Proposed by the most beautiful you in the world [Comprehensive]

He vaguely recognized the direction of the bathroom, stumbled through the dark living room, seemed to hit the door hard, and then suddenly fell into the spacious but too deserted bathroom.

Whether the lights are turned on or not is no longer important to him. Heroic Spirit can see things shrouded in darkness clearly, and turns on the shower as quickly as possible, and the cold water pours out instantly.

A small half fell on the surface of the tiles, and more washed the whole body of the heroic spirit with an extremely strong posture.

Airlie seemed to shiver as the cold water poured down him, but then he let out a soft breath and tried to calm down his agitation.

After that, he closed his eyelids under the icy cold wash, and his exquisite facial features became more and more blurred in the water curtain.

……

but why……

Why can't it be calmed down?

It's completely different from last time.

Rinse with cold water for an afternoon, and the unaccustomed dryness can slowly subside over time without obvious sequelae.

But today is not the case, is there something wrong that he didn't notice?

Not only did the flame not subside, but it burned more and more intensely, winding upwards along the trajectory of the engraving worms climbing and biting, trying to burn most of the water in the body dry.

Ellie still had her eyes closed, but the expression on her face could no longer maintain her tranquility.

His brows were tightly wrinkled, and his lower lip, which was unconsciously bitten by his teeth, showed an almost coquettish bright red, and the inexplicable pain was clearly revealed by the small voice leaking from the gap between his teeth.

"Hmm... magic power... not enough..."

He didn't understand what the body was longing for.But the only thing that is clear is that such a serious mana consumption cannot continue.

huh huh huh——

The sound of water is still tirelessly echoing.

And in the constant, seemingly endless splash of water, whose footsteps are slowly approaching with the ripples created by each step.

The visitor stopped, and the lowered golden eyes seemed to be filled with eagerness and pity, but they clearly reflected the familiar figure.

What a beautiful and contradictory picture the heroic spirit lay in the accumulated pool of water.

Water can't break through the barrier of the armor, it can only add a little transparent embellishment to the gorgeous patterns carved on the surface-how holy he is and how inviolable he is.

Only the chest was still heaving quite quickly, and the breath exhaled from the mouth collided with the flooding coolness around him, and it became a strand of ambiguous heat.

It seemed that after a long time, he finally sensed that someone was coming, and the thin eyelashes that were wet with water droplets trembled, and then slightly opened the eyes that were shrouded in mist.

The visitor said: "As long as you reach out to Yu, Yu will respond to you and accept you no matter when."

Airlie failed to catch the tenderest proclamation from the noblest man the world could promise.

He only saw an extremely vague figure, and his chaotic thoughts slowly thought, those who can find here will not be enemies, but friends.

Feeling relieved, he tiredly lowered his heavy eyelids again.

"..."

"It's all like this, the answer given is still rejection..."

The eyes of the standing pharaoh gradually darkened, staring at the heroic spirit who was in an extremely embarrassing situation and still not stained with any obvious traces, he suddenly smiled.

"Even if you go against Yu's will, you must be mentally prepared to bear Pharaoh's wrath."

Ozymandias hugged Airlie by the waist.

The drenched long hair is like blue seaweed, and the running water is connected into one piece, dripping from the condensed hair tip continuously, like pearls splashing from the side.

The man's body was inevitably stained with deep water stains, but he didn't care, and walked out of the bathroom with the young man who seemed to be sleeping in his arms.

The next moment, they appeared in the luxuriously furnished bedroom on the second floor.

A human-shaped depression appeared on the soft bed, and when he touched the bedding that couldn't dispel the heat, Ellie grunted uncomfortably, but still didn't wake up.

His gloves had fallen unconsciously, and his faintly hot hands had lost most of their strength, so they could only rest limply on his sides.

The fingertips of his right hand trembled, and he finally raised his arm.

The protective armor in the past became an extremely heavy burden at this time, as if it was stuck by several large pieces of iron, he unconsciously grabbed the breastplate, as if this would open some gaps, allowing cool air to come in .

However, someone grabbed the gold chain tightly tied on the back of his hand, dragged his right hand over, and pinched the hot fingers in his palm with his backhand.

"It was a pleasure to watch."

He praised the man he admired carefully.

If it can maintain its current appearance, it will undoubtedly be the most priceless treasure in the world.

But for Ozymandias, the Heroic Spirit who was lying under him and was indeed within the control range—had to admit, perhaps it was the only existence he could not control.

Airlie had lied to him, broken a promise he had made.He fled away from him, which was another mistake.In the end, he changed his past without authorization.

For all the crimes listed, choosing one of them will result in death.

However, Airlie is a special case.

——Although he was accused of deceit, betrayal, and disobedience, he also bore an unimaginable tragic fate for him.

Before this reunion, Ozymandias did not know exactly what the "price" Airlie paid.

However, he believed in him.

It was as if everyone except himself had lost their memories, and their past experiences had undergone subversive changes——the firm belief that "it wasn't a dream" without any doubts.

Therefore, the name "Airlie" will not become a memory that gets darker with the passage of time, nor will it become an obsession that gets deeper and deeper.

All Ozymandias wants is "now."

If you accidentally lost it, you can find it yourself, and you don't need to tell him how tolerant you are to him. This kind of boring behavior of asking for credit is not what a pharaoh should do.

All he had to say was—

"Looking at you like this, how can I not make Yu feel sad."

"When Yu didn't know, how much suffering did you suffer? Those who are rebellious and immoral should be punished by Yu, but you, as long as you enjoy Yu's favor."

It was also said before that he should be "prepared to bear Pharaoh's anger". However, it would be fine if he was sober, but the person concerned is in a coma, and the method of punishment remains to be verified.

Again the wise Pharaoh squandered his inordinate patience on behalf of his lover, without knowing it.

Looking down, he inserted his hands obliquely into Yingling's sweat-soaked hair, and wiped off the sweat from the tip of Yingling's nose with his thumb. Finally, he bent down completely and blocked Yingling's hot panting with his lips.

"Hmph...Although I'm very dissatisfied, I'd better be patient with this matter for a while longer."

*****

Ellie woke up suddenly.

He didn't have a nightmare, but in a deep sleep, he vaguely felt that he was being pressed by a very heavy object, so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

The most exaggerated thing is that he seems to be tightly surrounded by something, and he can't break free at all.

The octopus-like thing stretched out its claws to his neck, which lasted for a long time, sore, painful and numb——

He opened his eyes suddenly under such a uncomfortable situation.

"..."

"........."

The justifiable and accusatory words got stuck in his throat at the first moment. Confusion, doubt, surprise, and hesitation flashed through Airlie's wide-open eyes. In the end, his body stiffened involuntarily, trying to control Seeing himself motionless.

Also hold your breath.

Because, right in front of his eyes—or in other words, tightly pressed by his forehead and the tip of his nose—is a man's healthy and powerful bare chest.

The brown skin is like the symbol of the incarnation of the sun. Every inch of this perfect body has distinct curves. It is conceivable that when Airlie opened his eyes, how his overly long eyelashes were soft like feathers. Like brushing against a man's pectoral muscles.

The man placed him within reach in an unquestionable manner, and at the same time embraced his waist, as if even in a deep sleep, he wanted to clear the non-existent distance between them.

Ozymandias, doesn't seem to have woken up yet.

After Ellie got out of the confused state, he began to think about what to do next.

It's a pity that he is ambiguous about the embarrassing situation he is in now—or to put it plainly, the air is full of pink gas! ——This is completely unconscious.

Ellie was thinking, it's not hot anymore, it feels much better, is it because of the sleep?

When did Ozymandias come?Wait, why can't I remember at all... Then forget about it for now, how do I get out now?

He didn't think too deeply about it, such as why the pharaoh spent so much time sleeping here with a physical body, but subconsciously felt that he should break free from the man's arms quietly without disturbing the unawakened heroic spirit.

After thinking for a while, he came up with a solution.

Disarming the entity—recovering it in another place, killing two birds with one stone, is perfect.

Ellie had an idea, and didn't hesitate any longer, and was about to put it into practice immediately.

however--

"...?!"

He was turned over by Ozymandias with a look of astonishment.

When his back fell into the embrace of the soft and faintly fragrant mattress again, Ellie tilted his head in a daze, and his eyes just hit the depths of the bright eyes that were also staring at him.

Ozymandias seems to have woken up early.

He was lying on his side beside Ellie, with his right hand bent to support his head, and he looked down in this lazy posture, with a slight smile on his lips.

Not far from the back is the large open floor-to-ceiling windows, the snow-white curtains are dancing with the quietly coming wind, and the large ray of sunlight will illuminate the bedroom thoroughly under the welcome of the flying white screens.

Those golden rays of light seemed to emanate from behind the man, adding a sacred color to the glorious face.