prince and his shield

Royston squatted on the chair, still wrapped in the blanket just now, and stabbed the vegetables on the plate with a plastic fork.

"Aren't you nostalgic?" Royston mumbled, chewing what was in his mouth.

"Correct."

"Then why are you here?" He pouted his head and concentrated on fiddled with the dishes on his plate.

Steve raised his eyes: "Aren't you old?"

"Haha." Royston didn't know what the answer he wanted, so it should be quite perfunctory.

"I'll know what the password is." Steve withdrew his gaze.

Royston paused in the act of torturing the food, and looked up across the table.

"Don't worry," Steve added.

"...I'm worried ass." Royston poohed.

Steve stopped the fork and stared at him oddly.It's like looking at a book I'm familiar with, and I'm so familiar with it that I'm used to it.But under a certain opportunity, I discovered that reading this book backwards is actually another look.

It has less to do with surprise, more like surprise.It's a strange mentality like 'hey, you still have a secret that I don't know'.

There is generally no reason for such a state of mind to be born between two separate individuals.Unless, he is his mother, his father is not very good.

But Roy won't lie.Hopelessly optimistic.Be faithful believers.The viability is zero, and the vigilance is zero.If it wasn't for the strength value enough, Steve wouldn't even dare to let him walk into the chaotic streets by himself.

In a way, he might actually be able to call himself a guardian.

Royston threw the fork: "What are you looking at?"

"Look at you." Steve smiled.

Royston was unhappy again.

It wasn't long before she said that she was nostalgic for the past, and then ran to her again, holding hands and hugging, and teasing herself.

Big scumbag!

Steve choked, and after coughing a few times, he let out a cry: "Scumbag?"

Speaking out, Royston didn't feel anything.He's just stating the facts.

"Why hug me?" Royston asked angrily.

Steve tries to clear his mind about teenage girls: "You're cold to the touch."

"You still touch me!" Royston seemed heinous.

Steve pursed his lips, speechless.

"Scumbag!" Royston grabbed his braid and accused him.

"Are you a virgin?" Steve asked abruptly.

"What?!" Royston's thoughts were forcibly invaded in an instant.

Steve coughed dryly.He didn't want to ask, but he really couldn't get over this hurdle.

He dreamed again last night.There is Roy in the dream.

If it was just a vague dream, of course he wouldn't ask about it.

It was all too real.It's too fake.

Sweaty forehead hair, hands that can only be held comfortably by oneself, trembling calf curves, and a beautiful voice that I can never imagine.

While washing my pants in the morning, I couldn't help thinking about all kinds of things.His heart is really sweet, bitter, and sour.

"Of course I'm not." Royston chuckled.

Steve's plastic fork broke directly, and he looked up at him for a moment with a dangerously abnormal look: "I see."

"You are. Don't you?" Royston ran on him.

Steve smiled: "It depends on the situation."

"Don't admit it." Royston trembled, "Small, virgin, male."

Steve slowly put down the fork in his hand.The hair on the back of Royston's neck, who was gloating, stood up, and a chill swept over his heart.

"So, you seem pretty proud of it." Steve tilted his head at him.

Royston blushed suddenly, avoiding his eyes: "I want you to take care of it!"

Steve grinds his back molars.Well, very well.

He turned on his mobile phone, turned directly to the alarm clock, opened Wei San's alarm clock, and pushed it over.

"Why?" Royston blushed for a while, and his eyes sparkled.

Watching Steve's heartache from before to now is very angry, wishing that he and himself would be burned to death together.

He pointed to the third one: "Want to try?"

Royston jumped out on the spot: "What did you say?!"

"You typed it." Seeing his reaction, Steve felt better and retracted his fingers, "I thought you were expecting it."

Royston snorted, "I was just joking. I don't want to sleep with you."

The second half of the sentence is hidden in the lips, not very clear.It seems extremely guilty, or insincere.

"Well," Steve took back his mobile phone, "You speak as if you have experienced a lot of battles, I thought you would be more than capable."

There is really no need to draft a lie now.

Royston pursed his lips.

A ghost who has experienced hundreds of battles, just once.

The scene was still a bit chaotic.In the end, the two of them rummaged through boxes and boxes to find an old respirator that Steve could use for emergency treatment, and they didn't die.

They didn't make it to the end.He never fails to be unreserved.

He could feel Steve's accommodation and regret at that time, but he couldn't give more responses.Thinking about it this way, maybe I don't like him that much at all.

He is unwilling to fall.Even if the prize is Steve.

Now it has become like this.This made my own hesitation and persistence at that time seem a bit ridiculous.

He is the guardian angel.According to legend, [-] out of [-] have fallen, and [-] out of [-] have been imprisoned, the angel closest to human beings.He persisted in doing the remaining [-]/[-], stationed in the heart and soul.

Guard them from being deluded, from being swallowed by lust/desire.

He is only responsible for guarding, not for attacking.Often it is human beings who expel themselves.

He didn't succeed.Until I met Steve's mother.

It was a strong, beautiful, yet traumatized woman.

Royston hated himself for being a guard every time a drunken man kicked in her door with a foul smell.Thinking about it now, his dissatisfaction should have been buried since then.

Her husband was just an ordinary man, but war and death bred his violence.

At first it was just an unconscious slap, and after realizing the obvious difference between strength and weakness, his guardian angel said goodbye to Royston indifferently.

Almost numbly businesslike.This is the most common posture of the remaining guardian angels, numb and cold.

He guarded the woman's life.They have no entity, more like a cohesion of missing.Royston always felt like a glimmer of light in the heart of a person, shaking.

But after the woman died, he felt like he was transformed into a giant armor.

He couldn't wait to rush out of the square inch of his heart, and put himself on the only weakness of a woman.

He is the guardian angel.Fend off all demons who try to harm humans.

Then, he became the existence of the few remaining guardian angels who were facing an enemy.

Drooping down, Royston leaned back on his chair, drooping his head.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." Steve pressed his forehead, he was just angry.

He even took these things out of his memory.What exactly do you want to do?

Royston raised one leg and bent his knee to support his chin, tilted his head, and one leg hung by the side of the chair: "Okay."

"Ok?"

"Let's sleep."

"Are you kidding?" Steve asked.

"No." Royston was really serious.

Thinking about it carefully, except that they didn't really make it to the last step, everything else was pretty much the same.Their rings are still buried over Steve's mother's grave.

I really didn't know what I was thinking at the time.Now I can't touch the pair of simple rings.

Then to make up for the last regret, it would be more refreshing for him to pat his butt and leave in a cool way, wouldn't he?

Steve put his hands on both sides of the table: "Royston, take a deep breath—"

"what?"

"Don't overthink it. Relax. They're just your emotions and you can control them."

Royston flipped the table toward him.

Oh shit.retarded.

In the end it was a mess again.

The two stood on the edge of the messy restaurant, and Steve said in a deep voice: "We should first find a way to quickly divert your attention when your mind is hot."

"As long as you don't speak." Royston rolled his eyes.

"To be sure, to sleep or not to sleep." Royston put his hands on his chest, "After this village, there will be no more shops. You have three seconds to decide."

"I tend to start with a date." Steve swallowed the yes with difficulty.

"3—" Royston looked at him.

"Roy, let's talk first. Things don't need to go that way." Steve was a little confused.

"2—" Royston relentlessly counted the time.

Steve closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and leaned over.

The last one died in a kiss.Royston froze for a moment, then slowly raised his arms to hug the neck of the person in front of him, and the blanket slipped from his shoulders.

From those touches that had been hot since the hug, I felt a bit of coolness, and was overwhelmed by the feeling when my lips and tongue were intertwined.

Like the sea flooded a puddle.

It's easy.

Steve put his hands on his waist and circled him unconsciously, no more, no less.

It just happened to be the size I knew.

He suddenly felt that Roy or Royston, no matter which one was the correct answer he wanted.

One person or two people, he seems to like both.After the truth is revealed, the difference may be just scum and not scum.

Royston wasn't sure what to do next after the kiss.Should we go to the upstairs bedroom?Or nearby?

Steve planned to let go of his mouth, and pecked a few more times.Warm, soft lips, wrapped in a heart like cotton, exuding sweetness.

The wide, slightly hot palm pressed against his lower back, patting gently with a soothing rhythm.

"Where do you want to be?" Royston forced himself to ask this sentence calmly.

"Kitchen." Steve paused his hand, then said lightly.

Royston's eyes widened: "You—" Did you come up to play such an exciting game?

"We need to clean up this place." Steve let go of his hand, never saying what Royston was thinking.

"I have a cleaning lady." Royston was dissatisfied.

"You want her to come in now?" Steve looked at him.

Royston pursed his lips and turned his head to look at the ground: "Leave it alone."

"It's for food. It'll be spoiled by tomorrow, and there will be worms."

Royston clicked his tongue.

In the end Steve turned around and cleaned the floor, the table.I watched TV for a while to take a break, went for a walk to cultivate my mood, and took a warm hot bath to clean myself.

Then she hugged him and fell asleep very purely.

When Royston opened his eyes the next day, he turned to look at the person sleeping next to him, and said seriously, "Is there something wrong with you?"

Steve felt that the progress was a bit fast when he came to the step of staying overnight. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows.

After moving his legs, Royston, who felt that someone was completely fine, suddenly froze out of habit.

"I still have something to do today..." he said weakly.

Steve laughed.

"There will be things in the next two weeks." Royston buried himself in the quilt.

Steve wrapped his arms around him under the covers, leaning over.

Royston shrunk into a quail, a bit heart-piercing, like a little daughter-in-law who was molested: "I said, I still have something to do!"

"Be my boyfriend." Steve tugged at his quilt, pinning him down.

"...Huh?" Royston fought for his quilt, and was stunned for a moment.

Why does this sound so familiar?

"Huh?" Steve continued to pull his quilt.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Royston grabbed the quilt.

Steve grinned twice, kissed his ear, and walked over him to get out of bed.

Without much shame, he held up the flag and walked to the bathroom.

After starting to brush his teeth, he looked in the mirror and paused.

How much did he forget? ==

Why are you so proficient? !

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