Although Zhuo Yang's answer is clear, Moodys still feels that it is better for him to speak such words.
Moodys clutched Zhuo Yang's hand tightly, fixedly looking at him, and said: "I love you, I don't know when I started. Maybe, I woke up from the illness, and there were only two of us in the house. You are sitting in front of my bed, and I opened my eyes when I first saw you, maybe earlier."
"I have always deceived myself and thought that I was not such a superficial person. I just wanted to help you all the time, so I married you and gave you a divorce agreement, but now I understand that I was wrong. It seems to have seen an angel." His palms sweated unconsciously, and he held Zhuo Yang's hand tighter.
Zhuo Yang fixedly looked at him, without moving for a while.
Many, many years ago... He had been fantasizing if Moodys confessed to him one day, what kind of character would he be, and how sweet his heart would be
But until the moment when Moodys confessed, Zhuo Yang realized that he was startled.
When Moodys saw him not speaking, he became more nervous, avoided Zhuo Yang's sight, and asked in a low voice, "What about you? What is your answer?"
"I love you." Zhuo Yang regained his sense of stunnedness, and the wisps of sweetness appeared in his heart. When Moodys asked him, he immediately answered without hesitation.
When Moodys got his answer, he was relieved, and his heart suddenly became sweet: "Since when?"
"From when I was four years old, you picked me up and saved me and my mother." Zhuo Yang fixedly looked at him: "Although, it sounds a little weird, but since then I have been through the various This channel listens to your various news and pays close attention to your every move, just like a crazy fan."
Moodys looked at his profile and couldn't help but laugh: "So, do you remember what happened at that time? I thought it was just the same performance we encountered at the banquet when you were nine years old. In terms of attitude, you don't remember it a long time ago."
He really didn't expect Zhuo Yang to remember such a long time so clearly.
"My memory has always been very good, and... I always thought that you must have never remembered me. After all, you are a crown prince, a busy man of such a big age, how could you be inconspicuous to the one who helped me at that time and dressed in shabby clothes? The clothes, the skinny, small, ash-fluttering wild children have memories? People like me at the time, you should have helped a lot." Zhuo Yang lowered his head, his face slightly burnt as he said.
It feels good to love someone.
In those difficult years, Moodys' existence, even if it was far away, was like the only light in Zhuo Yang's dark life.
In order to stay close to the other party, Zhuo Yang can only continue to force himself to grow and work hard. When he can’t persist, he collects some Moodys related news on the Internet and tells himself how the other party is out of reach. A noble person, only by allowing himself to grow and become better, can he be closer and closer to each other.
At one time, Moodys was his faith.
Moodys stretched out his hand and gently touched Zhuo Yang's eyelids, eyes and black eyelashes: "You have a pair of very beautiful eyes, which are unforgettable to see."
Moodys did not tell Zhuo Yang that while Zhuo Yang was paying attention to him, he also paid attention to this noble boy who he helped and the poor people were different from the poor people countless times in his spare time... He also always remembered Zhuo Yang. Excessively beautiful eyes.
Only at the time, he only regarded himself as being overly kind, because he was worried that he would go to secretly search for all relevant news about Zhuo Yang countless times because of his kindness.
Looking back now, Moodys can only be thankful that he didn't understand that at the time—
I didn't suspect that I was a pedophile such a terrifying thing happened.
The bond between Zhuo Yang and him began when they first met, and Zhuo Yang has always been different for Moodys.
Moodys's hand followed Zhuo Yang's eyes all the way, rubbing it back and forth on Zhuo Yang's face, as if rubbing an extremely precious artwork.
Zhuo Yang allowed his hand to rub his face back and forth, and smiled lightly: "I am grateful that I have such a pair of eyes for you to remember."
He has always felt that there is nothing in him. He is not kind, nor tolerant, and he will even repay the canthus. He is scheming. He is not an ideal companion for the public sentry. Fortunately, fortunately, he still has a good gift from heaven. The looks, coveted, enough to attract Moodys, make Moodys feel good-looking.
It also made Zhuo Yang feel that he was not so unworthy of Moodys, and that he could stand beside Moodys.
"I am deeply impressed with you because your eyes are full of stubbornness, struggle and depressed tolerance. This is rare in the eyes of a four-year-old." Moodys said, shaking his head gently.
If Zhuo Yang only has good eyes, he may not remember for so many years... It was in Zhuo Yang's eyes that he saw something that did not belong to his age, did not belong to the aristocratic circle of food and clothing, or even completely different things. Will be so shocked, so deeply impressed by Zhuo Yang.
Zhuo Yang touched his chest, the position closest to his heart, and said with a light smile: "What is good? What I want is to leave a deep and colorful mark in your heart that no one can replace, Your Highness. I hope. You belong to me."
"You have done it." Moodys followed his face and touched Zhuo Yang's somewhat dry lips. With a somewhat irresistible gesture, he gently pressed it on, and then dropped a kiss: "Call me Mu Diss."
Now that they had everything spread out, he also hoped that Zhuo Yang would be able to call his name in the future.
"Moodys." Zhuo Yang yelled very obediently, but the curvature of his lips rose unconsciously.
Moodys is his.
Moodys stuck out the tip of his tongue and tentatively rubbed Zhuo Yang's lips back and forth.
No, Zhuo Yang's reaction was more violent than his sentinel. What could not be resisted was to use his tongue to pry open Moodys's lips, his teeth, and drive straight into Moodys's mouth, stirring the wind and rain, and attacking the city. , The whole person's momentum was as if he wanted to swallow Moodys alive.
Moodys had no choice but to kiss him back slowly.
I don't want to, the two people came and went, but it directly caused Zhuo Yang's enthusiasm for combination.
After the sentinel guides are mentally combined, they will generally be over-intimidated within a period of time, which will trigger physical bonding with each other, allowing the two to merge together as if they were spiritually. In most cases, the heat of conjugation occurs when the sentinel guides' spirits are combined and when they go to bed.
After Zhuo Yang and Moodys combined their spirits, Moodys has been in a state of recovery. Coupled with the fact that he has been very busy, it has never triggered a combination fever.
Unexpectedly, just a simple kiss today actually triggered a fever of bonding.
The pheromone alarm worn on Zhuo Yang's body sounded'dididi'.
His strong guide element smell instantly dissipated, and the tip of Moodys's nose was full of his bloody sweetness... And Zhuo Yang's situation was not much better, the whole person began to feel a little unstable. His chest was violently ups and downs, his face was red as if it was burning with fire, and water shone in the dark and stubborn eyes that Moodys thought was too beautiful...
Moodys breathed, trying to control his estrus performance, and asked very democratically: "Do you need to inject inhibitors?"
They have been spiritually combined, and Zhuo Yang combined the heat to give off the smell of estrus guide element, but no one can smell it except him... But it is also because they have been spiritually combined, and the compatibility of pheromone with each other is very high, called His tolerance is extremely painful...
But even so, Moodys still feels that they have just clarified their minds to each other—
It’s a bit not good to go to bed with heat now.
"What do you want to inject inhibitors for? Are you not the legal partner I have combined with spirits? Huh?" Zhuo Yang laughed after hearing his very democratic question, "Besides, your Royal Highness, don't forget. Yes, I said that one of my goals in life is to sleep to the crown prince..."
As he said, he stretched his hand out from under Moody's clothes and rubbed Moody's lower abdomen unscrupulously.
How could Moodys withstand his provocation like this, coupled with Zhuo Yang's choice, immediately picked up Zhuo Yang and threw Zhuo Yang on the bed without saying a word.
He respects Zhuo Yang's choice very democratically.
As soon as the two of them fell on the bed, Moodys noticed that they were covered with sweat, especially because of the busy day on their bodies. They were driving mechs and military parades. They had not yet taken a shower. The sweat was extremely sticky. Greasy, even a little smell.
Moodys frowned. Out of respect for Zhuo Yang, he thought of getting up and taking Zhuo Yang to the bathroom.
No, as soon as he moved, Zhuo Yang stopped him: "Don't!"
"My body is all sweaty, let's go to the bathroom... come again." Moodys pressed on him, looked down at Zhuo Yang under him, and sweat dripped down his scarred face to Zhuo Yang. On his face, it made him feel that Zhuo Yang was incapable of everything.
Zhuo Yang understood what he meant, but still hugged him, leaned forward and kissed him: "I like the smell on you, no need to wash it."
Although it is not impossible to try in the bathroom, but for the first time he still hopes to be in bed...
And Zhuo Yang has never loved Moodys like he did, but he devoted all of his love to another person. When I loved Moodys, even the unpleasant smell of body and sweat, the taste of flesh mixed together. He also likes the warm and greasy scent, and wants to keep this scent on his body and blend with himself...
Moodys' eyes sank immediately after hearing what he said, and he did not hesitate to take a look at himself and Zhuo Yang.