Royal Alchemist

His voice was a little ethereal in the bathroom, with a hint of coquettishness, half-truth and half-false, making it difficult for Jon to tell whether he was in real pain or fake pain.

The wound on the forehead was indeed a little deep, the tender flesh was turned out, and traces of blood flowed out.Jon sighed and picked up the bio-glue on the clothes.What an obvious scar, how could he pretend not to see it?

"Sit down." Gerald was taller than him, and Jon was a little tired raising his arms.

Gerald immediately sat down, resting his head on the wall of the pool, and looked down at Jon.

Jon squatted beside him, and carefully applied the bio-glue to his wound: "You'd better see a doctor, the wound is a bit long, I'm afraid your skin will grow."

"You know what I'm thinking when I'm hurt?" Gerald answered irrelevantly.

Jon pretended to be very attentive and put the tape on him.

"I led people into the stronghold of Mensa, and suddenly someone hid in the corner and attacked me. I reacted quickly and blocked it, leaving this opening. Later, I recalled that if I was slow to react for half a second, my head would be chopped off. Already." He compared the position of his forehead and rolled his eyelids to look at Jon.

Jon lowered his eyes and turned a deaf ear.

"I'm thinking." Gerald continued, "If I die, my suitors will be heartbroken to death."

Thinking that he would say something provocative, but he didn't expect it to be so smug, Jon pressed hard on the wound, and said with a cold face: "If you are afraid of death, hide at home, don't go out and shame yourself."

Just as Jon was about to get up, he was dragged by Gerald and fell into the bathtub.Drenched in an instant, the soft clothes stuck to his body, and the water droplets were thrown from his chestnut hair. Jon was furious: "Gerrod, you bastard!"

He propped himself up on Gerald's chest, and pressed his warm palm against his fiery chest. Gerald's eyes dimmed, and his Adam's apple rolled.

Just as one arm rested on the pool wall, Gerald wrapped his arms around his waist, turned over and pressed him under him, fixing his limbs to the bottom of the pool, leaving only his head above the water.

In terms of brute strength, Jon couldn't compare to Gerald, so he could only glare, but he didn't dare to struggle too hard, for fear that water would get into his mouth.

The clear eyes were stained with water vapor, which made his face lively, and his cheeks were stained red with shame and anger, and Gerald's blood was boiling with excitement.

"I'm still thinking..." Gerald's voice came from his chest, deep and pleasant, "If I die, will you feel sorry for me, even for a second?"

Caught off guard, before Jon could react, Gerald pinched his chin and kissed him.

They also had a kiss many years ago, impulsive and chaotic, but this one was completely different. Gerald exhausted all his tenderness and wanted to pick up this beauty.

Jon shrank back in shock, and Gerald held the back of his neck forcefully, forcing him to get closer.

When he was young, Girod kissed many people. At that time, he was vain and indulgent, so that he had long forgotten what those lips tasted like. Only this moment made him feel that the past was a waste of time, as pale as white water.

Jon was obviously very jerky, and he passively endured the kiss. He was so surprised that he forgot to resist, and could only let him capture his city and act recklessly.

The heat was rising, the water was stirring, everything was messed up, but they were still immersed in the kiss.

They didn't part reluctantly until they couldn't keep up with the rhythm, breathing quickly.

There is still the other party's breath between the lips and teeth, making people intoxicated and dizzy.

Jon got up in a panic, was pushed back into the water by Gerald, and was wrapped in his arms.

"You..." Jon wiped his lower lip in a panic.

Gerald pressed his arm stubbornly, his eyes burning.Jon felt that he was about to melt. He didn't know where the courage came from. He looked straight into his eyes, and each other's figures were reflected in his eyes.

They all knew something was different.

"Will you? Will you feel sorry for me?" Gerald said hoarsely, "The situation is chaotic now. Even if I am the commander, I will die. If I die..."

Jon covered his mouth, resisting the word "death" in his heart.When the proud man in front of him lowered his posture and asked softly, will you feel sorry for me, Jon knew that his defense line was completely breached.

Gerald took his hand and kissed his palm.

"let's be together."

When Girod reacted, he had already said this sentence, and then he froze.

Jon raised his head in astonishment, his usual wit was completely gone.

Different from the hesitation and uncertainty when he had a try, Girod suddenly felt a sense of giving up, held Jon's hand, and solemnly repeated: "Let's be together!"

Jon looked at Gerald in disbelief, as if he wanted to see what happened on the face of his playmate since he was a child.The touch of the kiss seemed to be still between the lips, the warmth, lingering, and finally confused.

The heat must have burned his brain. After a long time, Jon nodded: "Okay."

Gerald was overjoyed and hugged Jon in his arms.Hugging, feeling each other's body temperature, the heat goes straight to the depths of the heart.

One of them lost their center of gravity and fell into the water. It seemed that neither of them had any intention of getting up again after this fall.They kissed passionately, exchanging breaths with each other, their tongues twisted together like two spirit snakes, inseparable.

None of them mentioned the future, nor did they mention the result. They all kept silent without saying a word, as if they had lost their memory.

Girod panted heavily, looked down at Jon condescendingly, supported his body with one hand, pulled out his already soaked shirt with the other hand, and touched his back.

The person under him trembled slightly, not knowing whether it was excitement or nervousness.

Gerald slowly unbuttoned his clothes one by one, revealing this white sheep-like body in front of his eyes, and suddenly found that he was also nervous. Unexpectedly, at this moment, he was as nervous as sympathizing with Dou Chukai.

But at the same time, he felt that as long as he hugged the person in front of him tightly, nothing else mattered.

The lingering body speeds up the fusion of spiritual power, and every collision will bring fragments of each other's memories.They could vaguely see the handsome teenagers sitting side by side under the tree in the warm afternoon, the sun shining on their straight uniforms, and the smiles on their faces were as warm as the spring breeze.

From the bathroom to the bedroom, they tossed and tossed all night, and they didn't remember how many times their bodies overlapped. They just did it tirelessly, as if they wanted to make up for the time wasted in the past.

Finally, the two of them collapsed on the bed exhausted.

Gerald still held Jon's face and kissed his soft hair, wanting to swallow him directly.

Jon's eyes remained on the bio-adhesive on his forehead, as if he could see the hideous wound through the adhesive tape, and felt a little distressed.

Girod couldn't stop laughing, and it was the right choice to get off the battlefield and go straight to his house. After so many years of tossing, he finally got his wish, and it was not in vain to destroy his love again and again.

"Stop laughing, you're so stupid." Jon was embarrassed by his laughter, and his lower body ached every time he moved.

Gerald hugged him tightly and kissed him again: "I have another thing for you, and I will bring it here tomorrow."

"what?"

"Secret!" said Gerald mysteriously.

The quill has not been sent out yet. Fortunately, this thing will not be out of date. After so many years of preparation, it can finally be handed over to him. Girod can't wait to see his expression after receiving the gift.

The two slept together overnight, and Gerald left early the next day.

Although he really wanted to stay tender for a while, he really didn't have time.Fengqi's defection made people panic, Mensa's coup had just subsided, Wallace was still acting as a demon beside Emperor Ulysses, the dragon man was eyeing him, internal and external troubles Safirol was exhausted, and only he could share some of it for him.And he wanted to go home to get the quill, and when he thought of finally establishing a relationship with Jon, all his troubles flew to the sky.

As soon as he got home and took off his coat, the butler greeted him and took his clothes: "Master Girod, where did you go last night, the master is waiting for you in the dining room."

"Let's talk later."

"The master told you to go to the restaurant to find him as soon as you come back." The butler emphasized.

Father's words must not be disobeyed, so Gerald had no choice but to resist the urge to rush directly into the bedroom to find the quill, and go to the dining room first.

Milk, fried eggs, croissants, and exquisite breakfasts were spread on the dining table. Girod didn't eat when he left Jon's house. He was already hungry after a night of exercise.

"Father." Gerald said hello, and took a sip of porridge with bread.

The father would not ask his adult son where he spent the night last night, he drank his coffee slowly: "Tell me about the situation."

Gerald's father, Patrick Lennon, was Solomon's prime minister, but Emperor Ulysses recently favored Wallace alone, so he fully supported Safirol and guided him to assist the prince behind Gerald.

"His Royal Highness appointed me to deal with the remnants of Mensa. I have thought about this matter, which has great advantages and disadvantages..." Girod shared his thoughts one by one.

Patrick analyzed and discussed with him one by one, and in addition to guiding him, he also lamented that his son would be able to take on important responsibilities when he grew up.

After some discussion, Patrick closed the topic: "What are your plans for today?"

Girod talked about today's plan, and naturally concealed the fact that he planned to stop by Jon's house to meet and give gifts.

"Remember to go home for dinner tonight," Patrick reminded.

"Why?" Gerald was not very happy. He also planned to go to Jon's house for another night. Last night, he just fell in love with the person who had been entangled with him for many years, and he wanted to strike while the iron was hot.

"Mr. and Mrs. Mullen will bring their daughter Miss Gillian to visit tonight. You know Miss Gillian. She is beautiful, lovely, gentle and well-behaved. She is very suitable to be your wife."

"What are you talking about!" Gerald was startled, and the spilled milk spilled all over him.

Patrick glanced at his panicked son, and frowned displeasedly: "Although I'm a little anxious, the current situation..."

"No!" shouted Gerald, rising to his father, "I don't want to marry! I don't want to marry her!"

Patrick's expression was stern, and he was not angry: "General Mullen's Fury Legion is now swinging in neutral. He needs a backer, and we can take this opportunity to hold him in our hands. If you..."

"I don't want to hear that, I won't marry his daughter!" interrupted Gerald impatiently.

"Presumptuous! How dare you talk to me like that!" Patrick slapped his palm on the table furiously, and the tableware on the whole table jumped up and down. Just now he was happy that his son had grown up, but now he is so self-willed, "Mature Order Girod! This is not something you can decide, your marriage must be profit-oriented, and you must marry her! I have already discussed it with His Highness, and he is also very supportive of this plan!"

"No...no..." Jon's face flushed under him last night appeared in front of his eyes, and Gerald felt powerless, "No...it can't be..."