The night was getting dark, and the entertainment feast finally came to an end near 22:00. The two returned with a full load, and returned to the S-class "dream love car" holding a bunch of gift bags that were said to be must-have items for the home.
Sells looked at the prince whose chin was half blocked by the gift package, and said with a smile: "They provide delivery service."
Nalen said: "It's not necessary." After speaking, he tore off the mask on his face.
Revealing the address is not intended to reveal his identity, and he will keep that stupid mask forever.
After putting the things on the back seat, Nalen looked at the time: "It's so late."
Sells sat in the driver's seat and asked, "Are you coming?"
The green eyes flickered for a moment, but became calm again: "No, I'm going to rest for a while." He slept in the holographic cabin for a few hours, and he didn't feel tired at the moment, just looking at the dark sky outside, gone interest in speaking.
— Actually, I'm still tired.
It's been a long time since the prince who has played wildly and indulgently, at the end of the day, the whole person is relaxed. Naren rubbed his tormented face—although the material of the mask is breathable, it is uncomfortable to wear for a long time.
At this time, the side door "clicked" lightly, and Sells said, "Go in."
The disgust in Nalen's eyes was fully revealed. If you don't sit in the front row, why squeeze him in the back row
The witty marshal had already activated the self-driving system and set the route, insisting on sitting next to the prince. Nalen moved very reluctantly and moved a small space, but Sells didn't mind, and closed the car door after getting up.
"It will start in 3 seconds—" As the system sounded, the car moved forward slowly.
When passing a certain corner, Naren caught a glimpse of a familiar emerald green sports car from the corner of his eye. The door of the driver's seat was wide open, and a man who seemed to be his friend Alida was facing them with his back, as if he was moving something inside. And behind him—a three-stomach worm poked its head limply out, opened one of its mouthparts, and bit it unceremoniously.
Naren: "..."
The tristomimus seemed to have noticed a car passing by, and slid into the shirt with a "swoosh." Then I saw Alida turn around, put his back against the car, and started to rub.
Nalen turned his head and met the marshal who was looking down at the terminal, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I seem to know where Langa is."
Sells quickly turned off the screen, and said seriously: "How do you say?"
—hiding in Elida's shirt.
Nalen opened his mouth, and decided to find another time to expose...
Now rushing forward, how could he explain to his friends that he was sitting in Searles' car late at night. "Bow and Spear" had a conversation with them not long ago... Alida may not be smart, but he is not a fool either, and the problem can be found after a few contacts.
Thinking of this, Naren felt guilty.
During the long years of his rivalry with Selce Mount, his good friend Elida always supported him unconditionally and helped him-although it usually didn't work. But for his own sake, he has always worked very hard to play the role of pioneer.
"He might be with Elida..." Naren said ambiguously, "I'll talk to him in a few days."
Many days have passed since the bug attack on Shell Street, which also means that Langa has been silently on Alida's back for such a long period of time, and the only distress it caused was only the pain in the back. itch. He should not have murdered Elida.
There will be no problem in the short term—Naron opened the terminal and sent an invitation to Elida. He intends to expose Langa's hiding place face to face after making sufficient preparations tomorrow. Escape from birth.
The S-Class sports car quickly rolled out of the garage.
It was almost late at night when they returned to the Shalvet mansion, and the farewell between the two was very brief.
Naren: "Goodbye."
Sells replied with a smile: "Good night, Your Highness."
It was night, and there was silence in Sharvi's house. Except for Nalen who came back late, everyone else had already fallen asleep peacefully. After playing around all day, the prince returned to the house, took a shower with a yawn, and quickly got into bed.
Before going to bed, he glanced at the terminal, and there were two new messages flashing on it, one from Alieda. The big man readily agreed to his friend's invitation, and enthusiastically expressed his expectation and excitement; while the other one came from the marshal who had just parted for less than ten minutes.
[Sleeping?]
Nalen rolled over, squinted, and thought yes, good night.
A person who is asleep, or who is about to sleep peacefully, should not reply to this question, because once he replies, it means that he is awake at the moment.
So he casually threw the terminal aside and wrapped himself up more tightly.
In the deep night, an agile figure sneaked into the room again without a sound.
Half asleep and half awake, the prince who was about to fall asleep in one step, vigilantly realized that something was wrong, and slowly opened his eyes in the darkness. He was lying on his side with his back to the door, so the intruder did not notice the abnormality.
Soon, the door slammed.
"Naron?"
Nalen's face froze, heh, this familiar shout.
—a cry as soft as a sigh came from some honest and trustworthy Marshal.
"Really fell asleep..."
There was a slight weight on the shoulders, and Naren quickly closed his eyes, and slowly clenched his hands under the blanket, trying to maintain a sleeping position without feeling anything.
Sells came.
After experiencing the night attack last night, he had a bad premonition about what happened next.
You won't do that kind of thing again, will you? If this is the case, he must expose Sells on the spot this time, severely accuse him of his indecent behavior, and then make him never appear in front of him.
There seemed to be heat coming from behind the ears.
Nalen curled up his toes, thinking that pretending to be asleep won't help, he needs to brew for a while, and when Sells gets close, he punches out directly.
At this time, the hand on the shoulder stayed for a few seconds, and gradually began to move upwards with a sense of probing. Slowly, the hand circled around the curly hair and pinched the back of Nalen's neck precisely.
Naren: "..."
The gentle force drove His Royal Highness, who was "sleeping unconsciously" on the bed, to turn over, from lying on his side to lying on his back. As a result, the tightly wrapped blanket was shaken off a bit, revealing a dark and large nightgown.
The thin and slightly pale chest undulates slightly, if you get closer, you will find that the frequency has long been messed up.
A low laugh came from overhead. In the next second, Nalen felt a warmth on his neck, with a slight dampness...
What the hell, what
Then, he felt a slight bite on his ear.
"..." Change, pervert
Then, there was a wet and soft touch on the cheek - it seemed to be touched by the tongue.
Naren: "..."
The wet and soft touch moved slowly, from the face to the chin... At the last moment, he suddenly realized something, and he closed his mouth calmly.
Sells' lips pressed up immediately.
— was kissed again.
In an instant, countless thoughts popped up in Nalen's mind.
—Damn it, he secretly kissed him again while he was sleeping!
—Should he open his eyes and fight the pervert
— But waking up in this situation is really embarrassing.
—What should I do, what should I do to be able to reject the other party with a natural attitude
In the end, he just held his breath and passively accepted the kiss.
After closing the eyes, all five senses are infinitely magnified in the darkness. With flexible lips and tongue gliding over the warm lips, Sells is tempting him to open his lips with a cautious force.
This is not possible.
Naren tried to stop him with what little sanity he had left.
However, rationality succumbed to instinct, the rapid heartbeat and excessive tension consumed all the oxygen in his body, his attitude was softened, his thinking was disturbed, and his tight lips became weak.
The intruders took advantage of the situation and eventually won the contest.
Sliding across the tooth surface, lips and tongue intertwined, Seers' breathing became unsteady, and his rough palm slowly moved down, touching a body that was not strong, but not too thin. Memories of the dinner party came rushing into his head—and after aggressive therapy, he was able to recall more details.
For a long time, he had believed that he was not a weakling succumbing to his desires, but now this idea was shaken-some behaviors had crossed the line.
Searles' original intention was just to sneak in and secretly give his beloved a good night kiss, but in the current situation, the meaning of the kiss has changed, and even started to develop into a worse trend...
He sighed, knowing he had to stop.
This is too absurd, too unrestrained, and doesn't even respect Naren. If he knew what he was doing, he would loathe him exponentially, avoid him, and treat himself with a colder attitude than ever before... This is not what Searles wants to see.
-endure.
Sells convinced himself, and was about to back away, but suddenly felt that Naren's body became tense at some point. Through the delicate fabric, he moved his palm and found that the stiffness became more obvious.
Sells: "…"
He slowly stopped the deep kiss, forced himself to distance himself, and carefully observed the expression of the servant.
Although the night is dark, after adapting to the darkness, the eyes have recovered a certain degree of visual function.
Nalen's face was flushed, his lips parted slightly, a few strands of messy curly hair covered his forehead, his usually green eyes were closing safely, and he looked like he was in a deep sleep.
The marshal looked at it for a long time, turned his head slightly, touched the other person with the side of his face, then kissed the tip of his servant's nose, and said in a low voice, "It's so beautiful..."
He pinched the back of the other's neck again, and sighed softly: "If you like me, wake up."
The room was silent, and after a while there was a slight snoring.
A certain prince is very good at feigning sleep - I really fell asleep, really.
Sells twitched the corner of his mouth and touched the other person's forehead: "It's okay if you don't like it, anyway, I treat you like this..." He kissed loudly on the left cheek, "You don't know either."
Naren: "..."
Sells seemed to be happy: "I will come to accompany you every night from now on, after you fall asleep."
Naren: "..."
Sells finally reflected a soft kiss on his forehead: "Good night, baby."
After saying this, the satisfied marshal finally ended the night raid and skillfully left the Chalvet mansion under the cover of night.
In the room, on the large soft bed, the ravaged Naren opened his eyes, wiped his face expressionlessly, and let his eyes go blank...