs when his heart is itching.

"What a wonderful greeting... I believe that the Governor of this planet is quite satisfied to have such an excellent brother as you."

As soon as he heard this soft and boneless "Mianli knife", the child who looked like a thin flower frowned fiercely at the center of his eyebrows. It's just that when his lips opened, he bit down hard with his sharp and tiny teeth.

He really admired it. Such self-control, such strict cultivation and discipline! Not only is this kid a tough opponent, he's a superconductor rope with a million voltages soaked in honey.

You can't be too rude and lazy to entertain guests of this level.

Wizho set the tea set up. In the blink of an eye, he silently approached the young man's back and touched the gravity de-gravity magnetic float that looked like a slender backpack.