prince and his shield

"Officer, is there any reward for my honesty?" "Speak up!"

"Okay, okay——then I told the truth, you can't kill me."

"I want to sleep with you."

"Ok?"

The ambiguous music is mixed with dumb sentences, with unclear boundaries and no distinction between facts.

Steve is looking up the news of the Stark Group, and what happened between Shun Tony and Iron Man.Hearing the sound, he jumped up from the bed and rushed out of the bedroom to find the phone.

He looked at it and it said 'sleeping with baby? 'The alarm went off, and the blood surged.

A feeling of being so aggrieved that he had nowhere to vent swept through his mind, and in an instant, people who had just been expelled from his mind came back in an overwhelming number.

Steve held his forehead in frustration and pressed his phone a few times.After seeing that the alarm clock APP actually set up a device lock, his expression collapsed.

Tried 1234 and 0314 without success.Steve took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

Why do mobile phones have so many messy functions now?

Sooner or later, he will be played by Royston to a nervous breakdown.

He rubbed his teeth and made a phone call.

"Hey, do you want to sleep with your little one?" The phone rang and connected.

"...What's the password for the device lock?" Steve felt a little humbled.

"Hmm—you can't figure it out?" Royston grunted, desperately needing a beating.

"Say." Steve gritted his teeth.

"It's a number you are very familiar with." Royston said mysteriously.

"...Royston—" Steve drawled.

"You can choose to change your mobile phone. I can even give you one." Royston smiled.

"This isn't as much fun as you think." Steve chokes.

"Really? But I think it's quite interesting." Royston didn't care. "It helps to deepen our mutual understanding."

"Did no one ever tell you that pursuits like this are counterproductive?" Steve changed his perspective.

"is it?"

"Yes."

"So, you hate me?"

Steve was silent.

"To hate or not to hate?" Rose Eaton urged.

Steve...

"So you don't hate it?" Royston said triumphantly.

"Roy," Steve sighed, "password."

"You know."

"I have no idea!"

"Guess."

"...I'm starting to get impatient."

"I thought you were getting impatient."

Steve pursed his lips.

"According to this trend, I seem to be able to see you appearing in front of me tomorrow~" Royston excitedly.

Steve choked a little.

"Then, good night~" After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

Steve glanced at his phone in disbelief, then called again.

was hung up.After three times, he was blocked.

Was pulled, hacked, locked up.

Steve put away his phone and went to the bathroom to wash his face in cold water, trying to wake himself up from this horrible dream.

He closed his eyes, poured water on his face, and then looked up in the mirror. He saw his distorted expression of aggrieved and helpless, angry and funny.

He took the towel next to him and wiped his face, he couldn't help laughing: "Oh..."

childish ghost.

It's annoying, but it's kind of fun.

Throwing away the towel, he took a brief shower and went to bed.

No matter what it is, get up tomorrow morning and deal with it one by one.

Not sure if he was really cursed, Steve had a dream about Bowen.No, it could be Roy too.

He couldn't see clearly, so he had to observe for a while.

Although he didn't see the sign, he subconsciously thought that it must be the fried chicken shop they went to today.

Sitting face to face with him, talking about something.Across the store window, there is a huge billboard outside.

The smiling fat uncle brought them two servings of fried chicken.

Roy said something and smiled to himself.But he seems very angry.

Not the kind that is really angry, more like dissatisfied, feeling that it didn't get the desired effect.

Steve tried to get closer, but couldn't get any closer.

I couldn't even hear what I was saying to him.

Roy seemed very angry. He dropped the fried chicken, and kept opening and closing his mouth.

Steve thinks he can vaguely guess what he's talking about.

It must be saying that fried chicken is unhealthy and cannot be eaten.He will also mutter something, God loves all life, simple and funny words.

Hearing those words made his ears callous.

He obviously looks young, but what he says and does always reminds him of an elderly pastor in the church.

Probably I don't like the rare indulgence, someone is muttering beside me all the time, I took the fried chicken, and stuffed it into his mouth when I saw the right opportunity.

Then the man jumped up and made a lot of noise.

The shop owner was taken aback.

Steve could only watch from a distance as if he was separated from the wall.He laughed as he watched, then pinched his nose embarrassingly.

Roy was more personable and alive than usual when he was out of temper.

Steve turned his head to look at the culprit and watched him jump, and said something, which made his popularity jump even higher.

He covered his eyes, why didn't he remember being so naive.

Although Xiaozui kept babbling, he finally ate it.It tastes delicious and cute.

Steve watched with satisfaction.

Then he saw 'myself' reach out and wipe the crumbs around his mouth, then looked around like a thief, leaned over and kissed him.

Successfully got a red-hot Roy.

Steve...

Case solved.Definitely a dream.

My heart is a little sour, with mixed flavors.

In my dream, I lived a very comfortable life.

Steve clicked his tongue, inexplicably envious and jealous.After a while, Roy looked up.Black and clean, like glass beads, the eyes that cannot hide any thoughts and emotions are slowly turning red, like rabbits.

But full of cunning and evil.

He froze, shuddered in his heart, and woke up in shock.

Staring at the ceiling, he blinked a few times.

Everything in the dream should have been elongated, distant, and blurred after waking up.

But when he woke up, he felt that the dream became clearer than reality.

He seemed to be able to taste that special sweet and sour sauce...and the tender warmth that he couldn't describe at all.

The more I recall, the more difficult it is to accept.

Damn it, he wouldn't confuse today's incident with the person opposite him as the same person.

Steve closed his eyes, covered his face, and rubbed himself hard, trying to wake himself up.

what happened!Rogers what the hell is going on with you!

Brain was buzzing, and Steve, who was very self-blaming for his shamelessness and subconscious empathy, turned blue.

After the dream, he never fell asleep again, but stared until dawn.

The frantic rolling thoughts slowed down slowly, and he finally calmed down a little.

no problem, no problem.

After all, they look too much alike. I was stimulated a lot yesterday, and it is normal to feel a little bit of an illusion.

Very normal.

"darling~darling~"

Steve's face hardened.

He raised his hand and held down the phone, turning it off.

"darling~darling~"

Steve... Is Bowen a psychic?Yes or no?

It's not a phone, it's an alarm clock.Turning off the phone doesn't stop the alarm from ringing.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he restarted the machine feebly, looking at the alarm, "Don't worry about the little one today~".

Steve suddenly wanted to cry.

He was gone, dead, finished.He was really relieved.

Covering his mouth halfway with trembling hands, he sat in a daze for a while, but couldn't muster the strength to get up.

The feeling on his lips became more and more clear, and he couldn't tell whether it was the feeling he had left in his dream, or the feedback from yesterday's hindsight.

He lifted the quilt, sat on the edge of the bed, and started to be in a daze again.I was hit by a sense of betrayal and a sense of being betrayed at the same time.

The feeling of betrayal is because he feels that he does not cherish Roy as much as he imagined, and he is betrayed because he never imagined that he is actually this kind of... this kind of...

Pooh!Scumbag! !

Steve hunched over and covered his face, breaking down.

"Ding dong—"

Steve patted himself on the face, pulling himself together.He put on a sweater, walked to the door, looked at the peephole, his hand on the handle was frozen.

"Steve—" Ross Eaton glanced into the cat's eyes and patted them.

He felt the smell of unfermented wine rushing towards him through the door, and raised his eyebrows.

Sour taste, mild musty smell, and suppressed thick bouquet.

He took a small sniff and smiled.

"I know you're home—" he called, "Steve~darling~honey~papa—?"

Through a door, Steve wanted to disappear in place.

He rubbed his temples with his hands: "... Luo... No, Bowen - I'm not feeling well today. I need to take a leave of absence."

Royston scratched the cat's eye and looked inside: "What's wrong? I'll take you to see a doctor—"

Steve put his shoulders against the door, resisting stubbornly, as if preventing the big man from trying to break in and invade his little widow: "... nothing, just a little cold and... gastroenteritis."

"Just take a day off."

"Hey, then you have to see a doctor." Ross Eaton continued to knock on the door, "You open the door. Let me see how you are? Don't look at me like this, I am half a barefoot doctor."

He pursed his lips.

"It's like asthma, scarlet fever, congenital weakness, allergies, etc. I have experience in taking care of them." His smile widened slightly.

"...I don't need—" Steve was taken aback, closing his eyes, "Uh... what did you say?"

"What did I say?"

"..." Steve Huo Di was a few steps away from the door, something flashed through his mind.

He took a few steps back, turned and walked towards the storage room.

Slightly pushing aside the second-hand easel stuffed inside, he saw that the cover had been removed, and the large poster that had been placed upside down had been righted upright.

"Oh, God..." he murmured, then walked quickly to the door and opened it.

Royston, who was lying on the door, staggered in and stepped on his foot.

"Yo~ good morning~" Rose Eaton put two fingers together and drew a simple salute by the temple.

Steve pursed his lips, looked away, and slammed the door shut with his arm.

The female neighbor, who was pinning on her cat's eyes, wanted to see through her eyes, and sighed regretfully.

"You know who I am." Steve looked at Royston.

"Hmm." Royston nodded naturally.

"..." Steve, who didn't expect him to admit it so easily, was stuck for a while, "...are you playing with me?"

Royston's grinning expression distorted for a moment: "...What are you playing?"

"..." Steve sensed a hint of danger, and pursed his lips tightly.

"What am I playing?" Rose Eaton threw the breakfast he brought over to the side, and simply stepped on his feet, grabbed his collar, and his face was very close, the rabbit's eyes were cold and piercing, "said clear--"

Steve staggered from being pulled, and fell backwards.But her feet were stepped on, unable to move, and she fell backwards without any support.

Rose Eaton let go of his collar, and quickly jumped to the side.

Steve fell to the floor, hitting the shelf, and the contents wobbled so they wouldn't fall.

Steve looked up at Royston halfway, with a headache.

He seems to have said the wrong thing.

Royston looked down at him, with his hands in his trouser pockets: "What am I playing? Say it again."

Steve took a deep breath... "You..."

Royston kicked over his shoulder and completely collapsed the shelf, and the already precarious thing slammed to the ground.

Steve tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes.He didn't speak until the thing he put on top finally fell to the ground.

OK.It is also a skill that he can mix these two people together.

Steve didn't know why he suddenly became extremely calm at this moment.Calm enough to go to heaven on the spot.

There is even a sense of relief that the doubts have been solved.

After kicking things and seeing the damage he caused, Royston... "I... have zero ability to control my emotions."

Steve got up: "...Yes, I can probably guess."

Royston shrank his shoulders, and his eyes wandered.

"..." Steve rubbed his nose, "Sugar helps boost dopamine. I have... marshmallows here."

"Oh." Rose Eaton walked over the ruins to the living room.

Steve raised his hand to his lips, and looked down at the breakfast that had been shattered.

It should be Chinese rice porridge.It doesn't look cheap.

Bringing a bag of marshmallows to the depressed Ross Eaton, Steve didn't touch the mess for a while.

"So...how much do you know about me?" Steve sat down on the armchair.

"..." Royston wrapped his mouth full of marshmallows and the dead fish looked at him.

"...OK. Let's talk later." Steve was deeply moved, and silently walked around to clean up the mess.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-01-1615:41:42~2020-01-1621:48:45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 of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of X-ray;

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