Ling stared at the poem in a daze, his eyes gradually became dazed, and suddenly he supported his forehead with his hands, as if he was incredibly painful.
I don't remember it at last, with inexplicable sadness flowing in his eyes
That must be a bad memory, it's better to forget it. The master stroked his back as comfortedly, his eyes returned to his face, and thought deeply, this is my mother's favorite poem, maybe someone has read it to her, right?
This thought seemed to make him angry and snorted: This is how women are. As long as they have a sensible mouth, they can be devoted to their hearts. It would be even more amazing if they could recite a few sour poems, no matter whether he is a scum of poetry or not!
Looking at his appearance, he wanted to tear off the painting, but finally stopped and leaned his head to the backrest, as if he was a little tired.
Zero leaned down gently, and when his master was tired, he always liked to lean on him to rest, saying that this would make him feel warm
But this time the owner didn't do this, closed his eyes and said: The wind is a bit strong, come to the bedroom and bring me a thin blanket over here.
Zero wanted to say something, but the master obviously didn't want to talk, so the words became habitual: Yes, Master
He entered the bedroom and took a thin blanket from the closet, thinking sadly: The owner often puts this blanket on him because he is worried that he will be frozen, but today...
He sighed and was about to leave, but suddenly he was stunned and turned around suddenly, yes, his eyes really didn't deceive himself, the wide bed was filled with roses!
The white curtains sway gently under the breeze, and the bright roses covered the entire bed. The green branches and leaves were crystal clear under the sun, like jasper. This scene is so beautiful that it can be seen in the painting.
The roses are not pure in color, most of them are dark and light red, and some are white. At first glance, it looks like a clumsy painter who has not evenly matched the paint. However, so many roses gather together, even if the colors are not uniform and the varieties are not expensive, they still have a thrilling beauty.
Zero looked blankly, holding his breath for a moment, and the owner's gentle laughter came from his ears: Today is our wedding anniversary, you must have thought that I forgot that every rose here was planted by me and picked by myself, just for today
Ah, master... He had only had time to say this, and gentle tears had soaked his eyes
The master picked him up and placed him on the bed covered with roses. He handcuffed the rings on his limbs to the edge of the bed. In an instant, millions of sharp thorns pierced into his skin. The huge pain and joy spread like a rising tide. The sweet fragrance of roses, the delicate petals, the sharp branches and leaves, and the sharp thorns, just like the master's love for him, sweet and painful.
As soon as the master took off the silver box under his crotch, his penis couldn't wait to bounce out. There was already a love fluid at the top, but he couldn't reach orgasm without the permission of his master. There was also a diamond-set platinum ring. The diamond was blocking the urethra, which undoubtedly gave him a stronger stimulation. The penis stood tremblingly, looking forward to the owner's more comfort.
The master looked at him with deep eyes as deep as the sea. He slowly climbed onto the bed. The thorns of roses also hurt his palms and knees. The red blood gushed out, dyeing his pale hands red.
Ah, Master! Zero screamed
The master smiled and shook his head, and a finger gently fell on his lips, stopping his scream
The master stopped and looked at his injured finger: This is my blood...
The bloody fingers gently stroked his scratched shoulder and slowly said: This is yours...
The caress was so gentle that he forgot his own pain and his master's injuries, and watched in confusion as his master dipped in blood and applied it on the white roses.
Let our blood gather together and dye these flowers red... From then on, you have me, I have you...
The white petals gradually turned into crimson, and the master's eyes were happy and sad, as if he was competing with someone: This is the only oath, only belonging to me and you...
Only I can give you your happiness...
He felt his mind shocked, as if he punched someone in the chest, the pain, the sadness, the sharp pain, seemed to have been lost for a long time ago, and now he has returned to his life
Ah, master... He had nothing to say, but could only repeat this sentence, and at the same time he experienced strange happiness and sorrow in his heart, as if this was the end of the world, and he was with his lover he loved.
lover?
No, he loves his master so much, but his master is just his master after all
He's just a slave
Never change
However, the master did not abandon him, he was loved
Sighing softly, he opened his body and prepared to welcome the storm of his master
But at this moment, the answering machine rang out harshly: Boss, I am from the auction house. You have already collected the paintings. Can you sign it?
****************
The romantic atmosphere was swept away, and I was very angry and could only say: Wait for me in the living room
He pressed the button to open the door and looked at the seductive little slave in the roses. The slave was reluctant to stand up and was also looking at him quietly. The mirror on the head of the bed and the ceiling reflected the two people who were silently facing each other.
The wind blows, the room is filled with flowers
At this moment, someone seemed to flash in the mirror
He was stunned for a moment, and he was indeed not wrong. The man pushed the door silently and walked in, his arm raised, and the black muzzle was facing his vest!
Instinctively turned over and rolled away. The bullet flew over and flew over his arm and shot into Zero's body.
For a moment, he was shocked and didn't care about the invader behind him. He rushed to the bed, obviously he didn't know what was going on. He opened his eyes wide and looked at him in confusion. His long eyelashes trembled, and then closed his eyes.
I don't remember it at last, with inexplicable sadness flowing in his eyes
That must be a bad memory, it's better to forget it. The master stroked his back as comfortedly, his eyes returned to his face, and thought deeply, this is my mother's favorite poem, maybe someone has read it to her, right?
This thought seemed to make him angry and snorted: This is how women are. As long as they have a sensible mouth, they can be devoted to their hearts. It would be even more amazing if they could recite a few sour poems, no matter whether he is a scum of poetry or not!
Looking at his appearance, he wanted to tear off the painting, but finally stopped and leaned his head to the backrest, as if he was a little tired.
Zero leaned down gently, and when his master was tired, he always liked to lean on him to rest, saying that this would make him feel warm
But this time the owner didn't do this, closed his eyes and said: The wind is a bit strong, come to the bedroom and bring me a thin blanket over here.
Zero wanted to say something, but the master obviously didn't want to talk, so the words became habitual: Yes, Master
He entered the bedroom and took a thin blanket from the closet, thinking sadly: The owner often puts this blanket on him because he is worried that he will be frozen, but today...
He sighed and was about to leave, but suddenly he was stunned and turned around suddenly, yes, his eyes really didn't deceive himself, the wide bed was filled with roses!
The white curtains sway gently under the breeze, and the bright roses covered the entire bed. The green branches and leaves were crystal clear under the sun, like jasper. This scene is so beautiful that it can be seen in the painting.
The roses are not pure in color, most of them are dark and light red, and some are white. At first glance, it looks like a clumsy painter who has not evenly matched the paint. However, so many roses gather together, even if the colors are not uniform and the varieties are not expensive, they still have a thrilling beauty.
Zero looked blankly, holding his breath for a moment, and the owner's gentle laughter came from his ears: Today is our wedding anniversary, you must have thought that I forgot that every rose here was planted by me and picked by myself, just for today
Ah, master... He had only had time to say this, and gentle tears had soaked his eyes
The master picked him up and placed him on the bed covered with roses. He handcuffed the rings on his limbs to the edge of the bed. In an instant, millions of sharp thorns pierced into his skin. The huge pain and joy spread like a rising tide. The sweet fragrance of roses, the delicate petals, the sharp branches and leaves, and the sharp thorns, just like the master's love for him, sweet and painful.
As soon as the master took off the silver box under his crotch, his penis couldn't wait to bounce out. There was already a love fluid at the top, but he couldn't reach orgasm without the permission of his master. There was also a diamond-set platinum ring. The diamond was blocking the urethra, which undoubtedly gave him a stronger stimulation. The penis stood tremblingly, looking forward to the owner's more comfort.
The master looked at him with deep eyes as deep as the sea. He slowly climbed onto the bed. The thorns of roses also hurt his palms and knees. The red blood gushed out, dyeing his pale hands red.
Ah, Master! Zero screamed
The master smiled and shook his head, and a finger gently fell on his lips, stopping his scream
The master stopped and looked at his injured finger: This is my blood...
The bloody fingers gently stroked his scratched shoulder and slowly said: This is yours...
The caress was so gentle that he forgot his own pain and his master's injuries, and watched in confusion as his master dipped in blood and applied it on the white roses.
Let our blood gather together and dye these flowers red... From then on, you have me, I have you...
The white petals gradually turned into crimson, and the master's eyes were happy and sad, as if he was competing with someone: This is the only oath, only belonging to me and you...
Only I can give you your happiness...
He felt his mind shocked, as if he punched someone in the chest, the pain, the sadness, the sharp pain, seemed to have been lost for a long time ago, and now he has returned to his life
Ah, master... He had nothing to say, but could only repeat this sentence, and at the same time he experienced strange happiness and sorrow in his heart, as if this was the end of the world, and he was with his lover he loved.
lover?
No, he loves his master so much, but his master is just his master after all
He's just a slave
Never change
However, the master did not abandon him, he was loved
Sighing softly, he opened his body and prepared to welcome the storm of his master
But at this moment, the answering machine rang out harshly: Boss, I am from the auction house. You have already collected the paintings. Can you sign it?
****************
The romantic atmosphere was swept away, and I was very angry and could only say: Wait for me in the living room
He pressed the button to open the door and looked at the seductive little slave in the roses. The slave was reluctant to stand up and was also looking at him quietly. The mirror on the head of the bed and the ceiling reflected the two people who were silently facing each other.
The wind blows, the room is filled with flowers
At this moment, someone seemed to flash in the mirror
He was stunned for a moment, and he was indeed not wrong. The man pushed the door silently and walked in, his arm raised, and the black muzzle was facing his vest!
Instinctively turned over and rolled away. The bullet flew over and flew over his arm and shot into Zero's body.
For a moment, he was shocked and didn't care about the invader behind him. He rushed to the bed, obviously he didn't know what was going on. He opened his eyes wide and looked at him in confusion. His long eyelashes trembled, and then closed his eyes.
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