Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Chapter 89 Warm Like Spring

In his head, there are occasional blanks.

──Compromise.

In the countless excessive moments that should be angry, as long as I look at those dark eyes, somewhere in my heart seems to become soft.

Voldemort knew that something was definitely wrong with him, but when he wanted to think about it, the thoughts he was sorting out turned into a mess again...just like now.

Halfway through the bath, he was forcibly broken into by the boy. The young man who stood by the bath and let the goddess hold the spring to wash his body stared expressionlessly at the two-black boy with a naughty smile on his face. The smile on Tom's face when he walked in naked seemed Quite rascal, Voldemort lowered his eyes and blinked his red eyes, but the quickest reaction was the splash of water with a flick of his hand.

"Vol... oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Looking at the young man, even though he was naked, he still had no intention of covering up, he just folded his hands calmly, and the voice overflowing from his thin lips was so low and seductive that it made people's nasal cavity heat up, "I'm taking a shower, what are you doing here?"

"Uh huh~~" Even though he was wet and drowned, he didn't change his enthusiasm. Tom blinked his eyes with a wicked smile, put one hand on the door frame, and pulled the wet bangs on his forehead behind his head, revealing the boy's glorious forehead With sexy wet eyes, "Let's wash together, Voldy."

"...Together? I don't have the habit of washing too many times." Voldemort's gaze lightly swept across the boy's fair skin and slender limbs, his crimson pupils seemed to rest on the collarbone, and then he continued unaffected. Turned around, but Tom stepped forward at this moment, hugged Voldemort's neck from behind, the boy hanging on his back bit Voldemort's thin ear, and blew into it playfully, "But I have Well...Let me wash it for you or you wash it for me, Voldy, choose one."

"..." Voldemort's body was slightly stiff because of the young man's close skin and the casual teasing. He frowned silently, and after pulling Tom's hand a few times, he turned his head and glared at the young man angrily. When he turned around, Tom stole a kiss on his lips. The boy had already grabbed the sponge in his hand, smiled cutely like a fox, and blinked evilly, "Do you want me to take the initiative if you don't answer?"

Voldemort stared at Tom speechlessly for a moment, this unscrupulous and shameless guy was definitely not the same as he was 50 years ago, he took the sponge from Tom's hand through gritted teeth, but just threw it far away, then snorted coldly, He took a bucket of ice water and poured it on Tom's head.

The cold water was splashed on him, and Tom trembled instinctively, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was as comfortable and happy as if everything was under control. Such a complacent look made Voldemort want to whip, and Voldemort frowned. He pursed his thin lips, and after dragging Tom to lie on the edge of the pool, he squeezed the shampoo on the bear's head with a gloomy expression, and then slowly rubbed his fingertips on the boy's soft black hair.

Tom was always smiling during this process, with teasing and provocative eyes in his eyes, but when Voldemort honestly began to wash his hair, the feedback from Tom's mind turned out to be a blunt knife cutting flesh Generally rough and depressing pain.

Voldemort couldn't help frowning, staring at the brilliance on the corner of the boy's mouth.

"I never knew you would wash my hair..." Tom faintly murmured like a sigh, but there was still a cheerful and misleading arc on his lips, his face Facing the young man, the young man who let the young man rub his hair stretched out his arms and hugged the caregiver's slender waist, squinted his eyelashes and tilted his head with a smile on his face. Just by looking at his expression, he was definitely joking and nasty, "What's wrong, Could it be that you want me to serve you instead?"

Voldemort didn't answer, he just frowned and pressed the young man to the edge of the pool, making him turn his back to him, the fingers that had been resting started to move again, and his thoughts were empty... The soul can't lie, and Tom is ...Is that so?

"...Voldy?" Voldemort frowned and turned his head to think, but the boy whose hair was washed by the young man was restless. Tom, who was lying on the edge, leaned back with a hoarse voice, and looked at him with a strange look in his eyes. Voldemort was puzzled by the streamer, Voldemort still didn't respond, but when a certain boy leaned back, he pressed his shoulder viciously and put it into the water, "Puff...Wow puff! Cough cough cough...!"

"It's so noisy, if you want to take a bath, just be quiet." Seeing Tom's stupid appearance of being so handsome in front of him before, his face flushed with coughing and white bubbles on his face, Voldemort's mouth twitched in disbelief. The crimson eyes also faintly flashed a touch of subtle tenderness and connivance, but Tom, who captured this scene, unexpectedly changed his mood again. First, he was warm, happy and obsessed as if his heart almost melted, but then turned into emptiness within a few seconds. Painful despair and loneliness.

Feeling Tom's soul, Voldemort blinked his red eyes sluggishly, because he saw the false brilliance reflected on Tom's face, but it was too cheerful and false, which caused him to be hugged by the unwilling boy slowly. , "...It's too much, Voldy, don't you know it's fun?"

"...I just saw a stupid and cheeky brat." Bewildered by Tom's sudden change of mood and pretending to be happy, Voldemort lowered his thick black eyelashes lazily, and narrowed his eyelids. Pointing and whispering softly, "This is too much, are you so easily hurt?"

"Of course...you have to make it up to me." The boy responded brazenly, as if he didn't realize the meaning of Voldemort, the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to become brighter again, and Voldemort stared at the boy expressionlessly. For a moment of silence, he patted the boy's head slowly, but in fact he was ruffling Tom's wet hair, while Tom narrowed his black eyes in annoyance and displeasure after Voldemort made such a gesture to appease the kid, and lowered his head. Biting his lips: "...Using that method is not a way to comfort people."

The depraved breath like poppies fell and entangled with the touch of the lips, just like every time before, making Voldemort's suspicious thoughts once again at a loss.

Voldemort still didn't understand why, but when Tom started kissing himself, his heart throbbed again.

It was empty.

at a loss.

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