The tent was extremely quiet at the moment, and Taer huddled to one side, daring not to take a breath.
Ever since he was a child, for some unknown reason, he was especially afraid of Heimos, even more so than King Camos and the priests of Shemuer. Therefore, even if Heimos had pressed Garlan against the wall now, he would only dare to look at it without daring to make a sound.
fine.
Tarr comforted himself.
Like His Majesty, Prince Heimos has always been fond of His Highness and will not do anything to His Highness.
Fat Tal thought so, but not one of the initiators who had been pressed against the wall by Heimos.
The man who was holding him looked down at him from the top down like a blade, as if he was about to poke himself away. Garlan was pinched by his chin and raised his face. He couldn't even lower his head to avoid the heart-pounding gaze of the other party. He could only stare at Heimos.
Heimos looked down at him condescendingly, relying on his height by a head taller than him, his eyes were pressing, and his thin lips were still raised with a smile.
But Garlan wanted to know that this smile did not mean that Heimos was in a good mood. On the contrary, the other party was so angry with his behavior that he laughed angrily.
Indeed, the kind of thing he did was very dishonest, and anyone would get angry.
Especially when he was gossiping behind his back, and he was caught.
Garlan looked helplessly at the dangerous smile on the corner of Heimos' mouth, and felt his heart skip a beat.
"Heimos..."
He whimpered softly and looked at Heimos, like a kitten with the back of his neck pinched, lying on his back, not daring to move, only daring to humming softly called.
The whole person shrank into a ball under the shadow of the tall body, looking weak, pitiful, and helpless.
Heimos stared fiercely at the young man under him, his face was cold, his eyes were like knives, and there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
But he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. He felt like a vibrating volcano inside his body. The hot magma was tumbling and surging, filling his body. come out.
He Moss grew up so big, and it was the first time that he was deceived and played like this.
He had probably never been so stupid in his life.
The thought of this made him laugh angrily.
However, what annoyed him the most was that he was so angry at the little guy who was watching his jokes behind his back that he was about to explode, but he was still reluctant to teach the little guy a lesson.
Even the hand that pinched Garlan's chin tried his best to restrain himself from using too much force.
You know, with his strength, he can crush a person's jawbone abruptly.
But now, holding the boy's slightly small chin, he didn't dare to exert any force, for fear that if he exerted a little force, a finger print would be formed on the white and tender skin.
It's just that there was a rush of anger in his heart, and it would be uncomfortable if he didn't vent it out.
However, he was reluctant to do anything to Gallan.
Heimos felt like he was about to die of suffocation.
Looking at the young man's bright golden eyes looking up at him, and his angry but cute appearance like a deer who got into trouble, Heimos felt that his teeth tickled with hatred.
I can't tell if I'm mad at Garlan or mad at myself.
It's an itchy tooth anyway.
Garlan looked up at him, and saw that he was just staring at him coldly. He didn't say anything for a while, and suddenly became more nervous. He couldn't help but move a little, his head was slightly tilted, and the supple blonde hair suddenly disappeared from the shoulders and neck. One side slipped off.
This movement, from the angle of Heimos looking down, saw the half-neck exposed from the falling blond hair.
When the boy's neck was raised upwards, it showed a swan-like soft arc, and the fair skin had a hint of pink, which was as attractive as a peach.
I don't know if I'm really anxious, or I'm dizzy, or I'm tempted by the whiteness leaked from the blond hair.
Heimos lowered his head and bit Garlan's neck like a wolf that had caught its prey.
He didn't expect that Heimos was so angry that he bit his neck like a wolf. Garlan froze for a while, and subconsciously raised his hand and pressed it on Heimos's chest, trying hard to bite the person who bit him. push away.
But his strength was not at all the opponent of Heimos, and he was in a panic, and he couldn't push it away for a while.
The slight tingling sensation from the side of his neck made him panic even more.
Just when he wanted to call Heimos's name to beg for mercy, he suddenly froze. He felt that the place where his neck was bitten was punctured, and a sharp thing pierced under the skin, as if it had already been bitten. touch the fragile blood vessels under that thin skin—
Garlan had an inexplicable illusion that his throat would be bitten off by the man in front of him in the next second.
He was like a prey caught by the throat of a beast, forced to lift his head to reveal his most vulnerable vitals.
The fear of the man in front of him that had been buried deep in his heart that he had never forgotten for so many years was suddenly excavated again, causing his chest to tremble uncontrollably.
He was leaning against the wall, stiff and unable to move.
The smell of blood in his mouth made Heimos calm down a little, as if his brain was being scorched by the flames.
I saw a clear tooth mark appeared on Garlan's side neck, and a drop of bright red blood was seeping out from the tooth mark, dyeing the fair skin red.
Overdone it.
Seeing that he was actually biting Gallan in rage and bleeding out, Heimos, who was so angry just now, regretted it again.
He subconsciously reached out to touch the bloodstain, but Garlan suddenly turned his head and avoided his hand.
Garlan glanced at Heimos, there was panic in his eyes, and there was a little deep hidden fear, which was usually suppressed. Once attacked by Heimos, he would jump out of his body reflexively.
He lowered his head and covered his eyes with his drooping golden forehead, preventing Heimos from seeing the emotions in his eyes at the moment.
Garlan lowered his head, Heimos couldn't see his eyes at the moment, he could only see that the pink lips were slightly pursed.
"Angry?"
Huymos said softly.
Seeing the bloodshot caused by accidentally overdoing it, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, and whispered to the boy who turned his head away and avoided his hand in anger.
"It hurts?"
Garlan, who lowered his head, took a deep breath.
calm down.
He warned himself in his heart.
It is not the past few lives, and now Heimos is very good to himself, very good.
He thought about the way Heimos treated himself over the years, just like brother Camos, taking care of himself as if he loved his younger brother. He didn't even lose to brother Camos at all to him.
It is precisely because of being favored by Heimos that he now dares to make jokes about Heimos so boldly.
Thinking of this, the tight chest was relieved a little, and the surging fear was suppressed again.
Garlan raised his head and looked at the man in front of him.
"If you're not angry, I won't be angry."
He came up with the method to deal with King Kamos after years of trouble, Garlan said, looking at Heimos with his eyes open.
"I know I'm doing it wrong...but I didn't mean it, there's nothing I can do."
The young man in front of him looked at him with a pair of clear golden eyes, with a bit of flattery.
"Heimos, it was my fault,"
Garlan's voice is like a clean stream, but also has a little trace of childhood, especially when it is light, it gives people a soft feeling, which makes people feel soft.
"Don't be angry, okay?"
No matter how big his temperament is, if he is so flattered by the young man's soft tone, it will immediately disappear.
Heimos reached out and squeezed Garlan's cheek slightly.
"The next thing I ask, you are not allowed to lie again."
"it is good."
Garland nodded obediently.
When the matter came to an end, Tarr, who had been shivering for a long time beside him, saw that he was all right, and hurriedly ran over happily, helped to move the stool, helped to serve the tea cup, and consciously became a servant.
Heimos sat down and asked while drinking tea.
"You know who that guy is targeting?"
Garland sighed and replied, "It's me."
"Know from the beginning?"
"No, at first I thought he liked you. After all, the person he was courting in public was..."
Garlan was halfway through speaking when Heimos interrupted him directly.
"When was that discovered?"
"Well... it was probably two days after you had a fight that morning, after I invited Opada to my palace for the first time."
"How did you get it?"
"The behavior of you and Tapti is a bit strange, and Opada never seems to look at you very much after you come. I think... something is not right, so I asked Tal to check."
That is to say, the kid next to him also knows all about it.
Heimos glanced at the fat boy who was standing beside him, and Tar shivered, shrinking himself into a ball.
He turned his gaze to the boy who sat obediently across from him, and continued to ask bluntly.
"Why pretend you don't know? Really just to see my jokes?"
"of course not."
Garland resolutely denied it.
He nodded his head in distress and said, "Let's put it this way, if I knew that Opada liked me, but I still wanted to go to Tasda with him, what would you and King Camos think? ?"
"… "
Heimos's eyes sank slightly.
"You'd think I liked him too, wouldn't you?"
Garlan sighed helplessly, "Furthermore, in this case, Brother Wang will never agree to let me go to Tasda with him."
"Although I also know that it is very cunning to pretend that I don't know Opada's intentions, but if I make things clear, on the premise that I know Opada likes me, I must go to Tasda with him, It must be misunderstood by Opada that I am also to him... that would be troublesome."
He says,
"After all, like you, it's impossible for me to like a man."
"Since you know, why did you say that I would be detained in Tustar?"
"Ha...haha, this..."
I'm mad at you on purpose, because I don't want you to come with me. If you're here, it's very inconvenient to do a lot of things.
Unlike Tal and Kaihos, they will only do what they want to do, and will never ask themselves why.
"Just... just kidding you."
Garland said shyly.
"Joke? Tsk, well, last question."
Heimos put down the teacup in his hand.
He said, "What's your reason for going to Tustar with Opada?"
really.
I knew you would definitely ask, so I didn't want you to come with me.
Garland thought sadly.
His eyes rolled around, trying to make up a reason. But as soon as he rolled his eyes, Heimos, who had been staring at him, guessed what he was thinking.
"You just promised not to lie to me again."
"Well... it's really hard to say."
Because the previous life knew that Opada was killed on the way back, so he had to follow Opada to save his life.
How could he possibly say something so strange.
"Don't want to talk, do you?"
Garland hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Um."
"I see."
Heimos did not continue to ask, stood up, as if planning to leave.
Garlan followed, and he was a little surprised.
"Aren't you going to keep asking?"
"You must have a reason for doing this."
Heimos said, looking at the teenager in front of him.
He reached out and gently pulled the blond hair in front of Garlan's eyes behind his ears.
"You don't want to tell me, I won't force you," he said. "But, Garlan, I hope you don't lie to me in the future."
The boy's shadow was deeply reflected in the golden red eyes, and Heimos's voice was as low as a sigh at the moment.
"Because what you hide from me will make me uncomfortable."
In fact, what made him most angry was not the fact that Garlan saw him laughing, but that there were people who were closer to and trusted by Garlan than him. But do not know such a thing.
This made him feel as if there was a stagnation in his chest, which made him feel an indescribable uncomfortable feeling.
Being watched by Heimos' deep and serious eyes, Gallan suddenly felt a little guilty.
"I see."
He nodded, looking good.
Heimos smiled and stroked the boy's head again.
Looking down a little, he saw the traces on the side of Garlan's neck again.
The tooth marks he left were exceptionally clear on the boy's white neck.
A little red is still left on it.
He subconsciously rubbed the vicinity of the tooth mark with his thumb.
"Does it still hurt?"
He said, "Is there any ointment? I'll put it on for you."
Garlan was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted to what Heimos said, and shook his head.
"No, that little injury, just lick it..."
Before he could finish speaking, Heimos suddenly lowered his head and buried his black-haired head in the crevice of his neck.
The next second, soft lips covered the flesh in that place.
… I said just lick it just as an analogy to show that this is a small wound, and it didn’t make you really move your mouth—
Garlan, who froze for a moment when his throat was caught again, shouted in his heart.
The place where he was caught on the neck was so itchy that people couldn't help but want to hide, but he was hugged tightly by Heimos' arms, and he couldn't escape at all.
His neck was already very sensitive, and now he could clearly feel the touch of the warm and moist tongue licking on his slightly stinging wound.
The hot air sprayed from the tip of Heimos's nose swept across the skin of his neck, and the tip of his nose touched his neck.
Without the fear of being bitten just now, Garlan only felt that the place where he was licked itch made the back of his neck feel a little numb.
itch.
So itchy.
Garlan, who couldn't break free, couldn't help but muttered in a low voice.
But Heimos seemed to have not heard at all, and stubbornly licked the tooth mark for a while before raising his head.
"I bite, of course I'm responsible."
He says.
The golden red eyes were squinted lightly, the corners of the handsome young man's eyes were slightly raised, and a shallow smile appeared, revealing a seductive arc.
As if he had tasted something delicious, the tip of his tongue inadvertently licked his thin lips.