Nalen paused for breath. After noticing Searles' gaze, he hurriedly pulled up his clothes, trying to cover it up.
"Let me see, can you?" Sells pressed his hand and asked him with his eyes.
Naren blushed, his eyes flickered away from his sight, and he had to knock off a certain hand with a "snap".
Sells: "..." He was not discouraged, and slid his hand down, resting on his thin and tough waist.
Naren said sternly, "I want to get up."
Sells leaned over and stared at the people below him with his deep eyes without blinking.
Naren didn't change his face at first, but gradually felt his scalp tingling, and turned his head away after a few seconds of stalemate.
"What catches your eyes?"
abnormal.
He cursed secretly, but when Sells stretched out his hand to pull the skirt again, he hesitated for a moment and let go of his hand.
Anyway, it's just a glance, and there will be no loss of meat.
Naren simply relaxed his body, and graciously allowed Sells to make the next move, while thinking about something to say.
Sells was very pleased with his cooperation, curled up the corners of his mouth and slowly lowered his body, and gently pulled off the front of the nightgown with both hands, revealing the familiar silver ring again.
Nallen quipped, "What kind of special preference would make someone carry something like this around?"
Sells said nothing.
Naren continued: "Sometimes I have to suspect that you are deliberately instigating." Although they did not say what it was, both parties knew it well. He narrowed his eyes and said bluntly, "Thanks to you, I still remember this grudge."
Facing the reprimand, Sells just stretched out his index finger to gently hook Huanxin, and asked in a low voice: "How do you want me to make up for it?"
Nalen's gaze moved down and landed on a certain finger, and his face gradually became subtle.
"Let go, let go."
"Um?"
Sells smiled and let go of his hand quickly, but he didn't back away too far. He leaned down, his nose pressed against Naren's chest. Under the gaze of those grey-green eyes, he gently kissed the ring like a dragonfly.
Naren: "..."
Sells looked at him all the time, his eyes were focused and soft, and there was no trace of obscenity or obscenity in his expression, and there was even a solemn and holy meaning, like a pious kiss left by a believer on the throne of God.
—With an upright and handsome face, sometimes he can really do whatever he wants.
Nalen's breathing was getting faster and he felt the touch. His toes couldn't help curling up, and his whole body became very strange.
A strong sense of shame swept over him, and the almost offensive move did not make him feel any disgust. On the contrary, Sells' gaze was about to burn him.
He found it unbearable, and he couldn't say a word to stop him. In the end, he could only utter a slight urging, wanting to end the current situation as soon as possible.
"Sels..."
"Well, I'm here." The other party's voice was terribly hoarse.
Nalen didn't know how terrible the effect he had on Sells. The dark black nightgown was half open, and a layer of light red was gradually dyed on the large expanse of fair skin, and the silver ring on the left breast undulated slightly with breathing.
The last time it was just a hasty glance to confirm his identity, this is the first time that Sells has really looked at the ring up close. The ring engraved with dark patterns is not gorgeous. After several generations, this ring has been reworked countless times, but the overall style still maintains a classic and dignified style.
—The people of the Monte family probably wanted to break their heads, and they didn't expect that their upright and reliable young patriarch would develop such an undignified effect on the ring.
At this moment, it was hanging on the prince's left breast, shaking slightly while breathing up and down.
There are still some traces of the wound at the "piercing ring", but the traces are already very faint. Sells' eyes darkened. At first, when he recalled some episodes, he was surprised by the tyrannical factor deep in his heart, but seeing the current situation, he felt a little understanding.
The dignified and reserved Prince is actually very suitable to be bullied.
Nalen narrowed his eyes: "What are you thinking?"
Sells touched his nose guiltily.
Well, the price of bullying should be heavy.
Nalen asked, "Can it be taken off?"
Sells paused: "No."
Naren looked at him quietly, expressing doubts about the authenticity of this sentence.
Sells said sincerely: "I didn't lie to you, only Patriarch Monte can open the ring."
Nalen: "???"
Sells just smiled.
Obviously, Patriarch Monte didn't intend to untie it for him.
Nalen rolled his eyes slightly, pulled up his skirt, and pushed the person away, his eyes concealed contempt.
-etc.
"ring?"
The marshal who was pushed away gave him a sad look and began to explain the origin of the ring. The prince's expression suddenly became subtle, how could he never imagine that the "breast ring" on his body is so meaningful? ? ? The key is why Searles can easily put the heirloom ring on someone else
Sells verges on rogue: "I like to keep important things together."
Nalen: "..." Sometimes, when the marshal talks about love, it's really overwhelming. "Important" the prince poked his neck and said, "Is it okay to keep the important things by yourself?"
Sells smiled and hugged him in his arms: "Of course, I will protect it tightly."
Nalen: "???"
He felt that it was not appropriate for him to continue entanglement, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "Since the matter of the insect man is going well, then let's set off for the imperial capital in a few days."
Since Sells didn't want to talk about it, he went back and looked at it himself.
Military secret
The prince couldn't help sneering in his heart, only ghosts would believe it. This lie was not level at all, and it was easy to fight back, and he was the only one who reluctantly cooperated. After such a fuss, his drowsiness disappeared, he gave Sells a slight look, turned over, and was about to get up and take a shower.
Sells followed his eyes, and it took him a long time to respond: "Okay, it's time to go back."
Darji is in the midst of winter and spring, and the morning sun is chilling.
Before leaving, the two played around again. While passing a certain street, Naryn met the insect-cub again. He lay in front of the window on the second floor, waving his hands "ah", the whiskers on his head shaking excitedly.
Sells sighed meaningfully: "You are really a bug..."
Nalen glanced at him, and was about to speak when Sells suddenly reached out and pressed his head.
"There are people upstairs."
Naren: "Let me see."
Searles: "...all holding cameras."
Nalen was taken aback: "Forget it then."
Sells smiled, looked up at the heads protruding from the second floor, stretched out his index finger and made a hissing gesture.
After hearing about the "child beating" incident, I rushed to Immigrant Street to ask the enthusiastic Dahl and aborigines about the incident by working as volunteer language teachers. At this moment, I have lost the ability to speak, and my mind is full of "" It's true, it's true, it's true!"
Marshal Seles was leading a man suspected of being "Prince Charvie", whispering something in a low voice, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.
—The Marshal of the Empire has really left the order.
Even though I have done countless brain supplements before, when the brain supplements come true, I still can't calm down for a long time!
"Is that man Shalvet?"
"Looking at the back looks very similar."
"Damn it, I don't believe it!"
"Actually, I saw it." Suddenly a girl with a ponytail couldn't help but uttered.
The companions moved their eyes over with a "bass-".
She blushed and said in a low voice, "You look so pretty."
Companions: "..."
Although countless witnesses have claimed that the Prince is a rare and beautiful man, whether it is the spectators in the trial court, or the hotel staff who met the Prince and witnessed the Prince's handwriting, and now, the companions with shining eyes in front of them —So many people have affirmed the prince's appearance, but more people have failed to see this mysterious man who can date the marshal.
Such a secret, who would believe it if there is no trick? A large part of the people who failed to achieve their wishes under extreme curiosity suspected that there was a conspiracy. Extremes will lead to opposites, maybe these things are all falsehoods - the marshal has someone else, and Chalvet is just a smoke bomb.
But when the person who witnessed the truth became himself or a companion, no matter how powerful the defense was, it would be difficult to sustain.
"How good-looking?" Someone asked hesitantly.
The ponytail girl turned her head and tried to calm herself down: "The compliments on the Internet are not exaggerated at all."
The companions looked at each other with a little psychedelic expression on their faces.
"real?"
"It seems... quite real?"
The ponytail girl stomped her feet: "Ah, I didn't lie to you!"
Companions: "..."
The ponytail girl's eyes sparkled: "They are so well matched! Princess Shasha doesn't even have the qualifications to compare in front of the prince!"
The companions were speechless again, this reference object is of little value.
Ponytail Girl: "When do you think they will make it public? Get married? Have a baby?"
Companions: "???" Huh
Ponytail girl: "God, why did you let me see it. My brain is confused now, I, I have to calm down!"
The companions said indifferently: "... let's go."
Although not being able to see this legendary national love rival made people feel a little angry, but what they felt was even more horrifying—as if some strange emotion completely covered up the grief of "the idol leaving the single"? You know, in the more youthful years, they also thought that Sells would get married and leave the single in the future, and belong to a certain person alone, so they often naively and secretly vowed to fight to the end with the person who "steals love with a knife"...
But now, they didn't even see the person's face, and they already had an indescribable strange emotion fermenting in their hearts.
Compared with the victims of the "male god leaving the singles" incident, instead of feeling sad, they are now like the enthusiastic crowd eating melons, and they have terrible expectations for the inside story of this storm.
Undercurrents are surging in Dahl and Upper, but the parties are living in a very leisurely manner. Their "vacation" time is coming to an end, and they have already set a date for their return trip.
Not long after the "Shari" carrying all the soldiers broke through the sky and sailed away from the planet Darji, the report that "Marshal Seles led his men to destroy the rogue forces outside the system" came out. His whereabouts in Darji Finally from rumor to fact.