I'm working on infrastructure in Xihuan

Something has been very wrong with Dave lately.

Visible to the naked eye, even the dullest person can see something wrong at a glance.

This made him almost be regarded as a spy who was bribed by outsiders and harbored ill intentions towards the lord, especially when the guards tried to talk to him at the beginning, his hesitant and hesitant look was like "I have a secret" written on his face superior.

In addition, Dave's background cannot be said to be pure and true. His family belongs to the backbone of the Great Prince's faction, and is attached to the mage family under the banner of the East family. It is said that he was asked by the family to deliver some news or do Nothing else is possible in this world where there is no concept of the individual.

Of course Lucien knew the truth about his abnormal behavior, but the journey was far away and life was boring, so he had to add a little joy to life.

As for whether this happiness is based on the pain of others... The lord does not care about such trivial matters.

In the end, it was Locke who saw how pitiful Dave was. He was speechless after being slapped around by the guards, and his frustrated expression, which was choked up and unable to speak, even awakened his sleeping conscience a little bit, and pulled Lucien's flag. As a bond, make up a reason for Dave to get out.

Although it is a bit strange that the news of being kicked out of the house by the family is only now starting to show symptoms, Dave can only bite the bullet and accept the kind comfort and complaints from his colleagues.

And he has to say, in this current situation, recalling the situation where he gave up his inheritance rights in order to stay in Velvet and was half expelled from the family, Dave really felt very sad and bitter, and he had no fuck to say.

He can't blame anyone except for being blind and stubborn. After all, he is the one who misidentifies the man and woman, and he is the one who cares about himself and loves him deeply. All his actions are done under his own will. No one else. No one forced him to induce him, and even Locke didn't remember much about him—in the words of that beautiful Hall, when he was a mountain guide, he saved eighty or one hundred employers every year. Remembering Dave's face is because of his excellent professionalism, and remembering human faces is a basic skill for mercenaries.

Ugh……

Dave sighed for a long time, and suddenly missed the overwhelming mountain of documents of the county government. He was submerged in work and overtime until he was exhausted, so he didn't have the time to think about these unacceptable facts.

At least to keep him from closing his eyes again, Locke's frank look with his pants off, paired with that dazzing face that has become more refined and beautiful for many years, the huge contrast is like an absurd nightmare .

Dave wrapped himself in the quilt in a cold sweat, haggard as if he had suffered a serious illness, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were black and blue, and he had lost weight after a few days.

How should I put it, the person in the main compartment who claimed to be sick and lay down all the way looked much healthier than him.

This appearance successfully evoked Locke's sense of guilt that had disappeared for 800 years. He walked in lightly, sat by Dave's bed and asked, "Do you feel better?"

……

It wasn't good at all, but it aroused Dave's PTSD even more, causing him to shiver and subconsciously shrink under the quilt, as if he could pretend that he didn't exist.

"Oh, don't be awkward." Locke followed Dave's movement of pulling the quilt, and softly whispered, "I can't blame me for this, I don't know..."

Dave heard Locke grunt twice through the quilt like a cat, and poked him outside the quilt mutteringly, "Okay, okay, I was wrong, who made you so innocent at that time, who didn't know anything?" I dared to run to the Moon Mountains when I knew it, and I didn’t tell you on the spot, it’s all my fault, don’t be angry.”

Anyone who knows a little about the Moon Mountains should know that there has never been a girl from the Hall tribe who would accept the guide business alone. Mostly, three or four people would form a small team and accept some rich and leisure people who came to the Moon Mountains to find excitement. Employment of guests.

And those long-haired, jingle-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang jewelry-looking solo guides of the Hall tribe, there is no doubt that they are all men, and most of them are sub-adults who are younger than going out with the team. , or veterans who want to earn some pocket money during their breaks.

If you bump into such a Hall guide, and unfortunately misidentify his gender, those with a good temper will correct it on the spot and give a common sense instruction, and those with a bad temper like Locke will go along with the flow and intentionally mislead them, and before leaving Steal money from the pockets of stupid employers who don't discriminate between men and women.

But no matter how hard he was to recognize men and women, he would know that he was slaughtered after a few more trips to the Moon Mountains. Locke never thought that there would be such a fool as Dave.

hiss--

Just thinking about Locke felt like something heavy was pressing on him, making his shoulders slump and he couldn't straighten up.

If it's a cat, it probably needs airplane ears now.

Compared with Dave, Locke's life in the past ten years can be described as colorful. The people around him have changed one after another, and he once entered into a partnership with his own race. He almost thought that he would have a home for the rest of his life.

Locke clicked his tongue inwardly, skipping an R-rated scene that he was still a little sick to think about.Locke sincerely wished his ex in his heart that he could find a new partner who could tolerate the lack of parts, after all, that person really valued things like up and down.

At that time, I actually compromised a little bit. Thinking about it, I was really out of my mind.

The emotional output was interrupted by unhappy memories, and Locke was also a little impatient, just like the kind of cat who gets bored with a new toy after a few happy flicks, and simply lay down on Dave's arched quilt ball. Poke side to side and poke there.

"Just tell me what you want from me. I'm not the kind of idiot who doesn't take responsibility. I should be responsible. When did I escape? Everyone in the clan knows that I, Locke, am a responsible man and never run away. of."

He babbled in a low voice, his voice was filtered by the quilt and became blurred and subtle, rustling like whispers close to his ears, even though Dave covered his ears and closed his eyes so that he would not listen or think, he still couldn't control himself from It got in from every corner, making Dave feel that there was something wrong with his body, and there was an itch from the marrow that made him unable to exert himself.

His throat was so itchy that he couldn't breathe under the quilt, and he had to lift the corner of the quilt a little, and the fresh air came in, which made him choke and cough.

So Locke caught him with a snap, quick and hard like a cat catching a bird.

Poor Dave, who was a circle taller than him, was shrunk, panting under the gaze of those golden beast eyes, he didn't dare to breathe loudly, he coughed and tried desperately to hold back his cough, but his eyes were filled with tears and the tip of his nose redness.

It's over.

It could have been a little more imposing.

Dave swallowed, and when he was stared at by Locke, he realized deeply how thick the filter of memory can be, forcibly turning the tiger into a house cat.

"I..." Dave's throat was dry and itchy, and he stared at Locke's face, which was almost unchanged from his memory, and his heart tightened when he raised his eyebrows or curled his lips.

"I thought you belonged to a girl..."

His voice was so low that he was almost talking to himself—Dave didn't dare to recall certain past events, he wasn't sure if he had deliberately ignored those obvious details, and he had always pretended to understand confused.

Whether it is or not, it is very bad.

Locke interrupted him a little impatiently, "Then what do you want from me, how would I know if you don't tell me."

His tone was a bit fierce, but he drew a long and aggrieved ending sound, as if Dave was the one who did the wrong thing.

"I haven't done such a thing with you... people outside." Locke kicked the quilt out, and adjusted his posture to be less rigid, "I don't understand those things, and the lord is a bad person. The guy doesn't tell me anything, what do you want from me, tell me."

He deliberately put on a coquettish tone as his tail, blinked his eyes and looked cute like a cat, Dave felt in a trance that there was a big fluffy tail wrapping around him sweetly and greasy.

What do I want from him?

The question flashed through his mind.

He didn't think about it, he just looked at the young man who was leaning against him, so close that he could touch it with his hand.

He had dreamed of such a scene in a dream, and it seemed to be the same at that time, the sweet aroma that made him drunk.

Locke licked his dry lips, and wanted to say something more.What result did he want to achieve—he didn’t know it himself, he just reacted based on intuition, which was similar to chopping off his ex’s extra organs with a single knife, or burning down that disgusting house with a single fire nature.

He just "wanted" to do it.

That's it.

However, there is a high probability that there will be no follow-up. Not everyone can be as sensual as the lord, and still have sex with a heterosexual homosexual. Putting myself into Dave's position, Locke thinks I will want to tear the other party up even more.

He admitted that his operation also had the purpose of deliberately misleading Dave's thinking. Dave has good abilities and is a promising star in the county government. It would be troublesome to be hated by such a person, so he had to seize the opportunity to distort the facts , to avoid the worst possible outcome.

For a moment when Locke was distracted, Dave finally responded.

Just like he did in the dream, no need to think about the reaction of the heart already pounding with joy.

He finally touched that moonlight-like beautiful long hair, and kissed that sweet and soft lips.

Everything was the same as in his dream, and his decadent bitterness and unspeakable regrets for several days were burned to death.

Dave thought he must be crazy.

Otherwise, how could he feel that the absurd things now are thousands of times more beautiful than all the fantasies he had ever had, so beautiful that he wished he could die today.

……

Lucien stood at the door expressionlessly, and withdrew his hand that was about to knock on the door.

Two seconds later, he raised his hand again and slammed it firmly on the door.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

I can't sleep my pretty Hall, and neither can you.