What the hell are you thinking? !

, withdrew his eyes and took back the potion, "Okay, I'll keep this potion!" I didn't say whether I believed Asa's words, but just left a word like this before turning around and leaving.

Afterwards, the attitude between the two of them seemed to have changed, but nothing seemed to have changed. It was said that there had been a change, because the communication between the two of them was much more than before. They had breakfast together, and when they left, they would If you tell the other party, you will also say hello when you come back; if there is no change, it means that the attitude of not being far or close between the two remains the same, and they will not take the initiative to ask about the other party's affairs, and will not pay attention to the other party's movements.It's just that this unsalty atmosphere of getting along with each other was soon broken by an unexpected incident. It was more than three months after the two of them worked together to brew the potion.

The sun has risen into the sky, the sky is clear, and the person who should have appeared in the kitchen a long time ago is nowhere to be seen. Guy sits on the sofa and reads the newspaper, but his eyes are obviously out of focus. He looks somewhere from time to time, but in When I came back to my senses, I was a little surprised by my reaction. Since when did I, who likes to be alone, get used to living with another person?

However, soon, this question was thrown into the corner of memory by Guy himself who thought it was too boring. After waiting for a while, Guy decided not to wait any longer, got up, and walked to his laboratory , walked a few steps, stopped again, paused, still couldn't hold it back, turned around and walked towards the direction I had looked at the most, and stopped in front of Asa's room.

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22. Suddenly found liking...

Knocked on the door, "Asa?"

He didn't get any response. He knocked on the door again, but the other party still didn't respond. When Guy wanted to leave impatiently, he heard a few groans. With a jump, without any further hesitation, Guy opened the door directly and walked into the room.

Asa's room is not big, and he only needs to walk a few steps to see the person on the bed completely. His small face is pale, his eyes are closed, his brows are wrinkled, and his white teeth are extremely white. On the lower lip, traces of bright red blood flowed out, staining the pale lips, a little coquettish, more fragile, both hands grasped the bed sheet under him, tightly wrinkled into a ball, the body curled up He twitched slightly, and the clothes on his body were already wet with cold sweat. It was obvious that Asa was enduring pain beyond his limits.

Suddenly, Guy's face was full of panic and distress that he didn't even notice. He came to Asa's side in a hurry, and threw down a detection magic, but the result surprised Guy a bit. And regret, is it the shock caused by the instability of the soul? !

When Asa said that he needed a soul stabilizer, he did not deny it. He was skeptical. After all, if the soul is unstable, the pain cannot be easily concealed. He didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Asa, so of course, he suspected that Asa was lying, so even though he and Miss made the potion together with Asa, he still maintained that attitude towards Asa afterwards. However, now the facts are in front of him, he was wrong, the boy on the bed has been enduring the pain of his soul being torn apart.

A little clumsily released a few healing white magics that he was not very good at at Asa. After relieving some of Asa's pain, he turned and walked out of the room. Those healing magics could only temporarily relieve the pain. He had to brew a soul stabilizer .

After calming down and brewing the soul stabilizer, Guy took the potion and returned to Asa's room. The boy on the bed was much better than before, but his brows were still frowning and his head was sweating like he was trapped in a nightmare. Unable to wake up, Guy yelled in a soft voice that had never been heard before.

"Asa?"

But the boy on the bed didn't respond to his calling, even his long eyelashes didn't even tremble. He looked at the potion in the bottle, and then at the tightly closed lips of the boy on the bed. He was still pale but he couldn't look away like a maniac, his teeth were no longer clenched, leaving a deep tooth mark, a smear of blood streaked across his paper-pale lips, alluring to the point of magic.

As if under control, Guy poured the medicine in the bottle into his mouth in a trance, leaned over, and touched Asa's lips, carefully pried open Asa's mouth with his tongue, and slowly released the medicine. The medicine was fed slowly, and soon, the potion was finished, but, whether it was intentional or unintentional, Guy stayed on Asa's lips for a few more seconds...

Still staring closely at the lips that were gradually stained red due to his drug feeding behavior, Guy licked his lips subconsciously, reminiscing about the feeling just now, a little numb, very comfortable and novel feeling, I really want to go deeper and deeper, I don't want to leave... What am I thinking? !Guy was a little shocked by the thoughts in his mind. When did he have such thoughts about the boy on the bed?

Yes, that’s right, during this time together, the boy brought him too many surprises. At first, the boy’s approval of black magic gave him the joy of being understood and his confidant. Later, the boy’s words were perfected. The prescription of the soul corrosive that he has been experimenting for a long time has made him work hard for half a month and finally has the result. The sense of fit when he cooperated to brew the potion made him a little nostalgic. He almost regarded the boy as his first friend in life, yes, almost, when he heard the boy reject the potion he gave him and said that what he needed was a soul stabilizer, he thought everything about the boy was fake , The hypocrisy made him very angry, and he felt cheated.

Later, he kept getting along with the young man at a not-too-distant distance, but once again unexpectedly discovered that the young man had as much in-depth research on black magic as his own, and, without the slightest sense of rejection, no matter what he said, the young man He can always connect with his own thinking, and even speak out his own thoughts. This kind of development makes him very novel. It is not uncommon for people to like black magic, but there are too many wizards because the so-called black magic is evil and these superficial The reason is that he easily gave up his liking for black magic, which made him very disdainful. If he thinks right, the boy can't help but appreciate it.

He still remembered the joy from the inside out when the young man talked about black magic. He did not hide it. The young man said that he does not reject white magic, but he prefers black magic. He thinks black magic has a wider range of applications than white magic. Wide, and more mysterious, the kind of mystery that could attract any wizard to understand deeply, including him.At that time, the boy's expression was so intoxicated, without any false praise, that he was dazed for a moment.

He has been living with the boy for nearly half a year. In the past six months, he thought that he knew the boy well enough. The boy likes black magic just like himself. The boy is as withdrawn as himself and has little contact with the outside world. In the room...too many similarities made him gradually forget the boy's "lie" at the beginning and regard the boy as his first friend, but now, the facts laughed at him, that "lie" was just himself Stupid self-righteousness, but with the disappearance of the teenager's "lie", what followed was his own "lie".

What friend?If it was really just a friend, how could I panic and be at a loss when I saw him in pain, completely forgetting the calmness and calmness in the past; It hurts, it is obvious that I am so indifferent; if it is really just a friend, why would I think about how to kiss the boy more deeply? !

So, what is it?What is it if not a friend?spouse?No, no, I can't talk about it, I just like it, I like this boy who is similar to me but different!Touching his own lips, recalling the feeling that made him nostalgic just now, maybe, he can try to go deeper?See if you can surpass liking and become his final nostalgia!As for the opinion of the boy on the bed, it is completely out of Guy's consideration. If he really wants it, then he will definitely get it by whatever means, without exception!

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23. Doubts after waking up...

After making a decision, Guy quietly set his eyes on the boy. It was the first time he looked at the boy on the bed so carefully. The blond hair similar to his was a bit long and of good quality. Even if he didn't get the master's careful care, Its luster is still dazzling, the boy's face is small, with a pointed chin, almost no flesh on the cheeks, too thin, the two eyebrows are very delicate, but still heroic, his eyes are tightly closed at this moment, and the eyelashes are raised , long, casting a shadow in front of the eyes, a firm nose, and a small mouth tightly pursed, because the bite was a bit broken just now, the paleness was stained with blood red, and it looked more and more... .tasty? !

Guy found that his mouth was suddenly thirsty, fixed his eyes on the bright red, licked his lips, as if he was bewitched, slowly lowered his head, and the distance slowly narrowed, finally, they merged into one, First, he lightly licked it with the tip of his tongue, paused, and suddenly sucked hard, as crazy as a traveler in the desert who found a sweet spring.