prince and his shield

Through the quilt, I can feel a line of sight from the outside, wanting to burn myself from the inside out.

Royston was bored for a while, then threw off the quilt and stared at the person standing at the end of the bed: "What?"

Steve looked at him, raising an eyebrow.At this moment, he was extremely curious, if he asked himself "Are you Roy", would this person bounce off the bed and jump out of the window.

Suppressing the sudden thought, he twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's nothing."

Royston's hairs started to stand up again, looking at Steve warily.

Steve sighed and stepped closer.

Royston moved out of the quilt, leaned back to the head of the bed, and pressed his back against the head of the bed: "You, you talk!"

Steve sits on the side of the bed, arms crossed over his legs, on the quilt beside him, blocking his way to get out of the way.

Royston shrank his neck: "What do you want to do?"

The voice is weak.

The person in front of him approached with a smile that was not a smile, a large shadow fell, and then Royston softened his forehead.

kissed.

"Relax. Just a good morning kiss." Steve laughed.

Royston let out a sigh of relief.After being dazed for a few moments, his eyes widened, like an irritated rabbit.

"I'm not as anxious as you think." Steve shrugged his shoulders slightly, as if he was helpless at Royston's reaction.

Rose Eaton's face flushed suddenly, embarrassing.Furious, he reached out and grabbed the collar of his T-shirt, dragged it over, and stuck his mouth firmly against his mouth.

Can't look down on anyone!

Steve resisted and didn't immediately reach out to wrap his arms around his back, lowered his eyelids slightly, and let him kiss indiscriminately in retaliation.

Until I saw a trace of bewilderment flashing through the staring red eyes of the person, and I was a little dazed not knowing what to do next.

The corners of Steve's lips curled up, and he raised his hand to press the back of his neck, rubbing his fingers in the fluffy hair, pressing towards himself, and biting gently: "Roy, open your mouth."

Royston didn't react, he opened his lips obediently, and the smell of mint rushed in instantly.He trembled a bit, a little buoyed by the intensified aroma of the wine, and a tinge of water began to float in his eyes.

Steve is bittersweet with his mindless resignation and attachment.The breathing became heavy, but he didn't indulge himself after all, after a deep entanglement, there was a coaxing shallow peck.

When Royston regained his concentration, his hands had already wrapped around Steve's neck, and everyone moved to his lap.

Steve put his hand on his vest, pressed his lips heavily, then let go and kissed the top of his hair, holding him to adjust his messy breathing.

Royston was hugged by him, his chin was on his shoulder, and his face was devastated.

How did they kiss!Why did you hug me! !What's going on! ! !

Steve couldn't help rubbing his waist, which felt so good under his palm, and smiled: "It seems that I thought my good morning kiss wasn't warm enough before."

Royston's frozen face twitched violently, and pushed him away: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

With Steve's hand around, he didn't allow anyone to get out of his arms: "I brushed it."

Royston's mouth twitched, his watery and red mouth squirmed, and he put his hands on his shoulders, unable to speak in front of those blue and green eyes.

He always felt that the person in front of him had evolved.worse.

"So good morning kisses must follow this standard, right?" Steve said with a serious face.

Royston gritted his teeth.He couldn't react anymore that he was provoked, and he had lived in vain for so many years.

"You want beauty!" Gritting her teeth, her ears turned red.

Must be pissed.

Steve looked at him and bent his lips: "Good morning."

Royston annoyed him to death, and pushed hard: "Get up! I want to get up!"

Steve let go of him graciously: "Okay."

Royston stormed into the bathroom, but the strangeness and alienation that slowly crept up after opening his eyes disappeared.

Steve smirked for a moment, got up, and made the bed.

He won't be coming out of the bathroom for a while, so he went downstairs to make breakfast after saying a word.

Royston held the sink with his hand and let out a muffled oh.

Gan.He is so cowardly.

How did he remember that he blocked Rogers in the bathroom a few days ago?Are there so many changes?

Frenzied in front of the mirror for a while, he grinned at the mirror, but couldn't completely suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Spit on himself, he rubbed his face, raised his hand to touch his mouth, then closed his eyes, and pursed his mouth.It seems a little wronged, but also a little sweet.Kneading, it is the squeamishness leaked after finally finding the nest.

"Two weeks? To visit relatives in England?" Steve repeated what Royston said meaninglessly.

"Yes." Rose Eaton, who had been fed breakfast, curled up on the sofa, holding his own cup, which contained honey water.

Slightly better than milk.

"Why did you go with her?" Steve straightened his back.

He has every reason to suspect that this is Olos' plan again.

Royston raised his head halfway, hesitated, "I'm her guardian. Or, you can understand it as a guardian. Anyway, I can't let her act alone."

Steve paused, "Is the ticket booked?"

It takes patience to make up for such a long gap.

"No." Royston turned the cup in his hand, "I'm still waiting for a 'permission'."

Steve was silent for a while, "Who is restricting you?"

Royston shrugged, "The British government."

This is not to say nothing.Steve exhaled, "I see."

Ross Eaton knew he had misunderstood his words and did not explain.

Steve put his hands on his hips and turned slightly, thinking.

Royston looked at his furrowed eyebrows, shook his legs, stopped, and shrank back into the depths of the sofa.

He suspected that Rogers knew something, and was sure that he had absolutely no memory of the past.He couldn't figure it out, and didn't dare to ask.I'm afraid that things that were originally invisible will be completely exposed by myself.

So difficult.He's really not fit to use his brain.

"Determine when to leave, tell me in advance." Steve loosened his eyebrows.

"Why?" Knowing that he would definitely follow, Royston asked reflexively.Sounds very much like playing dumb.

Coupled with his expression, he is a typical example of deception.

Steve sat next to him: "Stay with you."

"I'm not a child, I need someone to accompany me wherever I go." Royston muttered.

"I need it." Steve followed up his words.

Royston was mute.

After being silent for a while, he hesitated and said, "Now, you..."

"Ok?"

"I, can understand it as, do you like me?" Royston bit the cup.

Steve was a little surprised by his question, and then seeing his expression, realized that this was not a joke nor a test.Speaking of it, I don't seem to have said it directly.

He said seriously: "Roy or, do you prefer Royston Bowen? I'm sure, I like you."

Royston curled his legs and looked at him, blinking.

Steve had the feeling that he was crying, and he panicked for a moment. After seeing whether the eyes were red or white, he suspected that he was wrong.

"En." After a long time, Royston responded and turned his eyes away.

Steve frowned, raised one leg to face him, stretched out his hand and turned the person towards him: "Roy."

Royston looked at him, and Steve didn't know what he was trying to say when he called him.

"Can you talk about the person you liked before?" Steve paused, as if casually.

Roy was stunned.

"I'm curious." Steve shrugged his shoulders, "Well, because you said something that surprised me before. About the person you like."

Even if he didn't know anything at that time, he would still be moved by the clean and pure love in Roy's words.Are those words actually spoken to yourself?

That's why he was sure that Roy must have tampered with his memory.

Even though you know the answer, you still want to get it again.

Royston froze.He remembered.

He had indeed called 'White' on the spur of the moment before, and poured out all the words without warning.And then...White is Rodgers.

shit.

Royston swallowed: "Uh—"

Steve looked at him and smiled, "It sounds like you love him very much."

Royston... how to answer this!

"You said he was the nicest guy you could imagine," Steve repeated slowly.Thanks to his quadruple memory.

Royston shuddered.

"You also said a lot of words. Lots of positive words," Steve continued.He was not too embarrassed to repeat them one by one.

Royston's ears were slowly seeping red, and Steve, who was just trying to see it, was very excited.

"'If possible, I want to have the most ardent love with you at the snap of my fingers'." Steve repeated slowly, and his face couldn't hold back a little blush from the smoke.

Royston's face was already flushed, and he was ashamed to fail to notice Steve's strangeness.

Did he really say it himself? ? ?This is what he said!

Steve coughed lightly: "It sounds very touching."

Royston pursed his mouth tightly, not daring to look directly at the person in front of him, but he also didn't dare to cover his face and roll all over the floor.

"So, as the incumbent, I have complicated feelings about your former 'ex'." Steve stared at him closely, not wanting to let go of any clues on his face.

He didn't know how Roy could still be as young as before 70 years later. Seriously, Roy wasn't dead, and that was all he needed to know.

If, if everything is as he said, 70 years later, his feelings for himself are still clear and warm.So, why, why tamper with your own memory?

After confirming that Roy was dead, he didn't dare to try hard to recall the past.Later, he looked back at his memories with doubts and found that they were already full of holes.

Regarding Roy, I can only clearly remember their first meeting and the quarrel, and the rest are vague, if there is nothing.

Why?What exactly is in those taken memories?Is it love or sadness, what happened?

"He has already passed." Royston held back for a while, and choked out this sentence.

"The experience of the past has great implications for the present," Steve said solemnly.

"You don't need to care about those." Royston insisted.

"If you don't tell me, I will always pay attention." Steve moved closer.

"What do you want to know!" Royston yelled out his claws.

"What I want to know most is, is there any conflict between you that cannot be resolved?" Steve's eyes darkened.This is the reason he fears the most. Is it because of irreconcilable conflicts that make Roy want to leave cleanly?

"No." Royston said without any hesitation, "I, we had a fight. But it's not a big deal."

Steve's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help blurting out, why did he tamper with my memory, and why didn't he say who he was.

"It sounds like you used to be very sweet." Steve said slowly and meaningfully.

Royston looked at him and grabbed the handle of the cup: "I love him."

Steve's heart clenched tightly: "But, he left."

He was sure that the memory after that quarrel was not blurred in the slightest.Is it because he chose to leave?Choose to go to the battlefield?

Did he hurt Roy?So will it be recalled?

Royston shook his head: "It's me."

Steve doesn't understand.

"I shouldn't love him." Royston touched the cup in his hand, "That was a mistake."

Steve looked at his drooping side face, realized that he was in a hurry, and stepped back a little, but he was not reconciled: "I don't think there is anything wrong with loving someone."

Royston didn't know why he laughed abruptly: "Of course. Of course it's right for a person to fall in love with another person."

Steve frowned.why?

"But, there's no need to worry about it now." Royston stroked his chin, pondered for a while, then put his hand on his cheek and looked at Steve, "making mistakes and letting others make mistakes are basically It’s my whole life.”

Steve snorted.

"But you said it yourself, you like me." Royston reached out to touch his chin, and rubbed it with his fingers.Not that he forced it.

Steve held his sinful hand, sighed, lowered his head and kissed his palm: "Yes."

Royston looked at the top of his hair, knelt down and kissed him: "Steve, I love you."

Demons are true to their desires.When I was an angel, I swayed on the verge of depravity. I could neither become an angel nor be reconciled to become a demon.

There is no reason to hesitate about this now, then he can't even do a devil well, and that's the end.

Steve was a little dazed by the kiss, and a little caught off guard by the confession.

"You want to know what happened to us before?" Royston smiled.

Steve pursed his lower lip: "...you know I know?"

"I'm not that stupid." Royston shrugged.

Steve fell silent for an eerie moment.

Royston's face darkened, and he stretched out his hand to pinch his face: "If you dare to say what you are thinking now, we will break up!"

Steve hissed, grabbed his wrist, and couldn't laugh or cry: "Roy, you are getting more and more fierce now."

"Oh? Then which one do you like?" Roy raised his eyebrows.

"I like them all." Steve blurted out, and then realized with horror that it was a proposition just now.

"Thank you for your quick response." Royston heheed twice and spread his hands, "Give me the phone."

Steve pulls out his phone.

Royston unlocked his device and keyed in 0214.

Steve was taken aback, "Valentine's Day? The password is Valentine's Day?" He thought it was some more special day.

Royston raised his eyelids and threw the phone back: "Our anniversary."

"To commemorate what?"

"Wedding anniversary." Royston smiled.

Steve was startled: "What?!"

"And part-time work on our anniversary together." Royston looked at his face that was so shocked that it was about to crack with satisfaction.

The author has something to say: Try to make up for the broken update.