i am your guide

The dark brown nanmu desk was in a mess, and the neatly stacked books were swept aside.The gauze curtain is half covered, and the sun is more ambiguous in the haze. It illuminates the thin bones of the young man and brushes over the undulating shoulders.

The red book that was originally in the hands of the sentry fell to the ground and got stuck in the soft carpet.The unstoppable panting | mixed with long-extinguished longing, Sith was carried to the table by Keweier, raised his head and kissed him.

Most of the peeled-off clothes were randomly piled on the table, covering the valuable pens and decorations.When the guide came back, he was still wearing the combat uniform of the Xianlong group, but now he only has the cloth around his waist.

The viscous and blended mental power was about to overflow from the room, and the combination heat that was ignited in a second instantly took away all sanity.Sith couldn't remember how he came to Keweier's side, maybe he took the initiative, or maybe Keweier came first.

No matter the details, who cares?

Kevier pecked|kissed the guide's neck, passing every skin of the guide gently and reverently.His slightly closed eyes are like shards of sapphire, long and narrow, deep and beautiful.

The sentinel pressed the guide against the table, pressing down with his lean body, blocking all possible movements of the guide.

The ending sound of Sith moaning is like a cat's meowing in puberty, with more tactful coquettishness and less sharpness.Too many words rushed from the heart to the throat, and were resisted by the tip of the hooked tongue, and swallowed back into the stomach.

Want to say too much, but dare not say.

He was afraid that once he said it, the dream would be shattered.

"Sith, I miss you." Kevill's voice was low and hoarse, wrapped in passion | desire.When he spoke, he deliberately opened his mouth close to Sis' ear, and his fiery breath made the body of the person in his arms softer.

The guide completely lost his bones. He raised his hand and hooked Keweier's neck, as if he didn't understand the confession of the person in front of him.

"Are you the real Kevier?" Sith rubbed his forehead against Keweier's shoulder, opened his moist eyes and murmured softly.

"Would you like to try?" Kevill laughed out loud, he raised his hand and gently rubbed the guide's messy hair, coaxingly.

"Don't try." Sith didn't dare to raise his eyes, he stretched out his finger and poked Kevil's shoulder socket, watching his fingertips turn red like a plum.The wizard is like testing a new toy to see when it will pop.

Still, it is not bad to poke, and it can stay forever.

"Sith, I'm courting you." Kevill felt a little frustrated, he smiled dotingly and held Sith in his arms, with sweet helplessness hidden in his tone: "I'm already married."

I'm already married, can't I fulfill the legal obligation of love with my wife?

"It's fine if you don't want to be married." Sith pursed his lips, with an awe-inspiring look of "I'm so generous, even if you don't want to marry me, I'll accept it".The side of his face was wrapped by Keweier's palm, and the guide had never been so comfortable as now, all anxiety or pain were melted by the temperature of that person's palm.

The guide murmured, and wanted to run away after finishing speaking, but Keweier accidentally grabbed his chin.

The angle of view changed, and the dodging guide was forced to raise his face and raise his gaze, and fell into the eyes of all the sentries who were conscious of it.

"In a little while, the whole family will know..." Kevill slowly untied the clothes around Sith's waist with his other hand, and threw them on the ground casually.

He stared directly at Sith word by word, putting an end to the previous words: "I'm back."

Only then did Sith realize that some danger was coming, because Keweier's fingertips fell on his lower back.

Sure enough, 10 minutes later, the combined heat rippling through the entire mansion was like a big bell, ringing out bursts of loud reminders.All the servants held the utensils in their hands tightly, and their heads were so low that they were about to break their necks——to show respect, and by the way, to cover up the corners of their mouths that were about to rise to the sky.

No one knows that the young master of the Jones family has returned, and no one does not know that the young master and young wife of the Jones family are at a critical juncture of their wedding.

Oh, that's great, I can finally call Sith "Young Madam", thought the servants.

"Hell, did Cavill forget to close the door?"

Nina just came back from the outside. She stepped into the hall on the first floor with a small cowhide handbag, and immediately felt a headache from the strong mental fluctuations of high pressure.The young, beautiful and well-maintained lady glanced upstairs in surprise and muttered.

She stepped on her high-heeled shoes and went upstairs. Before she left, she didn't forget to order: "Turn on the ventilation in the house, and order the kitchen to cook something to eat."

The understanding mother-in-law thought for a while and added: "Let's make some soup."

Combined with the heat, children should not be able to eat greasy things.

When Sith woke up again, he was on the bed-Kevir's bedroom that he blatantly requisitioned some time ago.

The other side of the bed was no longer as cold as it felt after waking up every night, and the Sentinel's muscular body line would form a continuous undulating curve when lying on his side.The person lying next to him was like a small stove, making Sith unconsciously want to lean up.

Kevill didn't sleep deeply, maybe he didn't sleep before Sith woke up, he quickly grabbed Sith's sneaking wrist, and casually put it on his lips for a kiss.

The kitten with fried hair wanted to escape, but was caught by the middle and dragged back.

"Are you hungry?" Kevill's eyes were open, but there was a bit of laziness in them after the fact.He hugged Sith in his arms, and lowered his head to rub the shattered hair on the back of Sith's neck.

"Is there anything to eat?" Seeing that he couldn't struggle, Sith simply stopped resisting.He turned his fingertips back and fiddled with Keweier's arm, as if he was painting a work of art in the post-interstellar era.

"There will be." Kevil said, he put his palm on the guide's lower back, and asked Sith softly, "Does it still hurt?"

Yesterday his kitten seemed to beg for mercy many times, but when Mingming moaned softly, his expression seemed to be enjoying himself.

"It hurts." Sith said in a muffled voice, he really felt that he was about to die.

Kevill didn't speak any more, and rubbed the guide kindly.

They didn't hang out in bed too long because they woke up just in time for breakfast.Sith is thin-skinned, and there was so much commotion yesterday, everyone in the family probably knows that Keweier is back.

"So, how did you come back?" Sith sat on the edge of the bed and put on his shirt. His combat uniform had been stained with something unspeakable, so he could only wash it at home.

And this quilt...

Sith turned his head to look at the big bed that had been ravaged, and sighed faintly.

At that time, the sentinel was straightening his belt, and his strong upper body was exposed to the air. There were some reddish fine lines on his shoulders, which looked like the kind scratched by a cat, messy and full of beauty.

Keweier didn't look back, he looked at Sith through the mirror, and said softly, "It's Brea and Jane."

"Didn't Jane Yi say that he didn't know?" Sith frowned, and before he buttoned his shirt, he was already interested in the topic of Keweier.The long, straight legs dangled beside the bed, catching Keweier's eyes.

"But Brea knows." Kevill subconsciously reached for the jacket he wore yesterday, and after a closer look, he felt that it was not too wrinkled.Looking around the room but not seeing his own clothes, he wondered whose bedroom this was.

"My frugal housekeeper...Guide, where are my clothes?" Kevier only wore a pair of trousers, and the belt buckle made a clicking sound when he walked, like the bell that rings first when the food is served in some big hotels.

He stood in front of Sith and said with a half-smile.

Sith swallowed subconsciously. He looked up at the marks on Keweier's body that he had scratched out by himself, always feeling angry.The guide clenched his shirt collar subconsciously, and turned his head towards the lower part of the closet.

"Pack it up below and find it yourself."

Kevill stood in a place against the light, his body lines full of temptation for no reason in the light and shadow changes, Sith suddenly remembered how he was climbing the shoulder of the sentry last night when the lights were bright, immersed in the thrill of death given by the sentry.

"What are you thinking?" Kevill noticed that Sith was distracted, he slightly narrowed his eyes, bent down slowly, propped his palms on the bed, and stared at Sith inquiringly.

"It's nothing." Sith's face was flushed, and he pushed Keweier to let the sentry put on his clothes, without mentioning the impure picture in his mind.

After both of them packed up, Sith came to his senses: What were they talking about just now?

"Brya saved you?" Sith squatted next to the closet, looking up at Keweier as he hung up the clothes and put them back.

"No, he just wanted to save Jane Yi, and save me by the way." Keweier shook his head, he said.

When Kevill said that, there was great emotion and gratitude in his tone. Sith froze for a moment, then stood up and hugged the sentry's waist from behind.

The thin clothing transmits the temperature between the bodies, and Sith can hear Kevill's heartbeat clearly when he tilts his ears. It is powerful, strong, and bursting out with the freshness that belongs to the sentinel.He tightened his arms and murmured softly.

"I should thank him."

The panic and despair that once swept through the wizard's heart have never been forgotten. It runs through Sith's half-year life of ignorance, melting and pulling away the colors of the whole world.It's just that his sunshine returned to the world with an extremely small probability, perfectly interpreting luck and miracles.

I should thank him for bringing you back into my life.

Kevill didn't say anything, just closed his eyes and looked at Sith for a while, then bowed his head and kissed him.