The General's Cat Always Wants To Climb Into My Bed

"Ulea, don't leave the table so early."

The young, shapeless officer grabbed his shoulders, reeking of alcohol, Uriah frowned slightly, and looked at him with displeasure, but the corners of his mouth were still raised.

"Hey, how do you speak? You should use honorifics to His Highness," said the fellow next to him, who was also a friend, and almost couldn't recognize who was who. ...My lord, how did your skin become so dark..."

This man was obviously drunk, staggered up, and now he can see that a person can have three heads, which basically belongs to the category of human and animal. At the moment, he is toasting a dark-skinned guard, and everyone around him laughs at him. I don't know it.

Yulea glanced at him in disgust, and while his attention was still on this person, he raised his leg and withdrew.

The first thing he did when he returned to the room was to take a shower, and he was particularly displeased with the foul smell of wine and meat on his body.

But just a second after he got into the shower, someone followed him in. He was taken aback for a moment, but after seeing the other person clearly, he continued to apply body wash to himself as if nothing had happened.

"Tsk, I'll wipe it off for you."

The opponent's palm pressed lightly, and evenly and slowly wiped it on his back.

His back is slightly curved and his skin is smooth.

Ulea narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she wanted to enjoy the few pleasant moments, but unfortunately the other party quickly changed her taste after wiping her.

"Well, wipe a little here too, and here too..."

Uriah hissed lightly, looked back at him with squinting eyes, silently accusing the other party of his unscrupulous behavior.

Ferdinandia raised his chin and leaned in for a long kiss, but it didn't go deep, the water rushed to his face, and the two of them just slowly pressed each other's lips.

The warm water completely relaxed the naked bodies of both of them.

Of course, in the end Uriah went in vertically and was carried out horizontally. Ferdinandia was blowing a little tune while drying Uriah's hair.

After the lust is over, Uriah will look very obedient, or he may be rather dazed. His beautiful eyebrows are diluted by the water flow, and he looks pure and innocent.

Satisfied, Ferdinandia leaned down and kissed him again, as if she had gotten the best toy.

"By the way, today is the first day, you won't forget, right?"

Ferdinandia reminded, took his clothes off the hanger, and took out a dose of medicine from the innermost pocket of his coat.

Ulea's face turned pale, but he didn't speak, and opened his eyes to look at the sky again.

It's a pity that the room on Tia doesn't have those messy flowers and plants.

Ferdinandia skillfully injected the medicine into the needle, and then gently picked up Ulea's arm.

Ulea's gaze finally moved a couple of points, and his eyeballs slowly turned to the needle tube.

The liquid inside was light yellow and very thick, which shocked Uriah.

"Don't be afraid of Uriah," Ferdinandia patted his head, "it will be a little uncomfortable, but it will get better soon."

Ulea looked at Ferdinandia again.

His elder brother, handsome and dazzling, was a man with a glamorous appearance and a filthy interior. As far as he knew what he had done, objectively speaking, he was an out-and-out bastard.

But this time is often a rare and gentle time for this bastard, coaxing him to inject medicine while soothing his pain.

Because it hurts too much.

He quickly curled up his fingers, rolled his whole body into a ball, and hugged his knee tremblingly.

But from the beginning to the end, he bit his lips tightly, even though he was sweating, he never said a word.

Ferdinandia seemed to be used to it, he sat quietly beside him, still gently stroking his hair.

Occasionally, the brows would twitch slightly because of the pain of the other party.

The pain, which was not very pleasant for both of them, was not too long. It lasted for about half an hour before Uriah's body slowly relaxed, but her muscles were still in severe pain and trembling unconsciously.

"Okay, it's over baby."

Uriah was silent, his lips were terribly red, and he bit too hard, which made him look stunningly pale and gorgeous.

Ferdinandia kissed him, reached out and lifted his pajamas to look at his calf.

Uriah's whole body is white, like porcelain, but only the small part of her calf is so blue and black with blood streaks.

But soon this small piece of black and blue gradually faded away. Although it was still visible at a glance, it was much better than before.

Ulea was hugged by him, and his eyes followed the black and blue patch he was looking at himself.

"I still can't get better, can I?"

Ferdinandia frowned: "Why, isn't it all the time?"

"No," Uriah shook her head, "at most it's a delay."

Ferdinandia kissed his eyes: "Don't think so much, go to bed early."

After speaking, he seemed to withdraw and planned to leave, and slowly picked up the clothes that had been scattered on the floor because of his impatience.

"Don't go."

For the first time, Uriah tried to keep this bastard for the first time.

Ferdinandia paused, and slowly looked back at him.

Ulea's gaze was deep but blank, pain and anxiety tormented him, making him look like a fragile child.

He was a fragile child, Ferdinandia thought, and he always, always has been that fragile child.

Ferdinandia smiled lightly and touched his waist, hugged him for a while, but did nothing but rest.

"Two days ago, I suddenly dreamed of that person."

"Who?"

"……dad."

"He's sick like that, but he refuses to die. He has to hang his breath. He's close to death soon, but that's fine. I like to see him half-dead."

"Well, I dreamed he was dead, so I saw him."

Ferdinandia was silent for a moment, and subconsciously hugged him tightly.

"He will die, but you will not die, Uriah."

Yulia suddenly trembled all over, her limbs clung to her brother's body.

"No, I'm going to die."

"To shut up!"

Ferdinandia suddenly became angry, and he kissed the other party's lips viciously, forcefully and brutally.

"I should have died a long time ago," Yulea said, feeling extremely depressed and disobedient today. "What's the difference between me and him? It's not that I was hanged."

Ferdinandia suddenly felt distressed again, but he couldn't see anything on the surface, but his fingers holding Yuriah became more and more tight.

"You are different from him, and the medicine you use is different from him. His broken technique..."

Ulea shook his head: "It's no different. Both me and him are covered with high bones. 'Xiver' saved me for a while, but couldn't save me for the rest of my life."

"Brother," he said suddenly, and it's been a long time since he used this title except for love affairs, "do you have nightmares?"

Ferdinandya didn't even blink: "No."

Ulea nodded: "That's great, I want to be like you too."

Then the two fell silent, as if there was no more conversation.

Ferdinandia was a little irritable, he looked at him quietly for a while, and then changed the subject.

"Stop talking about that, talk about something else."

"There's nothing else," Ulea shook his head, "All I can do is remember, what happens in the future has nothing to do with me."

"That's enough," Ferdinandia's voice suddenly increased, and the surface of his well-dressed holy father was about to be torn apart by himself, "You haven't been alive for so many years, what are you afraid of? There is enough in Xavier, enough for you— "

Uriah smiled and kissed his lips.

"We're all going to hell."