He entered a wealthy family by mistake

Hamor, whose mouth was suddenly covered, was startled at first, but then he smelled the familiar scent of a doggy man and kicked him back angrily.

Saiman grinned in pain from being kicked, and whispered dangerously into Hamor's ear, "Sir, you know you're kicking me, sir?"

"Who else are you kicking if you don't want to kick me? You ate poisonous mushrooms in the middle of the night and you came to my place to go crazy?"

Hamor slapped his big hand away from his mouth and turned around to scold Saiman in a bad temper.

But as soon as he faced Saiman, his mouth was blocked by a wall, his hands were pressed on his head, and the long silver hair that was clamped fell down like a waterfall.

Saiman's sudden tyranny made Hamor a little bit too much, and he was forced to raise his head to cater to him, with tears in his eyes.

Seemingly knowing that Hamor was feeling uncomfortable, Saiman loosened his hand on top of his head and placed it on his legs to interlock their fingers tightly. With one hand on Hamel's head, he lowered his head and deepened the kiss frequently.

The moonlight shines in right where the two of them are, reflecting between their upper bodies and necks. One can clearly see one wearing a thin close-fitting nightgown and the other wearing a complicated palace royal uniform. One has long hair and the other has short hair.

The two of them were quite inseparable, their sweetness echoed throughout the room, and the atmosphere was extremely ambiguous.

It took a long time for Saiman to be willing to let go of Hamol. His breathing was messy and he looked at Hamol in front of him eagerly. Then he lowered his head and kissed him. His eyes were full of want.

Hamor had difficulty breathing now. His chest was rising and falling as he kept breathing. He swallowed hard, and the corners of his eyes were red and tight.

He already looked thin, but he also had a delicate and beautiful face, and his long silver hair made him even more charming, making it easy for people to lose control of him just by looking at him.

Ordinary people would blush and heartbeat when they see Hamol like this. Not to mention Saiman who loves Hamol to the core. His eyes when looking at Hamol are full of aggression, as if he wants to hurt Hamol to death. .

How could Hamol not see it? He immediately frowned and covered Saiman's mouth to prevent him from messing around.

Saiman was not angry, he hugged Hamor tightly with his hands, rubbed his forehead against Hamor's head, and breathed hot and restrained, "I haven't seen you for two days, I miss you so much."

Hamor, who was still angry, blushed unconsciously when he heard this, and his heart skipped a beat. After all, who would hate that his man said he missed him and used such a pestering tone.

But Hamor was happy in his heart but did not show it. He deliberately pretended to be angry and preached, "Shouldn't Your Highness be in the palace at this time? Why are you here here?"

In fact, I was a little worried that Saiman ran out and the queen found out, and the queen wanted to take out her anger on Saiman, but she didn't say it clearly.

But that doesn't mean Saiman couldn't hear it. No, he stroked the face of Hamel who was very close and asked with a smile, "Is our Lord Hamel worried about me?"

"Your Highness guesses."

Hamor would not follow the answer that Saiman wanted. He leaned his back against the wall and looked up at Saiman indifferently. He didn't have the panic and blush after being teased, which is not the case for an old married couple.

As expected of my Hamol, he can always stabilize his emotions instantly.

There was a smile on Saiman's lips, and the arc was still very deep.

He picked up Hamor, and the floral fragrance of the shower gel wafted into his nose instantly, and it smelled so good as if there were lilies blooming all around.

"I will use this shower gel from now on. It suits you very well."

After Saiman finished speaking, he secretly kissed Hamol with a smile on his face.

Hamor, who was being hugged vertically, rolled his eyes at Saiman and said nothing, but he also remembered it in his mind.

He put his hand on Saiman's shoulder and looked down at Saiman who put on a serious face, "Why are you coming to me in the middle of the night! What if your mother finds out?"

"Just rush back before dawn, so she won't find you."

Saiman said and carried Hamel to the sofa. He sat down and let Hamel sit on his lap. The two were facing each other.

Hamor didn't get off Saiman. He frowned and checked Saiman up and down for any injuries, very carefully.

Saiman leaned against the sofa and smiled quietly, holding his chin in his hand. He knew that Hamor was worried about him, but he just didn't say anything.

After checking, there was no sign that Saiman was injured. Hamor breathed a sigh of relief, at least he was not beaten by the queen.

But just when he thought about it, his eyes tightened because Saiman's hand holding his chin was wrapped in a bandage.

He immediately took Saiman's hand and asked Saiman angrily, "What's going on? How did you get hurt?"

"I have to continue to work on my irritable character after I return to the palace. I smashed a piece of glass and accidentally cut my hand."

Saiman said nonchalantly, smiling and letting Hamor unwrap the bandage and check his wound.

The red cuts across his palm came into view, and Hamor immediately bit his lip, feeling extremely distressed.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Saiman comforted Hamor, but he actually wanted to let Hamel see it, otherwise he wouldn't have put on such a thick bandage.

After all, Hamel is a person who always keeps everything in his heart. If something happens, he will not say it directly. Saiman naturally wants to see how Hamel will react when he knows that he is injured, and whether he will show a distressed face.

Now Saiman was waiting for the answer he wanted. Although Hamor didn't say anything, his eyes instantly turned red.

From the moment he saw Saiman's wound, Hamor didn't say a word. He kept biting his lip and wrapping the bandage back, until his lips turned white.

Saiman held Hamol's face and asked Hamol to look at him.

Hamol was too stubborn to look at it, and turned his face away to wipe away his tears.

"Crybaby."

Saiman chuckled softly and said Hamol.

Although Hamel always looks tough and unmoved by anything, he is actually very fragile inside and loves to cry at every turn.

"Whose fault?"

Hamor looked at Saiman and cursed angrily, his eyes getting redder.

He felt bad for Saiman. He was not favored and was targeted by his mother. Saiman couldn't talk to others, so he always endured these injustices alone.

Hamor used to hate Saiman a little, thinking that all this was Saiman's fault. Later, when he found out that Saiman had also been deceived by the queen, he felt even more sorry for Saiman. Not only was he born in such a cold-blooded royal family, he also couldn't enjoy the benefits. The treatment that ordinary people should have.

No matter how rich and luxurious things are, only Hamol knows how hard it has been for Saiman to walk these years. It was all about licking blood on the tip of a knife. He has tried his best just to stay alive.

"My fault, my fault, I made our Mr. Hamor cry."

Saiman smiled and hugged Hamor into his arms, patted Hamor's back gently, and kissed Hamor's long hair.

Hamor pushed Saiman away and refused to hug him. He looked very angry. It was probably Saiman's playful smile that made him angry. It was obvious that now was not the time to laugh.

"The time we can spend together is only five or six hours. Sir Hamor really wants to waste your time by being angry with me?"

Saiman let go of Hamol in his arms and just looked at him quietly, curling his lips.

"Your Highness comes to me specifically to do this kind of thing when you go out?"

Hamor was not angry, but he took the initiative to hug Saiman's neck and looked down at his man.

A smile of success suddenly appeared on Saiman's face, and he pounced on Hamor, attacking the city and seizing Hamor's breath.

Hamor didn't resist and raised his head to cater to him. Not only did Saiman miss him, but he had also been waiting for Saiman to hug him.