Naren was so depressed that he didn't want to speak.
Even if the two of them finally made things clear and Sells didn't step on two boats, he was still not happy. The whole thing was so embarrassing, it made me want to bury myself in bed and never come out for the rest of my life. If you ask him why he is ashamed, he will hesitate because of the innumerable things.
Really—everything is black history!
He narrowed his eyes, and for a moment he had the urge to silence Sells.
Sells: "…"
The marshal, immersed in joy, suddenly felt threatened.
Naren looked away, walked slowly to the table, and poured water. He raised his head and took a big sip, feeling himself trapped again.
Naren: "..."
"Naron, I'm so happy." Sears' always restrained voice was filled with waves: "Can I ask you to date me after dawn?"
He hasn't adjusted his attitude towards Sells yet, but the other party seems to behave extremely naturally.
Nalen did not refuse with a cold face.
Pushing Searles away and looking at him for a while, Nalen said, "It's afternoon."
Getting up too early can be a problem.
The prince fell into a new round of depression.
Who in this world would confirm a relationship in the early morning
He was still in his pajamas, with his slippers on, and with a haggard look of staying up all night, in the room, groping in the dark—yes, groping in the dark.
This doesn't match up with any kind of confession scene he knows.
Even if the moon is exposed outside and the moonlight pours down, the light in the whole room is not dim. But it cannot be denied that they talked about the whole thing in the dark.
— At least turn on the light.
The marshal who got the reply grabbed his hand, put it to his mouth, lowered his head and touched his lips lightly, his deep eyes were filled with the excitement of getting what he wanted. Strictly speaking, this was the only love affair in Sayers' young life.
Now he finally understands why so many people always like to talk about their companions in their hometown or about finding a partner during the march.
"You said you knew it a long time ago... Then how did you find out?" Naren still couldn't help asking the question he wanted to know the most.
Sells didn't respond: "Which one?"
Naren: "..."
Sells smiled calmly: "Baby, I want to look forward to the future with you more than these trivial things~"
Nalen pressed: "You have to tell me when."
Sells hesitated for a few seconds before revealing an approximate time frame.
"..."
The impact of the answer on Nalen was so great that many years later, in retrospect, he would have an urge so strong that he would faint on the spot.
On the contrary, after speaking, the marshal was undoubtedly in a relaxed mood. The person who has always been calm and self-sufficient, lost his composure frequently tonight. Taking advantage of Nalen's time to organize his thoughts, he kissed the back of his hand again.
Nalen withdrew his hand and said in a deep voice, "You'd better stop when it's too late."
"Okay." Sells readily agreed, "It's really late."
Opening his arms, the marshal's eyes concealed expectations, "I should go."
Naren stood there and looked at him, nodding reservedly.
Sells had no choice but to lower his arms regretfully: "Goodbye."
Just a second before he turned to leave, Naren said with a straight face, "See you tomorrow."
In the smiling face of Sells that was about to bloom, a certain young man who had stumbled with a frantic heartbeat calmly turned around, pretending to be indifferent.
Therefore, there is always a gap between reality and ideal. The prince, who has a blank emotional experience, all his understanding of love comes from the star network, and the most common process is usually that the two confess and confirm the relationship in a beautiful environment, followed by a romantic date and dinner.
But when it was his turn, the environment was dark, the confession turned into a confession, and romantic dates and dinners were even more impossible—at this point in time, he could only sleep under the covers.
Sells really left this time.
The room was silent for a long time, and after an unknown amount of time, a pair of energetic eyes opened in the darkness, and the prince rolled over, panting, buried his face in the pillow, and bumped into the pillow. . When he looked up, his gray-green eyes seemed to sparkle.
Doomed to sleepless tonight.
And it's not just two young men ready to make a move.
Old Prince Angri lived in the next room not far away. The night was getting dark and the time had reached the early morning mark, but he didn't feel sleepy. Outside the half-open window, the familiar figure finally came out of the little son's room.
"Peng, Peng—" the old prince stared forward, clenched his fist with his right hand, and beat his chest dully, as if this would make him feel better.
Because he was worried about the thief who visited every night with ulterior motives, he came to the Shalvet mansion again. He decided to inspect it himself.
The opponent is strong and skilled, and does not seem to be an easy character to deal with. Although Gavin has rearranged the security system for them, people must be more cautious.
As a result, such a picture was witnessed.
His youngest son.
In an instant, he aged several years.
sellsmount.
Fortunately, he thought that the other party was a young, promising and upright young man, but he turned out to be just a well-dressed and shameless villain!
Looking at the entire imperial capital, even the flirtatious old rascal Wald would never do such a thing of breaking into a private house at night to have a tryst with someone!
His Naryn—the old prince clutched his heart.
The family education of Xia Erwei's family is very strict, and he does not believe that his youngest son, who has good morals and knows shame and reason, will engage in late-night private meetings under his nose.
Someone must have bewitched him. You must know that although his son has a big temper, his heart is very soft. A few soft words may move him...
In the eyes of the old prince with a heavy filter, the youngest son was always innocent, kind and outstanding, and could be easily abducted.
——I didn't know that if you want to abduct his youngest son, you need to cross the protective shield that can be called a natural moat.
The old prince glanced at the time and took a deep breath.
it's so late...
It's, it's, it's, it's late!
Reason makes him patient, but emotion makes him impulsive.
He faced one of the great challenges of his long life, one more intense than any previous political confrontation.
After kicking over "Hundred Ways to Get Along with In-Laws" and "Treating Children's Love with a Correct Attitude", the old prince walked towards the door aggressively.
He wants to catch this kid and let him know that the corner of Xia Erwei's house is not so easy to dig! The walls of Sharvie's house are not for climbing!
"The attitude of the elders is often related to the happiness of the children. If the children deliberately conceal this relationship, don't be angry or impulsive, their hearts are also painful. The relationship that does not bless the elders is broken and incomplete."
The soaring anger seemed to be the pause button, he squatted down and picked up the books on the ground.
"Support children in every thoughtful relationship, and with such an attitude, they will be willing to confess... The suppression will only make things worse. They have to choose to hide in the dark to avoid the exposure of their feelings. This is very important. It may lead to unpredictable consequences.”
The old prince held the book and flipped through it seriously.
The restless night in Chalvet's house passed quickly.
It wasn't until the first ray of dawn came in that the two princes fell into a drowsy sleep. A refreshed Yamin Sharvi waited at the dining table early with his wife and children, but was told that today's breakfast was a family of three.
Ilya yawned again and again: "Grandpa and uncle can sleep in, why can't I?"
Yaming swept over with a cold light, scaring her full of complaints back into her stomach.
The Marshal, who also fell asleep late at night, was not so lucky. Early in the morning, he was notified to investigate a group of undocumented visitors to the Alta galaxy.
Not every galaxy is in a state of peace. There are many large and small planets between galaxies, and there are often frictions between planets due to issues such as resources, domains, and satellite ownership. The Raven galaxy where Asha is located also often has friction, but these frictions are not enough to determine that the galaxy is in a "wartime state". War broke out.
The Alta galaxy is in a state of war.
Countless refugees fled the flames of war in spaceships, especially the inhabitants of several small planets that were innocently affected.
Today is no longer the war mode of the cold weapon era. Just a few heavy weapons can cause irreparable damage to a small and medium-sized planet.
Naturally, the two sides of the main station do not want to hurt the fundamentals, so the place of battle has become those weak planets.
These days, a large number of alien refugees are pouring into Asha, seeking asylum. But because they are separated by millions of light years, the races between them are extremely different, and their customs and habits are even more different, which leads to chaos on the border, and even several fights between groups.
This is more biased towards placement.
Sells declined the request to go to the military headquarters for a meeting and handed over the matter to Dia.
So at noon, Dia sent a video request.
Sells was just fully dressed, and he clicked to confirm after seeing it.
Di Ya: "Marshal... May I ask the reason?"
Searles: "I believe that these little problems can be solved by you alone."
Dia: "No, what I'm confused about is... Since you're not going to the military headquarters, why are you still dressed so formally?"
The suit and leather shoes came next, and Sells unbuttoned the top two buttons schemingly. If he was next to Sells, he might still be able to smell the cold scent of a man who seemed to have nothing on him. If you look closely, even the hairstyle seems to have been taken care of.
Searles straightened his clothes: "Appropriate attire is a basic attitude towards life."
Di Ya obviously didn't believe it, "Are you going to meet His Royal Highness just like that?"
In the face of temptation, Sells remained immovable.
Di Ya: "It only takes one day to go back and forth from the border. The situation over there is complicated, and our people are the first to make provocations."
Sells looked at his watch: "Then put on a gesture, the stupidity of individual people will not cause disputes among groups."
Dia: "But..."
Sells: "Dia, it's time for me to go out."
Di Ya: "..." When a person is not in the mood to work, don't say anything, just bless you.
At this time, the terminal prompt sound suddenly reminded, and Sells clicked on the message interface, and his expression changed instantly.
Dia was curious: "What's wrong?"
Sells read it back and forth ten times, the message from Naren Sharvi.
[I'm here, waiting at the door.]
Sells: "..." The heart speeded up suddenly, and that small line of words seemed to have terrible magic power.
Dia became even more curious, and just planned to continue asking.
"drop-"
Sells stopped the communication without raising his eyelids, and focused on replying to the message.
[54321]
[What?]
[Gate password.]
After a while, Naren's reply popped up.
[... Then I came in?]
Sells sorted out his hair and clothes to make sure there was nothing wrong.
[Come.]