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Watching the owl flapping its wings and flying away with the letter in its beak, Wenxiu Lord looked at the thick and dark sky and prayed in his heart that it would not rain in the next few days.

These days are the time when Tom Riddle is the busiest and has no time to take care of him. If he wants to go back to Lord Manor to see Sirius, these days are the best.

And one day is definitely not enough, there are also little Barty, Remus, Lily, Severus and others.

He didn't tell anyone about his plan. Even if Remus and the others could guess most of it afterwards, he had to show up and let them check it out up close before they could feel at ease.

Tom Riddle walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, cast a spell to dry his hair, and approached Wenxiu Lord with damp heat emanating from his body.

The young man was currently sitting on a chair, staring out the window in a daze, his back looking somewhat desolate.

Tom Riddle walked behind the young man, placed one hand on his shoulder, and reached forward with the other hand, with the arc of his thumb and index finger perfectly fitting the young man's jawline.

This action forced Vinciu Lord to look up and look Tom Riddle in the eye.

When the short hair swept across the abdomen of the person behind him, the light touch successfully made Tom Riddle's muscles tense instantly.

Pressing Wenxiu Lord's hair into his arms, Tom Riddle looked into his eyes that were like the waves of the sea. He took a few steps back, bent down, and pecked his eyelids lightly.

He liked these eyes, like gems that he had seen by chance through the glass and window when he was standing on the street.

At this moment, there are no impurities in the pair of gems.

When Tom Riddle stood up and was about to ask Wenxiu Lord what he was thinking about.

Wenxiu Lord raised his arms and wrapped them around his neck, pressing him down. He also raised his head and straightened his back, exchanging a suffocating and lingering kiss with him.

This was the first French kiss between Tom Riddle and Venthu Lord after they realized they were in love.

Tom Riddle felt very strange, a feeling he had never experienced before.

The novelty was indescribable, he just felt his whole body jumping for joy, the effect was several times stronger than drinking the vitality replenishing potion and the soul stabilizing potion.

The previous kisses also had the effect of soothing his emotions, but this was the first time he felt such pure and intense pleasure.

Staring at the young man's rosy lips, Tom Riddle walked around to the young man and leaned over the armrests on both sides of the chair.

The gaze was so aggressive that Wenxiu Lord was stared at so hard that his whole body was pressed against the back of the chair. He felt inexplicably guilty.

He didn't mean to kiss Voldemort. It was Voldemort who was indecent and came out after taking a shower with a bathrobe hanging on his body to seduce him. Can he be blamed for that?

'Is Voldemort angry?'

Seeing him subconsciously hiding behind and not daring to look at him, Tom Riddle's mood turned from sunny to cloudy, and there was a tendency for it to evolve into a thunderstorm.

He pulled hard with his hands on the armrest, and the distance between them was shortened.

Bending his knees against the seat, Tom Riddle rubbed the other's lips gently with his lips, "Do it again." Then he kissed her.

Without any purpose, and without the need for Wenxiu Lord to help him soothe his soul, he just simply wanted to kiss him.

The only sounds in the quiet room were each other's breathing and swallowing.

Looking at the young man in front of him with his eyes closed and his hands still climbing towards his waist, Tom Riddle seemed to understand.

Why those stupid couples he saw during his time at Hogwarts would want to be together 24 hours a day.

Vincius Lord now had reason to suspect that Voldemort intended to kill him.

Because he was suffocating.

Let me solemnly state once again that he hates geniuses, and he hates even more those geniuses who can draw inferences from what they have learned and make rapid progress.

Now, except for the next step that he didn't teach him, Tom Riddle's kissing skills were enough to beat him to death on the beach.

'Damn smart guy,' thought Vinciu Lord.

It doesn't matter that he can't get the upper hand in the kiss, Wenxiu Lord decided to divert his attention.

The hand reached into the bathrobe and wandered over the cool skin. Wenxiu Lord felt the rising body temperature under his palm. He pulled out his right hand, hooked his fingertips, and the loose laces came loose.

"I think you should be angry now." Vinciu Lord's movements became more brazen, calculating in his mind the time it would take for Tom Riddle to stop him.

Ten seconds, thirty seconds, one minute, five minutes...

Wenxiu Lord: 'QдQ? ? ? '

I am already angry, what is wrong with Voldemort? Why is he not angry?

Hmm... these chest muscles are so soft.

Tsk, not soft again.

Wenxiu Lord pinched it, and felt that the touch was getting worse, so he decisively stepped back and tried to pull his hand away.

He doesn't want to accidentally discharge his gun and get burned.

The careless entanglement caused dissatisfaction among the people in front of him. Tom Riddle opened his eyes and lightly bit the tip of Vincent Lord's tongue with his teeth.

Feeling a stinging pain at the tip of his tongue, Wenxiu Lord quickly retracted his tongue and opened his eyes.

His eyes were wet with desire, and there was also a dazed fear of a cat that was at a loss after being forcefully sucked twice.

Their lips parted, and Tom Riddle pressed his forehead against his, "My dear Wen Xiu, pay attention." After that, their lips touched again.

"I..." He opened his lips to explain, but just as he uttered a word, a break-in came into his mouth.

The tip of my tongue, which had finally gotten home to rest, was swept away again.

Tom Riddle grabbed his wrist and pressed it against his abdominal muscles. Wenxiu Lord felt a thin layer of sweat under his palm, and forgot to use the brain block technique when he looked into the scarlet eyes.

Fortunately, Tom Riddle didn't have Legilimency, otherwise he would probably have been stained yellow by what was in Vinciu Lord's mind.

It's not that Tom Riddle knows nothing. Even if he disdained to understand those things two years ago, after two years of influence from Vincent Lord, he has almost learned them.

And he didn't hate Wenxiu Lord's touch now.

If you like it, why not?

They love each other, so they should take it a step further.

Feeling a hand wandering on his body, which frivolously and skillfully unbuttoned his clothes, Wenxiu Lord, who was bewitched by the beauty, instantly entered the sage mode.

Pushing away the man who was pressing on him, Wenxiu Lord took a deep breath of fresh air and punched him angrily.

It hurts a lot. I will definitely be bruised and painful when I wake up tomorrow.

But Tom Riddle didn't mind.

Because he was compensated.

The silver-haired young man's cold eyes were staring at him fiercely, with a hint of charm at the corners of his eyes.

"I'm a patient, and you still need to rest!"

Tom Riddle suppressed some hidden desire in his body, chuckled twice, raised his hand and scratched the silver-haired young man's chin twice.

"Haha, what are you thinking about? I just wanted to kiss you, weren't you the first to do it?"

He had certainly thought about it... but he wouldn't admit it.

"It's not the first time you've touched me. You're my fiancé, so what's wrong with me touching you?" Wenxiu Lord retorted unreasonably but confidently.

The young man's unreasonable look made Tom Riddle's eyes dark.

Tom Riddle put his arms under Wenxiu Lord's armpits and knees and picked him up horizontally. He bit that unreasonable mouth and led him to the double bed.