[Tuanku] Youth Exam Paper

【Grand Slam】

The blond-haired young man opened the door, and the cold December air frosted the corners of his eyebrows and hair.The heating in the room was sufficient, and the frost instantly turned into scattered water droplets, dotted between his pale outlines rendered by the cold, depicting a poetic and poetic flavor.

He was about to turn around and lock the door, when suddenly a force slammed into the door.The youngest captain of the Criminal Investigation Detachment in history reacted quickly, and turned around the moment his wrist was twisted, forming a confrontational posture; the hand that had been twisting the door lock quickly moved to his back to load his gun.In an instant, the muzzle of the gun was precisely on the attacker's head.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the dim light from the living room window allowed him to vaguely recognize the equal-armed cross on the attacker's forehead.

"Why are you?" The blond young man frowned, and put the safety on the gun with one hand.As early as the student days, the guy in front of him had already opened the lock without a key.

"Miss me?" The visitor's deep voice was full of smiles, and he let the muzzle of the gun be pressed to his forehead without any fear, "I'm on a business trip to Youkexin, come and see you." Restraining Kurapika's wrist, the other hand easily penetrated into Kurapika's coat.

"Why are you crazy!" Kurapika smashed the opponent's elbow with the butt of his gun, and the man swallowed the blow abruptly, and did not let go, but instead rubbed his perfect waistline with his warm palm.The man smelled strongly of alcohol. Kurapika put away his gun and pushed the man's shoulder, "Go away. You smell of alcohol."

The man was uncharacteristically, pressing him firmly against the door.The restless hand got in from the waistband of the trousers, holding Kurapika's most vulnerable part through the pure cotton underwear.The blond-haired youth trembled, but he couldn't bear to give the man another elbow.The two have known each other for 12 years, and Kuroro has always grasped Kurapika's bottom line just right.

The slender fingers opened the edge of the underwear, poked in, and began to knead and rub.The thumb pressed all the way along the stem and came to the mouth of the bell.The flexible fingertips parted the delicate flesh, as if to imprint their fingerprints on the outlet of all these desires.

Kurapika's breathing became heavy, and his knees began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Why did you come back so late?" The man's breath was also mixed with the smell of alcohol, passing by the tip of Kurapika's nose, far better than the aphrodisiac.

"Going to perform the mission..." Kurapika gritted his teeth, the hand on the man's shoulder was getting weaker and weaker.

The movement of Kuroro's hand suddenly became violent, and Kurapika couldn't help but let out a soft hum.

"On a mission...so you showed up in the restaurant in women's clothing?"

Kurapika froze for a moment.He immediately understood that Kuroro was also in the restaurant where he was on a mission, and noticed him from an unknown corner.

No wonder the man reeked of alcohol, it seemed that he was on a social occasion.

"Dressing up as a waiter will allow you to get closer to the target." After clearing his mind, Kurapika began to regain his composure.

After listening to his words, the man let go of the wrist that had been clamped all the time.Before Kurapika could heave a sigh of relief, he was forced to straighten up by the fingers squeezed into the backyard.Kuroro pinched back and forth relentlessly, and flexibly stirred the fingers wrapped in the meat of the hole, and pressed hard when he found the sensitive spot, and Kurapika fell into his hand not long after.

After the climax, the blond young man was a little limp. The man licked off the residual fluid in his palm, pushed him to the ground, and opened his coat.

"Are you crazy Kuroro, this is the entrance!" Yu Yun receded instantly, Kurapika struggled and kicked Kuroro.

Kuroro easily held his ankle, raised his trouser leg and kissed Kurapika's calf.

"Don't worry, I didn't plan to do it here." He could feel the tense calf muscles of the blond young man slowly relax after these words, "But today is Christmas Eve, so you didn't prepare any presents for me ?"

Kurapika has been busy investigating the case these days, and he has long forgotten about the festival, and he doesn't think that any of them will pay attention to the festival. Kuroro is saying this now, and it is likely that he wants to make use of it .

"Then what gift did you prepare?" Kurapika asked with raised eyebrows.

Kuroro raised the corner of his mouth, and a hazy smile fell into Kurapika's eyes gradually adapting to the darkness, making his heart skip a beat.

"A big gift." The man squeezed between Kurapika's legs, leaning down to warm his still cool lips.He licked Kurapika's lips moist, then pushed his mouth open, and began to suck that soft tongue.Kurapika couldn't help pulling back the tip of his tongue, but was chased and intercepted by Kuroro.At the same time, the man's swollen lower body also rubbed against Kurapika, making the organ that had just vented once hard again.

Finally, when Kurapika was dizzy from being kissed, Kuroro let him go.

Snapped.

The man stood up and turned on the light in the room.Kurapika also sat up, and only then did he see that his house was decorated in a festive atmosphere.The windows are spray-painted with snowflake patterns, and there is an extra Christmas tree beside the sofa.The corners of Kurapika's mouth could not be concealed, and he smiled softly and helplessly, "Is this the 'big gift' you mentioned?"

"Of course not." Kuroro walked to the coffee table, picked up a beautifully wrapped box, and threw it to Kurapika who followed.

The blond young man took the box firmly, and unpacked it with anticipation that he himself would despise.Kuroro smiled and sat on the sofa, he could basically predict Kurapika's next reaction.

Sure enough, the face of the person who received the "gift" turned blue in an instant. He threw the lid of the box at Kuroro and shouted at the same time, "What are you kidding, bastard!"

——Inside the box was actually a sailor suit.

"This is the Christmas gift I'm looking forward to getting from you." The man's smile was gentle and tender, but his eyes projected burning desire.Kurapika stood aside condescendingly, his face burning hot from his stare.

"Why, you can wear women's clothes in full view, but not in front of me?" Kuroro continued, still staring at Kurapika.

Kurapika frowned, "That's different..." He subconsciously retorted, "That's for the mission."

"Why is it different?" Kuroro laughed, his deep eyes sparkling with brilliance.Kurapika had a bad feeling when he saw him like this, but before he could stop it, Kuroro had already said, "The task requires clear motivation and reward. You wear this suit now, and you also have a clear motivation—to send Give it to me as a Christmas present, and in return - enjoy an extraordinary sex."

Kurapika was choked by the man's blunt words, a little at a loss.

Kuroro continued to be persuasive, "Look, it has been six years since the first time between us, and I have always taken the initiative in this aspect. You can't always make me so hot?"

He shook his head, as if really bothered by it.Kurapika could only squeeze his palm tightly, reminding himself not to be fooled by this eloquent man.Although Kuroro has always taken the initiative, except for the first few times, Kurapika has never shown any clear dislike or lack of cooperation.Sexual sublimation is definitely needed when the relationship reaches a certain level, and he knows it in his heart; besides, it's not like he hasn't gotten... pleasure from Kuroro.He just resisted this kind of behavior of deliberately ingratiating for the sake of pleasure.

Kuroro could figure out every thread of Kurapika's likes and dislikes, even when he was drunk, he knew exactly why Kurapika resisted.The man gently took Kurapika's arm, pulled him down on the seat beside him, and continued to persuade: "You don't wear this suit to please me, but to tell me that this matter is not just me People are passionate." He took Kurapika's hands, guided them to stick to his warm cheeks, and then covered the back of Kurapika's with his own.

Kurapika held his face just like that, facing his deep black eyes, and sighed helplessly.

"You wait here for me for a while."

—He repented quickly, and began to hate his momentary soft-heartedness.

The skirt was so short that it could barely cover her private parts, as was the top, which was opened to reveal a large white and tender waist.The most hateful thing is that Kuroro even gave him a pair of tube socks.

Kurapika changed his clothes angrily, raised his eyes to catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and lost his momentum in an instant.

Shame.

He pulled down the skirt forcefully, to no avail.

"Why so long?"

The man suddenly appeared behind him, and Kurapika was startled, and exclaimed, "I didn't ask you to go out—uh..."

Kuroro hugged him from behind, one hand wrapped around the young man's waist and arms, and the other hand fumbled into the hem of the skirt politely.

"Take off your underwear, you just ejaculated, isn't it uncomfortable?" The man said, his fingers slipped into the seam of his trousers, and he began to have intimate contact with Kurapika's little brother.

Kurapika was gasping for breath after being pinched by him, his forehead was pressed against the mirror, and he was shuddered by the coldness.In the mirror world in front of his eyes, the hem of the skirt was propped up by the man's penetration, revealing the part between the legs that was inconsistent with the skirt.

Kuroro rolled down Kurapika's underwear slowly, rubbing the cotton cloth with his fingertips, leaving a prairie fire on the outside of the youth's thighs.Then he resorted to his usual tricks, while attacking Kurapika's body with his fingers, while groping into the hem of his jacket, launching an attack on the fragile nipples.

Kurapika leaned against the mirror, and had to take in the beautiful scenery in his eyes: his half-erect genitals gradually stood up due to the thrusting behind him, the red top lifted up the hem of the skirt, pressed against the mirror, and aroused along the bone marrow A trembling that hits the brain; the abdominal muscles are tense, and under the warm light of the room, two attractive lines are outlined, and they are hidden in the clear boundary between the navy blue clothes and the snow-white waist; break that boundary Yes, it was the man who was rubbing his domineering palm on his chest. The sailor suit for girls had tight shoulders, but the chest was too loose. He was constantly turned up, revealing his nipples that were ravaged to the point of being red and swollen.

"Do you still remember?" Kuroro sucked his earlobe, and put the third finger behind him, "Halloween in the third year of high school, your friend recommended a sailor suit to you. At that time, I wanted to see you wear it. I thought about it." Ten years."

Kurapika's scalp was numb from this explicit but persistent confession, and the gradually wet vagina suddenly shrank, causing the people behind him to laugh.

The tacit physical understanding allowed Kuroro to know that Kurapika was ready without asking.He pulled out the fingers that were making trouble in the young man's body, and turned to hold his stiff penis, pushing it in bit by bit.

With Kurapika's forehead pressed against the mirror, his blonde hair was messed up as the opponent invaded, and the hot air he breathed out turned into water mist and covered the glass.The man thrusted lightly, it didn't hurt, but it made him feel itchy and uncomfortable.Kurapika tried to shift his attention to the seemingly insignificant clothes in the virtual image in the mirror: the texture of the black tube socks, the folds of the navy blue pleated skirt, the sanhonsen of the white collar...

Kuroro noticed his absent-mindedness and lifted Kurapika's knee up with that leg.The panties that had fallen to the knees were stretched between the two legs, and then slid down the lifted leg, completely falling on the ankle of the other leg.Kuroro's men were not Kurapika's delicate skin, but the intertwined texture of tube socks, and the fresh touch made the man's blood flow faster.

"Hmm... Ku..." Kurapika's complaints were interrupted by the man's increasing frequency before he could get out of his mouth.

"Since you like looking in the mirror so much, just look at it carefully."

Kuroro raised Kurapika's leg, forcing Kurapika to leave the mirror and lean back against his chest.The change of posture pushed his cock deeper, and Kurapika closed his eyes, trying to block out the obscene scene in the mirror.But that scene has already entered his mind, and he can clearly recall in the darkness the appearance of himself in women's clothing, with his legs spread out, being raped by a man in a suit and leather shoes behind him.

Kuroro's other hand gently tugged at his nipples, and scraped across the nerve-dense tips from time to time.There was an electric pleasure, which made Kurapika groan.

"Open your eyes, Kurapika." Kuroro's voice was full of bewitchment. Seeing that Kurapika still stubbornly closed his eyes, he rubbed his sensitive spots and added against his ear, "I I like how you look now, it's really attractive."

These words had an unexpected effect - Kurapika ejaculated directly, part of the cloudy white liquid stained the dark skirt, and part splashed onto the mirror, blooming and withering.

Kuroro was pleasantly surprised to find that Kurapika seemed to respond especially to explicit words.

"Open your eyes and look at me, Kurapika..." The man began to pretend to be pitiful again, he mastered the call just right, and the ending was low and delayed for a few beats, successfully making Kurapika flap his eyelashes to reveal those bright red eyes pupils.

In the mirror, the blond young man stood on tiptoe with one leg on the ground, while the other leg was held up high by the black-haired man. The hem of the skirt lost its covering effect because of this profligate posture, exposing the newly released genitals.Kurapika could see how the man came in and out of his body, and how he was re-energized by the comfort of the other.

"You look like a raped high school girl now." Kuroro withdrew his hand from his blouse, and squeezed Kurapika's chest from the outside of the shirt, which could be seen even through the dark clothes To the shape of the protruding nipples of the youth.

Kurapika was dissatisfied with the man's offensive metaphor, and grabbed Kuroro's forearm to prevent him from ravaging his chest.The man simply gave up, and the hand slid down the waistline to Kurapika's lower abdomen, after a few gentle strokes, it went over the turned up skirt and pressed on Kurapika's pouch.

The direct stimulation made Kurapika's body tense all of a sudden, and Kuroro took advantage of the victory to pursue. While rubbing the young man's scrotum, he freed up a finger to touch the perineum, and squeezed the prostate together with the hard object occupying the vagina.The triple stimulation made Kurapika scream out loud as he ejaculated his third cum of the night.

"That's enough, Kuroro..." Kurapika said in an almost pleading tone, physical tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, his only supporting leg was trembling, and he was almost unable to stand.

Kuroro stopped his hand empathetically, and withdrew from the young man's body. "That's not okay, officer, Captain," the man said, and suddenly picked up Kurapika's other leg and lifted him into the air, "You need to exercise more."

The scene in the mirror became even more unsightly. The youth's underwear hanging from his ankles fell to the ground, his legs were hooked on Kuroro's arms, and his body was completely opened by the man.In order to maintain his balance, he had to wrap his arms around Kuroro's neck backwards.From the perspective of the two of them, it is clear that the opening of the acupuncture point is slightly open and covered by water light.

Kuroro breathed in his ear, "Break it open and let me in."

Now Kurapika really felt Kuroro's abnormality: this man is tougher and more domineering today than ever before.The blond young man ignored the other party's order and said sharply, "You're drunk, Kuroro!"

"I drank a little too much, but I'm not drunk." Kuroro replied clearly, and at the same time pressed the tip of his genitals against Kurapika's entrance, rubbing lightly.Her ravaged pussy was soft and muddy, opening and closing as the man prodded her.Kurapika's panting became heavy again, and he couldn't help but think of the first time, when the man forced him to squirt over and over again, driving him crazy.He was afraid to experience that feeling of losing control again.

Kurapika gritted his teeth and reached out his hand to hold Kuroro's fiery cock as if making up his mind.

"Put me down, I'll help you with my mouth."

This sentence was like a curse, and Kuroro's face showed a surprise that he had never seen before - Kuruta, who had a strong self-esteem, held his genitals and offered to perform oral sex for him.

The man quickly guessed what Kurapika was thinking, he laughed, gave Kurapika a gentle kiss on the side of the neck, and then put down the youth.After landing on the ground, Kurapika turned around resolutely, half-kneeled in front of Kuroro, and then paused again: the man's high-spirited penis stood in front of him, and he didn't know where to start.

"Catch the tip, lick it with your tongue, and move your hands up and down. Think about how I did it before." Kuroro taught patiently.

Kurapika blushed to the neck, but insisted on putting on a calm demeanor, and hugged Kuroro.He has a strong learning ability. While recalling how Kuroro entertained him, he gave back the same skills to the man.The softness of the mouth is incomparable, coupled with the teasing of the fingers and the tip of the tongue, even Kuroro let out a satisfied sigh.

Kurapika was moved by the man's hoarse voice, and the original embarrassment instantly turned into bits and pieces of pride.He now understands why Kuroro always serves him so hard on the bed, and the other party's embarrassing appearance is really the greatest compliment to him.

Kurapika sucked harder, and the frequency of his hands increased.The man's breathing was clearly audible, and the palm of his hand couldn't help covering the back of his head, making him feel affirmed.

"Yes, licking up and down along the meridian. You can use more force." Kuroro made no secret of his emotional reaction, and his hip bones swayed slightly to cater to Kurapika's lips and tongue.He wished he could press Kurapika's head to let the other party go deeper, then stroke along the graceful backline, use his fingers to provoke the other party's desire, and then occupy the upper and lower entrances of the other party...

But this is a rare opportunity for Kurapika to take the initiative, and he doesn't want to regain the dominance so quickly.Kurapika is an overly self-denying person, burdened with a blood feud, unwilling to make it easier for himself.For so many years, Kuroro used his full of gentleness and timely toughness to dissolve the opponent's solid shell bit by bit, allowing Kurapika to slowly accept the comfort and joy he brought, and occasionally let go of his tight control.Today's behavior is already an unprecedented breakthrough for Kurapika, Kuroro has to carefully balance it, so that people can't shrink back into that heavily guarded cage.As for Kurapika's plan to evade losing control and try to get rid of himself with oral sex, Kuroro is bound to make it come to nothing.

The people under him took the initiative to increase their strength, and Kuroro cooperated with him to sprint, and after a period of ecstasy rubbing and sucking, he quickly exited Kurapika's mouth.More than half of the white liquid was still sprinkled on the face of the half-kneeling man in front of him, and the semen rolling down the ends of his hair made his fluffy blond hair sticky.Kurapika coughed, and wiped the cloudy fluid from the corners of his eyes with his hand.

This inadvertent bukkake gave the black-haired man a knowing blow. He picked up Kurapika, took two steps back and fell on the bed.

"When did it become so powerful, huh?" Kuroro was lying on his back, and his beloved was sitting on his stomach.The man wiped off the water stains on Kurapika's cheeks, then put his hand on Kurapika's bare back, and rubbed it lightly.Several unprecedented stimuli made him unable to calm down, and he was a little out of breath even when speaking.

It seems that I am not the only one who is difficult to control myself.Kurapika curled his lips, trying not to look so complacent.

In Kuroro's eyes, this appearance made his genitals, which had just been wrapped by the warm mouth, stand up again.The man's erect cock thrust into the skirt, slowly rubbing against Kurapika's tailbone.

"Baby, do it again?" Now it was Kuroro's turn to make the request, and the frivolous address came out of his mouth, and it was logical, "This time it's up to you."

Perhaps because both of them were still immersed in the enthusiasm just now, Kurapika didn't get soured by such a title.He just felt a little twisted, after all, after the murder when he was four years old, no one cared for him and called him a baby.

Today's Kuroro is too abnormal, he has to figure out what's going on with the other party.

The blond young man straightened up and decided to follow what the other party said and let himself take the lead.He supported Kuroro's chest with one hand, and the genitals behind him with the other, and sat down slowly.During this process, Kurapika's eyes were fixed on the person below him all the time, while Kuroro looked back tenderly, and the light shone in his black eyes on his back, stirring up a slight ripple.

The riding posture made Kurapika completely dominant. He unbuttoned Kuroro's suit jacket and shirt, and caressed Kuroro's firm chest.The slender fingers swirled around the areola, and occasionally the pads of the fingers rubbed against the hard grain in the middle, which could make the man's abdominal muscles tense a bit.

Kuroro lay at his mercy, only verbally pointing at the other party: "Move, baby. Find a point that makes you comfortable, and rub it there."

Kurapika was insensitive to this title, but his body was more sensitive because of the shame.He slowly swayed his waist, and every time the other's plump top ran over the sensitive point, his inside would shrink, and he would tremble slightly.Kuroro was extremely happy being twisted by his intestinal wall, and he couldn't help but retract his waist and straighten his hips with the opponent's ups and downs.

Kurapika didn't let him get what he wanted, he pressed Kuroro's shoulder to stop the other party's unfeeling cooperation.

"Tell me, what's going on with you today?" Kurapika condescendingly pinched the finger on the other's nipple with slight force, threatening Kuroro.

Kuroro asked innocently: "What's going on? — Hiss..."

The blond young man bent down and teased his chest in the same way he just served the man's younger brother.The tip of the pink tongue brushed against the hard grains on the chest, causing all the blood in Kuroro's body to rush to the lower body and the chest.

"Say it quickly." Kurapika deliberately clamped the tunnel behind him, and the waist and hips that were swaying up and down just now stopped moving, mobilizing Kuroro's senses to burst into flames, and then extinguished them instantly.

Kuroro smiled helplessly, put both hands on Kurapika's waist, and finally confessed: "Okay, I admit, I'm a little narrow-minded." After seeing Kurapika's blank expression, the man added : "You wear women's clothing for the investigation object tonight, my genuine boyfriend is very unhappy."

Although he knows that with Kurapika's strength and personality, it is impossible for others to take advantage of him easily, but seeing Kurapika's lips smiling and his brows gently talking to the target, Kuroro still has a strange feeling in his heart——

This guy would do anything to solve the case.

Kuroro has never been jealous, because he can see that people close to Kurapika have no intentions towards him, and Kurapika also keeps an appropriate distance from these people, rationality avoids Kuroro's effort to suspect that these are clear enough thing.But this time, he saw with his own eyes that the other party showed ulterior motives, and Kurapika was dressed in women's clothing, treating the other party with an attitude that was neither humble nor overbearing.

Of course Kuroro thought of interrupting those two, but he believed in and respected Kurapika.More importantly, if he really did something to interfere with Kurapika's work, the young man would never let him go easily, and it might not be good if he coaxed him for ten days and a half months.

In the past, Kuroro was worried that Kurapika's unshakable bottom line and unabashed straightforwardness would offend others; now, he also had to worry that the other party's reckless handling of the case would involve the whole person.

"So... are you jealous?" Kurapika summed up and condensed Kuroro's complex heart in one sentence.

Kuroro sighed, and suddenly pushed Kurapika's waist upwards, "I'm worried."

He endured it for a long time, his voice was much lower and hoarse than usual, and the action of kissing each other was so intense that it was almost like biting.Kurapika's exclamation was suppressed in his mouth, turning into an indistinct sob.The man tugged at his legs and turned him over, pressing him on the mattress and making arrangements.The fierce thrusts pushed Kurapika's half-hard cock up, and the young man was horrified to find that he had the urge to ejaculate again.

"Wait...wait!" Kurapika broke off the tangled kiss, panting heavily.

"What are you waiting for?" Kuroro pressed his hips firmly, and pressed his chest against his graceful back. "It didn't look like you were going to wait when you took the initiative to twist me just now."

He was afraid that Kurapika, who had just learned to take the initiative, would shrink back, Kuroro held back a stomach full of nasty words and dared not speak; now, he just wanted to pour it all out, to see how the other party was forced to turn red and narrowed by these unsavory words. Road ecstasy.

Sure enough, Kurapika lived up to his expectations, the top of the originally erected penis was immediately wetted by the transparent liquid.Kuroro accelerated the pumping speed, precisely brushing over every piece of flesh that could make Kurapika burn.He freed one hand to grasp Kurapika's blood-filled hard object, and rubbed the gap between the bell mouth with his thumb as he rolled it.

The fourth ejaculation came without any suspense, and the light to almost transparent liquid came out one after another under the squeeze of the man.Kuroro continued to caress Kurapika's cock until the last drop of essence was squeezed out of him.

"Baby, you have completely turned into a girl." The man played with the other party's completely weak genitals, and the thrusts under his body became slow and calm, "Look, you can't ejaculate at all here, you can only rely on your own Hole comes orgasm."

Kurapika's ears turned red with anger, and his body couldn't help trembling with Kuroro's attack.He knew that Kuroro was using words to cover up his embarrassment when he was found jealous. This look was actually a bit cute, but what the man did was not cute at all.

Soon the blond youth became unconscious again, and his body was limp.The numbness started from the pelvis and climbed up the whole body along the spine. He wanted to ejaculate again, but he couldn't ejaculate at all, and even the panting leaked out of his mouth was no longer under his control.

Kuroro continued to stimulate his prostate until finally Kurapika had an infertile orgasm.The young man's passage was tightly clamped on the man, and the whole person was moaning unconsciously.Kuroro picked up his legs and picked him up, and came to the mirror with the door wide open again.

"Are you cool, baby?" Kuroro bit Kurapika's ear and whispered softly.

The blond youth shook his head subconsciously, not knowing what he was rejecting.

"Unhappy?" Kuroro simply let the huge glans touch the sensitive point of the other party, and kept increasing the force.

Kurapika tightened his muscles like a spasm, his insteps wrapped in black stockings were arched fiercely, and his thighs spread to both sides made the skirt completely a decoration. Kuroro could clearly see the transparent intestinal juice along the two people's legs. The junction is pattering down.

"Look in the mirror, you're using your hole to cum." The hot air from the man's words blew into Kurapika's ear, causing the blond youth to flinch slightly.He pushed himself hard, pushing Kurapika into a state of inert orgasm again, and he finally released it in Kurapika without any scruples.

The man didn't leave right away, he watched the scene in the mirror, watching the cum dripping from his fucked-up hole as he pulled out.Kurapika was still in a state of trance, obediently letting him manipulate.The clothes the two of them were wearing were stained with white liquid, which solidified into eye-catching traces at this moment.

Satisfied, Kuroro took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the scene before entering the bathroom with Kurapika.By the time he packed up Kurapika and put him on the bed, the snow outside had already piled up to half his height.Kuroro opened the curtains, silently watching the snow scene of the city that never sleeps.

You Kexin's northern city scenery is fully revealed at this moment. Kurapika, a child who grew up in the south, has survived in this ghost place for five years and has grown into the captain of the criminal investigation detachment.

He wanted to light a cigarette, but he gave up because of the person sleeping on the bed.

Nothing is uncontrollable, except for Kurapika's addiction.

For example, in the hearty sexual incident just now, Kuroro managed to induce Kurapika to let go of the shackles, but he lost control.The man felt very regretful, and only one sentence remained in his mind over and over again: Domineering for a while, the crematorium afterwards.

The flying snow outside the window was illuminated by the lights in the distance, overlapping with the handsome reflection of the man, turning into fragments of flickering memories and flowing past the eyes.He seemed to see all kinds of things from his student days again.

All marriages began with the first meeting in the first year of high school. Kuroro still remembers Kurapika's lonely back against a group of C-class students alone. Since then, his dark and unclear world has broken into a touch of gold.

The team members were surprised by his choice of major, but he smiled and asked back with a relaxed smile: "If you don't set foot on this road, how can you change the rules?" What's more, there is such a stubborn child who guards the unbreakable bottom line and refuses Lying, not giving in, broke his heart.

Kuroro combed his damp black hair back, and turned to look at his lover on the bed who didn't let him worry.Kurapika's sleeping appearance is endearing, but he has to go, the Christmas present has been placed by the bed, and there are still many preparations to be made.

The man tidied himself up again, and quietly exited the room...

Kurapika was awakened by his own mobile phone, he picked up the phone, and just "hello" was startled by the strong smell of excessive indulgence in his voice.

"Kurapika, congratulations!" Xiaojie's energetic voice came from the other end of the phone, and he didn't seem to notice that his friend's voice was much hoarse than usual.

"Congratulations?"

"That's right! It's great to hear that you're going to be transferred back to Luxon!" Before Kurapika could respond, another calm voice was on the other side of the phone, "When will you be back? We'll get you back." It's Qi Ya.

Kurapika sat up suddenly, feeling unbelievable.He was alone in the room, and Kuroro, a busy man, was missing, which made everything last night seem even more unreal.Kurapika looked at the alarm clock next to the bed, it was 12:25 am on December 9th, a very real date.Then his eyes caught the papers under the alarm clock.The blond young man pulled out the paper and read it several times before confirming that it was a transfer order.

He is really going back to his hometown.

Great joy swept over him, and his heart beat like a wave, making his blood flow faster.Kurapika couldn't even remember how he responded to his friend, the only thing that was certain was that he kept his calm tone and let the conversation end smoothly and naturally.

Not long after, Leori, Melody and others also called.All morning, Kurapika was immersed in a dreamlike mood, mixed with ecstasy and suspicion, until he received a call from Kuroro.

"Do you like it, my Christmas present for you?"

Kurapika didn't make a sound, and closed his eyes tremblingly.He knew that Kuroro had never been a follower of the rules, but a user of the rules.He knew that the concepts and styles of the two were far from each other.He knew that separating the two places would only make the road ahead more tortuous.But this person insisted on using his own way to divert the two people's lives, and they converged in one place in a distorted way.

The young man opened his scorching red eyes, pretending to be relaxed and replied: "Hmph, corrupt officials are good at dancing with long sleeves."

The person on the opposite side laughed: "Otherwise, how can I escort you and make a bridge for you?"

Time seems to be back before the second monthly high school exam, Kuroro took the initiative to find Kurapika and proposed cooperation.At that time, the youthful Kurapika was full of disdain, and commented: "Opportunistic, playing tricks."

Kuroro smiled unabated: "Otherwise, who will protect you and let you pass the exam?"

The bearer of the Reverse Cross took this as a starting point, and spent the next few decades building a strong net, covering Kurapika, protecting him, implicating him, and entangled him in countless ways.