Chapter 69: Sweet Love

Chris returned home from college. The villa was still empty and quiet. Seeing that Nuhra wasn't there, he didn't have the energy to do anything else. He sat half-lying on the sofa, lost in thought.

After browsing the terminal for a while out of boredom, Chris got up and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. After all, Nuhra had finally returned from the military, and having a home-cooked meal together would help him relax.

It may sound like a daily routine, but in reality, all Chris has to do is take out the ingredients he's stored in advance, put them in the cooking machine, press a few buttons, and the machine will perform a series of operations... The only difference is that Chris is no longer the kitchen novice who used to be so flustered when making cream stew that he accidentally put too much ingredients in. Now he can do each step in an orderly manner.

Chris was still busy preparing the remaining dishes in the kitchen and didn't notice that Nuhra had quietly returned home and was watching his every move from behind.

Chris was opening the lid of the blender and adding cream and cheese to the mashed potatoes when a hand reached out from behind and hugged him around the waist.

The familiar body temperature and breath surrounded him almost at the same time. Without turning around, Kris recognized the person: "Brother, you're back."

Nuhra rested her chin gently on Kris's shoulder, looking past him at the kitchen table in front of her. Her voice was gentle but a little tired. "Well, Mr. Chef, do you need any help from my assistant?"

Chris smiled and shook his shoulders, causing Nuhra, who was leaning on his shoulders, to shake as well. He said sympathetically, "Thank you for your kindness. Mr. Assistant, you should go and rest first."

Nuhra still held onto Chris, unwilling to let go. He preferred staying by Chris's side to resting; it was the best way for him to rest. Nuhra casually stroked Chris's abdomen, feeling his increasingly pronounced muscles. He half-jokingly and half-sighed, "Ah, it's been a while since we last met. You've gotten stronger. Your muscles are much better developed than mine, who sits in an office all day."

Nuhra's hands were groping around Chris's waist and abdomen. Chris was distracted and could only shout helplessly: "Brother, stop touching me, I'm still cooking..." There was a hint of coquettishness in Chris's words, but this did not stop Nuhra, but instead aroused his evil taste.

Originally, they were just touching through the clothes, but when Chris said that, Nuhra's hands deftly unbuttoned Chris's shirt, and one hand reached into the gap between the buttons like a snake. The moment Nuhra's warm palm actually touched Chris's skin, he couldn't help but shudder.

"Brother," Corris' voice gradually became low. He put down the cutlery in his hand and directly pressed Nuhra's hand that was moving under his clothes. "Stop moving. I still want to eat."

Nuhra was stunned for a moment, his interest growing stronger, but he didn't show it on his face. He listened to Chris and honestly took his hand out of Chris's clothes. "Okay, I won't bother you anymore. I'll go take a shower first and come out to watch you eat later."

"Don't you want to eat?" Corris tilted his head slightly, accidentally brushing against Nuhra's nose and lips. "I made your portion, don't you want to eat too?"

Nuhra smiled cunningly, and when Chris was not paying attention, he kissed Chris's earlobe, but still accepted Chris's invitation to dine together: "Since you said so, I must try your cooking skills..." After that, he silently let go of her hand and was about to turn around and go back to the master bedroom on the second floor to take a quick shower, but he didn't expect that Chris grabbed his wrist first and was forced to stand where he was.

"Hmm?" Nuhra was puzzled and was about to turn around, but Chris walked up to him and sealed his lips. Before Nuhra could react at first, he had already subconsciously responded to Chris's action.

Unexpectedly, just as Nuhra was getting into the mood, Chris took the lead in separating the two of them... His lips were covered with a layer of moist water, but the corners of his mouth rarely raised a slightly ostentatious arc: "I forgot to say, I miss you very much, brother... Do you miss me?" Beneath the ordinary words was Chris's longing and sincerity that could not be ignored.

Nuhra was touched and brushed his fingertips against Kris's lips. He had a rare and strange feeling that "the child in his eyes has grown up". He softened a lot in the face of Kris's aggressive momentum and said softly, "Now I know. I missed you too."

Chris hummed twice in satisfaction and finally let Nuhra go so that he could take a shower. By the way, he remembered the buttons that Nuhra had unbuttoned on his clothes, fastened them, and in a good mood, he devoted himself to his cooking plan again.

The timing was perfect. Just as Chris finished cooking and ordered the robotic arm to bring the dishes to the table, Nuhra, who had just taken a shower, came down from upstairs in her bathrobe and pajamas, walked lazily into the restaurant, and sat down in her usual seat, opposite Chris.

The atmosphere of dinner was relaxed and pleasant. Nuhra accompanied Chris to eat a lot of food, and spent the rest of the time listening to Chris talk, responding from time to time. They mostly talked about trivial matters in life and work, daily thoughts and insights, tacitly not mentioning the progress of the investigation, and had a very pleasant conversation.

Before they knew it, Nuhra and Kris had almost finished the dinner in front of them. The portions of the dishes were enough to fill them up without being too bloated, and there was still some space left in their stomachs for a little wine... This was the after-dinner drink that Nuhra had suggested first.

Chris obviously hadn't forgotten what happened the last time they drank in this restaurant. When he heard Nuhra's suggestion, he felt a little embarrassed: "Ah, forget it, brother..."

Nuhra could clearly see what Chris was worried about, but she pretended not to understand and tried her best to tease him: "Didn't you quite like this wine last time?"

After hearing this, Chris didn't know how to answer Nuhra. He clearly remembered that he forcefully kissed Nuhra after drinking last time. Although the other party was not very happy, she still had Chris's temper... After the last lesson, Chris didn't dare to drink anymore, especially with Nuhra.

After all, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't pounce on Nuhra in a fit of rage. Just now, when he was cooking in the kitchen, he was provoked by Nuhra's ambiguous behavior.

Seeing Koris's determination, Nuhra didn't force him. She picked up the glass of dark red wine and sipped it. Koris's eyes were filled with jealousy, so he quickly changed the subject: "Brother, are you going to the military headquarters these days?"

Nuhra didn't put the glass down, shaking it gently in her hand. She shook her head and replied, "Take a day off tomorrow, and then go to the Seventh Army training base the day after tomorrow. Do you want to come with me?"

Of course, Chris wanted to go. He nodded solemnly and agreed, "Okay, I'll go with you." Nuhra smiled and agreed, raising his glass to take a sip of the mellow and rich wine.

Chris thought Nuhra just wanted to have a couple of sips to relieve the stress of his recent high-intensity work, but he didn't expect him to drink one glass after another with no intention of stopping.

After thinking it over for a while, Corris advised: "Brother, don't drink so much, it's not good for your health." Although the technology and other aspects of the Interstellar Empire are much more advanced than before Corris traveled through time, the effects of alcohol on the human body can be effectively avoided by medical means, but subconsciously he still believes that alcohol is too harmful to people, and he cannot tolerate Nuhra's behavior.

After drinking several glasses of wine in a row, Nuhra's cheeks and the corners of her eyes were quietly flushed... Hearing Chris's words of persuasion, Nuhra glanced at him with her red eyes and drank another glass of wine.

Coris couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he stood up and walked to stand next to Nuhra, snatched the cup from his hand, and said righteously: "Don't drink anymore." Nuhra looked up, squinted at Coris's face in the backlit shadow, and a hint of pleasure in his golden eyes flashed.

In fact, this little bit of alcohol was not enough to affect Nuhra at all. At most, he would feel a little flushed for a while, but his mind was very clear and he did not hold the wine glass tightly in his hand. Basically, he just pulled it away as soon as Chris pulled it... In fact, Nuhra was just waiting for Chris to take care of him.

"If you don't drink, what should you do?" Nuhra sat motionless in the chair, looking indifferent. He tugged at his bathrobe, as if trying to dissipate the heat brought by the evaporation of alcohol in his body.

Chris didn't notice Nuhra's little action. At least at this moment, he was still sincerely concerned about Nuhra's health. He gave a boring plan expressionlessly and heartlessly: "Go back to the bedroom and wait for me to take a shower and sleep together."

"...It's such a nice day, and you just want to sleep?" Nuhra said meaningfully, standing up from her chair and moving closer to Coris in front of her. The scent of wine and shower gel mixed on her body.

Things had developed to this point. What else did Corris not understand? He carefully studied Nuhra's face. Meeting his clear gaze, he suddenly smiled. "Brother, you did it on purpose, didn't you?"

Nuhra's hand dishonestly went around the back of Kris's neck. Because Kris was a little taller than Nuhra, he had to tilt his head back slightly to kiss Kris's lips.

Corris tasted the remnants of Nuhrali's alcohol. It was just a light touch, and there was a desire in Nuhrali's eyes that both of them could understand: "Baby, can you help me?"

This was a rare time when Nuhra expressed her willingness for intimate contact with him, and there was no external stimulation, she was completely awake... Chris felt that he was also aroused, and he had no reason to refuse.

"Here or in the room?" Chris asked Nuhra's opinion calmly, ignoring his hands pressed tightly behind Nuhra's back.

Nuhra raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Let's go back to the room." So they left without any delay, and their steps back to the room even showed a bit of anxiety.

Chris and Nuhra walked in one after the other. As soon as the bedroom door was closed, Chris turned around silently and pressed Nuhra against the door panel. "How can I help you, brother?" Chris asked seriously, as if he was dealing with a difficult problem.

Nuhra smiled and pointed at Corris' lips, saying, "Use here."

After receiving the instruction, Corris half-knelt in front of Nuhra, relying on his own understanding and the memory of Nuhra doing this for him last time, to meet Nuhra's needs...

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, yet it also seemed to pass by incredibly quickly. The noise in the bedroom finally slowed down and stopped. Chris took out a handkerchief from his pants, spit out what was in his mouth, and threw it into the trash can in the room.

Nuhra still leaned against the door, panting, his eyes closely following Kris's movements. Kris kept his gaze fixed on Nuhra's face the entire time, not wanting to miss a single expression. Later, Nuhra even felt like he was being hunted. He tried to cover Kris's eyes, but Kris forcefully pulled them away... In the end, for the first time, he felt a near-loss of control.

It was obvious that Chris was also affected by this process, and his own desires were also aroused. Nuhra watched him go into the bathroom to rinse his mouth and quickly came out.

When Chris came out, Nuhra had recovered and stood up straight, but the pajamas under the bathrobe had been completely taken off during the previous activity. Now Nuhra's body was only covered by this loose bathrobe, and either Chris or Nuhra could untie it if they wanted to.

Chris was unsure of Nuhra's thoughts, but even though his body's reaction couldn't be ignored, he remained restrained. He kissed Nuhra's cheek and straightened Nuhra's bathrobe. "Brother, I'm going to take a shower first."

Nuhra hooked Corris's finger and said with a hint of unfulfilled desire, "Baby, I see you're not satisfied yet...why don't we take it a step further?"

Chris was shocked and took a step back, looking at Chris suspiciously: "Brother, what do you mean...? Uh, but I'm not ready yet. I'm afraid, I'm afraid you will feel uncomfortable." He spoke more and more quietly, his earlobes were alarmingly red, and the progress in his mind had obviously skyrocketed.

"Forget it then." Unexpectedly, Nuhra gave up immediately. Chris felt a little disappointed, but since it was his own initiative to refuse, he was indeed worried that Nuhra would get hurt due to lack of preparation... Chris touched Nuhra's lips lightly, a soothing kiss. "I won't be done with the shower that soon. Brother, wait a moment..."

Nuhra didn't let him finish his words. She pressed her slender fingers against Corris's lips, interrupting him. But she offered an enticing solution: "However, we can practice... well, use other places, how about that?"

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