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Sitting on the sofa with a calm expression, Regulus picked up the glass of water on the table and drank it sip after sip, like a plant in the desert that has not received rain for a long time.

His eyes fell on the closed door of the bathroom. Even after drinking the full glass of water, Regulus still felt thirsty.

In the past, when Wenxiu Lord stayed in his dormitory, this feeling of desire was not so strong. Perhaps he had just realized a problem that was serious enough to excite him to the point that his blood flowed faster.

There were no pajamas for Vinceau Lord to wear in this dormitory.

How will the boy come out?

There is no bathrobe in his bathroom. Would he come out wrapped in a towel?

Or, I will call his name softly in the mist.

Soon, Regulus's doubts would be answered.

Hot and humid mist leaked out from the door that had been opened a crack, followed by pink, steaming ears, cheeks, neck, and arms.

The boy's collarbone is so beautiful, and just the right size to be bitten on, making one want to leave a perfect mark on it.

The depression above the collarbone made Regulus wonder if it could be filled with any liquid without leaving a drop.

Without moving his eyes away for a moment, Regulus' pupils dilated slightly with excitement. He knew that behind the door was the body of Wenxiu Lord, wrapped only in a bath towel.

The boy behind the door blushed. Regulus pretended to be indifferent and put down the cup. "What's wrong? Wen Xiu?"

Standing up and moving around the obstacle between the two of them, only one door was left, Regulus asked knowingly.

"Regulus, I didn't take my pajamas." Wenxiu Lord answered in a low and moist voice, like a whisper.

Regulus heard it clearly, but pretended not to hear it maliciously, and took a few steps forward to close the distance between them.

"what?"

The boy behind the door was like a snail that had been touched when he heard his words. He wanted to close the door and shrink back into the bathroom.

Regulus would not allow that to happen.

He reached out and grasped Wenxiu Lord's exposed wrist. The delicate and warm touch was transmitted from the palm of his hand to his brain. The boy's eyes were deep, and endless desire rose again from the depths of his soul.

My eyes are eager to see more, and the saliva in my mouth is secreted rapidly and unconsciously.

Regulus' pupils, which had dilated with excitement, suddenly shrank. He heard his heart roaring, wanting to get the boy in front of him, his soul, and his body.

When his wrist was grabbed just as he was about to pull it back, Wenxiu Lord almost lost his grip on the only door between the two of them.

"What's wrong?" He asked nervously, trying to pull his wrist free, but was held even tighter.

"Wen Xiu, your face is so red."

Regulus leaned closer. Even though they were about the same height, Wenxiu Lord felt a strong sense of oppression from the boy opposite him.

It’s like a small animal encountering its natural enemy. It may be bitten at any time and has nowhere to escape.

This feeling was really dangerous. Wenxiu Lord wanted to explain to ease this strange atmosphere, but just as he raised his eyelids to look into Regulus' eyes, a slightly cool and dry hand covered his cheek.

He heard Regulus' worried voice, and the boy's brows were furrowed in concern, and even his lips were pursed into a straight line.

"The temperature is very high. Why don't we go to the hospital wing and talk to Madam Pomfrey first?"

He pretended to be concerned and worried, but in fact he was trying his best to restrain himself, otherwise Regulus would probably lean over and bite the silver-haired boy's red face that had not yet subsided.

"I'm fine, it's just too hot. I didn't bring my pajamas, could you please get them for me, Regulus?"

He couldn't care less about such useless emotions as shyness now. If he didn't explain, he would be taken by Regulus to check in with Madam Pomfrey.

Regulus, who had expected to see more cute reactions, felt a little disappointed. Now that the boy had spoken, he had no reason to continue touching him.

"it is good."

Regulus was very unhappy now, and his heart was turning from sunny to cloudy.

Wenxiu Lord could not sense the hidden emotions on the other side. The strength in his wrists and cheeks disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief, smiled slightly at the boy in front of him, and shrank back into the bathroom.

The damp pajamas and the moisture in the air made Regulus realize that this was not a fantasy in his dream.

The fire in the bedroom fireplace burned brightly, fueled by his desire.

He walked to Wenxiu Lord's closet and opened the door. The clothes inside were neatly hung according to style, color and material. Regulus knew that there would definitely not be the boy's pajamas in there without even searching with his hands.

He knew everything about Wenxiu Lord in this room.

The young man frowned in distress, "What should I do?"

It took less than a second to find the answer. 'It seems that I can only wear my pajamas.'

Beneath the skin that always hid his emotions well was a paranoia that was suppressed to the point of corruption. Regulus raised the corners of his lips, and his dark eyes flickered with excitement under the candlelight.

After closing the bathroom door, Wenxiu Lord walked to the sink and washed his face with cold water. The cold water dripped down his cheeks and onto his skin exposed to the air, causing goose bumps to form on his skin.

"Wen Xiu," Regulus' voice came into the bathroom, dull and unreal. "I couldn't find your pajamas. I have to make you wear mine tonight. Sorry."

Tonight was full of twists and turns, and the redness on my face kept coming out. Wenxiu Lord turned on the faucet again, scooped a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face, barely suppressing the heat rising in his body.

"It's okay. I should be the one saying sorry. Thank you for lending me your clothes."

Click, there was a sound of the handle turning from the closed door, and a white, naked arm stretched out from the door and quickly took the pajamas from Regulus' hand.

Facing Wenxiu Lord, Regulus knew clearly that he had no self-control.

But when the boy stood in front of him in his pajamas, Regulus found that he had overestimated himself.

In the sight, the long silver-gray hair was spread behind and in front of the chest, like a ribbon wrapped around a gift.

Regulus chose a pure black silk pajamas, which he thought would suit Wenxiu Lord very well.

As expected, the pure black cloth made the boy's skin look even whiter and more delicate, and under the candlelight, it was wrapped in it like warm jade.

This is his clothes, wrapped around the boy's body.

The fire in the fireplace burned more vigorously, jumping out of the fireplace and setting the room on fire.

"It's getting late, Regulus, you should get some rest as well."

The tired voice echoed in the quiet room. Wenxiu Lord was completely exhausted now. He just wanted to rest quickly and treat everything that happened tonight as a dream. He would forget everything when he woke up tomorrow.

Because the pajamas are loose in style, they will expose more of the boy's scenery as he moves.

Regulus stood where he was and watched the boy's waistline slump as he climbed onto the bed. The hem of his clothes slid down with his movements, revealing a large area of ​​white.

His throat was blocked, and the flames in the fireplace seemed to fly towards him. Otherwise, why would he feel hot all over?

"Okay," Regulus would always answer with 'Okay' when facing Wenxiu Lord.

Walking to the bed and sitting down, Regulus lowered his eyes and stared at his shoes for a long time, then lit the sleeping incense on the bedside table.

No matter how bright the moonlight is, it cannot penetrate the Black Lake and shine upon the cold lake bottom.

After a night of twists and turns and the help of sleeping incense, the silver-haired boy soon fell into darkness and lost consciousness.

There was a rustling sound of cloth rubbing in the darkness. With the help of the dim light from the fireplace, Regulus stood beside Wenxiu Lord's bed, his eyes gradually tracing the boy's facial features.

But he was still not satisfied.

It had been a long time since he had been in the same room with Wenxiu Lord for such a long time at such a close distance, and the desire in his heart was growing wildly.

His hand stretched out uncontrollably, pulling aside the curtain that blocked the view of the bed. Regulus cast a warming spell on the sleeping boy. He didn't want to disturb his rest.

The bed sheet under his palm was still warm. Regulus moved forward and slowly stroked from Wenxiu Lord's ankle upwards, feeling the boy's body through the air.

The sleeping boy seemed to sense something, turned over and unconsciously murmured, "Regulus."

The soft call made Regulus hold his breath, and his fingertips trembled as he penetrated the air with difficulty.

He had longed for the touch under his palm, which was more delicate and smooth than he had imagined, making him unable to let it go.

'Venxiu Lord, I am looking forward to, and also afraid of, you will find out how much I desire you.'