After the whitewashing of Chaoying, they were reborn [Comprehensive Yingmei]

After drinking blueberry juice just now, his little tongue and lips were soft and sweet. Clark couldn't hold back, so he kissed back a little harder, and crushed Sasha on the table.

Sasha groaned.

Clark straightened up immediately: "I'm sorry, are you hurt?"

The little mentally handicapped rolled on the table for a while, feeling extremely happy, and kissed his arm again.

Clark was helpless.

He should have gotten used to the pampered and beautiful little prince long ago, but he has a canine personality in his heart.

Sasha: "Today, I am going to grant another wish. Which kid is so lucky?"

Clark put his hands on the table and looked at him with a smile: "I don't think it's my little friend this time?"

Sasha: "No! It's you! Come up with a wish within ten seconds, or I'll find another kid!"

Clark quickly agreed: "I'll think about it right away."

He could see that Sasha was really happy, but he didn't know where his magic lamp genie would feed him candy every time he came out of the blue.

Honestly, he thought for ten seconds and then another ten seconds.

Don't mention too big wishes, lest the mentally retarded can't satisfy them and feel frustrated; and don't mention too small wishes, otherwise the mentally retarded will feel despised.

After thinking for 3 minutes, the man spoke cautiously.

Clark: "I just hope you can stay by my side happily all the time like you are now."

Sasha was silent for a while: "... Huh, it's too simple. Change it."

Clark smiled: "Simple?"

He went to kiss the dimple of the little prince.

"Since it's easy, can you promise me?"

——Until I lead the alliance and walk through this thorny road; until the new world is completed, no matter whether I wear glory or scold, I want you to be by my side.

When the time comes, he can take his little Eve back to Kansas—or any pretty place on earth.

It had to be warm for Sasha to like it.

After the earth has undergone changes, there will be no more screams and calls for help, and he does not need to be on standby anytime, anywhere, put on a uniform and leave Sasha.

He can be like a tired but satisfied retired soldier, holding the little prince's hand and walking slowly in the secluded and beautiful wheat field.

—They can go a long, long way.

Clark looked eagerly: "Is it okay not to change?"

Sasha didn't answer him.

With beautiful green eyes, he stared at the wind chime on the door frame, as if he suddenly became very interested in the weaving method of wheat ear wind chimes.

After looking at it for a while, he seemed to suddenly want to play a prank, and hung his two straight white legs under the loose shirt to the back of Clark's waist.

The man was afraid that he would fall, so he held someone to help him steady.

But he intensified, with both hands on the man's broad back muscles, scratching like a kitten.

The little prince's thin white fingers scratched him itchyly, but he couldn't move his hand to scratch.

Clark rolled his Adam's apple with difficulty: "...what do you want to do."

Sasha: "I want to play with you."

Clark: "What are you playing? Don't, come down quickly. I'll go to the kitchen and get you some milk."

Sasha: "Then you go."

But when Clark turned around and wanted to enter the kitchen, the T-shirt on his chest was bitten by the little golden retriever.

When he moved, the little golden retriever gave a pitiful "woo" and looked at him eagerly with those green eyes like forest lakes.

Clark had no choice but to stop still, holding his voice with difficulty: "...So, I'm going to get..."

Sasha: "I won't let you go."

Clark felt uncomfortable: "Then how do you drink it?"

Sasha stopped talking and started biting the tip of his ear.

He just happened to have a fever and discomfort in the past two days, so he blew hot air into the man's ear hole.

Clark held the little mentally handicapped in both hands, there was no way to avoid it, and he couldn't put him down after two circles. After thinking about the wording for a long time, he choked out a non-threatening warning:

"Sasha, you're getting worse and worse."

Sasha laughed: "I'm not good, what can you do~~"

He was right, and Clark really couldn't do anything with him.

His body was soft and beautiful, but it was too fragile.When the Kryptonian squeezed it lightly, he would get bruises. Usually, when Clark was walking around with him in his arms, he was afraid of melting in his mouth and afraid of falling in his hands.

He bet that Clark didn't dare to put him on the bed without the red sun, so he could recruit him vigorously.

——It's best to get him to forget about that topic.

Clark was a Boy Scout, but he was also a man.

So Sasha died like this, and the bed board was crushed again.

The little mentally handicapped man was like a wrung-out rag, weakly drying beside the man.

His well-developed tear ducts were drained again, and Clark had to stop halfway and find a tissue to wipe his face twice—otherwise the little mentally retarded would have to eat his own tears while screaming.

Sasha said weakly: 【My epitaph...to increase...】

System: [It is suggested that the dog host's epitaph be directly changed to "Ask the curve to save the country", once and for all. 】

Sasha grunted.Because the god of the world was behind him, kissing his bare shoulders one after another, itching him to death.

The man's voice was still hoarse: "Are you okay, Sasha?"

Sasha lingered: "My leg hurts..."

Clark was nervous: "Where does it hurt?"

Sasha: "The middle of the leg hurts."

He had just taken the half-dead little golden retriever to the bathroom and washed it carefully.

Clark carefully stretched out his hand, wanting to check whether it was clean or not, but when he touched it, the little prince became swollen and swollen, so he didn't dare to touch it, so he had to use his wide palm to rub someone's leg.

Clark said softly, "What else is uncomfortable?"

Sasha held his golden-haired head up in his arms, talking nonsense: "There is also pain in the front."

Clark didn't understand, but he remembered that he was dawdling on the little mentally retarded's beautiful legs, and after he got rid of himself, he also helped the little mentally retarded.

The Kryptonian's super speed can catch fire in minutes. Sasha screamed miserably and flatteringly, and lost the bed.

Scout blinked his blue eyes, feeling somehow accomplished.He massaged the little prince's waist again, and kissed his white butt.

Sasha was really disgusted with his father's bad habit of gnawing everywhere, and he stretched his hands behind his back feebly, waving wildly in the air, trying to beat him;

As a result, Luan Wu's hand was also held.The man kissed his fingers for a long time, and said with a smile in his voice, "What a little mental retardation."

Sasha:?

Seeing his round green eyes, Clark knew he was very, very dissatisfied with the title.

However, he was not very willing to change, and wanted to ask Sasha why he liked calling Daddy so much on the bed.

Clark: "I'll give you medicine... just bear with it, baby."

When Sasha heard the man calling him baby in a low voice, his skin was so numb that his skin got goosebumps.

But he just likes the god of the world coaxing him like this, when the man rubs him back and forth, his scalp tingles with pleasure.The little prince squinted his eyes and hummed, his voice became softer and sweeter.

...so the man was hooked up again.

Clark: "..."

I don't know what kind of animal he raised, is it a little mentally retarded or a little goblin? ? ?

Sasha drank the milk and thought to himself, this is his compensation for the man's wish.

As a result, most of the guilt in my heart finally disappeared.

The little prince rubbed his head on Clark, not saying a word of love to accompany him in battle.

... When it comes to literary literacy, Sasha really can't beat him.But he went to touch a pen by the bed and showed his white belly again.

Clark was afraid that he would catch cold, so he hurriedly clutched his belly: "What's wrong?"

Sasha: "I want you to write down all the compliments you've said about me."

Clark smiled: "Written on the belly?"

Sasha: "I like it, I want you to write it on me."

Clark couldn't hold him back—he was going to wash people's stomachs anyway when he finished writing.

I had no choice but to touch his white belly and write love poems on the soft skin of the little prince.

God's handwriting is not the same as Sasha's always round capital letters; his handwriting looks beautiful and powerful.

He read it softly while writing, but in the end he wanted to praise the little prince too much, and he didn't finish writing below the navel, so he stopped writing with a blushing face.

Sasha looked down: "Why does Clark write better than me?"

Clark comforted him: "Because I used to be a copy reporter, and I often wrote articles."

Sasha waited for him to pick up the subject: "Before? Before what?"

Clark: "...a long time ago."

Sasha stretched out her two soft arms to hug his neck: "Tell me about it!"

Clark couldn't resist this, first covered the little prince's belly, then hugged him and kissed his head, while whispering to him about the past.

Explain the city of tomorrow, the Daily Planet; talk about his experience as a war reporter and his desire for the Pulitzer Prize;

——The part about him is more like a "human" before.

Sasha: "Did you take all the pictures on the wall?"

Clark: "Mostly. And some... my dad did."

Speaking of this, he remembered that the only camera he had rescued seemed to be still kept in this small apartment.

His job is a text reporter, not the photojournalist that Peter Parker will become in the future, but of course there are still many places where cameras are used in his work.

After thinking about it, Clark suddenly became a little interested, and climbed out of bed to look for the camera.

Sasha was still sitting under the quilt: "What are you doing?"

Clark smiled: "Shall I take a picture of you? After all, you are so pretty."

Sasha hurried to pick up the clothes under the bed.

As a result, his clothes were torn, so he went to the closet and found a man's clothes to wear.

Facing Clark's camera, he pawed his messy golden hair, with a slightly nervous expression: "Is this okay?"

Clark looked at the sweet blond-haired little angel who belonged to him in the camera, quietly pressed the record button, and then smiled and said, "Smile."

In his lens, the little prince blinked his green eyes and smiled at him.

Sasha: "Are you ready? Show me~"

Clark was a little reluctant to stop: "Laugh one more time."

The little golden retriever grinned foolishly at him again.Those two soft dimples almost made him dizzy.

Sasha smiled painfully: "Are you ready?"

Clark: "Wait a minute..."

Sasha's temper: "Why don't you always press the shutter! I won't take pictures!"

He went to hit Clark with a pillow, and ended up tearing his ass, causing him to roll on the bed with a groan.

Clark hurried to help him with one hand, but he was still reluctant to put down the camera with the other hand. Sasha saw the clue: "Are you recording?"

The little prince took his petal-like lips and kissed the camera.

The result was a wet mouth watermark.

The picture was blurred by his kiss, so I couldn't shoot it.

Clarke lowered his camera and swooped in, kissing the pouting petal.

At this moment, he saw the way the little prince looked at him, and the red ears.

That look in his eyes made Clark feel happy for a moment.

Happier than a little golden retriever pounced on him and said tens of thousands of "I like you the most~".

The man finishes recording and the camera is put aside.

Once again, he kissed his little Eve and pressed him down under the quilt, covering him gently.