Moodys looked at Zhuo Yang for a long while in the dim light, glanced down at the wrist watch, pushed his wheelchair, and wanted to go back to the room to rest: "It's getting late, if you have nothing to do, I will go back. Time to sleep, good night."
"Wait, Your Highness..." But before Moodys's wheelchair had traveled far, Zhuo Yang suddenly stopped him.
Moodys turned around and looked at him puzzled: "What's the matter?"
"You... what kind of person do you like?" Maybe it was Moodys' drunkenness tonight, or it might be Moodys's increasingly indulgent attitude that encouraged Zhuo Yang's courage. He suddenly stopped Moodys. , I was nervously asking a question I had always wanted to know.
What does Moodys's ideal object look like
He had imagined many answers, but he never got an exact appearance...
Moodys frowned. He didn't expect Zhuo Yang to ask such a question suddenly. He moved his lips to answer.
But Zhuo Yang hesitated, and seemed to guess what he was trying to say. Before he could answer, he interrupted him again: "Don't consider your current physical condition, don't consider all other factors... Just tell me, If your body is normal and healthy, what kind of person would you like and who would have a good impression of."
He dared to pass it once.
"... Actually, I don't know either." Moodys said, looking at Zhuo Yang for a while, and silent for a moment.
He has always treated everyone with a gentle attitude, and treated the whole world with a kind attitude. He admires and yearns for the love that the world sings for, but growing up so much... It makes him feel love, and it feels very special, but it is really true. He hasn't appeared before. In the past thirty years, he hasn't seemed to like anyone.
And now...
I don’t know if it’s an illusion or something else, he thought...
If his body is normal, he will like Zhuo Yang, his crown prince.
Zhuo Yang persevered, paused and asked again: "What about that type? What is your ideal partner? Is it gentle or simple and lively?"
These are the two types of people he most likely likes Moodys has thought about countless times in the past.
The same people are always attracted to each other, unlike him... Zhuo Yang has always felt that he is unscrupulous in order to achieve his goal, and he does not know what kindness and tolerance are. He is probably the ugly one, the kind that Moodys hates most. type…
"I don’t know. Love is always unreasonable. It follows feelings. It is too general in terms of types. The two types of people you mentioned may be appreciated when I am in good health. But you may not fall in love with..." Moodys thought for a while and was blunt.
Just like before, he never thought that a type of guide like Zhuo Yang would have an inexplicable attraction to him. He also always thought that he was not the kind of superficial value of the appearance of the guide, and would want to take the good guide as his own. Sentinel... But now, he suddenly feels that he might think of himself too well. Zhuo Yang is like a poisoned poppy. Knowing that he shouldn't be close to the fall, he still can't control his affection for him. …
For the first time, a possessive desire arises, wanting to take another person as his own.
Moodys also discovered for the first time in his life that he was not a saint, and that he was so narrow.
Suddenly, Zhuo Yang thought of something and asked, "What about Mr. Rant Corey? Before, you were very close to him, and you could talk very well... Many people thought you would get married."
He was also included, and Zhuo Yang was very sad at one time.
"He and I are actually not very familiar. We tried to get close to each other and try to socialize, not because of love, but because the elders and my father and the queen thought he would be a qualified prince and concubine. , And he was also urged by the family step by step to walk on the road to the crown prince and the future queen. After all, he is our most spiritual guide in Osphia, and it is normal to have lofty goals." Moodys Very calm, speak frankly.
He didn't know if he and Rand would have entered into marriage because of their suitability to each other if there was no accident at the beginning, but he can be sure that there was absolutely no excessive goodwill and love between him and Rand...
Otherwise, after his accident, Rand would not be so decisive and chose to give up, even denying their attempts to communicate.
And he wouldn’t feel at all about it...
There is a bit of loneliness, but there is absolutely no sadness and despair of being abandoned by a lover.
"... I see, Your Highness, thank you." After figuring out the problem he had been struggling with for a long time, Zhuo Yang immediately let go of a big stone in his mind, and his whole person became relaxed and happy.
Moodys has never loved Rand, which makes him very happy.
Moodys looked at Zhuo Yang's smile and felt that his mood improved with him: "Yeah."
He once thought that he could be indifferent to Zhuo Yang's appearance, simply appreciate it, and not want to possess it, but now he found that it turns out that he was thinking wrong...
He turned out to be so narrow, wanting Zhuo Yang to have his own smile.
Zhuo Yang fixedly watched Moodys’s disfigured face, scarred, scarlet profile face for a long while, and asked his last question tonight: "Your Majesty... Then you might fall in love with someone completely different from you, from Growing out of the silt, have you done a lot of people who you disdain to climb up?"
As soon as the words were spoken, it was almost clear.
"Yes. Love is something you can't help but cannot control." Moodys's intellect told him that he should definitely reject Zhuo Yang and let Zhuo Yang not have any illusions, but I don’t know if it’s because of drinking too much or what's going on. When it came to my lips, he replied to Zhuo Yang: "If I love someone, even if he is such a person, even if he doesn't love me, he is just aiming at my power. Come with status, I think I will be happy."
Moodys slowly raised his head and fixedly looked at Zhuo Yang's face: "I am glad that I still have power and status that he is willing to covet. I still have power and status to keep him by my side."
If he is in good health, he will not live so soon, if there is today and no tomorrow... He will definitely indulge himself, no matter what Zhuo Yang is for, whether the admiration that flows out of him in his eyes is sincere or fake, it will fall. A...
It's okay if Zhuo Yang doesn't love him, he can love him, and he is also willing to enjoy the feeling of loving someone even if he gets hurt.
But it's a pity—
His current physical condition makes him even want to love someone a luxury.
"... I understand, Your Highness." The smile on Zhuo Yang's lips increased unconsciously. He walked over to Moodys, squatted down, and left a quick kiss on Moody's dry lips. Before Moodys could react, he turned straight back: "Thank you for your answer, good night, and good dreams. I hope you have me in your dreams."
Xi Shi was in the eyes of the lover, even if he looked at a face like Moodys, Zhuo Yang felt that the other party was the best.
After the dragonfly kiss was over, Moodys was stunned on the spot immediately. He couldn't react to it. How could he molested Zhuo Yang, and the blush spread from the back of his ears to his face.
It took him a while before he recovered, and he dared not look at Zhuo Yang again. He pushed his wheelchair quickly and left Zhuo Yang's bedroom, his heart beating like a drum.
It's really bad, to be slapped by such a kid who almost watched him grow up.
Moodys cursed secretly in his heart, but he couldn't help but jump for joy.
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Moodys is a thin-skinned prince. After waking up from the wine, he remembered what he had said to his prince and concubine when he was drunk. He was a little afraid to face Zhuo Yang and began to hide. Zhuo Yang came, and never stayed honestly in the study room anymore, waiting for Zhuo Yang to come back and I used to chat with him a few words.
Zhuo Yang didn't react at first, unable to understand why a person in a wheelchair in Moodys suddenly came and disappeared.
After he reacted, considering the embarrassment of a certain crown prince, he didn't push others so tightly, but instead chose to let his quantum beast nine-tailed fox communicate with Moodys instead.
Because Zhuo Yang left Moodys with too much influence and shock from the kiss that night. He even saw a naive face and didn't know anything, and couldn't understand why Moodys hid him. Moodys's nine-tailed fox also unconsciously thought of the kiss that night, and his ears blushed involuntarily.
As soon as the snow-white nine-tailed fox walked towards him, he stretched out his tongue, trying to lick his palm, motioning for him to hug himself, and waited for the nine-tailed fox's tongue to lick his hand.
Moodys thought of the little guy’s kiss from the owner that night, so he covered the nine-tailed fox’s mouth, refused to lick himself, and took the somewhat dissatisfied and bewildered fox ball into his arms, and didn’t wait. The nine-tailed fox licked people coquettishly, and started smoothly stroking and soothing.
For fear of a dissatisfaction, the nine-tailed fox licked it coquettishly.
Such a touch reminds Moodys of the wet and hot kiss that the owner of the nine-tailed fox left on his lips that night after he was drunk.
"Oh~" The nine-tailed fox was extremely comfortable being served by him, and stretched out in a satisfied and contented manner.
Suddenly stood up on Moody's lap, and licked Moody's mouth with a big tongue cheerfully like a reward. It tasted good, and I wanted to lick it again.
Moodys was licked and drooled with a dumbfounded look. He hurriedly pressed down and wanted to lick the nine-tailed fox again, just glaring at it pretendingly.
The nine-tailed fox looked dazed, confused and innocent, looking at him with a pair of black foxes open, not understanding why Moodys wanted to kill him.
Moodys: "..."