TMD Reborn

1. Rebirth

Ange thought he was dead.

The bullet pierced his heart, the huge pain tore through his body, the paralyzed blood began to coagulate, the dark sky was frozen in his vision, and then, everything was silent...

But he suddenly opened his eyes again.

Intense lights came from all sides, and the hot white temperature scorched his skin.

His skin was as cold as jade, and his shoulder-length black hair was wrapped around his shackled arms.

He found that his arms were immature and slender, like the delicate white of a baby, hanging powerlessly on his equally delicate legs.

The ankle was wearing an iron lock with a copper bell, and when it moved slightly, the crisp sound echoed in the empty white light mist, rippling the cold treachery like ripples.

Here is... where?

Why does the body... not seem to be my own.

By the way, he was shot!

Shot in the heart by armed terrorists, the feeling of imminent death made him barely able to breathe.

but now……

Lowering his head, the slender body belonging to the boy came into his line of sight intact.

Only the important parts are covered with a white cloth. On the thin jade chest, two protruding bright red spots are like petals stained with mist, and then upwards is the slender and delicate collarbone.

An Ge swallowed uneasily, and his slender neck, whose Adam's apple was not protruding, was slightly raised back.

It's not his body.

Why did he become like this?

When he wanted to stand up, the copper bells under his feet jingled like chaotic branches swaying in the wind.

Before he could react, the door in front of him was pushed open with a "bang", and a brown-haired man appeared in front of him.

"Yo! Ange!~" The man narrowed his cloudy eyes, "Are you awake?"

Ange stood against the wall, raising his head slightly.

The young man's pretty face drew a graceful arc in the mist.

The man couldn't help but took a step forward, and raised his hand to pinch his chin: "Why don't you talk? Are you stupid with drugs?"

Ange looked at him coldly.

Seemingly slightly surprised by his temperatureless gaze, the man raised his eyebrows slightly: "Aren't you going to give me a good morning kiss? Maybe I can consider removing the shackles on your hands."

"You buckled it?" Ange asked, "Why?"

In the voice-changing period, the voice is slightly sticky and magnetic, even if it is emotionless, it still permeates with a sense of bewitching beauty.

"Have you forgotten? You were so excited about taking drugs last night that you almost stabbed yourself with a knife." The man continued to approach him, breathing ambiguously across his cheek, "You should thank me, I saved you. "

Angus didn't answer.

His brain was spinning rapidly, and soon he figured out his current situation.

He is dead, he is not what he was before.

Although it was a bit unbelievable, this boy was also called Ange.

An Ge died of a drug overdose, perhaps at the same time as his death, or because of the similar genetic structure of his body, coupled with some magnetic field reasons, his soul entered the body of this young man.

"What are you thinking?" The hand pinching his chin suddenly tightened.

"It's rare for you to be so absent-minded when talking to me..." The man's voice was joking, "Are you thinking of your Prince Moran Leeds?"

The slow tone of voice, rather than a joking tone, contained a potential threat. The slightly raised voice pierced Ange's eardrums. He frowned uncomfortably, and stretched out his hand to grab the man push away.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" He was in a terrible mood now, "I want to go home."

Yes, go home.

Anxiu is still waiting for him. He said that he will wait for him to come back to celebrate his birthday.

"Go home?" As if hearing something funny, the corner of the man's lips curved into a sarcasm, "What home? Are you in the kennel in the slum?"

Angus frowned slightly.

"Listen to Ange!" The man pressed the wall behind him and leaned forward, "Without me, you are still just a dog that can be slaughtered by others!" He stared at him firmly, There was a frightening light in the muddy brown eyes, "It was me, I, Perlo, who pulled you out of hell! I made you stay here! The reason why you can become the number one card of Shengdi Huaxiao now, It's all my fault!"

Immediately, Ange felt like his head was about to explode:

Saint Emperor Huaxiao?

Isn't it the most famous brothel in the entire western empire? !

Oh my god, my current identity is actually a male prostitute!

He felt dirty and frowned in disgust.

While observing his reaction carefully, Perot said: "I will never allow you to betray me, you are my man, Ange! One day, I will make you completely mine!"

"Let me go!" Ange looked at him coldly.

Perot stood still, his brown eyes scrutinizing him unobtrusively.

Ange didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, and reached out to push him away, but the soft feeling of his body made him unable to do what he wanted. He leaned against the wall and looked at Pero with distracted eyes.

"It seems that the medicine is not bad, you still look like you want to die." Pero stroked his face with one hand.

Ange felt his legs go weak, and slowly slid down the wall.

Pello hugged him and wrapped him in his arms: "You were crazy last night, we didn't accomplish anything, maybe now is a good opportunity."

He carried him to the bed, and let him play with him like a rag doll, without the slightest strength to resist.

The big bed in the center of the room was too soft, and Ange felt that his whole body was trapped in a soft white world, his head was dizzy, and Pello in front of him was shaking constantly, doubled, and he couldn't see clearly at all.

"Get out... get away." He spoke inarticulately, feeling the man's fingers digging into his underpants, which was slightly cold.

A chill ran down his spine, and his eyes widened in panic.

"Baby, you just need to twist your body to cater to me as usual." Pello smiled wickedly, "I promise I won't hurt you."

"Hmm..." His chest was held in his teeth, and the pain spreading from his body stimulated every nerve. This body was too sensitive, so sensitive that he felt ashamed.

"Go away!" He wanted to struggle, but the words he said had the same gorgeous taste as his face.

This great temptation to Pero's desire, the fire of desire that has been raised is burning, and the reason is instantly wiped out.

"Oh!~ Baby, I miss you so much these days!" He kissed him eagerly, stroking his smooth skin with both hands, "I hate Moran Leeds! He has been pestering you, you did it to him several times?"

Not wanting him to answer at all, he greedily licked his cheek with the tip of his tongue.

gross……

Ange wanted to run away in disgust.

"Don't move, my baby, let me kiss you well." He inhaled deeply every smell on his body, the desire that was about to explode in his brown eyes, "Even if I have fucked you countless times, I still can't satisfy you . . . you're the best, darling . . . ”

She tore off his underpants with one hand, and started to untie his belt with the other, the man's upright lower body eagerly exposed to the air.

"You can touch it." Pelo pulled An Ge's hand.

If possible, Ange really wanted to kill him, but he didn't even have the strength to speak now.

The white fingers touched the man's ugly black, Ange really wanted to die again.

"Don't look at me with such eyes, I won't be able to bear it..." Pero's rough hands covered Ang's sensitive area.

Ange let out a "woo", and there seemed to be flashes of water in his eyes.

How to do?How to do?

This bastard!

At this moment, someone yelled outside the door: "Ange! Is Ange there?" Then there was a "bang bang" knock on the door, "Prince Moran Leeds pointed to you!"

"Damn it!" the man pressing on Ange said angrily, "It's not business hours yet, you asked Prince Moran Leeds to wait in the outer hall!"

"The prince wants to take An Ge out, and he has already paid a deposit!" the man said again.

"Damn it!" Perot let out a "bah", and stared at An Ge with dangerous brown eyes.

She kissed him hard on the face twice as if she was not relieved, and then kissed his lips deeply.

"You must always remember that you are mine." He looked at him fiercely, then got up and straightened his clothes.

An Ge lay on the bed empty, watching him open the door, and a man in a black suit stood there.

"Toss, it's really time for you to come!" Perlo said rudely.

Toss was expressionless: "The boss personally asked me to call Mr. Ang." Then, he looked at Ang in the room, and said to Perlo, "The S.M game is over, you can send him Are the handcuffs off?"

Reluctantly, Perlo took out the key and threw it to Toss. After Toss took it, he walked towards Ange.

Looking down at the young man lying immobile on the bed, under the man's thick eyelashes, a pair of deep dark green eyes flashed a hint of evil.

"You look so beautiful." He smiled slightly.

"Asshole! Who told you to stare at him?" Pero walked in cursing.

Toss didn't say anything more, his smile disappeared, and he uncuffed An Ge with a blank expression.

With weak soreness in his wrist, An Ge struggled to support the big bed with his hands.

The iron shackles on his feet were still clanging, but Toss acted as if he didn’t see it, and said to Ange with a smile: “Mr. Ange, Prince Moran Leeds has been waiting in the outer hall for a long time, do you want to dress yourself? , or do you want me to serve you to wear it?"

Ange gritted his teeth: "Myself."

"No, I'll do it." Pello stepped forward.

Toss immediately pulled him out: "Mr. Ange, we are waiting for you outside the door, please move faster!"

The door was closed with a "snap", and Perlo's cursing voice came in: "Toss, you bastard, let me in!"

"I'm sorry, Master Pello, Mr. Ange belongs to Prince Moran Leeds today."

"He's mine, mine, do you hear me!" Pello yelled.

"About Mr. Ange's ownership, I think it will be clearer for you to ask the boss." Toss's voice was lightly polite.

Like a deflated ball, Pello held his head in frustration: "I know, I know...that bastard..."

Ange was in the room and almost exhausted all his strength to get up from the bed.

Now his mind is full of how to escape from here, but no matter how many ideas he has, if he doesn't have the slightest motivation to act, everything is just empty talk.

Little by little, he slowly moved to the closet, opened the closet door, and a dazzling array of gorgeous clothes appeared in his sight, without exception, they were all in dazzling colors, and some were even dotted with bright jewels, which made him feel Ange frowned in disgust, and finally picked out the most inconspicuous white gown from among these clothes.

The cuffs are hollowed-out lace edges, which hang down to the knees, and the gauze fabric is embroidered with transparent crystals, shining multicolored colors under the light.

Even the simplest clothes are so luxurious, An Ge put them on helplessly.

As soon as he put on his underwear, the door was pushed open by Toss: "You are too slow, Mr. Ange, I think it is necessary for me to help you..."

The sound suddenly disappeared, and he looked straight at Ange.

Perlo also poked his head out from behind him: "What's wrong?"

Toss immediately covered his eyes: "I suddenly remembered that the boss just asked you to come over."

"What?!" Pero was anxious and angry, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I forgot, I'm sorry." But there was no regret in his tone.

"Remember!" Pello stomped his feet, turned around and ran away.

Toss turned his head and said to Ange who was stunned aside: "If Perlo sees you like this, he will definitely not let you see Prince Moran Leeds."

Ange didn't know how to answer.

He could probably imagine that the owner of this body must have a beautiful face.

"I don't need help," he said, trying to get a pair of pants out of the closet.

He doesn't want to just wear a fluffy skirt-like dress, and he's not a pervert.

"Are you looking for this?" At some point, Toss was already standing behind him, leaning over and taking out a pair of white soft-soled sandals from the bottom of the closet.

His arm passed over Ange's shoulder ambiguously, and his fingers with hard joints that belonged to a man hooked the small and delicate shoes, and dangled in front of Ange's eyes.

"No!" Ange said angrily.

"There's no time." Toss involuntarily picked Ange up from the ground, let him sit on his lap, held his ankle with one hand, and lifted his foot.

"Let me go!" Ange was angry, he was almost at the limit, but he didn't know that the blush on his face made him look more coquettish, without any deterrent power at all.

Toss smiled at him: "It will be fine soon, Mr. Ange."

As he spoke, he put the shoes on his slender white feet, the white shoes set off his skin more crystal clear, the shackles on the ankles vibrated uncomfortably, and the copper bells sounded crisp and delicate.

It seems to be an angel who is pure and actually exudes a seductive aura all over his body.

"Prince Moran Leeds will definitely be fascinated by you, Mr. Ange..."

Toss pinched his chin.

"Probably very few people would dislike you." His dark green eyes flickered narrowly.

Ange didn't have the strength to be angry with him anymore, so he let him carry himself on his shoulders and strode out of the room.

Outside the door is a wide corridor. On one side of the corridor, the sky seeps through the rhinestone blue floor-to-ceiling windows, scattering like glass, and countless flowers that only bloom in the conservatory are clustered in the corridor, extending all the way to the golden stair railing.

Going forward, there is a crystal vertical elevator that goes up and down automatically.

Toss pressed the button, the door opened, and a more dazzling white light reflected by the four glass mirrors bloomed from the whole body of the elevator and gathered around Ange, making him almost unable to open his eyes.

After entering the elevator, Toss put him down.

Stepping on the scarlet cashmere carpet under his feet, his eyes fell on the four mirrors, showing himself in different silhouettes.

Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still intimidated by the beauty of this body.

Even a little sad.

This boy has a beauty that goes beyond gender, the girl's coquettishness and the boy's clarity are harmoniously blended in him.

God must have loved this child so much that he had spent so much effort on his appearance.

But Ange was not grateful for the favor.

A boy who is more beautiful than a woman, a boy who is boarded as a plaything in an institution, and a boy who has no ability to survive other than that...

He just felt pitiful.

"You remind me of narcissus in Greek mythology." Toss said suddenly, looking straight at

He, "... the beauty who fell in love with his own shadow."

An Ge looked away and looked up at him.

Toss is not a person who is easy to see through. Even though he is smiling now, Ange can't feel his kindness, but feels chills all over his body.

He didn't talk much at first, but now he was even more silent, leaning against the glass of the elevator, staring intently at the electronic floor above.

23rd floor... [-]th floor... [-]th floor...

Soon they reached the ground floor, and only heard a "ding", the crystal door opened, and the red and gold-inlaid carpet stretched all the way to the outside of the hall.

In the hall, the people coming and going turned their heads and stopped, all of them focused on Ange.

Ange felt uncomfortable, but Toss remained calm, walked out of the elevator, and made a "please" gesture to Ange.

An Ge followed behind him, bowed his head and walked towards the VIP room, listening to the whispered discussions of the people next to him:

"Oh my god, that boy is so beautiful!"

"Of course, he's the number one here."

Finally came to the mahogany door of the VIP room, and Toss opened the door beside him. He glanced at Toss, and stepped gently into the door of the VIP room...

"Honey!!—" A black figure rushed towards him quickly, and before he had time to react, he was hugged by an object emitting a strong aroma, out of breath.

2. Stewart

"Honey!~ I miss you so much, I just saw you yesterday, why do I feel like I haven't seen you for a long, long time?~~Come on, let me see if you've lost weight?" Said Then, the object released An Ge, and raised his hand to hold his face.

Only then did Ange see the appearance of the person coming.

Although Ange didn't care about politics, he recognized at a glance that this guy who looked at him with pity was the third prince of the empire, Moran Liz Stewart, who often appeared on TV programs.

Condolences to orphanages, donations to disaster-stricken areas, shaking hands with the wounded from infectious diseases, mourning the people who lost their loved ones due to war...

Even though he had heard about the corruption of the royal family for a long time, he still found it inconceivable that this prince, who always appeared in front of the public with an image of being close to the people, would come to a place like "Shengdi Huaxiao" to have fun.

Sure enough, politics is a deceitful thing, and this country has long been corrupted to the point where it will fall if pushed.

He looked at Stuer indifferently, letting his smooth fingers rub his face.

"My baby, do you miss me?" The blue eyes sparkled like jewels.

An Ge nodded: "Yes."

"Oh! ~That's great!~" He hugged him again, rubbing his nose behind his ear.

"You are still so beautiful, it's just..." The arm around his waist suddenly tightened, "Why do you smell like other men!" The voice suddenly became gloomy.

Ange didn't answer, and didn't want to explain.

An invisible sense of oppression emanated from Stuhr, but soon, the gloom on his face dissipated, and he put on a sympathetic face:

"Baby, I know, you can't help yourself, don't worry, I will definitely redeem you back!"

Weird.

Ange thought to himself:

What a politician values ​​most is his own reputation. Will he redeem himself for a prostitute?Such nonsense, probably only the former An Ge would believe.

As if to comfort him, Stuart had a big grin on his face: "Baby, I will fulfill my promise and I will take you to visit my mansion today!~ Then at night, we can share the world of two there, can't we Looking forward to it?"

He squinted his eyes and smiled, obviously a handsome man, but there was a conspiracy in his smile.

Probably because he looked at An Ge with too much hunger, as if he wanted to throw him on the floor right now.

Toss on the side coughed softly: "Well, Your Majesty Moran Liz, please send Mr. Anger back on time at 670:[-] tomorrow morning. If you are late...well...according to Mr. Anger's price , plus the tax rate of [-]%, you will have to pay an extra [-] [-] emperor yuan for every hour you are late..."

"I see." Stuart interrupted him impatiently, and wrapped his arms around Ange's shoulders, "Baby, let's go!~"

After stepping out of the automatic door of Huaxiao Building, Stuhr immediately took out his sunglasses from his pocket and put them on, while the entourage at the side hurriedly opened a big black umbrella to shade Stuhr from the sun.

Ange looked up at the not-so-bright sun in the sky, speechless.

"Oh, baby, come closer to me, don't get sunburned." Stuhr hugged Ange tighter, "If your fair and tender face gets sunburned, I will feel bad."

Just as he was talking, another entourage drove the car over. Situ Er opened the car door for Ange himself. Ange glanced at him and got into the car silently. Siu Er also followed in and closed the car door. All the eyes of envy, jealousy or disdain outside the car window were blocked in another world. In this world now, there are only two people, Ange and Stuer.

The elongated black caravan, with the middle window closed, the entire body is a closed space with good sound insulation.

In the suffocating ambiguous air, Stuhr took off his sunglasses and gracefully placed them on a tripod beside him.

"Baby, what do you want to drink?" He took out a goblet from under the bar, "How about red wine?"

"Whatever." Ange tried hard not to sound so awkward.

"Are you shy baby?" Stuart looked up and glanced at him with a smile, "You are so cute when you are shy."

Ange simply avoided his gaze and turned to look at the passing scenery outside the car window.

Run away.

Two words circled in his mind.

He's looking for the moment.

"You're a little weird today." Stuart shook the wine glass in his hand, and leaned towards Ange with a smile, "You were so enthusiastic yesterday, why are you so cold today? Are you angry? Who bullied you?"

An Ge shook his head, trying to avoid his touch: "No."

"It's okay, Ange, you can tell me anything." Stewar put one hand on the back of the sofa behind him, wrapping him in his arms, "If I can help you, I'm willing to do anything for you."

He stuffed the wine glass into An Ge's hand, and rubbed the back of the boy's hand vaguely with his little finger wearing a ruby ​​tail ring.

An Ge turned around, and retracted his hand indistinctly with the gesture of drinking.

"Come on, let's toast!" Stuart put a hand on his shoulder.

Ange touched him with a wine glass in silence, and while drinking, Stuart stared at him through the glass without blinking.

The blue eyes that symbolized the noble blood of the royal family shone like jewels, and the long golden hair, which was more beautiful than the sun, curled around his shoulders, reflecting his beautiful face.

If it was an ordinary woman, she would have been fascinated by him long ago, but An Ge looked at him with disgust.

He hates men who are prettier than women, even with himself.

Taking a sip of the red wine, he put down the glass and looked out the window quietly.

Stuhr also put down his wine glass and circled him from behind: "What's wrong with you today?"

His hot breath brushed against the back of his neck, he felt awkward, but he didn't know how to avoid it, so he could only say abruptly: "It's nothing, I'm in a bad mood."

"Because of that Pello guy?"

"No, it has nothing to do with him." Ange tilted his head slightly, "I'm a little homesick."

"Huh?" Stuart was surprised by this answer. "Didn't you tell me that you hated poverty and that damned place?"

"I hate it." An Ge replied without thinking, "But I still think about it."

Like the prostitute Ang, he was born in a slum.

The place full of garbage and discarded plastic, full of mud and dirty sewage.

He lives with rats and industrial waste all day long, fights with stronger people to fill his stomach every day, and sometimes fights until his head is bloody just to grab a piece of candy in that person's pocket.

Not for himself, but for Anxiu—his younger brother and his only relative.

build……

Before his eyes, there seemed to be a young boy's clean face with a little childishness, and beads of sweat emerged from the neatly trimmed sideburns.

He sat in the sun, strummed a guitar he picked up from the trash, and sang in low tones along with it.

At this moment, his musical talent is recklessly brilliant, like a rainbow shining through the sun, no one can resist its beauty...

Xiu should not belong here.

His transparency and clarity are so incompatible with this gloomy and misty slum.

Xiu can't stay here forever!

Ange's thoughts drifted a little, his dark eyes looked at the buildings flashing past the car window in an uncertain way.

There is his illusory reflection in the dark blue glass.

An extremely beautiful face, slightly parted lips, like trembling delicate petals, the hot air exhaled, with the fragrance of roses, printed a light mist on the glass.

Behind him, Stuhr had already reached the limit of his patience.

Holding the boy's body even tighter, Stuhr pulled his chin, greedily inhaling the fragrance from his lips.

"You cute little guy, I can't see through you anymore..." He kissed his lips and sucked it hard.

His fingers couldn't help but began to touch his immature skin. The slippery feeling that seemed to be sucked into him made him unable to stop.

Ange was easily pushed down on the sofa, and the long black hair of the young man was slowly scattered on the soft velvet bedding. He looked at him quietly, his dark pupils were so dark that he couldn't help but want to look deeper. Deeper.

"Baby, you are so beautiful..." He sincerely admired, and his breath entangled the youth's porcelain-white skin.

Like a doll whose soul has been taken away, his expression is extremely hollow, as if the sun is shining through the car window, breaking into his beautiful eyes, flickering a little bit, with a slight tingling feeling.

"Will you give me money?" he said.

The voice reveals the allure of the fragrance of roses.

"Yes, of course!" Stuart kissed his neck eagerly, and lifted his clothes with one hand, "I will give you a lot of money, as long as you like it."

"A lot, a lot...how much?" He gently lowered his eyelashes.

"There are so many that you can't imagine." Stuart smiled evilly, "Have you ever seen a diamond that is bigger than a pebble? Or a night pearl that can shine during the day? You know, these things are priceless , but to me, as long as I can buy a beautiful smile, no matter how much I pay, it's worth it, they... are all hidden in my mansion, if you like, just go and get them..."

The sound was drowned in the lustful kiss, and the confined space filled with the sweet and greasy smell of red wine was fermenting with the gorgeous color of poison.

a lot of money……

If he has a lot of money, Xiu can go to the best music school in the empire.

He can become an excellent court performer, he can enter the upper class, and get rid of poverty forever...

That's right, isn't it for this purpose that he enlisted as a mercenary?

But now, as long as he commits himself to the man in front of him, he can get everything he wants, and maybe he will have a surplus of money to buy a birthday present for Xiu...

As long as it is offered, this body does not belong to him.

Closing his eyes, An Ge's ears were filled with the sound of "boom" when the car was driving.

The soft feathers flooded his cheeks, and he couldn't feel anything, only that the temperature of the sun seemed to have become icy, monotonous white, indifferent and frightening.

At this moment, the car suddenly turned sharply.

The man on top of him was startled, and quickly supported the wine cabinet next to him with his hands.

The sharp friction sound of "呲嘎嘎" was mixed with the instant gunfire, and the bullets of "Bang Bang" rained down on the blue bulletproof window in an instant, and the protruding bullet marks were like ugly scars, hideous. It was reflected in Ange's eyes.

3. Royal Mansion

As if waking up from a nightmare in an instant, he pushed Stuer away and sat up on the sofa.

At this moment, the man was already scared into a ball, hiding his head in the back corner of the door.

"Damn! Damn raider!" Trembling all over, he watched Ange stand up from his seat and walk to the car door alone.

"No, baby!" Stuart yelled, "Don't stand there, it's dangerous!"

A bullet pierced the glass and grazed Ang's shoulder.

Stewart yelled and covered his ears hard.

"Is there a gun?" Anger turned his head slightly.

The boy who was shrouded in unreal by the light and the sound of gunshots was as pale as a wisp of thin mist.

"What... what?"

Prince Moran Leeds, who was glamorous on any occasion, looked like a moldy mouse at this moment, hiding in the dark, looking at Ange in horror.

"Gun..." Looking at him quietly, the young man's eyes were like pools of deep black water, "I need a gun."

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The cold silver gun body is engraved with vain roses like its owner.

Apart from the gorgeous superficial appearance, its essence is just a small-scale killing weapon.

Ange weighed the weight of the gun, pressed his slender fingers on the trigger, and pointed at Stuhr coldly.

The man yelled in fright: "Baby...baby, what are you going to do?"

The black gun muzzle pointed at him suddenly moved to the window, and in an instant, a bullet was shot through the glass hole that had just been shot through, and the assailant who was hiding not far from the vehicle body let out a sharp wail.

"what!"

There was blood splattered on the glass, and the sunlight was painted a bright red.

Stuart looked at Ange dumbfounded.

"Be careful!" Ange suddenly pulled Stuer to the ground.

The man pressed against him, the bullet grazed his scalp, and the cut air impacted his eardrums.

He looked at An Ge under him in horror, and the blood was flowing backwards all over his body.

"Don't be afraid." Ange pressed his head and protected him by his side, "I will protect you."

The warm fragrance from the boy's body seemed to be the most effective sedative, buried in his arms, all kinds of fears gradually calmed down, slowly melting into a strong sense of attachment.

"Ange..." Stuart hugged him tightly, "It's nice to have you by my side..."

Anger was not in the mood to pay attention to Stewar's words. He loaded the bullet and aimed at the shadow close to the car body.

The assailant, who was unsteady on his feet, fell heavily on the glass, staring at the boy in the car with a magnified dull face.

Finally, a large number of guard vehicles approached here, and amidst the siren of "Woo la blah", countless figures fled in all directions.

The gunshots became more chaotic, the noise of cars being forced to start intertwined, someone was screaming, and then something exploded.

The back seat of the caravan sealed in another world is as quiet as death.

An Ge struggled to help Prince Moran Leeds, who had been softened into a pool of mud, onto the sofa.

The front and rear intercoms were turned on, and the anxious faces of the guards appeared on the screen.

"Your Highness, are you alright, Your Highness?"

His Royal Highness Moran Liz said weakly: "I...I am fine."

"The riot has been ruled out, the car repair function is starting, we can leave this place soon." The guard saluted the screen, "Please rest assured, Your Highness."

Stuart didn't want to say a word, he leaned on Ange, buried his pale face on the boy's shoulder.

Ange raised his hand to touch his long golden hair, and his eyes fell on the guard's face on the screen.

The guard looked at him with wide eyes. Even though he tried his best to hide his flustered expression, the astonishment in his eyes was clearly reflected in An Ge's dark pupils.

He picked up the remote control beside him and turned off the screen with a "snap".

Stuart in his arms was like a lifeless kitten, rubbing his nose against his shoulder tremblingly, and occasionally exhaled delicately.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

As if crying.

What a coward.

Holding a pistol, he aimed at the chain on his feet, and there were two crisp "pops", which made Stuer bounce off the sofa in fright, and hid in the corner in horror.

"Don't worry." Ange dropped the pistols and handed him the handle.

Stewart took the pistol carefully, his blue eyes gleaming pitifully.

It's completely different from just now.

Ange thought to himself, leaning over and tearing off the chain that was buckled around his ankle.

"I hate this thing," he said to Stewart, throwing the chain aside casually. "I just want to take it off."

"I'll tell Ling Bai." Stuart echoed weakly.

"What?" Angie was puzzled.

"I will tell your boss that you are not allowed to be shackled by your feet in the future, otherwise..." His beautiful eyes rolled, "Otherwise I will order the army to demolish Hua Xiao's building."

"Ha!" Angus laughed.

The young man's eyes were full of charm, and he hit Stuer's heart softly.

He looked at him blankly: "You laughed..."

An Ge bent his lips and did not speak.

"You finally laughed." Stuhr immediately stuck to it, and fell unconscious when the pistol fell to the ground, "You look so pretty when you smile, hey, Ange..."

He wrapped his arms around his shoulders and moved closer to him obsessively.

"I hate sleeping with cowards." Ange said indifferently.

A basin of cold water was poured on Stuer's head, and he looked at him with some annoyance.

"Don't forget, I was the one who saved you just now." His face was expressionless.

Like a deflated ball, Situ Er sat aside resentfully.

As the car moved, the glass pierced by the bullet seeped into the cold wind.

The prince shuddered, but saw the thinly dressed