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The clouds at night render the sky into a layered ink painting.

The stars twinkled, and no one in Malfoy Manor could sleep well.

In the dark room, the sound of the quilt turning back and forth indicated the irritable mood of the owner of this bedroom.

The person lying on the bed kept turning over and changing his sleeping position. After dozens of minutes, Wenxiu Lord still couldn't fall asleep successfully.

The image of the platinum young man replayed in my mind frame by frame.

Unbearable panting, pounding heartbeat, scorching temperature.

He could still hear Lucius panting and calling his name, so seductively.

In the darkness, Wenxiu Lord raised his hand into the air, and his palm seemed to still feel the scorching temperature and soft and delicate touch.

He suddenly opened his eyes, sat up irritably, slapped the back of his hand, and then ruffled his hair.

Just as Lucius was aware that Wenxiu Lord's body was not without feelings for him, Wenxiu Lord himself also noticed something wrong with his body.

And now, Wenxiu Lord didn't dare to close his eyes anymore.

The darker and quieter it is, the clearer the picture in my mind becomes.

The shock today was so strong. As a person who was obsessed with looks and had normal aesthetic taste, Wenxiu Lord felt like he was the reincarnation of Liu Xiahui.

Lifting the quilt to expose himself to the slightly cool air, Wenxiu Lord lowered his head and stared at the indescribable reaction occurring in his body. A few of the silver hairs cascading down his head were pulled off.

Rubbing his face with a look of despair, Wenxiu Lord got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom resignedly.

In the end, Wenxiu Lord still couldn't do anything impure because of the images in his mind.

Regardless of whether this is obscene or not, Lucius is already married and is still his friend.

He can't, and shouldn't.

I turned on the shower and the cold water sprayed on my body, fighting against the fire in my body.

When the silver-haired boy in a bathrobe pushed open the door, a chill emanated from his entire body.

There was no way he could fall asleep, so Wenxiu Lord walked to his desk, turned on the lamp, and planned to study all night.

Perhaps in order to completely expel those images, Wenxiu Lord studied very hard, wishing he could turn himself into a piece of text and bury himself in the sea of ​​books.

Time passed by minute by minute, some stars were still holding on, while some stars could no longer endure and closed their eyes sleepily.

The quill pen was dipped in ink again and again, and the notebook was turned page after page.

Comparing the questions answered by Tom Riddle, Wenxiu Lord reviewed the sixth grade knowledge of ancient magic runes and wrote down the new doubts he discovered in his notebook.

His eyes felt sore and tired, so Wenxiu Lord put down the feather pen in his hand, leaned back in the chair and massaged the Jingming acupoint.

As I closed my eyes and relaxed, my ears suddenly caught the subtle but undisguised sound of a door opening.

A silent spell turned off the desk lamp, and the room fell into darkness again. Wenxiu Lord raised his wand and pointed it at the door, alert for anyone coming.

The carpet absorbed the sound of footsteps, but one could tell that the person was taking big, steady steps.

The person walking from the living room into the bedroom was a man.

There is absolutely no outsider in Malfoy Manor now, and there is only one person who meets this voice characteristic.

Wenxiu Lord, who had guessed who the person was, walked barefoot to the bed with his shoes in hand.

He lay on the bed, pulled back the quilt to cover himself, and pretended to be fast asleep.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Wenxiu Lord closed his eyes and cursed Voldemort in his heart for being seriously ill.

"I don't know what's wrong with him. He can't meet me during the day, but has to come to me in the middle of the night."

He truly implemented the idiot boss's philosophy that if he doesn't sleep, no one else can sleep either, and everyone has to be on call at any time.

The bedroom suddenly became bright.

Wenxiu Lord, who was hiding under the quilt pretending to be asleep, was now struggling over whether he should continue pretending to be asleep or pretend to be woken up by the bright light.

The quilt covering his head was pulled away, and the silver-haired boy didn't need to worry about it anymore.

Tom Riddle's next action made it impossible for him to continue pretending to be asleep.

The messy and tangled hair was brushed back by the cool touch, and the hot cheeks that were stuffy shivered involuntarily due to the cold.

Wenxiu Lord opened his eyes 'dazedly', and staying up late caused faint bloodshot in the whites of his eyes, which looked consistent with his appearance of being woken up and not getting enough rest.

"Hmm?" His confused gaze moved up along the arm in front of him.

Tom Riddle saw the silver-haired boy's confusion quickly turned into joy after seeing him.

"My Lord!" Wenxiu Lord opened his eyes wide and called the man affectionately in a rising tone.

The excessive workload made his brain feel dull and painful, and Tom Riddle didn't know why he came to Wenxiu Lord's dormitory.

But when his hand touched the soft and warm skin, the pain in his brain did feel relieved.

Habits are really scary, aren’t they?

His body began to become dependent on the silver-haired boy.

The hand holding the wand that was pressed under the pillow loosened, Wenxiu Lord sat up, held the man's hand and pulled him to sit down.

The silver-haired boy blinked his dry eyes and leaned forward to ask Tom Riddle with concern.

"What time is it now? Fudi, why don't you take a break?"

A cool and faint fragrance hit me in the face, and my swollen and aching brain felt like a balloon that had been blown up to the limit and was instantly deflated.

His eyes fell on the secrets revealed under the silver-haired boy's loose pajamas. Tom Riddle's brows twitched under the mask, and he looked away calmly.

The man took off the mask and put it on the bedside table. It was rare for him to show some fatigue in front of the silver-haired boy.

"I just finished my work and came to see how you were recovering. I didn't expect to wake you up."

With his brows furrowed, the silver-haired boy looked at him with disapproval, then stood up and moved behind Tom Riddle.

"Vodi, your body won't be able to handle this. Do you have to work so late every day when I'm not around?"

Wenxiu Lord knelt on the bed, put his hands on Tom Riddle's shoulders, and helped him lie down in his arms.

She gently massaged the man's forehead with her fingertips to relieve him of the day's fatigue.

Tom Riddle, who had achieved his goal, rested his head on the boy's legs, felt his headache subside, closed his eyes and spoke.

"It's only today. I was worried about you. A lot of work has piled up."

A young boy's clear voice sounded above my head, with a grainy sound of just waking up and a teasing tone.

"Then Lord, you came to see me so late, did you miss me?"

Ever since he split his soul to create the Horcrux, pain has been following him like a shadow, tormenting him every moment.

This also resulted in Tom Riddle rarely being able to completely relax.

Even if you drink the soul repair potion, it can only provide temporary relief.

But now, listening to the silver-haired boy's voice and enjoying his massage, Tom Riddle's body actually felt extremely sleepy.

Even he himself did not realize that his trust in Wenxiu Lord had reached the point where he could sleep soundly beside him.

The silver-haired boy mechanically repeated his movements, but received no response and did not speak again.

Soon, the only sounds in the quiet room were two even breathing sounds.

With drooped eyebrows, he looked at the man's extremely handsome face, and Wenxiu Lord hoped very much that he could sleep like this forever.

He maintained this posture for a long time, until his legs became numb and numb, then Wenxiu Lord slowly pulled his legs out.

Pulling out his magic wand, the silver-haired boy floated the man onto the bed. He turned off the lights and kept the tip of the wand on the man without moving away.