HP John Snape

Chapter 95

Somerville felt pity when he saw the man opposite him turning his eyes to the right.

——Mr. Snape is handsome and gentle, but there is something wrong with his eyes.

There was understanding in her eyes, but she was considerate and didn't say anything.

But John just kept stealing glances at Snape again and again, looking into those dark eyes with pleasure and not bothering him at all. He didn't notice the random thoughts of the girl opposite him at all.

He liked the way Snape looked at him - normally, Snape would never show such a frank look in front of him, but would be more restrained.

He looked over again and again, and finally gave up when Snape showed a trace of helplessness and looked away with an impatient expression.

"Then see you next time, Somerville." John said goodbye to the girl with a smile.

He had nothing to do next, so he drove home.

Snape froze back in the car, sat in the passenger seat, and looked out the window in silence as usual.

"Severus." John broke the quiet atmosphere, "Tell me, what day is today?"

Snape turned around and saw John's face full of interest.

He guessed: "Today is not your birthday, nor is it my birthday, nor is it Valentine's Day or any holiday... But Severus, you have been acting weird since the morning. Cook for me and make me happy. I can I feel that you have been paying attention to me today...and you are always accommodating me...What day is it today?"

Snape paused, not expecting John to be so perceptive.

He looked at John's expression, which was full of confusion, without any trace of last night - John didn't expect what happened last night.

So Snape glared at him with an angry look, and said sarcastically as usual: "If you keep an eye on the steering wheel and drive seriously, I will be very grateful."

John saw that he was avoiding answering, and his expression changed like this again. He started to think deeply, and it seemed that he quickly came to a conclusion, and then showed a silly smile.

Seeing that his performance had deceived John, Snape felt mixed feelings.

This evening.

John was surprised to find Snape lying on the bed without taking off his clothes.

He couldn't help but reflect - did they do anything that made Severus tired during the day?

Nope either.

John couldn't help but brushed over from the bed, leaned on Snape's lap and asked, "Don't you feel uncomfortable with such a tight covering?"

He stretched out his hand to unbutton all the buttons on Snape's collar, exposing his collarbone, and then With one force, all the remaining buttons were torn off.

John leaned over, kissed his collarbone wildly, and quickly extended his tongue to lick it. Then he sat with his neck hunched and a grimace on his face, waiting for Snape's angry sarcasm.

——But after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear any sound.

He looked up in confusion and saw that there was no anger on Snape's face -

he didn't even bother with the torn shirt, he just stared at his collarbone, and then looked at John with a strange look.

John was puzzled by his look.

"Go to sleep." A low, soft male voice sounded, and Snape finally said this.

John glanced at Snape's collarbone again - there were still some water stains on it, which he had just licked.

John blinked and looked at his collarbone again. His expression suddenly changed, showing an expression of incredible disgust, as if he couldn't believe that he did it.

He suddenly reacted, calmed down, and said vaguely: "I...I suddenly remembered something else. Severus, don't wait for me, you can go to sleep first."

John stumbled out of the door. After closing the door, Snape vaguely heard the sound of retching.

He suddenly clenched his fists - so hard that the veins were visible.

Snape's whole body was trembling with rage, his cheeks were twisting uncontrollably, and his eyes were filled with deep hurt and anger.

For a while, he took a few deep breaths and managed to control his emotions. He looked at the wand to one side, his dark eyes filled with cold anger.

——There is no doubt about it. John even realized it, he already felt sick even touching himself.

Then why does he need to stay?