Rebirth of the Double-faced Superstar

"If I dislike you, I won't bring you back. Except for my mother... I haven't let anyone else in my house."

Fu Xindong felt that he had uttered this sentence completely with a slightly hot face, so that no matter how Luo Xi would feel after hearing this sentence, he seemed to suddenly become timid, carrying Ham turned around and flashed into the kitchen.

Luo Xi, who was taking off her coat, stopped her arms in mid-air, and after a few seconds, she slowly took off her coat.

He heard what Fu Xindong said in a low voice, but his usually flexible mouth seemed to have suddenly lost his job, and he didn't know what to say.

The big bed was very soft, he turned it upside down casually, and hugged one of the pillows in his arms.

Fu Xindong's big bed was just like his own person, it looked cold and hard on the outside, but it was only when he lay on it that he realized how warm and comfortable it was.

This warmth and comfort made Luo Xi let go of all her body from the inside to the outside, and lay flat on the bed in a relaxed manner.There seemed to be a faint smell seeping in from his nostrils. It was a mixture of the clean body odor of an adult man and the smell of tobacco. He took a deep breath, seemed to realize something, and suddenly pressed the pillow against the own face.

Peeling, washing, and dicing bamboo shoots; cutting meat, washing, and dicing... Fu Xindong was busy in the kitchen methodically, his light gray T-shirt was slowly wet with sweat, and there were fine beads of sweat rolling on his forehead. Occasionally he would Stop what you are holding, and listen quietly to see if there is any sound coming from the bedroom.

No.

The boy seemed really tired, as if he had fallen asleep on his big bed.

In Fu Xindong's mind, he thought of the dream that he often recalled in the early morning of the previous few days.

Thinking of the protagonist in the dream who was tossing, tearing, and finally surrendering, lying on the bed where he did calisthenics every morning, Fu Xindong's body, which was already sweating from the humid heat of the kitchen, felt even hotter.

He tore off the T-shirt casually, and threw it aside. The hazy yellow light hit his broad back, and the light and shadow interlaced, highlighting his muscular lines even stronger.

So when Luo Xi rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked to the door of the kitchen, he stopped suddenly, his bright black eyes half-closed involuntarily, and then he leaned quietly against the door frame, like a peeping bird. A cat whose owner cooks gourmet food.

A strong aroma has already begun to flow in the small kitchen, seeping into people's nostrils, it seems that even those hard and cold kitchen utensils are warmed by this smell.

Luo Xi's eyes lingered and moved slowly on Fu Xindong's vigorous back, as if he didn't want to let go of every thin texture.

He saw a bead of sweat slipping down the man's neck, silently, flowing down the deep slit on his back, and it was about to flow into the junction of the black jeans and his waist.

At that moment, Luo Xi's Adam's apple was sliding up and down inadvertently, as if she was thirsty, and as if she wanted to taste something.

There was a wind blowing, and there was a rustling sound from the window. His body that had just woken up seemed to convulse, and his body leaning against the door frame slowly stood up straight.

Fu Xindong lifted the lid of the pot to look at it, smelled it vigorously, and nodded.

The smell satisfied him, he rubbed his hands together, suddenly noticed something, and turned around abruptly.

"woke up?"

With her hands in her trouser pockets, Luo Xi seemed to be standing quietly at the door of the kitchen with a hint of a smile on her face.

"Aren't you cold naked?"

Just getting up from the warm bed, Luo Xi felt a slight chill on his body. Looking at Fu Xindong, who was naked from the upper body, he suddenly had an urge to lean on this person's back, and maybe he didn't have any other thoughts. , just inexplicably felt that he should be cold, and wanted to hug him with his warm body.

"I'm sweating too much. It's not cold. The soup will be ready soon. Go wash your hands and get ready to serve."

Fu Xindong looked down at his swollen chest, feeling a little embarrassed, saw Luoxi go to the bathroom, hurriedly pulled off the T-shirt and put it on.

Two people sat face to face at the dining table, each guarding a large soup bowl.

"I can't drink anymore," Luo Xi rubbed her stomach with her hand, "I really admire myself, this gift is so well-given, the recipient works hard, and the gift giver enjoys it, haha!"

He smiled while licking the corner of his mouth, with a bright light in his eyes.

Fu Xindong himself only drank a bowl, so he was busy helping Luo Xi to refill the soup back and forth. Seeing that he got a cheap price and acted like a good boy, he put on a straight face, "How can there be so many good things, are you full? Pick up the dishes and wash the dishes A dragon is all yours!"

Luo Xi curled her lips. After all, she was soft-spoken, so she didn't refute. She stood up and brought both of their bowls to the kitchen.

Fu Xindong found a pair of rubber gloves from a cabinet on the side and threw them to him, "Wear some, thin skin and tender flesh, don't rough up the star's hands, I can't afford it."

Luo Xi glanced at his hand with the cigarette in it, it was thick and heavy, as powerful as his master, no wonder he didn't see what gloves he was wearing just now.

"What are you talking about, Uncle Policeman, didn't Viagra tell you about my background, tell you, I'm not a person who is afraid of suffering!" While speaking, he had already turned on the faucet and began to wash the dishes seriously.

The person leaning against the door frame became Fu Xindong.

He leisurely puffed out smoke rings, with no expression on his face, as if he was enjoying the lively scene in front of him.

Yes, this seemingly most homely scene, in the eyes of the expressionless Police Officer Fu, has already changed into another look.

Because in his slightly narrowed black pupils, a pair of violent hands seemed to grow out, and they were pressing the man leaning over to wash the dishes to the ground, stripping him of his clothes one by one.

His back must still be as smooth as when she wiped him, his waist must still be soft yet tough, and the curves he presented due to his slight bending over must still be so attractive.

It's just that the tattoo on the side of his lower back is still as red as blood?

"Hey!" Luoxi's mischievous and lazy voice rang in her ears.Fu Xindong was startled, and suddenly felt that his hand was hot, and the cigarette had already burned to the end.

Luo Xi was shaking her gloved hand in front of her, "What are you thinking about? Your eyes are straight."

I miss you, I want to strip you naked, I want to press you on the big bed, and I fuck you with all my strength!

"Oh, I suddenly thought of the murderer of that case, and my mind was distracted."

Fu Xindong swallowed the words he really wanted to say in his heart, and put out the cigarette butt pretending to be calm.

Luo Xi not only washed the dishes, but also tidied up the stove and rinsed the pot, and the whole kitchen returned to a fresh and clean state.

"Very capable! I really can't tell." Fu Xindong shook his neck and stretched his arms. He hadn't exercised much for two days, and his muscles and bones felt a little tight.

"After drinking such a great soup, it's nothing to do some work." Luo Xi took off her gloves and shook her neck.

"Then... you can come to drink often in the future. I like to do things, but I don't like to clean up." Fu Xindong said in a low voice.

Luo Xi just walked up to him, and when he heard his words, his eyes flickered in the air, and the corners of his mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back, and just shook his head slightly.

His eyes fell on a small partition behind Fu Xindong, where there was a beautiful display rack, on which there seemed to be some trophies and medals.

"These are all military medals, how many grades are they? Hehe, they look awesome. I have to see them well."

Luo Xi rubbed his shoulders from Fu Xindong's side and walked out, leaving behind a faint scent of body fragrance wafting in the disappointment of the man.

Fu Xindong followed Luo Xi to the partition with a trace of frustration.

"What kind of military medals, Zhang Guan Li Dai, these are the commendations that have been solved in some major cases in the past few years. Some are third-class merits, some are second-class merits. When you first get them, you will be excited, but after a long time, it will be the same. Work."

Although Luoxi's shaking of the head brought Fu Xindong a little disappointment, it was not obvious from his calm expression and calm words.

"These honors are definitely not easy to come by. You are a criminal policeman, and the people you deal with are all desperadoes. You must have been injured, right?" Back, in my impression, there seems to be no obvious scars.

Fu Xindong glanced at him, and the eyes of the two collided. He suddenly felt a little impulsive, and stretched out his hand to lift his T-shirt, "Look."

Luo Xi's dark eyes widened in an instant, and Fu Xindong's strong back was firmly imprinted in his mind, but the strong chest that was suddenly exposed in front of him was because he put on the T-shirt quickly just now. Didn't have time to really appreciate it.

It can be clearly seen that this is a man who has undergone strict physical training.

His body is strong but not overly exaggerated, and his strong muscles are full of lines. Although his size is not too big, he is full of masculinity that cannot be said by an adult man.

It's just that on the surface of the wheat-colored body, on his right chest, right shoulder, and left rib, there are very obvious brown scars.

Under the dizzy yellow light, Luo Xi's eyes slowly wandered between those scars, probably because he drank too much soup, and the blood in his body seemed to be concentrated in his stomach, so that at this moment, he felt faint. Feeling an inexplicable dizziness.

This dizziness caused him to lose his brain's tough control over his body. Unknowingly, he raised his hand, and his slender and warm fingers slowly stretched towards the strong and naked chest of the man in front of him.

The scar on the right chest is the largest and appears to be the darkest.Luo Xi gently stroked the irregular scar, and carefully scratched it with her clean and neat nails, as if she wanted to remove it from the firm and hot chest with the strength of her fingers.

"This is when he was hunting down a desperado who killed three people in a row, he shot him coldly, and he lay in the hospital for two months."

Fu Xindong spoke in a low voice, staring greedily at Luo Xi's face.

He didn't expect that the handsome boy in front of him would suddenly reach out to touch him. This soothing movement made his heart beat wildly, like the rough sea in a storm.

He could feel sweat dripping from his forehead, swallowing in his throat, and he could feel uncontrollable parts of his body exuding masculine strength.

Luo Xi suddenly retracted the hand that was stroking Fu Xindong's strong chest muscles, and gently lifted the hem of her T-shirt.

Fu Xindong was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes, only to see the boy turned his body slightly and pointed to the blood-red tattoo on his waist, "I think the scar on your body is more beautiful than my tattoo."

The author has something to say: If possible, I would like to be the heaviest scar on your body...