Pharaoh

A light wind blew from the night sky outside, causing the faint light in the bedroom to hang on the stone pillar closest to the roof to flicker, and the extremely shallow shadow of the stone pillar on the floor of the room also moved accordingly.

An extremely slight pained moan suddenly sounded in the quiet bedroom, which caused the faint light to flicker in a large way as if uneasy.

The king of Egypt opened his eyes, and beside him, the young pharaoh lying sideways on the bed was still sleeping.

The eyes that were opened just now were closed again tightly, the young Wangdi gritted his teeth, and tried hard to endure the cry of pain that almost came out of his throat again.

The violet pupils opened slightly, and glanced at the part of his body that was in severe pain, and the game let out a helpless sigh.

Five light brown fingers were gripping tightly on his left shoulder, sinking in, leaving obvious marks.

Suppressing the pain in his left shoulder, he raised his head and looked at the sleeping Pharaoh.

The young Pharaoh closed his eyes, but his brows were tightly frowned, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly from time to time.He pursed his lips tightly and didn't make a sound, but his face turned pale, and he could already vaguely see a little cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

You Yu looked at him with a worried look in his eyes.

Tonight seems to be more serious than before...

Does it really matter?Wouldn't it be better to call Seth and the others or the doctor?

Thinking so, the young prince stretched out his right hand, and pressed his fingertips to the center of Atum's eyebrows.

He wanted to use the only magic he had learned on Atum, as he had done the other nights.As long as he used that, the young pharaoh could sleep much more peacefully.

Yatum's pain eased, so naturally he wouldn't grab him so hard, and it wouldn't hurt him anymore.

But this time, just as Wang Di's fingertips were about to press the light brown forehead, the young Pharaoh suddenly opened his eyes.

The crimson pupils that were burning like flames fixed on the finger that was about to press his forehead.

So the half-stretched white porcelain hand froze in place, his light purple eyes blinked twice, and the young Wangdi curled his straight fingers in embarrassment.

Although he knew that his actions were well intentioned, for some reason, he always felt guilty when he was stared at by those crimson pupils.

After all, that day, he used this...

Thinking of this, Yu Yu subconsciously looked at the young Pharaoh.

Yatum looked at him with his eyes open, didn't speak, and didn't know what he was thinking.

When he saw him looking at him, the lips of the young pharaoh moved slightly, as if he wanted to speak.

The hand holding his left shoulder also moved at this moment, and the tingling sensation suddenly transmitted from the nerves to the brain caused the young Wang Di to reflexively close his eyes and let out a muffled groan.

The young king was startled, his eyes moved, and soon fell on his right hand.

He let go of his hand, and the bruises drawn by his fingers on Wang Di's exposed left shoulder at the moment were extremely conspicuous under the dim light.It was obvious that on the porcelain-skinned shoulders that had been treated roughly just now, the heaviest marks were where he had loosened just now, and there were a few shallow strangle marks nearby that could still be seen after careful identification.

A hand suddenly reached out and covered the bruises.

Atum looked up, meeting the pale purple pupils that looked at him a little flusteredly.

The shadow cast by the golden forehead deepened the tone in the crimson pupils, and the young Wang Gang's opened lips closed again.He turned over and was still lying on his side, but this time his back was facing his brother.

The faint light from behind him cast his face in shadow, and he closed his eyes, falling asleep again.

The young Wangdi gently rubbed his left shoulder, and the faint tingling sensation made him frowned.

He was lying on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling carved with gorgeous and complicated patterns in a daze. He was obviously sleepy just now, but now he didn't feel sleepy at all for some reason.

After staying for a while, he turned over and lay on his side again on the bed.

He stared blankly at the back in front of him, it was the first time he saw Atum's back while sleeping.Thanks to his domineering brother, although he would feel awkward at first, he has gradually become accustomed to falling asleep on the warm chest of the young pharaoh.

This is really not a good habit.

As he thought so, his eyes slowly moved up along the young Pharaoh's back, and landed on the light brown nape of his neck.

He stared there for a while, and found that the muscles connecting the neck and shoulders looked tense, and the hair attached to the back of the neck seemed to have signs of dampness.

It still looks really bad...

Violet pupils flickered a few times, as if hesitating for something.

The gaze struggled a few times and finally made up his mind, the young brother Wang slowly raised his body.

How about...or use that magic on him?

Because his brother Wang was facing away from him at the moment, the young brother Wang had no choice but to get up lightly. He sat beside his brother Wang, poked his head over and looked at the situation carefully.

Although the young Pharaoh frowned, he kept his eyes closed and remained motionless. He seemed to be asleep.

Brother Wang's left arm passed over the young king's head with very light movements, and supported the bed in front of the young king's face in order to stabilize his body that was leaning forward.

With his left hand propped on the bed, the entire upper body of the young brother Wang hangs above his sleeping brother.

His right hand carefully reached between the frowning brows.

He held his breath, afraid that his louder breathing would wake up his brother Wang.

He felt that he was already very careful, but just as his fingertips were about to touch the frowning brow again, his crimson eyes suddenly opened again.

The young brother Wang was startled suddenly, the left arm supporting his body softened, and he fell into the arms of the young king who just turned around.

The nose that hit the opponent's chest abruptly was sore, and the pain caused tears to ooze from the corners of his eyes.

He lay on the pharaoh's body and rubbed his nose for a while, but when he tried to get up, he found that the young king's arms held him tightly, preventing him from getting up.

He had no choice but to look up at his brother Wang.

"what are you doing!"

The young Pharaoh questioned him, staring at him with obvious irrepressible anger.

The big violet eyes, which were obviously still steamed, blinked twice in a daze.

Some younger brothers who didn't understand why Yatum was suddenly angry stared blankly at him for a while, and suddenly realized.

"I didn't want to run like that day!" You quickly explained, "You also know that this magic can make people sleep deeply and not wake up-ah, I don't mean to hide anything from you, I just want to Just to make you sleep more deeply, uh, no, I don't mean what you think—"

Looking at the crimson pupils who were slightly narrowed and showing increasingly dangerous sharp eyes, You You explained in a panic, but this anxiety became more and more chaotic, which made the boy king's face even more gloomy.

His hands suddenly held the cheeks of Wang Di who was trying to explain clearly, and he raised his head.

He lowered his head, but at this moment, Junmei's face looked a little gloomy and moved towards the other party.

The game was startled, and immediately reacted.He subconsciously wanted to break free, but those hands held his cheeks so tightly that he couldn't break free at all.

He raised his hand angrily, grabbed the light brown wrist and wanted to tear it away, but when he tried hard, a tingling pain from his left shoulder made his hand go limp, and his arm trembled.

The Young King's movements stopped, he looked at his younger brother's immature face that seemed to be enduring pain, his crimson pupils were filled with hesitation.

After hesitating for a while, he let go of the hand holding the opponent's cheek, and gently stroked the bruise on Wangdi's left shoulder with his fingertips.

The young Wangdi stared at him unhappily, struggling to get up from his arms.The young Pharaoh stroked his soft hair, and once again stretched out his hands to hold his brother firmly in his arms.

"It hurts?"

He asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you say that?"

Even if I tell you, you won't let me go back to sleep in my room, will you?

A little unhappy young brother Wang thought so, and lowered his head in anger and did not answer.His cheek was gently stroked, but the next second, the fingers resting on his cheek froze, this strange behavior made Yuyu subconsciously look up.

The young Pharaoh frowned, his thin lips were tightly pursed, obviously holding back something.

The game looked at him and hesitated for a while, but after all, there was a worried look in his eyes.He raised his hand and pressed his fingertips to Atum's forehead.

The crimson pupils that were half-covered due to patience opened and stared straight at it, and the Young King frowned even tighter.

Yuyu's fingertips gently stroked Atum's frowning brow, as if trying to smooth it out.

"If you sleep deeply, it won't be so uncomfortable."

He said that the immature face smiled as if comforting the other party.A faint halo of light gathered at his fingertips, and slowly penetrated into the center of the Young King's brows.

But the halo, which is difficult for ordinary people to see with naked eyes, only penetrated half of it, and most of it remained outside and couldn't get in.

Under the white porcelain-colored slender fingers, the boy king's crimson pupils were still staring at the game without blinking, with a vaguely probing look.

The young brother Wang suddenly became angry, and the halo on his fingertips dissipated instantly.

He pushed the pharaoh away abruptly, straightened up, and broke free from the pharaoh's arms.

He lay back on the bed, turned around, and threw his back to his brother Wang angrily.

He just wanted to help, and he didn't have any bad ideas at all.

Well, he knew he had a criminal record...but that stare that clearly doubted him still made him feel aggrieved.

He will never do such a thankless thing in the future!

The young brother Wang was lying on his side with his back to his brother Wang, his slender body curled up like a kitten losing its temper.Half of his face was buried in the soft pillow, and his fingers tightened his grip on the bedcloth in front of him.

He closed his eyes with a displeased look on his face.

He is very unhappy now, so even though he clearly felt his brother Wang sticking to his back and stretching out his arms to wrap him in his arms, he still closed his eyes and remained motionless.

Anyway, he also knew that he was not as strong as the opponent, and struggling was futile, so he simply closed his eyes and ignored the opponent.

"Angry?"

The young king's voice was very low, inaudible.

But those lips were too close to the game, and the slightly warm breath that he exhaled while speaking brushed past his ears, making his ears tremble slightly sensitively, and turned red and hot.

With his upper body propped up on his left elbow, the young Pharaoh watched from a height the side cheeks of his younger brother, who had his back turned to him, and there was some warmth in his eyes.

"Do not be angry."

He said, his voice was very low, his words were simple, but his tone was very soft. Although he seemed very unaccustomed, he was still trying hard to coax his awkward brother.

He moved up the right hand that was holding Wang Di, light brown fingers held the other's soft chin, and then turned his Wang Di's face upwards with extremely gentle force.

The young prince who had been closing his eyes and refusing to pay attention to him, after realizing his actions, couldn't care less about continuing to sulk, and quickly opened his eyes.

"Wait a minute, king..."

The remaining half of the sentence was forced to swallow back, because the blocked lips could no longer make a sound.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't push away the young pharaoh who was pressing on him, and his head, which was trying to escape, was held tightly by the opponent's hand and couldn't move.

The sudden ferocious and forceful deep kiss of the Egyptian boy king made Yu Youyou's white porcelain cheeks flush quickly due to lack of oxygen, and the hand that was pushing hard on Yatum's chest subconsciously tightened because of the uncomfortable feeling that he couldn't breathe each other's clothes.

He tried his best to shake his head to break free, but occasionally he managed to let the corners of his lips reveal a little space to breathe oxygen, and the next second he would be blocked tightly by the chasing lips.

The young pharaoh's almost rude kissing method did not give him any chance to breathe. His already semi-drowsy mind almost made him think that he would be suffocated immediately and lose consciousness, but it came from the nose that was still breathing subconsciously. A little oxygen still allowed him to barely maintain his sanity.

The suffocating feeling of being suspended in mid-air finally made the weak young brother's eyes ooze uncomfortable tears.

Perhaps because he finally realized the burden his kiss brought to his brother, Atum slowed down the strength of his kiss.His lips moved up a little, leaving a little gap for the air to pass through, but it seemed that he was quite reluctant to leave completely.

He lightly licked the lips that were bitten into bright red by him, and after the lips that were panting quickly opened for a few breaths, he couldn't wait to press them down again, the only thing that could be inhaled by those lips in the next second was him. Breath in the mouth.

He repeated this several times. Although this behavior was not intentional, it looked like he was teasing his younger brother.

It wasn't until he estimated that his brother had reached his limit, that Atum slowly let go of the other's lips.

The young Wangdi was breathing rapidly, and his immature face turned pink due to the lack of oxygen.

The lips that were greedily breathing oxygen could not make a sound, his chest was violently heaving, and he could only stare at Atum fiercely with his eyes.

The luster of the water waves made his pupils brighter, and there were still light tears in the corners of his eyes.

The ravaged lips were slightly red and swollen. Although they were slightly parted, they were only panting, and the moist water made them appear bright red.

Even though he tried his best to conceal it, the look of grievance still leaked from the face of the young prince.

"I... hate Brother Wang!"

The young Pharaoh was taken aback by the sudden announcement made by the younger brother who had finally recovered his breath, but he didn't seem to be angry. For some reason, his handsome face softened a lot at this moment.

He lowered his head, and lightly pressed his light brown forehead against that of his younger brother.

The young king stared at the pair of light purple eyes with a bit of water mist showing a bit of aggrieved expression in the full of unhappiness. In the dark, his crimson pupils were like glowing red gems, soft and bright.

His blond hair slid down from that soft porcelain-colored cheek, and brushed over the other's slender eyelashes, making his younger brother close his eyes subconsciously and blinked.

The eyes blinked, opened again, and then stood still.

The faint light from the stone pillar at the side cast down softly and fell into the violet pupils of the young prince.

Then, the luster of the water wave in the pupil refracted it, lighting up the soft arc on the corner of the boy king's slightly raised lips.

The pure gold earrings hung down and moved slightly on the side of the boy king's light brown cheeks.

Its bright golden light illuminated the smiling lips of the young pharaoh.

……

"I hate Brother Wang."

"Ah."

"Very annoying!"

"understood."

The young Pharaoh answered, running his fingers through his brother's soft hair.

Then, he bowed his head.

chirp~~~