"Yulia, don't leave the table so early."
The young, unorthodox officer grabbed his shoulders, smelled of alcohol, Yulia frowned slightly, and looked at him with some displeasure, but the corners of his mouth were barely raised.
"Eh, how do you say it, you should use honorifics when addressing His Highness," a friend next to him, who was also a friend who was drinking, almost couldn't recognize who was who, "His Royal Highness Yulia, come, come, I will give you a toast at the end. ... Oh, Your Highness, why did your skin become so dark... "
This man was obviously more drunk, and staggered to his body. Now he can see that a person can have three heads, which basically belongs to the category of human beings and animals. At the moment, he is holding a dark-skinned guard toasting, and everyone around him is laughing at him. Without knowing it.
Yulia glanced at him with disgust, and while he was still focusing on this person, he lifted his leg and withdrew.
The first thing he did when he returned to the room was to take a shower, and he was particularly displeased by the foul smell of wine and meat on his body.
But just a second after he entered the shower, someone followed him, he was stunned, but after seeing the other person clearly, he continued to apply the shower gel to himself as if nothing had happened.
"Tsk, I'll wipe it for you."
The opponent's palm lightly pressed, evenly and slowly wiped on his back.
His back was slightly curved, and his skin was smooth.
Yulia narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she wanted to enjoy the few pleasant times, but unfortunately the other party quickly changed the taste after wiping it.
"Well, wipe a little here, and here too..."
Yuria hissed lightly, turned her eyes to look at him, silently complaining about the other party's inappropriate behavior.
Ferdinandia lifted his chin and leaned in for a long kiss, but it didn't go deep, the water rushed to his face, and the two of them just slowly pressed each other's lips.
The warm water allowed the naked bodies of both of them to be fully relaxed.
Of course, in the end, Yulia was carried in vertically and horizontally, and Ferdinand was blowing a little tune while drying Yulia's hair.
After the lust is over, Yulia will look very good, or it may be more dazed. His gorgeous eyebrows have been diluted by the water, and he looks pure and innocent.
Satisfied, Ferdinand leaned down and kissed him again, like the best toy.
"By the way, today is number one, you won't forget it, will you?"
Ferdinandia reminded, take his clothes from the hanger, and then take a dose of medicine from the innermost pocket of the coat.
Yulia's face turned pale, but she didn't speak, and opened her eyes to look at the sky again.
It's a pity that Tia's room doesn't have those messy flowers and plants.
Ferdinand expertly injected the medicine into the needle, and then gently lifted Uriah's arm.
Yulia's eyes finally moved two points, and his eyes slowly turned to the needle.
The liquid inside was pale yellow and very thick, which shocked Yulia.
"Don't be afraid of Yulia," Ferdinand said, rubbing his head, "it will be a little uncomfortable, but it will get better soon."
Uriah turned her gaze to Ferdinand again.
His older brother, handsome and dazzling, is a man with a bright appearance and a filth on the inside, objectively speaking, he is a total bastard for what he knows he does.
But this time is often the time when this bastard is rarely gentle, coaxing him to inject medicine while soothing his pain.
Because it really hurts.
He quickly curled up his fingers and rolled his whole body into a ball, holding his knees tremblingly.
But he bit his lip tightly from beginning to end, even though he was sweating profusely, he never uttered a word.
Ferdinand seemed to have gotten used to it. He sat quietly beside him, still stroking his hair gently.
Occasionally, his brows would twitch slightly because of the other person's pain.
This unpleasant pain for the two of them didn't last long. It lasted for about half an hour before Yulia's body slowly relaxed, but her muscles were still aching and trembling subconsciously.
"Okay, it's over, baby."
Uriah was silent, his lips terribly red, biting so hard that he seemed to have an eerily pale radiance.
Ferdinandia kissed him, reached out and lifted his pajamas to look at his calf.
Yulia's whole body is white, the same made of porcelain, but only the small piece of the calf is black and bloodshot.
But soon this small piece of blue and black gradually faded away. Although it can still be seen at a glance, it is much better than before.
Yulia was held by him, and his eyes followed the blue and black piece he looked at himself.
"I'm still not getting better, are I?"
Ferdinand frowned: "How come, isn't it all the time?"
"No," Yulia shook her head, "at most, a delay."
Ferdinandia kissed his eyes: "Don't think so much, go to bed earlier."
After speaking, he seemed to be about to leave, and slowly picked up the clothes that had been scattered all over the floor because of his anxiety.
"Don't go."
For the first time, Yulia kept this bastard for the first time.
Ferdinandia paused and turned to look at him slowly.
Yulia's eyes were deep, yet dazed, pain and unease tormented him, making him look like a vulnerable child.
He was a fragile child, Ferdinand thought, and he has always been that fragile child.
Ferdinand lightly smiled and touched his waist, hugged him for a while, but didn't do anything, just rested.
"Two days ago, I suddenly dreamed of that person."
"Who?"
"… dad."
"He's so ill, but he doesn't want to die. He has to hang his breath. He's going to die soon, but that's fine. I like to see him half-dead."
"Well, I dreamed he was dead, so I saw him."
Ferdinand was silent for a moment, and subconsciously hugged him tightly.
"He will die, but you will not die, Yulia."
Yulia suddenly shivered, and her limbs clinged to her brother's body.
"No, I'm going to die."
"To shut up!"
Ferdinandia suddenly became angry, and he kissed the other's lips fiercely, forcefully and savagely.
"I should have died a long time ago," Yulia was in a particularly low mood today, and also very disobedient, "What's the difference between me and him, it's not that I'm still hanging."
Ferdinandia suddenly felt distressed again, but he couldn't see anything on the surface, but his fingers holding Yulia were tightened even more.
"You are different from him, the medicines you and he use are different, and his shattering skills..."
Yulia shook his head: "It's nothing different, he and I both have high corpses under him. 'Sylvia' can save me for a while, but not for the rest of my life."
"Brother," he said suddenly, using this title after a long time except in love affairs, "Do you have nightmares?"
Ferdinandia didn't blink: "No."
Yulia nodded: "It's good, I want to be like you too."
Then the two fell silent, as if there was no more dialogue.
Ferdinandia was a little irritable, and he looked at him quietly for a while, pulling the topic away.
"Stop talking about that, talk about something else."
"There's nothing else," Yulia shook her head. "All I can do is make memories. The future has nothing to do with me."
"Enough," Ferdinand's voice suddenly increased, and his well-dressed holy father was about to be torn apart by himself. "You haven't lived for so many years, what are you afraid of? Seville has it, enough for you—"
Yulia smiled and kissed his lips.
"We're all going to hell."