Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

When Kyogokuhiko woke up again, he felt a dull pain in his body, his head was dizzy, and his eyes were hazy and gray. When the people around him saw him open his eyes, they immediately ran out and called for something. A large group of people, buzzing and making noise in his ears.

The sight is still not well focused, but a few words can be vaguely heard in the ears. He should be in the hospital now, with an oxygen mask on his face and a drip on his hand, although his memory and abilities have fully recovered , but obviously this congenitally weak body did not get better because of this, on the contrary, the burden of an overly strong soul made his body weaker than before.

Simply judging his current physical condition, Kyogokuhiko knows that he has been completely insulated from things like physical education in the past few years.

His sight slowly recovered, he looked around, there was nothing new about the layout of the ward, and the calendar on the wall told him that the one-week vacation he had taken in Yingde had been over for several days, and the people standing in front of the bed were all familiar faces, but……

Diarmuid was not with him.

This realization made Kyogokuhiko a little panicked, and subconsciously wanted to sit up and get out of bed. The hundreds of years of this mechanism have been exhausted, so that now he is not sure if he just had an absurd dream, yes Everything in front of me has no sense of reality.

But soon his panic was calmed down, and a warm and soft invisible existence embraced him, invisible and intangible but with an abnormal sense of presence, relaxing his tense body.

The spirit has become ah...

Clenching his empty hands twice, Kyogokuhiko was thinking of some reason to bring Diarmuid with him in a fair and honest way, instead of just covering up his existence as a spiritual child in the presence of outsiders like now.

"How do you feel now?" The white-haired Kyogoku's family doctor asked with a smile.

"It's okay." Kyogokuhiko responded, and he didn't need to say anything more. The doctor smiled winkingly and filled out the medical records, got up and left, leaving room for a few people in the room.

Ryunosuke Ito rushed over as soon as he received the news. Kyogoku lay in the ward for three days, and he stayed with him non-stop for three days. Kyogoku was so worried but still tried his best to come back in time The chaebol lawyers and public relations blocked all news, declined any visits, and thanked Kyogokuhiko for his habit of hiding behind the scenes. have a great impact.

However, this does not mean that the backlog of affairs will be less. Just listening to recent reports and other things consumes him for almost two hours. Although Kyogokuhiko's soul is very energetic, his body is not very strong. After listening, he only briefly explained some follow-up arrangements, and didn't even have the time to say a few more words with Ito Ryunosuke, so he fell asleep and fell unconscious.

In other words, pretending to be asleep and unconscious.

No one would suspect that a boy who had been rescued for a day and a night before being pulled back from the death line, and who had been in a coma for almost a week was pretending to sleep, so the room was soon empty. Ito Ryunosuke wanted to take a nap and let me know by the way The family who received the news of Kyogokuhiko's injury woke up, the lawyer was anxious to appease the panicked high-level, and the public relations were busy calling the familiar media to prepare a press release, so as not to make any troublesome news.

As for the escort guarding outside the room, a small silence technique combined with illusion can solve the problem. After confirming that it was completely quiet, Kyogokuhiko opened his eyes and said, "Come out."

The golden spirits gathered to reveal the figure of a knight. Diarmuid touched his nose, rolled up the hospital bed for him attentively, squatted in front of his bed and looked at his master repeatedly, his golden eyes were filled with moisture, Like a large dog that was found after being lost for a long time.

If it had a tail, it would probably be shaking like a fan by now.

"Stupid dog." Kyogokuhiko couldn't help but cursed in a low voice, raised his hand with difficulty to rub his soft black hair, his fingertips passed through the slightly curly hair, and the long-lost touch made him squint his eyes in satisfaction.

Diarmuid smiled, got up and gave Kyogokuhiko a hug. The poor-spoken knight couldn't express his excitement and gratitude, so he could only tell Kyogokuhiko how wonderful it was for him to meet again things.

He had already turned into an insignificant lower realm record and fell into an endless sleep, but he was awakened by a familiar voice after an unknown number of years, and the will of the world sent him back to Kyogokuhiko.

He didn't know how much effort he had put in to meet Kyogokuhiko again, but he was willing to use all of his next time to repay Kyogokuhiko for his efforts.

"Today is really passionate." Kyogokuhiko kneaded the back of the knight's neck. His technique was skillful and full of indescribable eroticism. The oxygen mask that cannot be removed and this immature body that has not yet fully developed.

The boy's fingertips carried a scorching temperature different from that of the spirit body, especially when Kyogokuhiko was still a little feverish, the nimble fingers brushing the sensitive back of his neck made Diarmuid, who was looking forward to a touching reunion, a little at a loss and caught off guard He gasped a few times, and raised his eyes to meet Kyogokuhiko's smiling eyes. Although he knew rationally that this shell contained a fully mature soul, but that still immature face and his arms The thin body fully aggravated his sense of guilt, causing him to subconsciously lean back and bump his head against the back of the chair behind him.

Kyogokuhiko coughed and laughed in a low voice. He flicked the place where Diarmuid was hit, gave up his plan to tease him again, and said instead: "Follow me as an escort for the next few days. Bar."

Anyone who appeared next to him had to carefully check their identity and background, but as long as they took some unusual ways to insert a person quietly, it would not be very difficult. A few charms and a phone call could solve the problem.

So that night, Diarmuid, a "newcomer" who had just started working, was appointed by Kyogokuhiko as a personal escort under the envious eyes of a group of "colleagues", replacing Miss Reiko who was originally in this position.

Kyogoku is respectful and insensitive to the woman whose hair is deliberately made into short black curls and who wears a lot of perfume with a little honey aftertaste.

In this new century where age is not a problem, Kyogokuhiko seems to be more popular than before.

Diarmuid tidied Kyogokuhiko's clothes, thinking of Miss Reiko's extremely resentful eyes, he couldn't help laughing.

Kyogokuhiko snorted coldly, and since his hands were still dripping and his legs were weak, he couldn't stand up and walk over to teach some rules to the knights who were far away from him, so he could only ask verbally: "You think it's funny?"

Diarmuid pursed his lips and suppressed his smile, and replied, "Your preferences are quite peculiar."

The sweet-looking Ms. Reiko is really not suitable for the heroic short black hair. As far as the perfume is concerned, the smell of honey is too sweet, and it will inevitably feel a little greasy after smelling it for a long time.

Kyogokuhiko glanced at him. Diarmuid didn't seem to have the awareness that he himself was the culprit of all this. He hung up Kyogokuhiko's clothes with a relaxed expression, poured water and made medicine, and went back and forth. Looks like he's enjoying himself.

"Scrub it a little?" Diarmuid suggested holding up a wet hot towel. Kyogoku shrugged and spread his hands to let Diarmuid unbutton his clothes. On drips, four bags of one liter of salt water let him hang up until now, because of the fever and a layer of sweat on his body, he is naturally uncomfortable.

Under the wide hospital gown is the young man's fragile and green body, with some bumpy scars and bruises in many places, which looks particularly terrifying on the fair skin. Diarmuid carefully put down his strength, lowered his eyebrows and eyes without distraction, Kyogokuhiko, who still wanted to make a joke, was a little disappointed, and tugged at his slightly longer bangs, feeling that his knight was sometimes too upright.

A warm towel brushed his neck and chest. Although Kyogokuhiko was not very ticklish and these places were not sensitive, Diarmuid's expression was so serious that he couldn't help but want to do something. For example, humming lazily, let the voice hover up from the throat, and slowly stay in the mouth for a circle before spitting it out. The boy's tone has a bit of indescribable lust, and Dilumu frowned slightly. silent.

When Kyogoku Hiko's bad taste breaks out, the best way is to respond to all changes with the same.

After wiping his upper body, Diarmuid hurriedly changed him into a new hospital gown to prevent him from catching a cold. Then he took off the pants on Kyogokuhiko's body. Just as he was holding his hands to his ankles, he heard Kyogoku's breath before he wiped it on. Yan smiled lightly and said, "There's one more thing I didn't take off."

Under the cover of the slightly longer top, a touch of indigo color is looming between the crotch.