Abducted Professor Reborn

Chapter 62

Afterwards, Lancelot slumped limply on the bed, completely exhausted, and couldn't even open his eyelids.

Raphael lovingly kissed his forehead, then carried him to the bathroom to wash his body, and when he returned to the bed again, Lancelot had already fallen asleep.

Hearing the gurgling sound from Lancelot's stomach, Raphael suddenly realized that Lancelot hadn't eaten properly for almost two days because of his greed for pleasure.

"How hungry and thirsty are you? You actually pressed Lance to do it all morning." Concubine Qi's words were full of ridicule towards Raphael.

"Didn't you work hard in the middle?" Raphael hooked his lips and sneered, "Also, next time, don't make other sounds that are not suitable for bed | love | conversation, it will make me feel angry An illusion that we are in a 3P."

"Ugh... how dare you say it?" Concubine Qi dissatisfied, "I don't want to do this either, okay? If you feel awkward, remember to solve this matter as soon as possible."

"Aren't you worried about the assimilation crisis?" Raphael raised his eyebrows.

Concubine Qi said wildly, "If you're not worried, why should I be worried?"

"Yo, yes, there is progress." Raphael chuckled softly.

"Don't be too narcissistic." Concubine Qi rolled her eyes.

"..."

Raphael rubbed the space between his brows, and felt that if this matter was not resolved, his image would be ruined by Concubine Qi sooner or later.

***

I went downstairs and ordered the housekeeper to make some liquid food. Without further ado, the housekeeper brought a bowl of pasty food from the kitchen that looked like rice paste on earth, and said to Raphael kindly: "Master, it's ready."

Raphael: "..."

Concubine Qi sneered coldly and noblely in her mind.

The corners of Raphael's mouth twitched slightly, and he glanced at the housekeeper's earnest gaze, then silently retracted his gaze, pretending he didn't see anything, and went upstairs with liquid food.

"Eat something to fill your stomach before going to sleep." Raphael pulled Lancelot up from the bed, and sat on the edge of the bed, let him lean into his arms, and hugged him from behind.

Lancelot opened his eyelids with difficulty, and thought for a long time in a daze, then shook his head, moaned weakly: "Sleepy..."

"Hey, eat something before going to sleep." Raphael scooped up the liquid food with a spoon and fed it to his mouth, but Lancelot's mouth was closed tightly, no matter how much he coaxed him, he didn't open it, and he even made him impatient As soon as he turned his head to one side, if Raphael hadn't moved quickly, he might have slapped him in the face...

"..."

Raphael sighed, and touched his stomach with one hand. It was empty, and he even let out a groan in response to the occasion.After talking about empty plans and making troubles, Raphael began to reflect on whether he had gone too far.

Concubine Qi couldn't stand it anymore, took over the control of her body, tilted her head and drank the liquid food into her mouth, then straightened Lancelot's body, with her thumb and index finger stuck between the upper and lower jaws forcing him to open his mouth, He bowed his head again and poured the food into his mouth, and stroked his throat with his hands, only to hear a grunt, and the food smoothly entered Lancelot's stomach.

Raphael: "..."

When did he have such a domineering side?

Concubine Qi fed the liquid food into Lancelot's mouth mouthful like this, and then said calmly: "Bitch is hypocritical."

Raphael felt that he was also influenced by Concubine Qi, and he had the urge to roll his eyes.He was wrong, no matter how domineering Concubine Qi was, she completely exposed her hidden low-energy attributes as soon as she opened her mouth?

***

It was already the early morning of the next day when Lancelot woke up again. When Lancelot moved his body, he found that his body was limp and stiff, as if it was not his own. Every time he moved, his joints made a rattling sound, which was especially clear and harsh in the silent environment. , that feeling is almost comparable to the sadness of being crushed by a car and then reassembled one by one.He thought that it might be easier to remake it than this.

His stomach is very hungry, but his chest has not yet touched his back, and there is still a faint smell of rice in his mouth, as if he has been fed food.In the hazy memory, it seems that Raphael fed him mouth to mouth...

Thinking of this, Lancelot blushed again, and looked at the person sleeping beside him with some resentment in his eyes.

I really never forget to take advantage of myself...

He couldn't stop thinking about it, he forgot the fact that he lost his temper at that time because Rafael made him go too far and was sleepy, he would rather be hungry than open his mouth as Raphael wanted, and be force-fed by the other party .

Lancelot really wanted to wake Raphael up to vent his grievances, but seeing his peaceful sleeping face, he still held back. He would never admit that he just saw that Raphael was sleeping peacefully, so he didn't want to wake him up He is coming, anyway, the coming day is long, and besides... I remember that Raphael is a little bit annoyed when he wakes up, he is afraid that he will wake up because he is not sleeping well, and he will do some strenuous exercise on the bed|bed, then he should really want to cry without tears up.

***

After sleeping until dawn, Concubine Qi stretched her waist and opened her eyes, suddenly she felt a gaze fall on her face, she turned her head and saw that Lancelot had already woken up.

"Good morning, baby." Raphael leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips.

"It's getting late." Lancelot said nonchalantly, his expression was as calm as the calm before the storm, and Raphael's heart skipped a beat when he saw it.

Raphael smiled calmly, then put his hand on Lancelot, and he knocked him off before he touched it.

Yo, have strength again?The resilience of aliens is really strong.Concubine Qi's mental activity was transmitted to Raphael through the nerves in her brain, and the teasing tone could no longer arouse Raphael's emotions at all.

Raphael calmly explained to the frightened Lancelot: "I'm not doing anything else, just massage your body."

Lancelot stared at him suspiciously for a while, then thought to himself that Raphael shouldn't attack him like a beast...

Lancelot closed his eyes slightly, enjoying Raphael's superb massage techniques, except for the embarrassment he felt every time he touched sensitive areas, everything else was fine.

After a moment of silence, Lancelot suddenly said, "I remember something."

Raphael paused slightly, then massaged the muscles of his waist leisurely, and asked casually, "All?"

"No." Lancelot's voice paused, and then he said, "I remember the days when I was with you."

Raphael couldn't help chuckling: "Wouldn't it be remembered when we were doing it? If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't be able to bear it for so long."

Lancelot gave him a gouged look, and warned, "Don't give you three points, and you will open a dyeing workshop."

"Okay." Raphael shrugged helplessly. He had long been used to Lancelot's usual appearance of being cheerful and cheerful; when he was in love, he was unrestrained and then very irritable. "What do you want to say?"

Lancelot pursed his lips and fell silent. Raphael didn't rush him, but controlled the strength of the massage on his hands, trying his best to make him feel comfortable.

"What happened between us...?" Lancelot asked unnaturally, his eyes drifting.

The memory fault was three months ago, and in his limited memory, he and Raphael should be in love very much, so what happened during the time he forgot made them separate, and he even drank the memory Elimination potion?

Raphael's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a calm tone, "You want to know?"

Nonsense, since I have asked all of them, I must want to know!When Lancelot saw Raphael's tantalizing appearance, he became very angry. He forgot all the embarrassment and embarrassment, and pulled his right leg out of Raphael's hand to kick him. Tried to kick him away.

Raphael wasn't annoyed either. Lancelot's own strength hadn't recovered yet, and he subconsciously relaxed his strength, so Raphael could only feel the tickling of the kicked feet, and he reached out to grab his soles with a low smile. He put it on his lips and kissed it, then leaned against his chest and said, "Doing regular exercise on the bed is not good for your health, let's talk about it after a while when your body gets used to it."

Hearing Raphael's distorted answer, Lancelot's face flushed with anger, and he tried to pull his feet back to no avail. Finally, he abandoned himself and lay on his back on the bed, took a deep breath, and threatened: "What the hell are you doing?" Say or not?"

Raphael looked at the wide open door under him, his hickey marks remained on the heels of his legs, the bruises intersected exuding a fragrant | gorgeous | ambiguous hormonal smell, his throat tightened, and he breathed fire in Lancelot's mouth. With difficulty, he looked away, his left hand gradually moved along the slender and fair legs to the root, his fingertips rubbed against his skin lightly and then heavily, and teased his nerves reluctantly but viciously, saying: "It's just Some small misunderstandings, it doesn't matter, you just need to remember that we are together."

"No." Lancelot's whole body was numb from his behavior, but he couldn't retract his legs, and his heart couldn't help but raised his throat, but fortunately Raphael's eyes were full of lust, but he didn't return Wanting to make a fuss, she breathed a sigh of relief again, and said in an irritable mood, "Why is my mother evasive every time I mention something related to you, as if there is something hard to say, and finally let me ask you, but you Say nothing."

"The past is in the past, let's not talk about it, shall we?" Raphael's tone was full of helplessness and perfunctory.

"You really don't tell me?" Lancelot asked.

Raphael sighed and looked at him wordlessly.

"Then I'll ask you and answer," Lancelot changed the subject. Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, Raphael nodded in agreement, but Lancelot added, "You must answer my question honestly, directly. Yes or no, if I find out that you are lying..." As he spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a frightening and dangerous light.

"Ask." Raphael couldn't help but hold his forehead, sighing secretly when Lance became so smart and powerful, it seemed impossible for him to get away with it.

"The sequelae you mentioned earlier have something to do with this incident?" Lancelot asked sharply.

"...Yeah." Raphael looked into his eyes and nodded slowly.

"Mental impairment? Memory confusion?" Lancelot asked again.

Raphael nodded again.

"Person, personality, division, split, disease?" Lancelot stared at the expression on his face and said word by word.

Hearing this, Raphael's expression was startled, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, his head was slightly staggered, and his eyes fell into silence.

"Really?" Lancelot didn't give him a chance to escape, leaned over and held his head to meet his eyes.

Raphael blinked, then smiled heavily, and asked, "How did you find out?" No positive answer is tantamount to an admission in disguise.

This time it was Lancelot's turn to be silent, and he lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "Actually, I've noticed it a long time ago. You on Earth are very different from your present in terms of personality and aura. "

"It's well known that my personality is cloudy and cloudy." Raphael shook his head with a smile, and retorted.

"That's just what other people think of you." Lancelot said, "I don't know what kind of person you are...at least that's not how you treat me in memory."

"Oh? It seems that you already know me very well." Raphael took him into his arms, resting his chin on his forehead, his eyes were full of affectionate love, "Stop thinking about it, I Isn't it good?"

"It is said that schizophrenia can cause mental breakdown...can it be treated?" Lancelot asked hesitantly.

"Then do you like me now or me before?" Concubine Qi blinked, and after holding back for a long time, she finally asked this question that had been entangled with her.

Seeing that Lancelot was silent again, his heart sank, and an indescribable feeling spread in his heart. Although he and Raphael are the same person, at least so far their thinking has been very independent. Before they merged, they were always independent. Two separate individuals, no matter what Lancelot's final answer is, he and Raphael will probably feel uncomfortable.

Lancelot suddenly raised his head and looked at him, staring at him with probing eyes, looking at Concubine Qi with a slightly unnatural expression, and couldn't help saying: "If you don't want to answer, you don't have to answer."

"You were the one before?" Lancelot asked abruptly.

"What?" Concubine Qi was stunned for a moment, and then she reacted, the corner of her mouth curled up, and she smiled, "Why do you see that?"

Seeing his expression, Lancelot became more certain in his heart. His face turned cold, and he bumped his elbow on his chest to express his dissatisfaction: "Because only you can be so annoying."

"Well, I know I'm not liked by others." Concubine Qi shrugged her shoulders with an indifferent attitude, then let go of his shoulders, got off the bed and walked to the bathroom.

"Raphael." Lancelot blurted out.

"What?" Raphael turned around.

But in the blink of an eye, that body with a very different temperament from front to back was replaced by another person.Although they are the same person, they still give people a strong sense of disobedience.

Lancelot shook his head and said, "Nothing."

The "he" just now must be angry, right?Lancelot lowered his head and thought uncertainly, with a rare frustrated expression on his face.

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