The marshal who was caught off guard and educated took a deep breath: "There is a horse farm nearby, do you want to go?"
In a sense, carts and horses can also be classified into the same category.
"The rest area over there is good." Sells emphasized the word rest.
Nalen hesitated: "I'm not very good at horsemanship."
Sells: "..." It seems that the emphasis has no effect. On the contrary, the other party's face is hesitant, but the eyes are shining, which is really irresistible.
Sells immediately said, "It's okay, I'll help you."
Naren's eyes suddenly became very suspicious.
Sells said helplessly, "Look." He was just a little tired from blowing too much wind, but this kind of exhaustion was not enough to affect him, even... If it wasn't in front of Nalen, he wouldn't show any fatigue at all .
It's more like some sort of comfortable, relaxed, non-alert state than "fatigue."
However, Naren still shook his head: "Let's take a walk."
Although the street is empty, it is not empty. According to the recognition of Sells' face, it is estimated that camouflage measures must be taken.
Unexpectedly, in the next second, Sells skillfully took out a mask from a certain cabinet and put it on, then dug out a mask of the same style from a deeper place, and handed it to Nalen.
"Put it on, you are no less famous than me now." Sayers said something confusing.
Seeing that he didn't respond, the witty marshal took the initiative to take on the task of wearing a mask.
Just as Naren was about to open his mouth to ask a question, he felt his mouth get hot—it was covered with cloth.
Sells's exposed dark eyes were looking at him with a smile, his rough fingertips ran across the cochlea, and when the tether was buckled, Naren felt as if his earlobe was lightly pinched.
"..." That familiar feeling of being taken advantage of.
Sells withdrew his hand and opened the car door first: "Let's go."
Looking at someone who seemed nothing had happened, Nalen thought deeply, maybe he should try to get used to it, the pious Marshal seems to have some hobbies that are different from ordinary people in some aspects.
When Nalen got out of the car, Sells approached him very naturally and reached out to hold him, his expression still very stable and reliable.
Naren turned his head, his eyes went from top to bottom, and finally fell on the hands of the two.
Strictly speaking, this should be the first "intimate" contact between the two in broad daylight—oh, Duny's dark history? The prince has already sealed it up, so let's not count it.
The feeling of being held by slightly rough hands is not something people are used to. The prince, who is not used to touching people on the street where pedestrians pass by at any time, couldn't help but straighten his back, his expression tense. .
"Sels..."
The marshal who was called by name shook his hand happily: "What's wrong?"
Nalen: "We..." Or are we going our separate ways? However, the words turned into: "How long have you been out?"
Sells: "It's still early, don't worry."
Naren nodded wildly.
At this time, a car suddenly drove towards him. Nalen narrowed his eyes, broke away from Sells's hand in an instant, and stepped aside. It was not until the car drove away that he realized what he had done.
The gray-green eyes turned half a circle, and glanced at Sayers, who was still in place.
The other party noticed his gaze and smiled at him, not seeming unhappy.
A strong sense of guilt rose from the bottom of his heart, and Naren looked away, becoming a little embarrassed—he seemed to be used to kissing first, but instead forgot these most basic things.
Sells approached again, but this time he didn't hold him back.
Nalen's eyes flickered: "A car is coming."
Sells said helplessly, "I know."
"Sels, I'm not used to walking with people like this."
Naren is really not used to it, perhaps because he has seen too many men and women showing affection in public. As a single dog for many years, his deep impression on such incidents is resistance. When it was his turn, the perception left before had already affected him, and his good upbringing also prevented him from making intimate moves in front of others.
If Sells knew what was going on in his heart, he would probably be even more helpless.
Just holding hands.
It's a pity that a prince with a complicated heart is always suspicious.
Sells: "It was my fault."
Nalen: "No."
Sells: "We'll wait until we get back."
Naren: "..."
Sells suddenly lowered his voice, leaned into his ear and said, "Honey, I want to hold you."
Nalen, who seemed to have been molested by words, squinted at him a few times, and said firmly, "No."
Sells: "…"
"We really should get used to it." He took the initiative to hold Sells' wrist, and said, "It would be better to get used to it in advance."
Sells pointed to the front and reminded: "I heard the engine sound again."
Nalen didn't give him any expression: "In fact, the people in the car don't care who are around them, and what happened to them."
The smile on the corner of Sells' mouth gradually widened, and he took the opportunity to ask: "What happened to them?"
Nalen squeezed hard, "Nothing."
Sells: "…"
As dusk approached, the warm stars gradually slanted westward, and the distant sky was dyed a flame-like red. Two first-time lovers who have officially left the singles and have zero experience stumble on a date.
Behind him is a lone sports car with self-driving mode set and crawling slowly.
After the two turned into a tree-lined path, the tall man who was led along the way turned them back and pressed them against the tree trunk. He lowered his head and tried to kiss a few times. After confirming that they were not rejected, they gave each other a long kiss. deep kiss.
Lips and tongues intertwined, and breathing blended together. Naren originally wanted to calmly complete this as a dating step, but later, he even lost his mind.
He didn't wake up until he felt it was difficult to breathe, and pressed against the opponent's shoulder.
Sells panted a little. After feeling the "stop" signal, he tightly circled the person with his hands, and then rested his chin on the top of the other person's head.
Naren: "..." He clearly remembered that he was only half a head shorter than Searles.
Looking down, in order to maintain this posture that can make the other side "little bird cuddly", the heroic Marshal stood on tiptoe...
"Naron." Searles said in a low and hoarse voice with a slight gasp, "Sometimes I will have an idea, but you will definitely be unhappy..."
What a bad opening, Naryn thought.
"What happened at the Salsa dinner party..." Sells stretched out a hand and pinched the back of his neck, "Don't frown yet."
Nalen: "..." The prince, who was stuck in the process of changing expressions, fell into an awkward situation.
"Fortunately it's not someone else."
After a short silence.
Naren asked, "What if it's Dia?"
Sells was stunned, and he let go of the people and looked at each other: "What?"
Nalen was curious: "Aren't you good friends? What would you do if it was him? Or Andre?"
Sells: "…"
Nalen's expression froze: "It's hard to answer?"
Searles: "No, I just imagined it and was in extreme shock."
Nalen: "Where's Sasha?"
Sells: "Sue and sue, and then let the little girl realize what is irresponsible... scumbag?"
Naren: "..."
After a while, he asked again: "Then what if it's Luye?"
Seers twitched the corner of his mouth, grabbed the back of his neck and said, "Your Highness, what are you thinking about?"
Naren said nothing for a moment.
As soon as the strength on the back of his neck was loosened, he immediately pushed the person away, his expression hesitant to speak, and finally he turned around with a look of trying to hold back and continued walking forward.
Sells naturally stepped forward to keep up.
Nalen asked in a low voice, "You always carry that kind of thing with you?"
Sells looked at him in bewilderment: "What kind?"
What responded to him was a silent accusing look.
Sells: "???"
It wasn't until the two of them were on their way home that a suspicious person with a piercing record came to his senses. Even though his cheeks had been cultivated to a certain level, Sells couldn't help blushing—it was really hard to explain.
Why did he put on the family keepsake when he was unconscious
Sells looked at himself and confirmed that he didn't have any special hobbies. Even before that, he didn't know that he could have such an operation.
I couldn't help but shift my gaze to the chest of the person next to me—of course I couldn't see anything now, it was hidden under decent clothes and wrapped tightly.
The memory of that night has been fully restored, and the picture of himself taking off the ring and putting it on for others appeared in Searles' mind.
The self-respecting prince seemed to regain his sobriety at that moment.
The sweaty forehead hair was messy against the skin, and the finely powdered beautiful body suddenly bent into an arc because of the pain. The young man screamed and grabbed his arm, his face was pale, and he stared at him with misty eyes for several minutes.
The alcohol-corroded brain of the person below was running much slower than usual, but the sound of inhalation overflowing from the mouth proved that the process of "piercing the ring" was not beautiful.
The old curator of the Aiboluo Medical Center once stated the tragedy of the wound, and he also saw Naren's efforts to go to the doctor in disguise...
Thinking about it this way, his behavior when his consciousness disappeared was too rough, indeed too much.
No wonder Nalen's complexion was not very good for a while, and his attitude towards himself was full of hostility.
"It's almost dinner time. When I get to your house, I'll drive back directly."
Sells grabbed him and said, "Stay with me again."
Naren: "..."
Sells moved his whole body over and hugged him.
"I'll cook something delicious for you." Sells begged in a coaxing tone, "Oh, by the way, you haven't visited the basement yet."
"Basement?" Isn't this kind of place where some precious items are usually placed, and it's usually locked tightly? Or pile up old debris, messy and dusty.
"Is there anything special about it?"
Sells pulled him and said, "No."
Naren: "..."