Rib Flower [Ability]

Sayero picked him up and put him on the bed, tore a piece of paper to clean up his messy lower body.His wiping movements were very meticulous, his callused fingers brushed the seam between his legs and buttocks, every corner was spared, and he even lowered his head to check the part that was inserted by him.

The hair brushed the skin of the buttocks, and Helo retracted his legs like an electric shock, as if it was another person who seduced the other party in a fit of anger a moment ago, and Sayero firmly grasped his ankles, wrapping him in a blanket Carry it into the bathroom and put it on the sink.

Sayero took off the shower, turned his back to him and rolled up his sleeves to adjust the water temperature. The sweat-soaked suit and shirt showed his powerful back muscles, and every line on the wild and mysterious tattoo exuded unfading sexiness , but his behavior is as plain and meticulous as the husband of an ordinary family.

Husband—if only he were his husband?

Helo stared at him obsessively in the mist, but hurriedly turned his eyes away when Sayero turned around.

"What are you looking at? Not enough? Little pervert." Sayero stood in front of him, pinched his earlobe jokingly, raised his arm to lift the shower, water drops flowed down his body, and rolled over his toned chest .

Then he took his hand and stroked his rocky muscles inch by inch.The touch of the palm was too shocking, Herlo shrank back instinctively, his back was pressed against the mirror, his shoulder line and collarbone were stretched into a tight line, his chest rose and fell sharply, and he stretched his five fingers frantically across his chest and abdomen, full of strength The ravine is like touching a miracle, and even impulsively wants to kiss and lick it.

He has no way of knowing the imprint that time has left on this man.

He knew almost nothing about what Sayero experienced before he was born, except for the information that was dug out by himself and constructed from cold data.not enough.

Far from enough.

Wanting to be someone who used to be in his life, rooting deeply.

Sayero raised the shower to the top of his head, and inserted his fingers into his hair: "From now on, you can touch and see as you want, without my permission. This is your privilege, you know?"

As if going back in time, Herlo nodded in a daze, and then blurted out subconsciously: "I know...Master."

"What are you screaming for?" Sayero scolded him in a low voice, but his fingertips couldn't help but slipped to the metal ring around his neck, and a sick feeling of satisfaction penetrated into the blood vessels and swelled up.

Even without this, he was firmly bound by him, filled with his whole heart.

This thought prompted Sayero to grab the back of Helo's neck passionately, forcing him to look up. He lowered his head and kissed the ring around his neck, and the tip of his tongue slipped through the gap, causing Helo to let out a sensational moan .He wanted to have sex with his creator, even to the point of death, and he didn't want to be separated for a second.

He closed his eyes indulgently, hugged Sayero's back, his legs tightened around his thin waist, and his slender fingers dug into his clothes like tree roots in the water.

Sayero let out a suppressed muffled groan, lifted him up, and poked the shower down toward his back.

The warm water flowed into the buttocks, and the gentle violation of the neck was suffocating. The body that had just been ravaged by the rain and dew immediately reacted sensitively. Helo supported the edge of the sink, and fell to the side, and was picked up by Sayero Hugged into the bathtub, the person was lying on the wall of the bathtub, but the waist and buttocks were stretched high by the opponent's hand.

The shower was aimed at the back hole, and the rushing water flowed backwards from the heel of the legs to the lower abdomen, like peeing while hugging.This posture made him extremely ashamed. He struggled to hide, but he couldn't twist Sayero's strength, and he was slapped on the buttocks.

"Don't move around...it's swollen and needs to be cleaned."

The man's tone of coaxing a child made him want to find a place to get up, but he could only lie helplessly on the edge of the bathtub, aggrieved and embarrassed, and burst into tears.

"I hate you to death...Sayero, you just rely on me to like you..." Hearing his tone like a bullied child, Helo immediately blocked his mouth with his fist.

One hand pulled his hand away, and his body was turned over. He stubbornly twisted and refused to give in. His naked body was like a slippery fish, and he dragged Sayero into the bathtub, knocking his head. On the faucet, it fell into the opponent's big palm and rubbed gently.

"Just like it?" Sayero leaned down, asking softly and viciously.

"You obviously know everything..." He raised his head and murmured with his eyes wide open, "You know how much I love you..."

The moment he choked up his throat, he vaguely remembered this confession that he seemed to have said a long time ago, but at that time Sayero was even more out of reach than now.

He has been chasing desperately for so many years, and finally waited until Sayero looked down at him, but it still felt so unreal, like a phantom that would dissipate as soon as he touched it.

I don't know whether it was the pain or the comfort that broke the vulnerable nerve, and the negative emotions that were about to rot in my heart suddenly spewed out unstoppably.He just lay on his back at the bottom of the bathtub, curled up under his sweetheart, his lips trembled a few times, and he burst into tears uncontrollably.

He cried without any restraint, whimpering like a small animal, and wiped the tears on his face indiscriminately, completely disregarding his image.

Sayero stood there in a daze, helpless for the first time facing the boy he raised with his own hands.

He subconsciously reached out his hand to wipe his tears, but the more he wiped Helo, the more he cried, and the tears rolled down his fingertips like broken beads, which were shockingly hot.

"You just rely on my love for you... woo...you can throw me around, rub me flat and round, and throw me aside at every turn. I'm not a kitten or puppy. I just wait for you to feed me some food." Satisfied!"

Sayero stared at him absent-mindedly, and took him into her arms.It seems that for the first time, this stubborn and perverse kid didn't hide the slightest bit in front of him, and cried unscrupulously like a child.

"I wish I wasn't a clone. I even hope that I am Ai Ling, and I can die with your nostalgia, so that you can remember me forever, and I can't tolerate other people in your eyes anymore..."

Helo was so dizzy from crying, he couldn't choose what to say, and poured out all he wanted to say.

"Until the end of the world, you will only love me, only want me..."

Sayero caressed his thin and trembling back, thinking to himself: With the temper of a kid, how could he love him so desperately?How does this make him feel at ease to let him leave him, even for a second?

He leaned close to his ear, and fondled his wet silver hair back with his fingers, so that his lips could kiss his earlobe without any gap.

"For me, you are unique, stupid boy." Sayero whispered his name, grabbed his hand and put it on his heart, passing the steady and rapid heartbeat through his palm.

"Your wish has already come true here."

After waiting for a while, except for the sound of even breathing, Sayero didn't get any response. Thinking that Helo was still angry, he looked down and couldn't help but laugh.

After a whole night of tossing, this kid actually fell asleep in his arms after crying a lot, and perfectly missed his affectionate confession that had been brewing for a long time.

"I also said that I am not a child, exactly the same as when I was a child." Sayero scraped the tip of his red nose with his hand, brushed his fingertips over his tightly pursed lips, and leaned down to kiss the Sleeping Beauty in his arms.

Because of this curse-like kiss, Herlo's whole body relaxed, and she lay softly in Sayero's arms, her head unconsciously rubbing against his chest, but her slender legs held his waist tightly.

——But from the point of view of attractiveness alone, this kid is indeed no longer a child.

Sayero frowned, and struggled to pick up the young man hanging on his body like a koala, stood up from the bathtub, put him back on the bed, and wiped his body carefully as he did when he was a child.Helo was sleeping soundly on his lap, with still wet tears in the corners of his eyes, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes rolled around under his eyelids, as if a huge beast was approaching in his sleep, making him feel panic disturbed.

What are you dreaming about?

Is it about yourself?How could he make him so scared?

He stopped rubbing his hands to dry the hair in his arms, brushing his trembling eyelashes, and at the same time, he suddenly noticed the time on the watch.

There was only one hour left before he returned to cia.