When Naren woke up, he felt the heat on his side, as if a huge stone was pressed against his chest. Opening his eyes, his dark head was resting on his shoulder socket, and the warm breath brushed behind his ears, slightly itchy.
Sells is back.
It was too late last night to browse the star network, and Naren was still a little sleepy at the moment. The discomfort of being suppressed made him frowned, and pushed a certain marshal.
Sells, who was sleeping soundly, turned half a circle and let him go. He fell asleep later than Nalen, and he was still asleep one second before, but felt a thrust the next second, and then woke up instantly—when he realized that it was Nalen lying on his side, he immediately relaxed , leaned forward, and rubbed the prince's cheek affectionately.
The green eyes filled with sleep mist gradually became clear, and he turned his face away, letting Sells jump into the air, and reached out to push his chest.
Sells softened his tone: "Your arm is injured, baby don't move around."
Nalen looked down, only to notice that there was a circle of gauze wrapped around Sells' left arm. He bent his elbow, half propped up his body, and was about to see better, but was pushed back again.
Sells shook his head with a tired face: "It's not serious, just don't touch it." After speaking, he put his arms across in front of Nalen, lay on his side, smiled, and half-opened his eyes he.
—Why didn’t you find out that Sells was this kind of person before
Facing the rogue-like harassment, the prince remained calm and said calmly, "Is the matter of Alta settled?"
"It's all settled." Sells closed his eyes and tried to put his head into the shoulder socket of the person below him: "Baby, let me sleep a little longer."
Naren turned his face away again, trying to avoid this molesting move, and continued to ask questions unmoved.
"Wait, I have something to ask you."
Sells draws out the sound: "Huh?"
Naren put his hand back under the pillow, groped for a while, took out the terminal, tuned to the previous person's comment, and motioned to Sells to take a look.
"Oh, this." Sells looked like an insider, "May I ask Dia to ask?"
Naren was silent for a moment: "What did you ask Dia to return to the Imperial Capital?"
Sells blinked and said meaningfully: "Military secrets."
Naren: "..."
The atmosphere suddenly became stiff.
A cold light flashed in the gray-green eyes, and the expression of the black-haired youth remained unchanged, but it made Sells feel an invisible pressure.
"Military secrets." Naren repeated each word, whispering: "It seems that I overstepped."
Sells opened his mouth, feeling bad inside.
Naren didn't say anything more, just pushed away the "injured arm" lying on his body, and turned his back to the past.
Sells: "…"
It went on like this for a long time, and he tentatively patted Nalen on the shoulder. Fortunately, he was not rejected. His mind gradually became active, and he continued to tentatively put his body closer—
"I always have to respect your responsibilities as the Marshal of the Empire, lest you take the lead in 'disclosing secrets'." Naren's voice came.
Sells froze in place, although his tone was very calm, and even after years of cynicism and sarcasm, these words seemed extremely gentle, but his eyelids twitched.
Nalen continued to turn his back to him, and said slowly: "When I return to the imperial capital, I will follow the procedure and see if His Majesty grants me the right to know?"
Sells couldn't help sighing: "You know that I won't hide important things from you."
Naren pursed his lips.
Sells: "Even if I don't say it, it's definitely not something that will make you unhappy."
Naryn didn't respond for a long time-to persuade her partner, which is really difficult for people who have been single for most of their lives.
Just as Sells was considering whether to tell the whole story, Naren finally spoke up.
"I'm not unhappy." He turned half of his body, his green eyes were calm, and he pointed his finger down.
Sells: "..." He noticed that Naren was still holding the terminal in his hand, and the screen page still displayed the comment area just now, but—
"Why did they all guess it was me?" The Prince's expression was very complicated.
Sells: "???"
He leaned over and saw the comments below, and his expression became complicated.
"Honey, did you get into a fight?"
Nalen: "Beating young children."
Sells froze.
Nalen: "It made people cry."
Sells was silent.
Naren: "I was temporarily detained for questioning."
Sells hesitated to speak.
Half a minute later, Naren said, "It's just a misunderstanding."
Sells: "…"
[Is it the loss of human nature or the loss of morality?]
Sells still doesn't know what's going on between Naren and Welling. As soon as the matter with the insect man was over, he rushed back, fell asleep with his arms around him, and had no time to read the news from Andre at all.
After a quick overview of what happened, Sells also saw a tentative screenshot of a certain video—there were insect-man cubs and a certain prince on it, and he personally picked out the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.
Nalen glanced at him and reminded: "Look at the fine print."
[Darji? Wasn't there a rumor that the Marshal's fleet went there? !]
The entire comment area took this as the dividing line and entered the case-solving mode.
The crowd began to discuss the whereabouts of Sells, sharing their sources of information and inferences, until someone spoke up—
[Is it just me who thinks that back looks familiar?]
This comment inexplicably became a key clue in the process of "solving the case", guiding everyone to develop in a bizarre direction.
After several ups and downs, the fading "back photo" was once again placed in the most conspicuous position. Body comparison experts from all walks of life have sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain, and an "insider from the imperial capital" broke the news that Prince Xavier had recently left the imperial capital.
In the end, no matter in terms of body shape, hair color, or whereabouts, Naren all matched up with the "persons in sunglasses" in the video one by one. Even Waring was not spared, and was picked out as "like the shortest boy under Sells".
Although there are some objections mixed in during the period—
[I went to the trial court, the prince will definitely not be the one who bullies young children!]
Or a digression that "seems" irrelevant —
[Oh, do you wear sunglasses? This reminds me of the beauty I once met at afternoon tea.]
But without exception, these voices were quickly submerged in the general trend of public opinion and completely silenced.
The two were relatively speechless, and they were amazed at this terrifying dark force in their hearts.
The so-called gossip is to catch wind and shadows, but every time the prince is caught upright, he falls into self-doubt. Ever since he was deeply involved with Searles, he has become the darling of public opinion, tossing and falling in the cusp of the storm.
Searles commented: "They have great ideas."
Nalen: "..." How on earth did the group of people recognize him from the mosaic image
Sells: "Probably because it was only hit in the face."
Naren: "..."
Sells browsed through the other comments with great interest, and naturally pulled people over to read them together.
The marshal watched for a while, and found that there was a certain tacit meaning between the lines of this group of people, which bound him and Naryn together. However, in fact, the two have never officially made it public. All are "guesses", pure "inferences", and unconfirmed "rumors".
How can Naren accept the fact that the two have become a couple frankly and make it public with him? This is also the problem that lingers in Sells' mind.
However, looking at someone who was leaning on himself leisurely and relaxed physically and mentally, he thought, maybe things are not as difficult as he imagined.
After expressing his heart, Nalen's attitude has been softened, like a cat with its sharp claws, it will only meow at him when it is angry, but it has never really rejected him.
Sells smiled, threw the terminal aside, and leaned over to hold the opponent's face.
Before Naren recovered, his hand was already on his abdomen: "What are you doing?"
Sells whispered: "Today's good morning kiss, Your Highness."
"..."
Nalen looked like he wanted to say something, but Sells had already kissed him. Lips and tongue intertwined, pushing back all his unfinished words.
He originally wanted to cooperate patiently and calmly wait for Sells to finish kissing, but this process was unexpectedly long.
Sells squinted his eyes half-closed, and there was a dark shadow around his eyes that was not fully rested. His expression was lazy and relaxed, like an unhurried king patrolling his territory.
This good morning kiss seemed to be gentle and meticulous, not eager or passionate, and it seemed to be without aggression. However, Naren felt that he was about to drown in this long kiss, and his mind was a little drifting, and the questions circling in his mind were muddied by Seers' lips and tongue.
He tried his best to regain his sanity, put his hand on the opponent's arm, and finally made preparations to stop it, but he couldn't make the next move for a long time.
Searles' breathing has long been messed up. His original intention was just a simple kiss. Facts have proved that he overestimated his restraint and even underestimated his desire for Nalen. He couldn't help but hugged him into his arms, and he didn't stop kissing until the other party made an unbearable hum.
Pressing his forehead against the prince's thin chest, Seers gasped for a moment, and his eyes fell on a familiar object from the corner of his eyes.
Naren was wearing a nightgown, which was hanging loosely on his body at the moment, with the front open, and a round ring could be vaguely seen.
Sells' eyes darkened, and he knew what it was - it was a token passed down by the Monte family for several generations, and it was something he put on himself. It not only represents the beginning of the transformation of the relationship between the two, but also the evidence that he uses to confirm each other.
At this moment, it is slightly undulating with that beautiful body.
He stretched out his hand and opened the skirt of his clothes further, so that the patriarchal ring was completely exposed in sight.