don't make me wear a skirt

At night, it rained heavily.

Large drops of raindrops hit the ground, and the air in the castle seemed particularly cold and damp.

Lytle rested his chin on his hands and looked at the window sill.

Tisha laid out the bedding for him: "Are you still asleep?"

"Can't sleep." Lytle said sadly, "I just want to know what's hidden in Hecha's cabinet."

Tisha said, "Then you can go now."

"Go now?" Lytle looked at her in disbelief: "Duke Hecha is still sleeping inside!"

Tisha offered him a solution: "You can tell him that the rain outside is too heavy, you are very scared and cold, and you can only relieve it by rubbing your head against his chest to generate heat, so he will definitely agree Let you in, and when he falls asleep, you can act."

Lytle sneered: "Stupid behavior."

Five minutes later, he muttered, "I'm going to do something stupid like that? The only thing I want to do is smash his head open with my forehead."

A quarter of an hour later, Lytle wrapped himself in a thick quilt, stood up, and moved forward slowly.

When he reached the door, Tisha asked in surprise, "Are you going to hit Heza on the head?"

Lytle said angrily: "I'm going to rub it to make it hot!"

The empty castle melted into the night, the torrential rain poured down like a waterfall, and the only sound of his footsteps was heard in the huge corridor.

It does look a little scary.

Like a haunted house.

Standing at the door of Duke Hecha's bedroom, Lytle suddenly hesitated, because his old problem of pain in the buttocks was repeated.

He clamped his buttocks and stepped back little by little.

The door was opened suddenly, and Duke Hecha saw the oriental boy who had wrapped himself into rice dumplings, staring at him with terrified black eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

Lytle calmed down and suppressed a smirk: "It's raining too much, I'm a little scared."

His eyes went straight past Hetza's body into the room, and glanced at the locked cabinet, and at this moment his withdrawn heart was ablaze again. No one can resist the temptation of a secret so close!

Hecha rubbed his chin: "So you think I have the super power to eliminate fear?"

Lytle said, "Your face has the potential to make people laugh, and it makes me less afraid."

Hecha frowned, and didn't want him to go in: "Miss Lanny, you should know that I am a normal man."

Lytle pondered over the meaning of the so-called normal in his mouth, and unconsciously glanced down, oh, there was still a little drum.

It's a pity that it's just an illusion. Maybe this scheming man took some cotton balls and stuffed them into the forged results.

Lytle clicked his tongue twice in his heart, and reluctantly said perfunctorily: "I know you are normal."

He stepped around Hetza and into the bedroom.

Hexa felt a mountain move from outside to inside and hit his chest.

"..."

Lytle lowered his head, stared at the cabinet with burning eyes for a while, then turned around reluctantly, moved to the side of the big bed and fell down on it.

Hecha sighed, sat on the head of the bed and rubbed Lytle's soft black hair.

Feeling his head being crushed, he finally turned his attention back to Hexa in his white pajamas.

He faintly saw the abdominal muscles wrapped in pajamas, and while touching his soft belly, he shrank back under the quilt.

Hecha put her legs on the bed.

"Are you going to sleep with me?!" Lytle took a breath and accused him with his eyes.

Hecha raised his eyebrows: "You occupy my bed."

Lytle's eyes quickly searched the room, and soon locked on a direction.

"You still have a bench, covered with a blanket."

It's raining harder outside.

Hecha thought for a while, then lay down and covered herself with the quilt: "I'm also a little scared all of a sudden, I need Miss Laney to be by my side to fall asleep."

It was a painful ordeal, and he was lying on the same bed with his sworn enemy, and something terrible had happened the last time they lay together.

Lytle's heart was beating crazily, and he couldn't stop the buzzing in his head even though he buried his whole body in the quilt. Fortunately, the more nervous he was, the less he could fall asleep, which was beneficial to his plan without any harm.

As time passed by, his excitement and nervousness were intertwined, and he kept trembling.

"Miss Lanny?" In the darkness, Hecha gently pushed back his quilt.

"What are you doing?!" Lytle jumped up in fright.

What does this bastard want to do to his ass!

He Cha said helplessly: "You are shaking the bed."

"Oh, really?" Lytle asked, trembling, "Why can't I feel it?"

"Because you're rocking with the bed," said Hecha.

Lytle looked at him: "If you sleep on the couch bed, it won't shake."

Hecha leaned forward, and his nose could even touch Lytle's cheek: "Why don't we hug you, let's shake together."

Lytle's eyes widened, and he stopped shaking immediately. He tried to calm down his breath: "Go to sleep, staying up late is not good for your health, especially for people like you who are stuck at the 25-year-old mark. Wrinkles age too quickly."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and began to play dead.

Hecha: "..."

All sacrifices are for secrets, for nutrient solution, and for kneeling down to beg for mercy.

It was so hard for Duke Hecha to sleep next to him. Lytle closed his eyes and started counting the sheep. When he counted to one thousand and sixty, he finally opened his eyes.

Finally, the sound of even breathing came from the ear.

Lytle was slowly moved closer, and said in an inaudible voice: "Duke Hecha? Are you asleep?"

"My lord, the louse on your ass is dancing with joy!"

After calling twice to make sure that the man beside him didn't respond, he showed a relieved smile.

Lifting off the quilt, Lytle scolded: "Pervert, hypocrisy, idiot..."

After cursing for half a minute, Hecha suddenly raised his eyelids and looked at him.

Before Lytel stuck in his throat, he suddenly swallowed all the words back into his stomach.

God, is this his nightmare?

Why did he see a devil staring at him unblinkingly in the dark?

Hecha asked leisurely: "Who has lice growing on their butt?"

Lytle's mind went awry, and something had to be done now to save the situation.

He silently looked away, turned over and got out of bed, and jumped around the bed twice, while jumping, he kept muttering: "Pervert, hypocrisy, idiot..."

Turning to the third lap, he suddenly fell to the ground.

Hecha: "..."

After getting up, Lytle asked with a pair of confused eyes: "Why am I lying on the cold ground?"

Hecha silently considered whether to expose him.

"I must be sleepwalking again." Soon, Lytle justified himself and got into the quilt again, closing his eyes again as if nothing happened.

Scared to death, Lytle covered his head with the quilt, but luckily he resolved the crisis quickly.