prince and his shield

In this case, the navigation in the car and the employer in front of me are really unfriendly.

Steve closed the door, and the two listened to the movement outside, and there was an eerie silence.

"Tsk—" Royston rubbed his hair irritably.

What's the matter, my second house is about to be invaded by someone so simple?

Steve looked at his wrinkled face: "... When I came, I saw a hotel nearby. If it's possible, can I drive my husband's car to stay for one night?"

Royston rolled his eyes: "You just stay honest. I can deal with you without trouble."

Steve raised his eyebrows, undeniably: "Thank you. I'll leave when the weather is better."

Royston glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, it was past ten o'clock: "There is no need for you to hurry up and perform. You will have to go in sooner or later."

Steve was speechless, but looking at his face that couldn't hide his temper, he felt inexplicably soft-hearted: "You can inform Miss Rose."

If there is no sense of security.

"No need," Royston embraced, threatening with a half-smile, "I can beat you into a pig's head with just one."

"Sir, you have a schedule tomorrow morning and need enough rest. Let me call Miss Rose—" Steve looked at him, sighed, and touched his phone.

Royston's eyes widened, he jumped onto the sofa, and reached for his cell phone.

Nonsense, let that woman Rose know that she took the initiative to keep her, and not strangle herself.

Steve grabbed his arm reflexively, pulling him away.

Royston knelt down on the sofa and threw himself on his waist, still being held by his arms.

His stomach was flushed and hot as soon as he took a breath, Steve's stomach tightened, he let go awkwardly, and hurriedly took half a step back: "...Sorry."

Royston didn't react, so he knelt on the sofa with his face close to his waist, looked up at him, and blinked his eyes.

Steve swallowed... "Sorry."

He took another step back calmly.

Royston gave a long hum, stretched out his arms, and buckled his belt tightly with two fingers.

Steve...

"So nervous?" Royston squinted at him, relaxed his kneeling legs, and sat on the sofa with a weak cross, a standard duck sitting, "Afraid I'll eat you?"

Steve... "Sir, can you let go of my leash?"

Royston raised his eyebrows, and slowly spread a finger away.The remaining index finger touched the edge of his belt, and the nails could scratch his tight waist from time to time.

To poke or not to poke.

"Good figure." Royston let go, resting his arms on the back of the sofa and resting his chin.

Steve breathed a sigh of relief, and silently relaxed his stomach: "Thank you for the compliment."

"I'll just leave." Steve looked away, unable to look directly at him.

Royston laughed heartily.

He just said it! !

In this world, blind people have to kneel before him.

"Don't go." Royston sat up, straightened up and pressed his hand, with a forbearance on his face, as if he was constipated.

Steve... "Are you feeling unwell?"

Royston... I fucking have something to hide!Do you understand the secret!Stupid batch.

"..." Taking a deep breath, Royston held back, "I've only moved here not long ago, so I'm not familiar with this place."

He showed a hesitant look.

Steve... he remembered that Royston's new home was actually only two blocks away from his old villa, and wondered if he had a preference for this place.

He looked at Royston's twitching eyes, and asked hesitantly, "...Is there something in your eyes?"

Royston looked at him, raised his hands, let go of his arms, and said coolly: "I'm afraid of this kind of weather, it's crackling, and I don't want to be alone."

Not scared at all.

Steve was speechless.

"You can always talk to Miss Rose on the phone." Steve coaxed.

"I don't trust her." False.

"Unlike others, the shorter the time I have known someone, the more trustworthy they are." Really.

Royston's eyes were blurred for a moment, he didn't know what he remembered, and he looked a little lonely.

Steve frowned, and before he could react, he blurted out: "Then I'll be with you."

After speaking, he froze for a moment.

"...until the weather gets better." He rubbed his forehead and added.

Forget it, nothing was normal after meeting Royston.

"Hmph—" Royston raised his chin, proudly as if he had seen through him.

It's all over my face, I knew you couldn't refuse me.

Steve laughed: "Then I'll just go and tidy up the clothes in the washing machine."

Royston paused: "Washing machine?"

"I just did some laundry and I can't keep it in there." Steve shrugged.

"...Do you want to keep cleaning?" Royston's eyes twitched.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and he with a "fragile mind" is right in front of him. What is he going to do with such a good opportunity?

do the laundry? ?

wtf?

"Yeah." Steve nodded.

Royston...New August [-]st debut

There is still help for the blind, but not for the fool!

Royston watched his back as he turned away, and twitched his nose in disbelief.

No smell at all, tsk.

Rubbing his chin, Royston reasonably suspected that he was too hungry to smell.

But it doesn't matter, no matter how naive, sooner or later the taste will be leaked.

Then you can have a full meal.

Royston lay back, rolled twice on the sofa, stared at the dazzling ceiling, bared his teeth, and showed a mocking smile.

idiot.

After Steve was busy, Royston was still lying on the sofa in one position: "Don't you take a shower and rest as soon as possible?"

The itinerary is quite tight tomorrow.

Royston folded his hands on his stomach: "You put water on me and get my clothes, and I'll go wash them."

Steve... who the hell has a job tomorrow.

"What clothes do you need..." For some reason, Steve gave in easily.

"pajamas."

Steve walked to the cloakroom, Royston called him, pointed to the upstairs, and smiled: "The pajamas are all in the bedroom."

Stupid, I got him thoroughly in one night.

Steve... "ok."

If you say too many mistakes, you will never talk too much next time.

He went upstairs and dawdled into the bedroom.

It's messier than the living room.

Reluctantly found a set of fluffy and warm home clothes from a pile of knotted clothes, Steve went downstairs with the clothes in his arms.

Royston looked at the pink rabbit ear pajamas suit in his arms and raised his eyebrows: "So you like this tune?"

"Huh?" Steve didn't know why.

"Tsk tsk—" Royston stretched.

In order to reward this rather pleasing face, I will grant you once.

If the blood vessels burst, don't blame him.

"Mr. Bowen, would you like to get some...underwear." Steve tactfully said.

Royston got up: "Ah, that, no more."

"there is none left?"

"It was taken away by the cleaning staff." Royston shrugged.

Steve... "Then why are you going to buy it?"

Royston turned his head and narrowed his eyes: "Ah, is it? You buy it for me?"

Steve glanced out the window: "I could drive, but the car might get smashed."

"Hmm - it's more fulfilling to take it off with your own hands?" Royston tilted his head.

"Huh?" Steve was dumbfounded.

Royston smiled maliciously, approached, put his hand on his shoulder, slid his fingers frivolously across his carotid artery, and hooked his chin: "He looks quite honest, with a lot of tricks."

Steve...Miss Rose was right.

His boss does have a lot of weird spots.

But the underwear still has to be bought.

He doesn't want to be in the same space as a Royston with no underwear on.