Intelligence Bureau

This time, finally as Lennart wished, he knocked on Arnold's door.

However, Lennart changed a hundred postures and knocked on the door for a full 3 minutes, but there was still no sign of anyone coming to open the door for him.Lennart put his head on the door panel with a bitter face, knocked on the door rhythmically, thinking about how to open the door without anyone noticing, and tell Arnold that it was him The door was left open.

Then Leinart, who stayed outside the door for another 3 minutes, once again played his thick-skinned hooligan attributes.Get up and back away for a distance, and then slammed forward, the door opened so simply...

Lennart clapped his hands to express his satisfaction and entered the room.At first, he stretched his head tentatively at the door, and called Arnold softly twice, but after no one answered, he just walked in like that.

According to visual inspection, Arnold is probably not in the room, otherwise such a big movement would have been handcuffed and tortured according to Arnold's sensitivity... This would be much easier, and when he comes back, he will say that he did not leave when he left Close the door.

Lennart made up his wishful thinking and began to wander around the house.And then when he got to the back room...

"Yo! Arnold, you are here!"

Arnold was leaning against the door of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe, with his hands folded around his chest, and a pair of cool eyes, since someone came into sight, he began to shoot non-stop.

The light yellow hair is messy, dripping water continuously. It seems that Arnold was just taking a shower. He rushed out when he heard the loud knock on the door at the end, but he just walked to the bathroom door. Someone has already entered without authorization.

"Lenate Costa, this is not your own room." Arnold watched someone walking towards him step by step, rolled up the bath towel on his shoulders, and walked in the opposite direction of the person while wiping his hair, waving Clear attitude of non-cooperation.

So Lennart Costa did another childish thing.

As Arnold walked past him, he grabbed at the straps of the bathrobe.Arnold's phoenix eyes glanced over in an instant, with a dangerous aura.

"Let go, get out."

The tone was obviously commanding, and there was an irresistible sense of oppression coming from Arnold's mouth, but Leinart was amused and smiled.He really deserves to be his arrogant little man~

When he knocked on the door, he obviously heard it but didn't answer it; when he broke in, he obviously could stop it but chose to stop at the bathroom door; Now that he was pulling his bathrobe tie, he became angry from embarrassment, clearly showing shyness, Arnold~

"Don't let it go~ unless Arnold asks me to wipe your hair for you~" You can either wipe your hair or take off your bathrobe to be honest, Arnold, you can choose one.

Arnold looked at someone's proud eyebrows, gave him a last look coldly, and motioned you to do it yourself, then stretched out his hand to pluck that white paw.

However, can Leinart, who can be thrown away by him, still be called Nougat?

Lennart didn't intend to pull the lace, but just pulled it with one hand, and used the other hand to block Arnold's attack.But he found that one hand couldn't block the attacks of Arnold's two hands, so he occasionally used the hand that was pulling the belt to block two attacks.So, after going back and forth, the willows and willows turned into shades unintentionally, and the moment the bathrobe was opened, Leinart was stunned in place.

Arnold's side, it's really not covered at all...

"It's not my fault~ Arnold himself is also responsible..." Leinart's originally relaxed and rising tone slowly dragged down into a meaningful coda at the end. Arnold just glanced at it, and used an incredible force from Leinart. Te pulled back the tie in his hand and put the bathrobe back on, completely blocking Lennart's sight from the bathrobe.

"Leinart Costa!" Arnold's face at this moment may no longer be described as black, and it is probably not enough to tear Lenat to pieces.

"Oh~ I didn't see anything~ I don't know what's below the lower abdomen." Lenart raised his hands to shoulder level, and his innocent appearance just raised Arnold's anger to another level.

"go out!The rest of Arnold's words were hidden under the thick towel, and Lennart rubbed his hair through the towel while coaxing: "Okay, I know I was wrong~ Arnold will catch a cold if he doesn't dry his hair ~So I should have let me brush your hair just now, balabalabala..."

Arnold was stunned for a few seconds under those big hands, listening to the endless soft voice, it was the first time he realized that the man was not only noisy but also very long-winded.

And if you don't stop him, he can keep talking... such as now.

"Don't be angry, Arnold, it's easy to get old~ I swear that Xiao Hei and I are absolutely innocent. The child used to listen to me more, so he inevitably became a little dependent. I have always put He is spoiled by his younger brother~ so Arnold don't want to be jealous of his younger brother~ and..."

"Leinart, have you said enough?" Arnold's voice came from under the bath towel. The original cold voice was covered with a layer of fog through the thick cotton cloth. It was deep and unusually magnetic. Listening to Lennart's hand.

Not only the voice, but also the title, proved that Arnold had basically calmed down.

Lennart miraculously obediently shut his mouth, and for a moment, the only sound in the huge room was the rustling of bath towels rubbing against hair.The texture of the bath towel is not high-quality. Every time the not-so-soft cloth is wiped along the side of Arnold's face, it leaves a faint burning sensation. Arnold doesn't know why, but he just stood here and let him wipe it for so long hair.

Not angry at all.According to that man's habits, messing around with flowers and attracting bees and butterflies is always inevitable. How could he have the time to care about his little things every day, but it's impossible to say that he doesn't mind at all.

Under the cover of the bath towel, Arnold closed his eyes slightly, recalling the experience of these days, from the disappearance of Lenat to the present, it seems to be ups and downs, so that the tranquility in front of him is magnified by him too many times enjoy.

Arnold even began to think that since he accepted that man to stay by his side, it might be okay to leave things like wiping his hair to him.

"Arnold?" Lennart's voice was suddenly unbelievably close. As soon as Arnold opened his eyes, he found his magnified face less than a centimeter in front of his nose, and immediately stepped back subconsciously with his eyes wide open. However, The footsteps retreated, but the upper body was imprisoned in a powerful arm.

"No one should bother you this time." I was told this inexplicably, and in the next second, Arnold was surrounded by Leinart's breath.

Before Arnold could break free from the warmth created by that man, he was pulled by him and fell into another fantasy world.He switched quickly but gently, giving Arnold a feeling that even if he reacted, he couldn't struggle.

For the first time, their kiss was so soft and soft.Lennart kissed his lips as if he were treating a treasure in this world. This kind of petty bourgeois romantic tenderness caused Arnold a great sense of discomfort.

This state lasted for a while, and Arnold finally frowned and embraced Lennart's neck, taking the initiative to deepen the kiss.The moment the tip of his tongue sticks out, he seems to have tasted the smile that Leinart inadvertently revealed.

Sure enough, a direct and passionate kiss is the most suitable for such two people. The two bodies that are close together seem to have a feeling, and the heat rising from the lips increases together.

Lennart moved one hand from Arnold's waist to his head, inserted it through his still wet hair, held the back of his head and continued to deepen the kiss that could no longer be tight, and opened his other hand from the bathrobe Steeped in quietly, caressing the smooth skin that had just been bathed.

Lennart didn't expect that Arnold's sensitive spots would be so easy to find.As soon as his hand was placed on his chest, Arnold had a slight reaction, and when his palm touched that point, Arnold trembled a little, frowning and trying to push him away.

How is it possible to give him this chance?It was not easy to catch.

Their positions are so unique that Lennart is too embarrassed not to move more quickly.Pressing Arnold back a few steps, until the heels of his legs touched the edge of the bed, there was nowhere to retreat, and Leinart threw him on the bed with another force.

The hand behind Arnold's head made preparations in advance, suppressed one of Arnold's hands, and the kiss moved down the neck all the way, taking advantage of the gap between the collarbone, the tie of the bathrobe was torn off again, so, Arnold, naked, lay under him.

Lennart's brown peach eyes narrowed for an instant and then brightened again.

The wet lips came down all the way, leaving a clear wet mark, and when he held the red cherry on his chest, Leinart deliberately raised his head to pay attention to Arnold's expression.That man, his body was obviously stiff, but he stubbornly lowered his head and stared at him fiercely, without saying a word.

That kind of appearance really satisfied Lennart.He lowered his head and worked hard for a while, vowing not to toss the little red cherry with great ambition, but his empty hand had already rolled along the lines of his skin and then slipped into a deeper place.

"Hmm..." When Arnold's moan broke out, Lennart was having fun, heard the sound, looked up at him and blinked slyly, which directly caused Arnold to bite his lower lip and turn his head away.

"Little Arnold~Stand up~" Leinart let go of the swollen and red head that he played with, and a looming silver thread hung from his mouth for a long time without breaking it, a wave of chaos Gas arises spontaneously.

"Leinart Costa, that's enough." Arnold's free hand finally moved, suppressing Leinart's fiery hand covering him, and pressing it down hard, not giving him any chance to move .

However, how could Arnold know that pressing like this is also a kind of intense torture.

"Arnold, be good~ I'll make you comfortable~" Leinart raised his head and grabbed Arnold's lips again, a faint fishy sweetness spread between his lips and teeth, did that guy Arnold bite his lip open? .

While saliva was blending, Leinart felt that Arnold's hand had lost its initial strength, so, seizing the opportunity, he grabbed the hand with his backhand, held it in his palm, and covered the fiery hard surface together.

Arnold froze for a moment.

"Arnold, we are together, this is proof." Leinart compulsively stroked Arnold's hand up and down, holding Arnold's lower lip indistinctly and still talking.

In any case, Arnold couldn't deny that a certain part of the body started a new round of swelling under such movements, and even the shattered moan overflowed uncontrollably even if he bit his lip...it was out of control.

Arnold closed his eyes, panting heavily, as if compromising.There is nothing wrong with what he said, they are together, this is proof.However, who stipulated that he must be the one who was suppressed? !

Thinking of this, Arnold woke up suddenly. Just as he was about to counterattack, a strange feeling of numbness and even pain went straight to his forehead from the lower part of his body. In the few seconds when he was distracted, that bastard Lennart Costa's hand had already penetrated. have you been there? !

Arnold's eyes widened to the point where his canthus almost cracked, and he looked at the man pressing on top of him, "Le... Nat..." He originally wanted to call out that name fiercely as a warning, but he opened his mouth. With such intermittent and soft voices, Arnold was immediately shocked there, and did not dare to speak casually.

"Well~ I'm here~" Looking at Arnold who was so emotional, I think it's hard for anyone to control himself, let alone Leinart.

Every movement of Lennart's hand inside is magnified tens of thousands of times and bursts in Arnold's nerves. Stirred, touched, and explored, each time is accompanied by a strange feeling. , Arnold was so excited that he wanted to cut off that hand immediately and throw it away.

Then, the hand literally withdrew.

"Well..." Arnold almost bit off his tongue first.

"Arnold have to be patient, the pain will be gone soon~" After speaking, he pressed himself down, unable to enter.

When this happened, Arnold didn't make any sound anymore, he just stared at Lennart with wide gray eyes, and he never let go after his lips were bitten into black and purple.In fact, it was not to suppress the voice, but the pain of being torn apart made him subconsciously want to bite something to divert his attention.

"I'm sorry, I hurt you, just bear it a little longer, I'll find it soon." Leinart's hand gently stroked Arnold's sweat-covered forehead, stroking it down little by little , said rubbing the corner of his mouth.In those dark brown peach blossom eyes, there is patience and lust, but more of it is pity.

"Hmm~" Arnold suddenly let out a comfortable groan, but after a brief groan, he covered it with his own hand, and swallowed all the rest into his mouth.

"Hehe, I found it~" Leinart slowly grinds against that point... Seeing the fog in Arnold's eyes getting deeper and deeper, he smiled like a child, and kissed his eyelids.

The author has something to say: I'm thinking about it and I'm still rushing to put the pressure on before starting the abuse.

In addition, here are some small historical facts that the author accidentally discovered. Europeans from the 14th century to the beginning of the 19th century basically did not take a bath, because they were worried that germs would enter the body through the open pores and contract some strange diseases. . .So the author is thinking, how sad it must be when this ooxx [laughing and crying...

At the beginning of the 19th century, with the development of science, people discovered the pathogenic principle of bacteria, so they gradually resumed bathing and washing their faces.But at the beginning, taking a bath and washing your face were both unconventional and fashionable behaviors. Napoleon once washed his face twice out of excitement one night, which was regarded as a weird behavior by his followers and recorded in history...

Fortunately, the background of this article is at the end of the 19th century [laughing and crying] how fortunate it is...