desire reconciliation

It seemed like everything was back to the way it was before, and Uriah's indecency was back.

Uriah smiled and asked, the voice was not too loud, just enough for the two of them to hear: "So when will His Royal Highness pay off the romantic debt owed back then?"

Lancelot gave him a contemptuous look: "Don't you want to repay your life-saving grace? Why are you saying that I owe you."

"Everything has to be logical, isn't that what you said?"

"I'm right, but I don't think saving people is a romantic debt."

As if he had already prepared a draft in his heart, Uriah's fallacies followed one after another: "Food will go bad if left for a long time, and feelings will go bad if left for a long time. The blame is still to blame for taking so long to show up. Otherwise, my feeling of wanting to repay my favor would not be what it is now."

Lancelot raised his eyebrows when he heard the word "deteriorated", and asked, "What is it like now?"

"That's it." Uriah said calmly and gently pushed forward.

Lancelot was trapped by him in the small space of the experimental cabin. This movement was not large, but it was enough for him to feel what Uriah meant.

This person really doesn't care about the occasion or the location, and he can do this kind of thing anytime, anywhere.

Lancelot had nowhere to retreat, so he had to be pushed against by a hard object: "...go out and turn right, the Ethnographic Research Laboratory welcomes rare experimental subjects that can go into heat at any time."

Uriah smiled a little nastyly: "Then do you think what I said is logical?"

"It's really logical, I almost believe what I said."

"Right, so you still have to pay the debt."

Lancelot:  …

"There's a fart logic!" Lancelot was furious, twisting his body and trying to escape.

Uriah pulled the man back, put his hands up, and trapped the man in it. Although he was only half the head of Lancelot, he felt quite condescending. He smiled without saying a word, just looking at being trapped by himself people.

"What are you laughing at?" Lancelot looked up at him.

"I didn't laugh at anything, it's just that I haven't seen you quarreling with me for a long time."

Lancelot was already blushing up to his ears.

"Go out later." Uriah pleaded.

"What? Are you afraid that people will see the dignified Marshal of the Empire in public heat?"

"You sure don't want to see me being surrounded by people, do you?" Uriah continued to wrap his hands around the broken hair around his ears.

"Know

Daohui couldn't bear it. ", Lancelot said in his heart that this man really cannot be beaten, nor can he be scolded.

Uriah leaned forward and said, "Then it's your fault too."

"Aren't you finished today?" Lancelot said before going out.

Uriah said rascally: "If you go out now, I will go out too."

Lancelot rolled his eyes downward: "Is that how you are now? Are you going to go out?"

Uriah stood up straight and puffed up his chest: "It's just me, as it is now, if you go out, I will go out too!"

Lancelot: "Then you will definitely be the star net headline."

Uriah: "There must be you too."

Lancelot: "Why?"

Uriah also looked down: "Because I'm going to yell that it's because of you."

Lancelot held his forehead, he was really not afraid of wearing shoes with bare feet, and he was grabbed by someone before he stepped out of the experimental cabin.

"...you...don't really want to go out, do you?"

Lancelot was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly smiled a bit nastyly: "Yeah, isn't it a pity that I am the only one who sees such an interesting Marshal?"

Uriah tugged on his sleeve and shook it: "I... I don't want to show them."

Lancelot suppressed a smile and stepped out of the experimental cabin.

Uriah poked his head out from inside, and was then pushed back by Lancelot.

It's a bit cramped for two people to squeeze into an experimental cabin, especially when the door of the experimental cabin is closed by Lancelot.

The experimental cabin was completely isolated from the outside world, and no one knew what happened in the experimental cabin that day.

I don't know how long it has passed, and the staff on duty don't know how many times they have changed.

Finally, the door of the experimental cabin opened, and Uriah stepped out of the experimental cabin, feeling refreshed.

Looking back at Lancelot, he stood there as if thinking about something.

"What's wrong?" Uriah turned to him and asked.

Lancelot asked, "Are you all right?"

Afterwards, all the onlookers beside the experimental cabin gasped. They had heard some terrible news, and they wouldn't live until tomorrow if they knew too much.

Lonely and widowed in an experimental cabin, they were hugging each other one second, and closed the door a second later so that no one could see them. The extremely strong beating biosignals recorded on the screen are still vivid in my mind. I believe they didn't post anything in it

Raw.

These researchers all know the real gender of the prince. Uriah, as the male god of the empire, is definitely Alpha, so the prince's question is very meaningful.

Uriah's face froze for a moment, this is really not afraid of misunderstanding.

Only then did Lancelot realize the weirdness of the atmosphere, and realized that what he said just now seemed to be somewhat ambiguous, and the time and place where he appeared were rather subtle.

He added: "I mean, didn't you lose control of your mental power before, how do you feel now?"

"I just remembered to ask this now?" Uriah raised his eyebrows.

Lancelot was a little embarrassed. He couldn't say that he was too excited to see Uriah and forgot to ask.

Uriah put his hands in his pockets, a little casually: "It's a coincidence, I broke through my mental power again a few days ago."

"Your mental strength is now 3S?" Lancelot was taken aback when he heard this.

Uriah nodded: "The 3S-level breakthrough period seems to be different from the ordinary breakthrough period. No one in the empire has seen me being arrested when I don't recognize people in the breakthrough period."

"That's really congratulations."

Uriah noticed that the person in front of him seemed to be a little depressed: "Why do you feel unhappy?"

"No."

"So it's because of me that you agreed to the old emperor's experiment?" Uriador took a step in front of Lancelot.

Lancelot didn't know whether he guessed or someone told him: "It's part of the reason."

"do you have anything else?"

Lancelot shook his head, he unconsciously looked away.

"Did you know you're a good liar, little liar."

Lancelot called "Little Liar": "I can fool my father."

"So you think you can fool me too?" He took another step closer to Lancelot, who seemed to be angry with him and did not avoid it.

"If you don't tell me, I'll kiss you in front of them."

Hearing him laughing, Lancelot knew that he was teasing him again, and stretched out his hand to push the man away, but he didn't expect that this time the man would not give him the chance to fight back, and his hands just touched the other's body He was caught and couldn't move.

Uriah's gaze stayed on Lancelot's face, even if the coat on him fell to the ground, he did not let him go.

Lancelot's attempt to break free only to find

To no avail, it was usually Uriah who allowed him to act unscrupulously, forgetting that the beast in front of him was also a beast that only bared its fangs, but was just as docile as a big cat in front of him.

If he really did fight, he would not be Uriah's opponent at all.

It took a long time for Lancelot to speak: "I was finally at the same level as you, but now you are better than me."

He buried his head before he finished speaking.

"Just because of this?"

Lancelot still lowered his head, and the air was quiet for a few seconds, then he heard the sound of chuckling, and raised his head to meet the smiling black eyes.

"Don't laugh!" Lancelot was ashamed and angry.

"Okay, don't laugh, don't laugh."

In just a few words, the staff in the laboratory had already left in sevens and eighties.

Lancelot's hands were still held by Uriah, and after several tosses, the coat he was wearing slipped to his feet.

Uriah let go of the man, took a step back with his left foot and squatted down, landed on one knee, and reached out to pick up the jacket that had fallen on the ground.

He didn't stand up in a hurry, just knelt on one knee, holding the coat in both hands and handing it to Lancelot.

The red color on Lancelot's ears hadn't faded yet, and he was a little confused by the scene in front of him. He looked around, and there were only the two of them left in the laboratory.

"What are you doing?" Lancelot thought he was weird.

Uriah ignored him and continued, "You don't need to look up at me, as long as you want me to kneel for you at any time."

At this time, Uriah looked like a loyal believer, offering the most holy treasures to the gods, pious and simple.

Lancelot was a little confused by his sudden words.

Seeing that Lancelot hadn't accepted the coat he handed over for a long time, Uriah stood up and patted the dust off the coat, then put the clothes on Lancelot, and at the same time attached it to his ear: " Or, I can also be the sharpest sword in your hand."

Lancelot finally reacted and turned his head: "You want me to inherit the throne?"

It's more of a statement than a question.

Uriah lowered his head and narrowed his eyes, with a slight smile on his lips, straightening the folds of his clothes without saying a word.

Lancelot looked down at his hand: "If I say that I want to inherit the throne because of you, do you believe it?"

He feels the hand that straightens his clothes

After a slight pause, he looked up and saw Uriah's black pupils.

At the same time, cedar-flavored pheromones swept over, as if dark clouds swept the waves and rose to tens of thousands of meters in the air, and then turned up a monstrous desire.

That was the first time Lancelot saw Uriah's expression like this, dangerous, wanton, full of desire without a little restraint, as if he could swallow him alive in the next second, and pull him into the endless sex among.

Uriah's feelings towards him have always been restrained and restrained. Even though he clearly felt the appeal from the depths of his soul, the man in front of him still maintains a graceful demeanor, dignified like a gentleman, and elegant like a gentleman. .

Even though Uriah didn't say or do anything, Lancelot seemed to see this from the bottom of his eyes.

"Then do you still want the throne now?" He only listened to a sentence from his mouth.

He said these words calmly, as if the throne is not a star in the sky, as far away as the moon in the clouds, from his mouth, it seems that the throne is already in his pocket, like asking a child what he wants Don't want to eat sugar as usual, it's within your reach.

Before meeting Uriah, Lancelot had been working hard to prove himself by being able to become the emperor with his own ability. After confirming his feelings for him, he naively felt that as long as he stayed away from power disputes, he would be able to You can stay with the one you love forever.

But when bad luck came, he found that his ability was so fragile and vulnerable.

He needs ability, power and enough strength to be able to protect what he wants to protect.

Even now that Uriah is back to him intact, they can go to a remote planet together to get away from the troubles of the world, but that is just an escape. The real freedom is to have the freedom that transcends all restrictions and constraints. "free".

Lancelot didn't answer his question directly, but instead asked, "Do you know what my name means?"

Uriah: "Lancelot?"

Lancelot nodded.

Uriah thought for a while, "Is there any meaning to this name?"

"Don't you know the cultures of the ancient Earth era?" Lancelot asked himself without waiting for his answer, "It means 'knight', which means guarding and protecting."

Hearing this, Uriah also understood that he was answering the question he had just asked. His fingers were on Lancelot's left hand.

Rubbing at the ring finger: "The people of the empire should really be pleased and proud that they will soon have a wise monarch like you who cares about the people of the world."

Lancelot imitated Uriah and leaned closer to his ear: "The main reason is that you are included in the world."