I warmed his cold blood

Herron just looked at him like this for a while, stretched out his arms to wrap him in his arms, and pressed his head to his neck.

The two hugged each other and turned around, and they became lying on their sides hugging each other, with their chests tightly pressed together.The back of Lucas' neck rested on Heron's arm, and his hot breath surrounded his neck.

He inhaled the cardamom fragrance from Helun's clothes, and the aroma penetrated into the tip of his nose and lingered in his lungs, as if Helun had become a part of his body.His heart twitched, and his strong arms tightened around him.

Herron's chin rested on the top of the blonde hair.He subconsciously touched Lucas's toned arm, and the palm he stroked was as ups and downs as if he had turned over the peak of the valley.

He felt a hideous bump on his forearm.

His heart tightened, he raised Lucas' forearm, and saw the "D" brand.

Helen suddenly remembered that when Lucas went undercover at Brutus's house, he burned a family seal that did not belong to him on his arm.

"Your expression tells me that you seem to be very dissatisfied with it?" Lucas raised his head slightly and said with a smile.

"I have to say, this thing is really an eyesore!" Heron dissatisfied, "It really stains you, even though it was branded because of me!"

Lucas chuckled and hugged him tightly.

Herron twisted anxiously, "I'm not used to this, Lucas. I want you to hold me."

So the two switched positions.

Herron put her head on Lucas's arm, wrapped around his waist, and buried her face in his warm chest.He quietly curled up in Lucas' arms, satisfied and serene, as if a baby was sheltered in the arms of its mother, and even the always eager soul was honestly placed in the body, without any signs of impatience.

He unbuttoned Lucas's leather armor, stretched his hand to the family seal and stroked it, "Lucas, your figure is really sexy. I like you, and I also like your strong figure like Mars, the god of war."

He raises his index finger viciously, sliding from Lucas' pecs to abs, causing a vigilant tension wherever he goes.Lucas was immediately aroused by him; it was as if his finger was a powerful mountain fire, swooping down from a high place, capable of sweeping away all peace and tranquility, and arousing the heat of the sky.

He withdrew his hand, moved his body up, stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked Lucas's lips, and said with a smile: "Come take a bath with me, Lucas. Your skin is full of sweat, it's really dirty Thorough!"

Lucas felt his head tighten.

……

The sound of water was rushing, and a jet of water spit out from the snake-shaped bronze statue.The candles were lit, and the yellow candlelight mixed with the steaming heat filled the entire bathroom.Heron narrowed his eyes lazily, and slowly took off his cloak.He lit the incense, and the purple smoke from the copper furnace coiled around his fingers.

Opposite him stood a stiff Lucas.

With a smirk, Helen folded his hands beside the smoker, picked up a cloud of purple smoke, and slowly opened it to his mouth.The thick smoke of the incense is like a pile of swirling purple clouds, wandering on the palm.

He was wearing a loose white shirt, with bare white legs and feet, and dark hair that reached to his shoulder blades. Only a plate of purple smoke swimming was the only beauty in his whole body.Even when he is smirking, he still has the innocence of a child, very much like a little devil who does not eat fireworks in the world, and has a natural evil.

He blew the smoke gently towards Lucas.

Impressed by him, Lucas stepped forward, watching him through the fleeting puff of smoke.

Heron crossed his arms and pinched the hem of the shirt, slowly lifting it up.He knew Lucas was watching, so he moved slowly on purpose.The yellowed candlelight gradually clings to his bare skin, as does Lucas' gaze.

His skin is as silky as tight silk, his waistline is as soft as water, and the two points on his chest are illuminated by candles, leaving two charming shadows; Adam's apple roll.

He showed his whole body, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, shedding the clothes that covered his beauty.

Lucas looked from bottom to top, fixed on his eyes.

"What do you think of being here?" Helen smiled with ulterior motives, the corners of his mouth curled up a bit evilly, as if he had ulterior motives.He stretched out his feet, stroked the water surface of the bath, and picked up a string of water droplets.

Lucas' face became more and more serious, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.He involuntarily leaned forward, stretched out his arms around his waist, and pulled him into his arms suddenly, their lower abdomens collided.

"I feel very good." He said hoarsely.

Helen pushed him away with a smile, got out of the bathtub first, and poured some hot water on her hair.When the long hair was sticking wetly to the side of his face, and the skin was glowing with ambiguous warmth, he turned around and stared at Lucas as he slowly backed away. Finally, he put his back against the wall of the bathtub and sat on it with his arms propped up. the bank of the pool.

He reached out to Lucas and hooked his fingers.

Lucas's soul followed his twitching fingertips, and was immediately taken away by him.With stiff steps, he got into the water and walked to Heron's side, causing a turbulent current like a boat crossing the sea.

Helen put a calf on his shoulder, moved it lightly, and rubbed against his side face.Lucas raised his hand to hold his ankle, tilted his face and kissed, all the way from the calf to the instep.

The family seal on his forearm dangled in front of his eyes, piercing into the bottom of his heart like a nail, making Helen feel uncomfortable like weeds growing in his heart.This discomfort washes through every part of the body along the blood vessels, and finally lands on the bed, penetrates the real flesh, and is nailed into the invisible soul.

Herron frowned, raised her other foot to put on Lucas's shoulder, bent her knees, put her calf around his neck, and hooked him to her own legs.Finally, he lowered his calf, and his legs hung on his shoulders like this.

He grabs Lucas' arm, rubbing his thumb over the burn.His possessive desire is very strong, as strong as a pot of boiling hot oil, not even a drop of water that can be regarded as an impurity can be contained.

"Lucas...I..." he muttered, breathing faster with anger.

His shoulders began to tremble, his lips trembled, and his eyes were locked tightly at the burn.Unconsciously, his nails became harder and harder, digging deep into Lucas' flesh.He felt unnecessary jealousy, and his longing for Lucas made him dizzy for a moment, as if lightning flashed and thundered in his mind, and his limbs seemed to be poured with cement.He knew the origin of this family seal, but he couldn't restrain his malice towards it; he couldn't allow Lucas to have someone else's mark on him, it would make him feel awkward.

Lucas stared at him for a moment, aware of his jealousy.He put his legs down, sat on the shore, and took the knife from the table beside him.

Helen realized what he was going to do, and before he could stop him, Lucas cut off the whole piece of flesh that was going to be branded with the family seal without any hesitation.

Viscous blood flowed down, tumbling on the shore, staining the bathing pool red.Warm blood gushed vigorously from his strong muscles, and at this moment Heron was in a trance, dizzy.

"Is there any cloth?" Lucas pinched his arm and forced a smile, "I may need to stop the bleeding..."

"Lucas! Oh! You self-assertive bastard...I'm going to kill you..." Helen exclaimed, frantically finding the shirt he had just taken off, and wrapping it around him tremblingly.As he pestered and scolded, his face turned pale with anxiety, and he couldn't speak clearly.

There was a lot of blood, and Helen's body was stained with blood red.

He hastily put on his cloak, and came out of the bathroom to order the slave to call for the doctor.He walked in again and saw Lucas bandaging the wound by himself.

Lucas is skilled and seems to be very experienced.His back was slightly undulating, and there was cold sweat on his face, and his eyebrows were slightly raised.Other than that, there is nothing unusual, even the expression is always calm, and the movement to stop the bleeding is also unhurried and very methodical.

He is like a hard conch, hiding all the fragility and pain under the firm appearance; or the meat in the shell has already escaped, he does not have the so-called fragile tender core at all, from the beginning to the end he is It is hard and seems to be invulnerable. Even if it is pierced by a sword and broken, it will not cause pain.

Herron stared at him, sighed, and sat next to him with red eye circles, "Lucas...you bastard! Sometimes I really hate you..."

Lucas clenched his arms, turned his head, and smiled at him, "You look like you're about to cry..."

Seeing his smiling face, Herren suddenly felt sad.

His heart became sensitive and affectionate, as if Lucas' love stirred up all the emotions hidden deep in his heart, not just his ability in love, but all the emotions in life.Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, all are easier to emerge than in the past.Substantially, Lucas has had an immeasurable influence on him.He is obviously much more emotional than before, just a forced smile can make his heart ache.

"Why did you do this?!" Herron asked tremblingly, "I didn't give any orders!"

Lucas gave a thumbs up, pointed to his heart, and grinned, "Because your surname is here!"

His voice came through, broke into the eardrums, and ran amuck in Heron's blood.Helen could hear his overtones, and suddenly thought that he had said a lot of words that were true but actually implied deep meaning.

He wrapped his arms around his neck and hugged him, wrapping his arms around his back.Even though Lucas was injured, he was still calm. In contrast, Heron was more excited.

"You idiot... Lucas..." Herron put her head on his shoulder and said sadly.

"Am I doing something wrong?" Lucas asked softly, patting him on the back to reassure him.

"You did the right thing...but you did it too early..." Herron muttered, "You won't cut it later...I've got everything ready..."

Lucas just smiled and didn't say much.

At this time, the slave's voice sounded outside the cotton curtain, "Master, someone sent you a letter just now."

Herron pushed Lucas away, coughed and said, "Bring it here."

The slave came in and handed him the letter.Heron unfolded the papyrus and looked at the candlelight.

His expression gradually became serious, his eyes slowly opened wide, his back straightened as if he had been enchanted, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.The originally relaxed expression had disappeared, as if a vigilant mask had been put on.

"What's wrong?" Lucas asked.

"It's that perverted Brutus..." Helen handed him the papyrus and said in a deep voice, "Seneca is actually in his hands..."