It was late at night, when everything was silent, but Gallan lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
Wang Ting was cleaned by him from top to bottom, and a group of silverfish was cleaned out.
Those aristocratic families that rely on a long history and a lot of power have also settled down a lot and converged.
The commercial and trade situation in Wangcheng has also completely stabilized, and the Commerce and Trade Office, which is in charge of Tal, is running well.
That business tax can be said to be a lot of money every day, and Tarr, who wanted to help him make more money, also secretly fiddled with a caravan. With the convenience of having all the information of the Intelligence Department, it is conceivable that this In the future, the caravan will definitely only make money and not lose.
The road project from the outside of the royal city was also very smooth. Those people who had turned from slaves to civilians and didn't know how to make a living had jobs. They were full of longing and hope for the future, and they all worked very hard.
These things have finally come to an end, and during this time, Garland has also relaxed a lot.
It's just that sometimes, when he wakes up in the middle of the night, looking at the starry night sky outside the window, he has the illusion that he is in a dream.
He successfully sat on the throne.
In this way, Aaron Landis will not perish in the future.
And he himself will no longer be cursed by the gods for this.
The future self will not die before adulthood again and again.
Everything was going smoothly, so smoothly that Garlan felt unreal.
How long will I stay in Aaron Landis
Will you stay on the throne until you die of old age
Moreover, if he died of old age here, would he really die, or would his conscious soul return to his own era
If history has been changed by him, what will happen to future generations
Will he also change in future generations
Waking up in the middle of the night again, Garlan was lying in bed, thinking about these questions that came out of his mind inadvertently, only to feel dizzy and unable to fall asleep.
He shook his head vigorously, shaking off those messy thoughts, then sat up and looked at the night outside the window.
At this time, the person may not have fallen asleep yet...
When the thoughts come together, they can't stop.
After thinking about it for a while, Garlan stood up, skillfully jumped out of the window, and left his palace quietly.
Crossing a secluded road, Garlan looked at the familiar white stone wall in front of him, and then jumped up gently.
He looked at the silent courtyard, and fell into it from the high wall.
Heimos should have sensed his arrival.
After all, at this time, he is usually still training martial arts and has not fallen asleep. And with his unusual hearing, I'm afraid he heard it when he was still outside the wall.
Garlan, who fell into the courtyard, walked forward while looking around.
A long stream, as always, surrounds this courtyard, flowing cheerfully in the silent night.
The clear water reflects the moonlight, sparkling.
He was a little puzzled.
Usually at this time, Heimos should be sweating in the night to challenge the limit of his physical strength. Why is there no one today
Is it rare to go to bed early
He was about to walk to the middle of the courtyard and didn't see that familiar figure, so Garlan stopped.
... Then it was too late for me.
He was a little depressed.
It was rare for him to come here on a whim, but Heimos went to bed early tonight.
never mind.
Since the other party has rested, it is better for him to go back quickly.
Thinking of this, Garlan turned around and planned to leave.
Walking by the happily flowing stream, his footsteps lightly stepped on the slate splashed by the stream, and the emerald green grass swayed gently beside his feet.
The moonlight fell, and through the branches and leaves of the cypress tree, a bunch of them happened to be reflected on the slender ankle of the young man, making the skin in that place become whiter in the dark night.
At the moment when that foot landed, suddenly, water splashed.
A hand suddenly stretched out from the originally calm stream and grabbed Garlan's ankle.
With a single force, the whole person was dragged into the water.
Unpredictable, his ankle was suddenly pulled away by a huge force, and Garlan's body suddenly lost his balance and fell down.
But he reacted very quickly.
With his hands on the ground, his body turned over with this support.
He turned his other foot straight and kicked the man in the water fiercely.
The man ducked back, and the hand gripping his ankle naturally loosened.
Garland regained his freedom.
However, as soon as he landed, the man in the stream stretched out his hand and grabbed his left wrist, which was on the ground just now.
Pull hard.
The speed was too fast and the strength was too strong, he couldn't resist at all, the whole person was dragged forward by the people in the water and fell into the stream at once.
With a thud, water splashed everywhere.
Cool water rushed over quickly and gently wrapped his body.
Garlan fell into the water and wrapped his arms around him, and the familiar feeling made him react at once.
So the panic at the moment of falling into the water also dissipated immediately.
Sure enough, before he could do anything, those hands already grabbed his waist and moved up.
With a bang, half of his body emerged from the water.
He was soaked all over, and drops of water were falling from his cheeks one after another.
Garlan finally opened his eyes, and sure enough, those golden-red eyes with a slight upward arc came into his eyes.
Heimos was submerged in the stream from the waist down, and the man was leaning on the rocks by the stream.
The wet, jet-black hair was clinging to his cheek, and the droplets of water dripping from the tip of the hair slipped down his handsome face, dyeing the pale thin lips.
The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and the tiny water droplets seemed to roll down from his slender eyelashes.
He was just wearing a thin sleeveless shirt, soaked in water, and tightly attached to his body, revealing the well-textured muscle marks on his chest.
That tall body, even though half of it was submerged in the water, could see the wide shoulders and narrow waist, as perfect as a stone carving, with almost no flaws.
Heimos leaned on the rock, with a little smile in his eyes, and his whole person showed a little laziness. The brown skin reflected the shallow moonlight and glowed with a honey-like luster. It was as wild and sexy as a black panther lying on the ground in the wilderness.
The extremely beautiful scene that came into view made Garlan's heart skip a beat, and it accelerated a little.
He calmed down and recalled what happened just now, so the heartbeat just now disappeared in an instant.
He looked at Heimos angrily.
"on purpose?"
This guy must have heard him coming, so he deliberately hid in the stream, and when he passed by the stream, he suddenly appeared scary.
Heimos shrugged.
"I just finished exercising, I just got into the water and wanted to cool off, and I heard you coming."
He fixedly looked at Garlan, and raised his lips.
"It's so hot, why don't you come down and cool down?"
The golden eyes narrowed slightly, and the unhappy Garlan suddenly leaned forward and raised his hand.
Heimos's hands were still around his submerged waist, too late to lift them up.
So Garlan's horizontally raised right arm was easily pressed against Heimos' throat.
"Next time you make a sneak attack like this, I'll be welcome."
With his arm pressed against the vital part of the opponent's throat, Garlan, who was dissatisfied because he was shocked by the sneak attack, threatened the opponent like this.
"How old are you? Are you still playing this kind of prank?"
Heimos didn't react at once—perhaps because he was unprepared for the person in front of him, he was so easily approached by Garlan.
He didn't resist, but when he raised his eyes and glanced at Garlan, his breath suddenly stagnated.
The teenager pressed him against the rock with his elbow, a gesture that brought the two of them very close.
The wet blond hair that glowed with water hung down from the boy's cheeks, fell on his body, and wrapped around his arm.
Because the whole body was immersed in the water just now, Gallan's whole body was also soaked.
The thin layer of silk clothes was soaked in water and tightly adhered to the boy's body, clearly showing the slightly green but beautifully flexible figure under the moonlight, almost unobstructed.
The soaked silk clothes were almost translucent, reflecting the moonlight, revealing a faint flesh color.
Just one glance made Heimos feel dry.
He quickly moved his gaze up and landed on Garlan's face.
Under the moonlight, the golden blonde hair glowed with a fine sheen, and a little light reflected the young man's beauty even more.
Water drops dripped from the wet golden forehead, rolled over the corners of his eyes, and slid down his cheeks.
Unable to say why, Heimos's eyes closely followed the drop of water, as if possessed, and he could see wherever it slipped.
He watched it slowly roll down the teen's slender chin.
pat.
An inaudible sound.
It dripped on the water, creating a few shallow ripples.
Throat swallowed, unconscious and uncontrollable.
Heimos suddenly felt that he was terribly thirsty, his throat was as dry as a fire.
Golden-red eyes stared straight at the drops of water dripping from Garlan's chin, and he felt that no matter how much he swallowed, he couldn't relieve that thirst.
And Garlan, who felt his throat squirming under his arm, thought he was pushing too hard, making Heimos uncomfortable, and hurriedly raised his arm.
This raised his hand, and Heimos, who had been pressed against the rock by him, suddenly leaned forward and leaned over.
Before he could react, Heimos's face was already close to his side cheeks.
Those thin lips opened, and the outstretched tongue gently licked the water droplets that rolled down his chin.
Suddenly, Garlan licked his face for a moment.
The next second, the hands that were just lightly supporting his waist suddenly pushed him forward.
Those arms hugged him tightly.
The cluster of flames that suddenly burned from the deepest part of the body spread all over the body in an instant, and people lost control in an instant.
As soon as Heimos used his hand, he embedded the flexible and beautiful body of the young man in front of him into his arms.
He sucked the drops of water that rolled down Gallan's cheeks, and licked the water marks on his white neck.
Greedy, eager.
Only then could he relieve the burning thirst and pain in his throat.
However, it is not enough.
Nothing is enough.
At first it was just sucking, licking the tender skin that seemed to exude a seductive scent, and then it turned into biting unconsciously.
I want to bite down hard, swallow it, and relieve the hunger and thirst in my body.
I was unwilling to bear it, for fear of biting the person in my arms, so I could only resist the craving and bite gently.
Alleviating one's hunger and thirst, on the contrary, more thirst is overwhelming.
The person in his arms whispered his name, loud and clear.
The blood in the body seemed to boil because of this, almost making people crazy.
Although immersed in the cold water, he felt as if his entire body was about to burn.
That indescribable sweet taste that makes people dizzy and can almost forget their existence exploded in the deepest part of the body.
That almost painfully sweet taste almost makes people—
Suddenly, Heimos's movements stopped.
His whole figure seemed to be frozen, frozen in place.
…
Garland was panicking.
It was obvious that he was still talking well one second ago, but the next second, for some unknown reason, Heimos suddenly burst into a very aggressive aggression.
He was tightly held in his arms by the other party, and the overwhelming force that suppressed him made him unable to struggle at all.
He also did not dare to resist vigorously, causing too much movement to attract the attention of the guards at night.
He could only whisper Heimos' name, trying to get him to let go of him.
But his weak, kitten-like meowing only added fuel to the fire—
He was alarmed to find that Heimos's stubbornly licking and sucking lips had gone along his neck and gradually fell to the sensitive collarbone.
Burning hot.
no!
Just when Garlan was so panicked that he was going to resist with all his strength, regardless of whether it would attract the attention of others, Heimos suddenly stopped moving.
Then, there was a clatter of water.
Heimos reached out and lifted him out of the water and onto the shore.
"It's too late, you should go back."
Confused by what happened and ended suddenly, Garlan sat on his knees on the bank of the stream, and before he could catch his breath, he heard Heimos's words.
He looked at Heimos in confusion.
He knelt on the bank, and Heimos was still standing in the stream, submerged from the waist down.
I don't know if it was his illusion, but Heimos's voice and behavior were a little stiff and strange, perhaps because one eye was covered by wet black hair, he felt a bit of embarrassment inexplicably.
Heimos stood upright in the water, his hands resting on the shore, motionless.
The surface of the water swung open around his waist, and it was impossible to see in the darkness of the night beneath the surface of the water.
The two of them were clearly facing each other, but Heimos looked away for some reason and didn't look at him.
"Aren't you coming up?"
Garland asked suspiciously.
Heimos glanced at him, looked away quickly, and shook his head.
"It's too hot, I'll soak for a while, you go first."
The man urged again.
"Your clothes are soaking wet, go back and change."
Garland, who was urged to leave for the first time by Heimos, left in a confused manner.
Seeing the boy's back disappear from sight, Heimos finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the body that had been standing stiffly just now softened.
He turned and leaned against the rock, breathing uncontrollably.
damn...
He pursed his lips tightly.
Fortunately, it was night, and Garlan could not see the corner of his eyes.
The slightly reddened corners of his eyes were reddened by the desire he was holding back.
The courtyard was quiet.
Later, clouds drifted over in the night sky, blocking the bright full moon, and plunged the earth into darkness.
From behind the rocks by the stream came the man's hurried, heavy breathing, as if he was trying to hold back.
After a while, the gasp gradually subsided.
Finally, disappear into nothingness.
In the dead of night, the wet Heimos finally got up from the stream and left.
The stream continued to flow happily in the dark night, washing everything away.
The water was clear, and there was no trace of anything strange.