prince and his shield

Steve couldn't sleep and turned over in bed.

It's not that he couldn't fall asleep because there was another person in the family who disturbed him, but because the other person in the family really didn't disturb him at all and couldn't sleep.

Thinking of the reason why he couldn't sleep, Steve looked at his beige ceiling, his face was completely blank for a few seconds.

Feeling pale.

Sitting up, his feet landed on the ground beside the bed, his hands propped by his side, and he surrendered.

He lifted the quilt and dusted it a few times.Touching the quilt that still had residual heat, he grabbed the corners of the quilt, his face full of hesitation.Throwing aside the quilt, he walked barefoot to the closet, opened it, buried it in and looked through it.

I took out a new quilt from the bottom of the cabinet, lowered my head and smelled it, and found it smelled damp and musty.

After squatting for a while, he stuffed the new quilt back and closed the closet door.

He got up and stared at his bed for a while, not knowing what he was doing for a while.

Shaking his head, he opened the door, opened a crack first, and looked outside.

The curtains are only drawn with light-colored yarn inside, not heavy curtains, so the light from outside can come in a little bit, intertwining brightly and darkly in the living room.

Royston lay on the couch and could only see the tops of his hair not covered by the blankets.

Fingers unconsciously tapped twice on the door, and Steve watched for a while.

He closed his eyes, opened the door, and let out a shallow breath.

He moved as lightly as a cat, and stood on the edge of the sofa.

The sofa in his home didn't take into account the overnight guests, and it couldn't be opened into a sofa bed.On the narrow surface, if you turn over, you will be squeezed and squeezed, and there is a danger of falling and hitting the coffee table.

Steve sighed silently, leaned over, held the head covered in the blanket with his hand, moved it to his forearm, put his hand through the crooked leg, and hugged it without much effort.

The blanket slides away from the person, revealing the face.

Steve bypassed the coffee table and walked towards the bedroom. Halfway, his resolutely avoiding eyes still glanced down inadvertently.

The light outside the window could only illuminate half of his face, which was pale and miserable, with red lips and black eyelashes.

White, red, black, the most classic colors, and ambiguous light and shadow.

The Adam's apple rolled, and Steve's eyes darkened for a few seconds.From the past, he always wanted to draw a picture. At first, he was too afraid to be seen.

After that is too busy, no time.

After that, I can't draw anymore.

At this moment, he popped up this idea again.should not.

Averting his eyes, he approached the bedroom, gently placed the person in the middle of the bed, pulled the quilt that Yu Wen had loosened a lot and put it on the person.

The person who put it down moved, just like before, buried his face in the quilt, and rubbed against it.

Steve paused for a moment when he tucked the corner of the quilt for him, and felt a strange feeling that the quilt that was still rubbing against his neck just now was covering another person's face.

Without further adjusting his posture, Steve draws his hand back and rubs his fingers to clear the mess from his mind.

When he turned around and passed the door, he thought of the temperature he felt just now, and raised the temperature in the room by a few degrees.

Before closing the door, he took one last look at the person on the bed, and his thoughts gradually became complicated.

After closing the door, he sighed, picked up the blanket that fell halfway and put it on his body.After a while, he threw it away like a hot hand, and after a while, wanting to prove that it was absolutely nothing, he picked up the blanket again, covered his stomach, and lay down on the sofa.

He put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling.

After watching for a while, I finally felt sleepy.

Counting his breaths, he slowly passed out.

In his sleep, his arm was grabbed by something, and then something was stuffed in his arms.

He struggled a bit, but couldn't wake up, and continued to sleep.

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Royston turned over and wrapped the quilt dragged off the bed around the two of them, but most of it still fell to the ground.He lifted that arm, squeezed himself, and hid himself inside.

After resting on his arm for a while, he couldn't hold back, and pinched the elastic muscle with his fingers.

After pinching for a while, he clicked twice.

He buried his face into the man's neck, crossed his legs, and hugged him tightly like an octopus.

After being quiet for a while, he rubbed his pectoralis major again like ADHD, and then reached out to pick the gap between his abdominal muscles.

After digging in the quilt with his hands for a while, he narrowed his eyes, buried his head, and pulled up the man's home clothes, poked his fingertips on those muscle blocks, and moaned a few times.

Can't tell if I like it or just admire it.

Smacking his lips, he obediently put his hands back around his waist without moving.

But after a while, the fingers couldn't help picking at his shoulder blades and the muscles on his back.

Knowing that he couldn't fall asleep, he simply rubbed up, put his hands on his head and looked at the person he had hypnotized.

When sketching portraits, pay attention to the proportion of three courtyards and five eyes.If there is a slight deviation in the ratio between these, another person will appear on the paper.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't feel right.

Why didn't I ever realize this problem?

He touched the face with his fingers, between the eyebrows, from the end of the eyebrows to the hairline, between the eyebrows and the tip of the forehead, on the bridge of the nose, between the tip of the nose and the upper lip, between the lower lip and the chin, from the side of the cheekbone to the ear hole They made gestures a few times.

His eyes became blurred, and he showed an expression that was sadder than laughing, but happier than crying.

The palm was slowly attached to his cheek, feeling the scorching temperature, he blinked, crying loudly without tears.

His eyes were so red that they were about to drip, and his mouth was deflated. He lowered his head and kissed the mouth that was just thick enough, and bit it.

He cursed vaguely, you bastard.

After biting, kissed him again, and rubbed his lips with teeth marks.

He looked at it for a long time, until the sky was dim.

Looking at the time, he pursed his lips.

The eyeballs rolled around, knowing that people would not wake up, but still like a thief, he quietly buried himself in the quilt.

The quilt was bulging around the waist and abdomen, and everything was rustling.

"Hey..." cursed in a low voice, unable to tell whether it was frightened or liked.

Royston got out of the quilt, his hair was messed up, and his eyes were watery.

After struggling for a while, he showed a complicated expression, which seemed nervous and scared.After nibbling on his fingers for a while, he stared blankly at the face shrouded in dim light in front of him, and at a certain moment, he suddenly covered his face with both hands.

Silently cursing a long string of fucks from his mouth, rolling wildly, and finally slapped himself on the face, sober.

His face was flushed by the slap, he was honest, closed his eyes, rolled into the person's arms, and fell asleep in the blink of an eye.

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He had countless dreams all night, and couldn't wake up after several struggles. Steve, who had a restless sleep, opened his eyes under the action of the biological clock, and his mind was still dull.

Hot and crowded.

After moving, he opened his mouth, feeling that he was short of water.I was so dry and hot that I had to drink water.

His arm moved, and he froze.He turned his head sharply to look into his arms.

Royston rubbed against his arms, arched a few times, pressed against him, raised his head, and kissed him on the mouth: "Good morning~"

Steve...

Royston blinked his eyes with a pure face: "Did you sleep well?"

Steve's Adam's apple rolled, his mind went blank.

Royston twitched his eyebrows, moved his eyes down, and looked at his thighs on him through the quilt, and hummed: "It should be fine. You are very energetic——"

'boom--'

Royston was pushed and fell to the ground, knocking the coffee table out with his back, making a muffled sound.

Before he could react, the person who was lying just now jumped out with his hands on the back of the sofa, and disappeared into the bathroom in a second, and slammed the door with overwhelming air.

He slowly puffed up his cheeks, holding back.

'click--'

The violently treated door made a strange sound, and when it fell down, someone grabbed it in, and then 'bang', the entire door frame was completely scrapped, and a network of cracks spread out from the wall.

Royston couldn't hold back, and began to make the sound of air leaking.

After a short breath, he clenched his fists and started pounding the ground frantically.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

Through the door panel, Steve grabbed the handle and supported the door that was about to fall, his face flushed.

The red became deeper and deeper with the laughter outside the door, until it was so deep that it looked like it was going to explode immediately.

"My God—" Royston laughed convulsively, rolling on the ground.

Steve was desperate.Still a little bit wronged.

Now he doesn't know what to do with this door, let alone the little bastard who smiles like a dying night owl across the door.

Royston let out a pig cry with a laugh, covered his mouth, and barely covered his image.He hiccupped twice and was a little tired from laughing.He got up, leaned on the sofa, and sniffed.

The smile became shallower, but the curvature of the corners of the lips remained there.

After being quiet for a while, Royston rubbed his face, stood up, and walked to the door of the bathroom.

He raised his hand to hold the door.

"I'm holding the door, you can choose to let go. Solve everything that needs to be solved, come out honestly, and pretend that nothing happened just now." Royston cleared his throat, "You can also choose, the two of us Today, across this door, we will meet for a whole day."

"..."

Rose Eaton turned his head to look at the clock, then leaned his back against the door, leaned against the door, and stared at the clock: "You have ten seconds to decide. 10, 9, 8..."

Steve's face twitches, his mouth opens and closes.He slowly let go of the doorknob, closed his eyes, with despair written all over his face.

With a heavy back on his back, Rose Eaton straightened his legs and laughed.

Steve walked away from the door, looked at his hands, and whispered, "Jesus..."

"I personally suggest that you don't pronounce this name when you solve the matter. I will be jealous." Royston said seriously.

Steve slipped and almost knocked his head against the wall.

"I don't need—" he gritted his teeth.

Ross Eaton snorted.

Steve turned on the cold water slightly violently, and the water began to rush.

Ross Eaton heard the sound of water inside, hesitated for a moment, and said sincerely: "Cold water is not good for your health. Do you need help?"

Steve finally couldn't hold back, and shouted in a low voice: "Don't worry about it!"

Royston smacked his lips.If you want me to take care of it in the future, I don’t care.

Tsk.I also know that the workload is huge.

The cold shower had cooled his mind, and Steve moved the door with a chill in his body, and Royston fell back like a boneless one. Steve reached out and grabbed his collar, frowning: "You didn't like it last night. What did I do??"

Why can't he wake up?

Ross Eaton looked funny with his head in his collar.

"I want you to sleep more soundly." Royston said honestly.

Steve pursed his lips: "Don't do this."

"Oh." Royston was very obedient.

Steve had a headache: "Bowen, don't continue. I said, we can't."

Royston blinked and looked at him: "I don't like it when you say that."

"Then you'll hear it countless times in the future." Steve straightened him up.

Royston narrowed his eyes: "Oh? You're so sure."

"I'm sure." Steve said annoyed.

Royston looked at him.

Stared at by his red eyes, Steve felt a sense of guilt from somewhere, his Adam's apple rolled down, and he took the lead to look away.

He squeezed the towel in his hand and rubbed his swollen forehead: "I'll take you back later."

Royston snorted softly, turned and left: "I'm hungry. I need breakfast."

Steve... "I'll buy it for you on the way."

"No. I want to eat what you made."

"...I don't cook well."

"I like to eat."

"I don't want to do it for you."

"Then I'll be hungry."

"...Then you are hungry!"

In the end, Ross Eaton still ate it.A washed cucumber, two boiled eggs, and a glass of milk.

Steve put the deliberately shoddy breakfast in front of him: "Eat it. I washed the cucumbers, I put the eggs in the water, and I poured the milk. I made them all."

Every word, forcing Royston to surrender.He doesn't eat vegetables, let alone eggs, and he doesn't drink milk.

Royston looked at the things in front of him, and then at him, with a delicate expression.

"what?"

"Thankfully I've known you long enough." Royston shook his head.

"What?" Steve frowned.

Rose Eaton picked up the cucumber slowly, and slowly bit into it.Squeeze boiled eggs with one hand, and serve milk with the other.

The milky white, slightly steaming liquid slowly approached his mouth.

Steve snapped the cucumber out of his mouth, grabbed the egg, and stormed into the kitchen.

Rose Eaton chewed a small piece of cucumber in his mouth, and listened to the sound of chopping things and the sound of fire in the kitchen, and the old god took a sip of milk on the ground.

Drink a circle of milk mustache.

Steve came out with a dark face carrying a plate, cut into triangles of fried bread, sandwiched sliced ​​cucumber and boiled eggs, added salad dressing, tomatoes and vegetable leaves.

Rose Eaton turned to face him, and licked the milk mustache around his mouth.

"Steve, you are so kind~"

Steve...

The author has something to say: Ross Eaton: I don't know the blessings in the blessings, and I am stupid.

Steve:  …

Author: Silly +1

Steve: ... [speechless]

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感谢在2020-01-0523:13:06~2020-01-0817:56:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: No two are under my body; 2; Yinghua 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!