Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Gotham

"…Don't."

Mr. Rabbit still resisted with red eyes, but obviously, he couldn't break free from the restraint, and couldn't escape this long and extremely gentle kiss.

Fortunately, Bruce let him go quickly.

He propped himself up, still pressing his arm, and took off his white shirt slowly.

"too late."

His expression was a little tired, but he pulled down his pants mercilessly, then hugged his waist domineeringly, and gently bit his earlobe with his teeth: "Go to sleep, huh? Be good."

The deep voice is magnetic and charming, and the husky is sexy.

But it smells and tastes with a little alcohol smell, and maybe some strong ginger taste.But if the two are mixed together, if you don't smell it carefully, you will not be able to tell the difference. You just think that he is very drunk.

David's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help but want to take revenge: "Why sleep, sleep after you brush your teeth?"

He still remembers what happened before.

Besides, he was already aroused by this kiss, and he believed that Bruce should have reacted as well.

It's just that David guessed that he couldn't do anything at this time.

This made him feel slightly happier.Taking advantage of the darkness, he quickly bent the corners of his eyes and half closed them to hide the smile in his eyes.

He was looking forward to the expression Bruce would show after all his efforts to trick him into bed.

Davide pretended to be aggrieved and pitiful, resisted in fear, and curled up in his arms as if nostalgic for the warmth of his body and nodded.

Bruce rubbed his cheek with the tip of his nose in satisfaction, held him tightly in his arms, and closed his eyes.

The floor lamp emitting a dim yellow light was turned off, and the warmth continued from the light to the soft bedding.Bruce let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

dreamless night

After Alfred knocked on the door at the same time as usual and walked into the bedroom...felt a little...spicy eyes.

Because the clothes littered the floor...obviously belonged to more than one person.

Bruce looked like he had already woken up, and he raised his finger to his lips to signal Alfred to keep quiet.

There was a smile in the cobalt blue eyes, looking at Alfred and the person in his arms.

The white-haired man huddled in his arms, tightly wrapped by the quilt, only his fluffy head was exposed.

He was in a deep sleep, his head resting on Bruce's arm.Arms folded on Bruce's chest, calves between Bruce's knees, sleeping without any image.

Fortunately, this is what happens in the quilt.

Bruce's hand stroked his muscular waist, and he lifted the waist of his white underwear with a smile in his eyes.

really cute.

It's just... Bruce's eyes flicked across the leather necklace on his neck, caressing it carefully, then raised his hand and pinched his nose: "Get up, little slob. Get up and have lunch."

David was quickly awakened by him.

He was a little tired and wanted to stand up, but he forgot to take off the metal ring.

Every second this thing is on him, he becomes weaker.

He didn't know whether he forgot, or whether he deliberately brought it so that the characteristics of his body could be closer to human beings.

After all, with it off, he doesn't even need to breathe.

Bruce pressed him with one hand, and then pressed him back on the bed: "Sleep for a while, I'll find a dress that suits you."

He wrapped David tightly with the quilt, raised his head and looked at Alfred, and sat up from the bed.

David frowned, took off the ring from his hand and placed it on the bedside.

The deep tiredness made him unable to bear to close his eyes, and soon fell asleep again.It seemed that as soon as he touched the pillow, his soul would be imprisoned, and he could not be freed from it.

Bruce looked at him strangely when he came back with the clothes.

He looked really weak and tired like he hadn't slept all night.

Bruce frowned, reaching up to his forehead.

Similarly, he did not have a fever or signs of illness, and the temperature on his forehead was still very low, even lower than normal.

He involuntarily touched the dark spots under David's eyes, and couldn't help but wonder if his sleeping position was so bad that he could not sleep comfortably all night.

The more I think about it, the more I think this is the most likely reason.

Bruce touched the tip of his nose embarrassingly, feeling a little embarrassed for a while.

Mainly, he has never shared the same bed with others, so he really has no idea what happened.

He put the clothes aside in doubt, and glanced at the black metal ring on the bedside inadvertently.

But nothing.

The person on the bed buried himself in the quilt, wrapping himself tightly like a ball.

Suddenly there was a small rubbing sound outside the door, and Bruce opened the door in surprise.A blue figure immediately sprinted past his calf and rushed to the bed.

It is Lingxing.

Before Bruce could catch it, it jumped cleanly onto David.

David was startled by it and opened his eyes: "!!!"

The drowsiness was swept away in this way, and his confused eyes circled around, staying on Bruce's face full of surprise.

Pushing himself up on his arms, David sat up from the bed again.

Mr. Demon's consciousness was still a little unclear, he casually rubbed his messy white hair and yawned.Then he hugged Lingxing up, lifted the quilt on his own, and was about to get out of bed.

There is not a single redundant muscle on the white and slender legs, just like the muscles on his waist and abdomen, they are full of strength and explosiveness.

Even wrapped in suit pants will look a little slender.

The reason why Bruce's eyes are focused on David's legs is because he doesn't dare to raise his eyes to see still naked.bare chest.

It's strange that Gotham City's famous playboy would be shy at this time.

David looked at Bruce puzzledly with watery eyes, and he suddenly remembered that he should be a little shy.

Well…

He tilted his head slightly, and placed Lingxing on the thick carpet: "Bruce?"

The clear eyes, as red as pigeon blood, looked at Bruce with doubts.

Bruce coughed lightly, picked up the clothes and handed them to him in embarrassment: "You put the clothes on first."

David's expression froze for a moment, as if he just remembered how he was stripped clean last night.

Blush quickly climbed up his cheeks, even his ears and neck were also red.

He quickly hid himself in the quilt, wrapped himself up tightly, and even covered his head with the quilt.

"David?"

Bruce took a step forward, suddenly feeling like his decision last night wasn't that good.

There is a very high possibility that his little rabbit will shrink back like this in fright.

"...Do you even know what you did?"

David's muffled voice came from the thick quilt.

"How could you... how could you..."

He faltered and faltered, but Bruce understood him all of a sudden.

"It was my fault."

Sitting on the bed, taking advantage of David's inattention, he lifted the quilt and pulled him into his arms again.

The body in his arms was cold, Bruce kissed the corners of his red eyes, and apologized in a low voice: "I shouldn't, last night...I didn't expect it. Sorry, I was drunk."

How many dishes?Drink like that.

David half-closed his scarlet eyes with his back turned to him.

But he didn't give a response, just shook his head with an aggrieved look.

The slender fingers moved along his waistline, gently stroking across the smooth and delicate skin.

Bruce's chin rests on the hollow of his shoulder, and David's earlobes are stained red by his hot breath.

He was about to speak.

David's voice rang out.

His voice contained some easily perceptible fragility and hesitation: "Then if it was anyone else who pushed the door in yesterday, would such a thing happen?"

Bruce froze.

He quickly sat in front of David.

His little rabbit was just as he thought, with tears streaming down his face silently.

Bei Zi bit her lower lip tightly, restraining herself, not letting herself make any strange sounds.

"No, of course not! Of course not..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by David again: "Anyone can?"

"Your original secretary...or someone else, male or female...you..."

Bruce panicked. "No, it's just you. David..."

But he didn't know how to explain it for a while: "I know it's you, do you understand? It won't be anyone, it will only be you."

"What's more, there won't be another person here besides you."

Bruce looked into his eyes seriously, raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on his face: "Little crying bag, don't cry."

He held David's hand and touched his chest: "Whether it's in this room or here, there will be no second person except you."

Under David, the heart in his chest kept beating.

One click, intense and dynamic.

Bruce smiled and kissed those thin lips again.

Long and gentle.

The soft touch, but like carrying an electric current, makes people fascinated and sinking.

"I like you, and this feeling is the same as yours, David."

There was unconcealable love in those cobalt blue eyes, and Bruce caressed his cheek with a rare tenderness.

"And me?"

David was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what he meant.

He turned his head sideways in embarrassment, not daring to look into Bruce's eyes anymore, as if he wanted to bury his face under the blanket again and be an ostrich.

"Who told you, I... I don't like you!"

David hastily denied: "I don't like you, you are the most annoying."

"And...and..." He seemed to have thought of something suddenly, his little face suddenly turned pale, and he faltered and struggled for the last time: "I don't like men either... I, mine, I don't like you anyway, I have other people I like!"

His reaction doesn't look like he genuinely likes someone else, but rather like he's trying to hide his shame at Bruce's words.

Scared and fled like a little rabbit.

Bruce even felt that there was no such so-called "other" at all.

He said this just to cover up his embarrassment, or to make him jealous?

Bruce smiled instead of anger: "Then tell me, who do you like?"

"Eh?...that's..."

David closed his eyes, looking desperate: "It's Mr. Batman!"

puff.

Bruce almost couldn't help laughing out loud, he rolled his eyes.

What a fool.