"..." Something seemed to flash past just now.
Sells rubbed the corners of his eyes and entered the room. His eyes quickly fell on the messy slippers, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
"Naron." He seemed to like calling the other person's name, even if he didn't get a response.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sells sorted out some messy clothes, and then took out a small box from his pocket.
Sells: "Baby, I've got a gift for you, I've hidden it for you."
He put the box next to the pillow.
Then leaned over and lowered his head, and put his ears on the chest and abdomen of the person on the bed.
The rapid heartbeat beats again and again, fully revealing the master's nervous mood.
After a while, Sells straightened up and said in a melancholy tone, "I seem to like you more and more, baby."
Naren's breath was stagnant. Although he already knew that Sells' attitude towards him was unusual, but this was the first time he heard such blunt words.
Sells was helpless: "What about you? Don't you hate me?"
As usual, the marshal who didn't get a response ticked his chin and cursed softly: "Little bastard."
The little bastard held his breath.
However, the heartbeat was uncontrollably beating fast, and the Marshal, who was still scheming with one hand on the opponent, naturally noticed this change.
"My heart is beating so fast, baby."
Naren: "..."
Both ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the hand hidden under the quilt moved uneasily. No matter how proficient he is in acting, he will never be able to adjust his heart rate.
Sells chuckled: "You will make me think you are pretending to be asleep."
Naren froze.
—and then felt like I was being patted on the head.
Sells sighed like a raving: "You make me... weird."
You're making me weird too, Naryn thought.
No kisses tonight.
Sells unexpectedly talked a lot, and didn't lower his volume. Such a movement would definitely wake up a sleeping person, but he seemed confident and not worried about such a problem.
Nalen had to think deeply about a possibility: Maybe Sells had discovered that he was sober. Perhaps, the discovery time far exceeded his estimate.
But he quickly denied this possibility, after all, when he pretended to be asleep, he couldn't even roll his eyes. He was pretty sure he hadn't shown any flaws.
To his surprise, Sells quickly left. When parting, she didn't kiss his forehead and say goodbye to him softly. Just tucked the quilt for him as usual, opened the door and retreated out.
Naren propped himself up and took out the gift from under the pillow. Opening the box, there was a brooch lying quietly inside, inlaid with clear green gemstones, like a finely crafted handicraft.
Beautiful, even Naren, who has a fastidious aesthetic, would have to admit.
He swiped towards his chest, and suddenly remembered something that he had deliberately forgotten all this time.
Pulling away the nightgown, the circular ring on the left breast seemed to remind him silently: the turning point of his relationship with Sayers was a rough and brutal accident, and there was no good thing worth remembering.
Thinking back to the beginning, Sells was looking for a one-night stand with great fanfare; when he found out that the target was Donnie, he was even more courteous and enthusiastic. What now
He turned over and got out of bed, found the communicator belonging to Doni, which had been dusty for many days, and directly dialed the other party's terminal number.
"Sales, remember me?"
The marshal, who was about to climb over the wall, stopped his movements: "What's the matter, baby?"
Nalen: "You call everyone so frivolous?"
Sells was taken aback: "Only you."
Naren couldn't say a word anymore, and his heart gradually sank to the bottom.
At that moment, a deep sadness swept over him, and he felt that he was a joke—he thought that Sells had a heart for "Donnie", but in the end, due to various reasons, this initial heartbeat ended without a problem and turned into a haze False melancholy... And this melancholy will eventually be consumed by time, and nothing will be left in the end.
The "tryst" in the past few days has blinded his eyes even more, giving him the illusion that Sells has empathized with himself, but the fact is...
"Huh? Why didn't you speak?" Seers' tone was extremely gentle.
The thin man stepped on the floor with bare feet, his thin lips were tightly pressed. A wordless and turbulent sense of sadness invaded all emotions, and his self-esteem, which was so strong to the extreme, was severely crushed at that moment.
Why did he do this to him
How could he flirt with "others" after treating himself like that
Searles' duplicity of "affection" made him feel the pain of "betrayed".
Rather than suffer through long trials, it is better to take a crisp action.
— It's time to end this farce.
"Naron?" Sayers yelled suspiciously, "What happened?"
"Don't call me!" The prince, who was drowning in grief and anger, sneered angrily: "Maybe I should bless you and your Lan Chong to love each other?"
Sells: "???"
Nalen took a deep breath and said in an extremely restrained tone: "Don't come to me in the future."
Sells frowned: "Naron? You..."
Communication was cut off.
He suddenly had a bad premonition, and stared at the communication information on the terminal for a while—since he found out about Doni’s true nature, out of some evil taste and secretive mood, the sullen marshal secretly wrote the other party’s note name Changed from "Lan Bug" to "Baby Naryn". After changing the name of the note, he hasn't contacted "Dony" for a long time, not to mention communication, even sending less messages.
Just now, after seeing the eye-catching word "Naren" in front of the communication applicant, the marshal was dazzled by love, thinking that "Baby is finally going to showdown", the marshal couldn't wait to chat verbally after connecting .
Changing two communication numbers with the same essence but different nature into the same remark name will indeed cause trouble.
Sells: "..." The conversation just now seems to be very problematic.
The marshal who suspected that he had "already known the truth" had a strong sense of guilt.
And a certain prince, who was in a sad mood, pinched his own communicator and realized something was wrong belatedly.
He obviously used the communicator of "Donnie", but what did Sells call him just now
It seems that it is his name. real name. Naren.
Naren: "..."
He suddenly realized that it seemed that something worse had happened than Sells had two boats on his feet.
In the darkness, it became silent for a long time. After a while, Naren wiped his face vigorously, began to pace back and forth anxiously, and finally dropped the communicator violently.
"What is this?!" Nalen muttered angrily, "He called 'Narlen' to 'Dony'?"
Angrily kicking the communicator—
"He already knew I was Doni????"
"hypocritical!"
"Excellent acting!"
"What else does he know?!"
"Conspiracy! Scam! Shameless obscenity!"
If Sells had already known his secret, wouldn't all those stupid things he did under the guise of "Dony" and the dark history he was going to bury forever be exposed? ! It even includes...the beginning of all the bad luck—the thing that he tried so hard to deny even being charged with "treason"...Sells also knows
"Boom—" Unspeakable complex emotions engulfed him.
As soon as Sels, who had been going back and forth, saw the flushed Prince Naryn, he was about to faint with shame and indignation.
He coughed, and brazenly surrounded him from behind.
"Baby?"
What responded to him was a very lethal look.
"I… "
Nalen said expressionlessly, "Marshal Sells, it's late at night, why did you appear in Sharvi's house?"
Sells: "Naron, I..."
Naren: "At this time, you should make up a perfect reason to fool me and pretend that nothing happened."
Sells: "Hey baby I..."
Naren: "Can you call someone else?"
"No, I'm just calling you." With a look on his face that the matter has been exposed, he simply broke the can and smashed his expression. He leaned forward and quickly kissed him on the lips, and touched the slender man with one hand very skillfully. The back of the neck, the prince with his eyes open tasted very delicious, and he couldn't help but kissed it again.
Nalen turned his head and stretched out his hand to resist: "Talk well."
Sells grabbed his hand, looked at him intently with deep eyes, and there was strong and undisguised affection in his eyes.
During these days, because of someone's self-esteem higher than ordinary people, and out of a certain self-knowledge that he was wrong, Sells gave up the right to choose, and only hoped that his efforts could soften the ice until he got a sweet response .
But in the current situation, even if things deviate from the forecast - the secrets of the past few days were revealed without warning, Naren was not surprised to become angry from embarrassment. But when it came time to face the challenge, he was relieved.
Sells: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
—The hand on the body was not firm, and the attitude of the owner of the hand's refusal was not as tough as it appeared on the surface.
This is already a special treatment given to him by a prince who doesn't like physical contact.
Sells felt that the joy in his chest was about to overflow him, and his whole body was about to be overwhelmed by some kind of emotion called "satisfaction" and "joy". And this emotion quickly turned into a stronger impulse, which made him unable to breathe harder.
"It's not me." Nalen narrowed his eyes and said, "Sells Monte, you'd better explain clearly."
Sells: "…"
His palm touched the soft neck, and the taste of the other party still remained in his lips and tongue. The first intimate contact between the two "while awake" made him reluctant to say something unsightly.
"Naron, everything is very clear." Sells hugged him.
"Oh, why didn't I understand anything?" The prince, who had woken up from the fog of emotion, was extremely difficult to fool.
Even if he can hide once, can he still hide for a lifetime
Since the person in front of him was his chosen life partner, Sells had no choice but to confess the truth seriously.
Nalen's face became darker the more he heard it, and when he heard "Seeing that you didn't refuse, I'm so happy that I come here every night", he pushed Sells away even more angrily.
—Made, you even know about him pretending to be asleep
Can we keep some secrets for each other
I feel like I can hardly breathe!
Sells touched his neck with a smile: "Baby, I have no secrets from you, why don't we..." Kiss
Nalen interrupted him: "No, I'm not in the mood."
Sells: "So it's more about doing things that make you feel better."
Naren reminded him: "It's past zero."
Sells continued, "Then I'll watch you sleep."
Naren: "..."
He now has a strong shadow on the behavior of "sleeping". Not to mention that when Searles said this, his smile was meaningful, as if he was giving a tacit signal.