Intergalactic Era of Gossip

What did Sells do to him?

Why did he sleep well and be dug out from the bed to do this kind of thing?

Naryn was expressionless.

He seems to have experienced a vicious indecency incident.

The moles dared to break into the Charvey's house and sexually harassed himself sleeping soundly in the bed for dozens of minutes.

As early as when the other party came to sniff, the alert Prince had already woke up, squinted, and saw a familiar head pulsing between his neck through the gap-his hair was black and short in length.

Looking down, it was the dark uniform belonging to the high-ranking imperial officer.

Narren: "..." Sayles.

After realizing the real identity of the intruder, everything that followed became trance. His Royal Highness, with a muddy brain, was taken advantage of before he could sort out his thoughts.

When the culprit left the scene, the victim sat up from the bed and fell into deep thought in the darkness.

——Sales, it's not easy.

Taking advantage of the darkness, he made such a heinous behavior!

If he hadn't been alert, he would almost be kept in the dark.

Wiped his face.

too frightening.

How can this be?

No, when did he have such thoughts of him?

Even though he looks good and is an excellent young man with a noble pedigree, Sells has such ulterior intentions towards him, which is really beyond Narren's expectation.

So that when someone came up in person, he failed to make a proper response in the first time and missed the best time to refuse...

Fortunately, before falling asleep, he was worried about whether Sayles had an accident and failed to communicate. It turned out that he had returned to the imperial capital a long time ago and rushed to his bed.

Fortunately, he thought that the friendship between the two was getting warmer, and he was planning to abandon his previous complaints and accept new friends. It turns out... the other party didn't want to be friends with him at all?

In fact, Naren wanted to refuse.

However, this thought was quickly drowned in a deepening kiss, making him feel that he shouldn't expose himself at such a weak moment. What if Sells becomes irritated after being rejected?

Naron was the one who suffered.

So he pretended to fall asleep wittily.

But... the loss caused by the temporary compromise is still heavy. He thinks that the upright Marshal will be enough. Who knows that Sells will become more and more adept?

He touched the wet and hot corners of his mouth. The whole person was dumbfounded, his heart was lingering, it was hard to say...

After a long time, Naryn retracted back into the quilt, wrapped the quilt, and prepared to continue to sleep for a while to calm down.

The next day, the sun rises and the sun shines through the windows to illuminate the room.

A certain curly-haired young man on the bed did not respond to the early morning light and still slept deeply.

The impact of that incident on him was a shock. As long as he closed his eyes in the middle of the night, he always felt that someone was kissing him in secret.

"Buzzing."

The terminal vibrated violently for a long time.

Naryn touched it, took out the trembling lump from under his waist and abdomen, quickly threw it out of the quilt, turned over and continued to cover the quilt.

However, the sound was persevering, trying to attract the owner's attention.

He had to close his eyes to connect to the communication, and answered vaguely.

"Huh?" Who?

There was a pause on the other side before a voice came out: "Naren?"

"!"

The prince who was trapped and wanted to dominate his brain sat upright from the bed "teng".

"Still asleep?" Sells's voice sounded very honest.

Naryn didn't reply.

Sayles said: "Good morning."

"what's up?"

Naryn wore turbulent hair, clear lips and teeth, and a calm tone of voice.

Are you going to explain what happened last night?

A whole set of rhetoric prepared after insomnia instantly rushed to my lips-even if there were more explanations for this kind of thing, it would be useless.

His Royal Highness, who had already cast a deep shadow, had sharp eyes: This time he was bound to mock Sells fiercely and denounce his despicable behavior.

This sanely perverted!

Sayles said: "I'm back, and I'm at your door."

Naryn: "..."

What?

Sayles said: "The Hunting Festival holiday is coming to an end. The weather is good today, so go out together?"

You did something like that to me, but you want to hang out with me like a okay person?

Naryn reluctantly asked, "Where?"

Sells: "I will take you."

Naryn: "..."

Wait, he hasn't agreed yet?

However, the other party has interrupted the communication first.

Looking at the darkened screen, the prince with a particularly deep look wiped his face, sat cross-legged on the bed, and turned on the communicator.

[Why have there been no voices these days? 】

No matter what, let's take a look at Duny's identity first.

Sells' response came quickly.

[Baby, got up? 】

Naryn shook his hand and fell silent.

[What does that sentence mean a few days ago? 】

Naryn knowingly asked, it was the verse that he edited himself, and he naturally knew the meaning. At this moment, I deliberately re-raised it, just to poke Sells’s backbone and question: I said I missed him, but turned around to show his courtesy to the other him!

[Think of what you mean, I thought you would know. 】

[Hehe, I don’t understand. 】

[...It's okay, I'll explain it to you. 】

At the same moment, the terminal sounded, and Sells also sent a message to "Naren".

【Wait for you. 】

The prince looked at the two messages from Sells faintly, his expression gradually turning black.

Is this... the legendary two boats?

The communicator prompts to sound.

[Baby~Dear.gif]

Fuck, can it work!

Naryn threw the communicator away, jumped off the bed, and started to wash with a calm face.

Still secretly kissing him the night before, and then going to have a kiss with "others" the next day?

Even if both of them are him, they are completely different in nature!

The mood is even heavier.

He will not accept a mixed ball like Sells, who is inconsistent, pedals two boats, and goes round and round.

The well-dressed prince had a cold face and exuded a Charvey-style cold aura. After seeing the culprit leaning next to the car, his anger was quickly discouraged like a punctured balloon.

"S-class new?" Or a limited edition?

Marshal Sells, who changed the sports car, was refreshed. He smiled and waved, took out the terminal, and motioned for Naron to stretch his finger over.

After seeing the screen, Naren hesitated: "This..."

Sells's attitude is very gentle.

He took Narren's hand with a force that could be easily shaken off, and then poked his terminal screen. As the "tick" sounded, another car driving permission entered into the terminal was added.

Naryn's eyes lit up, but he quickly restrained.

"I do not need."

Says Says: "Exchanging driving permissions is very common among acquaintances."

——After discovering someone’s addiction to sports cars, the despicable and cunning Marshal immediately decided to corrode the other party with substances.

common?

Why has he never seen it?

Sells asked again: "Are you here?"

"..." Naryn nodded reservedly: "Well, I'll do it."

The prince sitting in the main driving seat was so excited that his eyes were green.

Why? !

Did Sells go out to buy a sports car?

It's still such a limited edition, why can't he always get it? !

"Ellod is my mother's last name." Sells explained in a low key.

Naron understood in seconds.

Ailord, the interstellar automobile dealership giant, not only monopolizes the automobile industry of dozens of planets, but also has the most advanced technology in the entire interstellar. The speed and performance of their sports cars are always popular everywhere.

Before that, he only knew that Sayles was from the Monte family. He almost forgot that the former Lady Monte who resolutely abandoned her family for a career and divorced her husband peacefully more than ten years ago is now one of the powers of the Elrod family. one.

Sayles, the son of the local tyrant, Munt implicitly said: "If you like..."

Naron interrupted him immediately: "How embarrassed then?"

"..." Sells was silent for a few seconds: "It's okay, just a simple effort."

The prince who was full of excitement but worked hard to restrain it was really tickling. The marshal's eyes darkened, his right hand was naturally placed on the opponent's shoulder, and he quietly rubbed the curly hair.

Naryn: "..."

The gray-green eyes turned a half circle, and there was no problem at all in the expression on the face that was indifferent and calm.

——If it hadn't been for the incident of last night, I am afraid he would have been fooled by this honest face.

Naryn lowered his eyelids and concealed the complex emotions back to the bottom of his heart: He was sure that, just now, Sells sneaked up his advantage again!

Why didn't you find it before?

Such skillful modus operandi is hard not to be shocking.

Suddenly a hug on Shere Street came into my mind... At that time, I didn’t think there was any problem. Looking back now, it’s really a problem from head to toe. It’s impossible for him to have such a long and deep friendship with Levitra. Hug in a hug, let alone move hands and feet to each other for no reason. So far, the most intimate behavior of the two is only to pat each other on the shoulders when they are excited.

In thought, he felt the skin on the back of his neck be touched.

Naryn: "..."

Looking at the initiator faintly.

Sells had a natural look and returned an enthusiastic look.

The slightly hot touch was fleeting, as if it was just inadvertently touched.

The prince who had already seen everything sneered in his heart.

So when did this guy start thinking about him like this? How much advantage was taken by others without knowing it?

Sells' voice drew him back to his thoughts.

"This is not a limited edition."

Naryn squinted his eyes, his rushing thoughts were disrupted, and his attention quickly strayed away.

He looked at the body again and hesitated: "I clearly remember the look of the S-class sports car. Is it true?"

Sells shook his head: "My mother sent it here. It is said to be more complete than the ones on the market...probably, it is a customized one."

Naryn: "..."

Sells asked: "By the way, what color of body do you like?"

Naryn pressed her lips tightly, struggling inwardly.

"Let me guess, dark green?"

Sells's gaze fell on the tie of the person in front of him, the dark black main color with dark green dark lines, elegant and delicate.

Narren doesn't hate this color, but: "That's not suitable for cars."

Sayles said: "Don't worry, the designers of Elod's family will make it suitable."

Naryn frowned: "Wait, I have no plans to change cars for the time being."

Sells whispered: "Okay, well, we can end this topic."

Naren: "..." He meant that he didn't need Sells to send the car, as long as he reserved a purchase qualification before the limited edition came out in the next quarter.

But Sells really seemed to stop worrying about the car after he refused.

The green eyes were stained with a trace of loss.