no star

A tiny piece of chicken skin spread out on Rong Ju's arm. He and Li Xingmo glanced at each other in disbelief, and then zoomed in on Ling Mi's photo, and even listed a separate screen, but the people in the photo seemed to be indistinguishable no matter what. Vigorous, with almost no fine lines at the corners of the eyes; logically speaking, even though the Rong family no longer has much affection for Rong Ju, but the events of the year were full of turmoil, which would always add more worries, but Ling Mi has almost no trace of being wasted. She was young and beautiful, even like an unmarried young girl.

Li Xingmo felt that he had touched a fragment of the truth, but he didn't know how to straighten it into a complete context. He said cautiously: "Actually, a photo like this will be more beautified."

It's not that he doesn't believe it, it's just that if Ling Mi really reverts to a child, then this thing is too unbelievable, at least in the history known to mankind, there has never been any kind of technology that can do it.Rong Ju had recovered from the initial shock, he held Li Xingmo's hand tightly, and asked suddenly: "What if the unfalling stars of the first galaxy are based on the fourth galaxy?"

Li Xingmo's head was still resting on Rong Ju's shoulder, and he said in a low voice, "As I said just now, if they succeed, they will create a monster stronger than me."

Millertree's genetic modification of the human body has reached its peak. Carrying out their unfinished follow-up on this basis is equivalent to standing on the shoulders of giants, at least compared to the situation when Millertree first started researching. It was much better. Rong Ju and Li Xingmo both thought of this level, and the atmosphere was sluggish for a moment. After a while, Rong Ju pretended to be relaxed and said: "Don't think about this for now."

There are too many things lying in front of the two of them, whether it is the current Poole, or Ling Mi who has suddenly regained his vitality for some reason, each and every one cannot be easily resolved. The night is short, and thinking about it will only add to the annoyance ;Compared to this, Rong Ju is more concerned about another matter in front of him, "Hey boy, what should we do during the flood season?"

Mr. Rong is very gentleman in this respect, even though his willingness to get close has reached the peak, he still left the choice to Li Xingmo; it stands to reason that Omega is dominated by the flood season, so it has never said much on this matter right.Hearing this, Li Xingmo blinked slowly, and said slowly: "What should I do?"

Rong Ju repeated it again patiently: "Flood season, boy, your flood season is coming."

He only thought that the other party didn't hear clearly, and didn't think about the other meaning of Li Xingmo's words. He regarded the other party as a child who was a little slow to respond, but he didn't expect that Li Xingmo also replied vaguely: "What can I do?"

Rong Ju was a little strange, he straightened Li Xingmo from his body, looked at the dodging eyes and the red ears of the other party, and finally realized belatedly that he was the dull child, he opened his mouth without noticing Even his voice was laughing, he was so weak: "Huh? I don't know, you tell me yourself."

Li Xingmo was a little anxious, and the coming flood season magnified his emotions, so that his expression was aggrieved, and he looked so depressed that he could pinch water; but the words were said by himself, and this kind of hint was already the limit of what he could do , so he pursed his mouth tightly, kept silent, his eyes were bright and moist, and he just stared at Rong Ji stubbornly, until the other party touched his cheek with a little helplessness, and admonished him gently like an elder: " Children, why are you crying? You have a mouth that wants to talk."

If Li Xingmo was still sane, he would probably be furious because of this obvious joke, but it must not be now, because Rong Ju's palm was pressing the gland that could kill him, and his rough fingertips brushed against his delicate skin. neck, making him unable to do anything except sobbing softly, his body is being swept by a familiar heat, which is the flood season fever that omega must go through, but it seems to be different from the past few years, because Rong Unsteadily, she leaned over and kissed his eyebrows, "Baby."

He trembled like an electric shock, then closed his eyes and called softly, "Mr. Rong."

What you see may be false, and what you hear may be false, so close your eyes, cover your ears, feel whether your body temperature is hot, whether your heartbeat is deafening, and the body's reaction can no longer be false.The two bodies were close together, and he could even feel the other's beating pulse, which was fresh and belonged to his alpha, his legal partner, not the same memories in his sleep, and they were creating a history that belonged to two people at this moment.

Li Xingmo had never felt himself alive so clearly.

He put his rationality behind him and willingly became a slave of his desire/desire. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether time was moving forward or backward?

At this moment, his eyelashes were wet, as if he had been drenched in heavy rain, and he called out Rong Ji's name repeatedly, as if he wanted to make up for what he owed all these years. In the end, he was talking nonsense, what Mr. Rong, Mr. Rong, or More recently, he asked the other party why he called Mr. Ruan in the afternoon.

If time goes backwards, if this moment is the end, will it be a brand new story?

In this story, he will first return from Phil Aim, meet Rong Ji, and the two return to Lao Futi together. To the space station when we first saw it, and finally returned to the sea of ​​people.

That's good too.

Love/tide and heat waves stir up a sparkling water, Li Xingmo is the boat that is about to capsize, the only thing to cling to is Rong Ju's palm and arm; he keeps crying, like ice cubes melted in the sun, The shell became crispy, and when it was knocked, bitter water flowed out. When the love was strong, it seemed cumbersome to say anything, until Rong Zhi leaned over and kissed his wet eyes, and his voice was hoarse and magnetic:

"Welcome back, my Xingmo."

He fell lightly into someone's arms, and at this moment, he finally returned to the hustle and bustle of the world.

My love, if the journey is far away, if the journey is full of wind and frost, making you forget what it was like at the beginning, it doesn't matter, I will remember it for you.You just need to hold back your wet wings before the new storm comes, and stay under my wings with peace of mind. I will offer you my softest fur. When the last thunder sounds, I will bless you ——

Have a good dream and wake up to a clear sky.

—"Hey, if anyone ever mentions the goddamn thing I did after Poole..."

——"What is that, I have forgotten."

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