Intergalactic Era of Gossip

When Naron woke up, he felt hot on his side, as if a boulder was pressed against his chest. Opening his eyes, his black head was resting on his shoulders, and the warm sniffles behind his ears, slightly itchy.

Sells is back.

I browsed too late on the star network last night, and Narren was still a little sleepy at the moment. The discomfort of being suppressed made him frown and pushed a certain marshal.

Sells, who was sleeping, turned half a circle and let go. He fell asleep later than Naryn, he was still asleep in the first second, and felt a thrust in the second, so he woke up instantly-when he realized that Naron was lying on his side, he immediately relaxed again. , Go up and rub the prince's cheek affectionately.

The misty green eyes gradually became clear, and he turned his face away, making Sells rushed to the air, reaching out and pushing against his chest.

Sells said softly: "Your arm is hurt, don't move, baby."

Naryn looked down and noticed that a circle of gauze was wrapped around Sells's left arm. He bent an elbow, half propped up, and was about to see more clearly, but was pushed back again.

Sells shook his head and looked tired: "It's not badly hurt, just don't touch it." After saying that, he put his arm horizontally in front of Naren, lay on his side, smiled and half opened his eyes to look. he.

—Why didn’t you find that Sells was this kind of person before?

In the face of rogue harassment, the prince did not change his face and was very calm: "Alta's affairs are done?"

"It's all solved." Sells closed his eyes and tried to put his head into the shoulders of the person under him: "Baby, let me sleep a little longer."

Naryn looked away again, tried to avoid the molestation-like behavior, and asked unmovedly.

"Wait, I have something to ask you."

Sells prolonged the tone: "Huh?"

Naryn put his hand back under the pillow, fumbled for a while, took out the terminal, adjusted to the comment of the previous person, and motioned to Sells to take a look.

"Oh, this." Sayles looked like an insider, "I asked Dia to ask?"

Naryn was silent for a moment: "What do you make Dia return to the capital?"

Sells blinked and said meaningfully: "Military secrets."

Naryn: "..."

The atmosphere suddenly became rigid.

A cold glow flashed through the gray-green eyes, and the black-haired youth's expression remained unchanged, but Sells felt an invisible pressure.

"Military secrets." Narren repeated each word, whispering: "It seems that I overstepped."

Sells opened his mouth, feeling bad inside.

Naryn didn't say much, just pushed away the "wounded arm" that was lying on his body, and turned his back to the past.

Sells: "..."

This continued for a long time, and he tentatively patted Naron on the shoulder, but fortunately, he was not rejected. His mind gradually became more active, and he continued to tentatively press his body over—

"I always have to respect your responsibility as the empire marshal, lest you take the lead in doing the "disclosure of secrets"." Naren's voice came.

Sells' movements froze in place. Although his tone was very calm, even after years of cynicism and sarcasm, his words seemed extremely gentle, but his eyelids jumped.

Naryn continued to turn his head back to him, and slowly said: "When I return to the imperial capital, I will follow the process to see if your majesty allows me to have the right to know?"

Sells couldn't help sighing: "You know I won't hide important things from you."

Naryn pursed his lips silently.

Sells: "Even if I don't say it, it's definitely not something that will make you unhappy."

Naron didn't respond for a long time-to persuade his partner, this is a bit difficult for people who have been single for most of their lives.

Just as Sells was considering whether to make a statement, Naron finally spoke out.

"I'm not unhappy." He turned half his body, with no turbulence under Lu Youyou's eyes, and pointed his fingers down.

Sells: "..." He then noticed that Naren was still holding the terminal in his hand, and the screen page displayed the comment area just now, but—

"Why did they all guess it was me?" The prince's expression was very complicated.

Sells: "???"

He leaned over and saw the comments below, his expression also complicated.

"Baby, did you fight with someone?"

Naryn: "Battered young children."

Sells was stunned.

Narren: "It made people cry."

Sells was silent.

Naryn: "I have been temporarily detained for questioning."

Sells hesitated and stopped.

Half a minute later, Narren said: "It's just a misunderstanding."

Sells: "..."

[Is it the annihilation of human nature or the loss of morality? 】

Sells still didn't know what happened between Narren and Waring. As soon as the matter with the insect man was up, he rushed back and fell asleep with his arms around the man. He didn't have time to read the news from Andrews.

After quickly understanding the general course of the matter, Sells also saw a temporary screenshot of a certain video-it was an insect man cub and a certain prince, and the sunglasses on the bridge of the nose were personally picked by him.

Naryn glanced at him and reminded: "Look at the fine print."

[Dalji? Isn’t there a rumor that the Marshal’s fleet went there? ! 】

The entire comment area has entered a crime-solving mode with this line as a dividing line.

The crowd began to discuss the whereabouts of Sells, sharing their sources and inferences, until someone spoke out—

[Only I think that back figure is familiar? 】

This comment inexplicably became a key clue in the process of "solving the case," guiding everyone in a bizarre direction.

The "back view" that was fading out of the heat went ups and downs several times, and was once again placed in the most conspicuous position. The shape comparison experts from all walks of life have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and a certain "imperial capital person" who knows the news broke the news that Prince Charles has left the imperial capital recently.

At the end of the day, whether it was body shape, hair color, or whereabouts, Naren all went one-on-one with the "sunglasses man" in the video. Even Waring couldn't escape, being picked out "much like the shortest brother under the hands of Sells."

Although there were some objections during the period—

[I went to the trial court scene, the prince will definitely not be the one who bullies young children! 】

Or "seems" irrelevant digression—

[Hey, do you wear sunglasses? This reminds me of the beauty I once met at afternoon tea. 】

But without exception, these abnormal voices were quickly drowned in the general public opinion, and completely silenced.

The two of them were relatively speechless, marveling at this terrifying dark force in their hearts.

The so-called gossip is chasing after the wind and shadows, but the prince who is caught up is caught in doubt about himself every time. Since he was deeply involved with Sells, he has become the darling of public opinion, tossing and tossing in the cusp of the storm.

Sells commented: "They have great ideas."

Naryn: "..." How did the group of people recognize him from the mosaic image?

Sells: "Maybe it's because I only slapped him in the face."

Naryn: "..."

Sells glanced over the other comments with interest, and brought the person in front of him naturally to read it together.

The marshal looked for a while, and found that there was a tacit meaning between the lines in the group of people, binding him and Naron together. However, in fact, the two have never officially made it public. Everything is "guessing", pure "inferences", unsubstantiated "rumors".

How can Narren frankly accept the fact that the two have become partners and make it public with him? This is also a problem lingering in Sells's mind.

However, after looking at someone who was relaxing and leaning on himself, he thought, maybe things were not as difficult as they thought.

After expressing his thoughts, Naron's attitude has been in a softened state, as if a cat with sharp claws would only meow at him a few times when he was angry, but never really rejected him.

Sells smiled and threw the terminal aside, leaning over to hold the opponent's face.

Naryn hadn't recovered yet, his hand had been put on his abdomen: "What are you doing?"

Sells whispered, "Good morning kiss for today, Your Highness."

"..."

Naryn had an expression on his face to say something, but Sells had already kissed him. His lips and tongue intertwined, pushing back all his unfinished words.

He originally wanted to patiently cooperate and wait for Sells to finish kissing, but the process was unexpectedly long.

Sells squinted his eyes, and there were faintly unrested black shadows hanging around his eyes. His expression was lazy and relaxed, like an unhurried king patrolling the territory.

This good morning kiss seemed gentle and delicate, not eager nor enthusiastic, and it seemed to have no inclination. However, Naron felt that he was drowning in this long kiss, and his reason was a little wandering, and the doubts that hovered in his mind were muddled by Sells's lips and tongue.

He tried to regain his senses, put his hand on the opponent's arm, and finally prepared to stop it, but he could not make the next move.

Sells' breathing has long been messed up. His original intention was just a kiss. It turns out that he overestimated his restraint and underestimated his desire for Narren. He couldn't help holding the person in his arms, until the other party groaned unbearably before he stopped kissing.

With his forehead against the prince's thin chest, Sells gasped for a moment, and the corner of his eye fell on a familiar object.

Naryn was wearing a nightgown, hanging loosely on her body at the moment, with the front flap open, and the round ring could be seen faintly.

Sells' eyes darkened, and he knew what it was—it was a token of the Monte family that had been passed down for generations, and it was something he had put on by himself. It not only represents the beginning of the transformation of the relationship between the two, but also the evidence by which he confirms the other party.

At this moment, it was undulating slightly with that beautiful body.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the placket more open, so that the Patriarch's ring was completely exposed.