Rebirth Poppy

When he woke up, the wind was light and the clouds were clear, and the sun was shining brightly.

There is a kind of soreness in the body that has been stretched too much, and he is completely naked.

Pull the quilt up and roll it under the armpits, sit up and look around.

This is obviously a bedroom. The room is decorated in delicate warm tones. There is a desk on the left wall. There are a few books on the desk with the pages turned. It can be seen that the owner has not finished reading the books.

After that, there were a few photos, and the angle was somewhat backlit, and he could vaguely see a few smiling faces.

He grabbed the quilt with one hand, got out of bed barefoot, and stepped forward on the fluffy blanket.

Only then did it become clear that the protagonists of the photo were two boys.

There are full-body photos and photo stickers, two or three years old, seven or eight years old, thirteen or fourteen years old. In these photo frames, he can clearly see their growth marks.

He looked at it carefully, and the confusion and fear in his heart were washed away by these frozen smiles. His thin white fingers paused, and he picked up the only photo with three figures.

Under the red sunset, two boys who have grown into handsome boys are sitting cross-legged on the grass, and they are talking to the handsome man in front of him with high spirits. Out, he tilted his head slightly forward, obviously listening carefully.

The picture is so warm that you can't help but smile.

There was a smooth touch from his fingers, and he realized that at some point, his fingers had been caressing the images of the two boys on the photo.After a pause, he gently put the photo back in place and flipped through the pages of the book on the table.

They are all books on making snacks, among which is a thin notebook, with two words that are too beautiful for men on the cover: Xia Tong.

2.

Xia Tong?

He didn't look at other items in the house anymore, but took a look at it for a while, and then walked into the bathroom.

When he woke up, he found that his mind was blank and he had no memory.

I don't remember who I am or where I am.

He has no past and no future, but he doesn't have much fear.

The mirror that occupied almost the entire wall of the bathroom fully contained his appearance, as he thought, he was exactly the same as the man in the photo.

The difference is that he is only wrapped in a bed sheet, and there are little red marks on his bare neck and shoulders, spreading down.

feeling bad.

He frowned, and the discomfort that had been lingering in his heart intensified at this moment - he wanted to take a bath, very much.

Only now did he discover what was the source of the discomfort that had been haunting him ever since he woke up.

He immediately complied with his heart, let go of the sheets on his body, and walked under the shower head.

The water curtain couldn't stop the line of sight. He didn't deliberately study the marks on his body, but the mirror faithfully reflected them, and he couldn't even look at them if he didn't want to.

Compared with the marks on his neck, the battle conditions on other parts of his body are even more shocking.

Green and red marks are almost all over his body, the nipples that are bigger than ordinary men are red and swollen, and there is a fresh one on the left areola, which is obviously a tooth mark bitten out during love.

Women can't do that.

He sighed, as expected.

There is an irregular white scar two or three inches below the navel, more than ten centimeters long, the scar is slightly sunken than the rest of the skin, and the finger feels a little rough. He can't see what the injury is, but it seems to want to erase something As if deliberately removing this piece of skin.

He shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and still spread his legs slightly... When he touched the abnormal organ of an unusual man, his thin white fingers trembled, and he still poked inside.

It is obvious that there is excessive friction, and even the part that is not completely closed still has numbness, and the place where there is a strong foreign body feeling does not feel sticky, it seems that it has been cleaned.

He sighed silently again, from the time he woke up to now, no matter how surprising he found it was for ordinary people, he still had the mentality of 'that's it'.

Except for the joy those two children gave him, the rest was unexpected, and it was expected helplessness.

3.

It was easy to find the closet. Most of the clothes hanging in it were suitable for him, but there were also one-third of the clothes with obviously different styles... Was it his lover?Or the gold master?

He raised his eyebrows, picked out a suit of clothes and put them on, and instead of walking out of the bedroom door, he sat down at the desk, picked up the photo frame again, and looked at the two children carefully.

His curiosity and affection for these two children surpassed everything else.

It wasn't until someone leaned over and hugged him behind him, almost covering his whole body, and even his ear was bitten at the same time, that he came to his senses and struggled to stand up suddenly.

The visitor was a good-looking man, probably in his early thirties.The upper body is naked, wearing only a pair of loose trousers, the face is sharp and sharp, and the eyes are sharp, implying prestige. He is in a high position and has a masculine charm.From the sweat beads that were still dripping down from his muscles, and his slightly shortness of breath, he could guess that he came directly to this bedroom just after exercising.

Because of his struggling movements, the man was a little surprised, and seemed a little, injured?He didn't hold him tightly, and let go of his hand as he struggled.

He immediately took a few steps back, looking at the man vigilantly but clearly.

The man who made those marks on him must be him.No wonder, he didn't react until he was hugged, presumably because his body was too familiar with him.

The man stood there without moving, his Adam's apple rolled twice before he asked, "Tongtong, what's wrong?"

Tongtong?

He looks like he's not in his thirties but in his twenties, right?At this age, such a title really makes people disagree.

However, let him confirm that he is indeed Xia Tong, the owner of the book on the desk.

Seeing that the man was a little anxious, but couldn't help but come over and try to hug him, Xia Tong turned his head and asked, "Who are you?"

His voice was too calm, so calm that there was no emotion involved, the man's already slow movements stopped suddenly, and he looked at him in surprise.

A thought suddenly popped up in my heart, although I was surprised why I thought so, but Xia Tong did it anyway.

He made a puzzled gesture, and before the man was about to utter the question, he asked again, "Who am I? And who are you to me?"

Sure enough, the man's rosy complexion after a workout turned pale as paper.