The richest man's boyfriend lives in a history textbook

As the night darkened, Eisley said goodbye to Fred, and walked back to the tent alone with a wine bottle.

Along the way, he caught several soldiers who secretly forked fish and grilled them to eat.

With his hands behind his back, he didn't scold them much, but just punished these people to run around the camp.

Afterwards, under the astonished gazes of these people, Eisley ate the fish cleanly.

"It's burnt." Eisley critically evaluated while leaning on the tent.

Crowd: ...

Don't eat it if you think it's too muddy!You eat so much that you don't even leave us with crumbs.

Eisley was full of food and drink, and then left with satisfaction, leaving behind a bunch of "this person is a dog" infamy.

On the way back, Eisley looked at the phantoms dangling in front of the stars all over the sky. He pressed his head, his eyelids twitched, and his brain throbbed with pain.

He took a deep breath, a sharp light flashed across his eyes for a moment, and then disappeared in a moment.

The light of the stars shone into his eyes.

"Star……"

Ashley read these words in Lighter, and he lowered his eyes while smiling.

He continued to stride forward, humming softly the folk songs of his hometown in a low, hoarse voice.

"The gods are so beautiful, even the jokes are so wonderful..."

It was silent outside, and there was a faint sound in the air.

"Wish? I don't like repaying favors, as long as I see you once, it's over."

Xingyuan was full of fighting spirit at the beginning, but within two hours of walking, the soles of his feet began to ache.

Xingyuan was panting, he took out the water he had prepared in advance from his backpack and drank half a bottle at once, and then he had the energy to continue walking.

After walking for five or six hours in a row, the people in Xingyuan went stupid.

When he saw the camp, his legs were so weak that he almost didn't kneel down, and the soles of his feet were so numb that he lost consciousness.

Xingyuan resisted to stand up straight, his whole body was sore.Originally, the whole person was about to collapse, but when he thought that he could be saved as long as he worked hard, he insisted on perseverance to make him walk several steps in a row.

Xingyuan will not be trampled to death.

But he still had to bear the pain of being trampled to death before he died.

For this reason, Xingyuan still dare not lie down on the spot.

Dizzy, the red dot got closer and closer to him.

Just when he couldn't hold on anymore, Xingyuan finally saw the familiar tent.

call……

Xingyuan's eyes were closed.

Holding his sore waist, he limped in.There was a lot of wind and sand along the way, coupled with his frequent stumbles, the young master at this time was not delicate at all.

A certain boy was carrying a "little broken bag", his hair was disheveled, his face was dirty, he looked like a poor relative who came here from somewhere.

The young master is miserable, but the young master loves face

Seeing that there were two living people guarding the gate in front of him, even if no one saw him, he was still embarrassed to go there.

Xingyuan used a clean water polo to wash himself up and down, and washed his hair again. The school uniform is made of special material, so there is no need to worry about it being stained with dust.

He sniffed himself carefully, and after making sure that there was no peculiar smell, he walked over with confidence.

Before entering the door, the aroma of wine came to the face.

Xingyuan opened the tent curiously, and sure enough, the smell of wine became stronger.

Has this man been drinking?

Xingyuan was a little curious about the reason, but he knew that he and others were on a parallel line, thinking that even if he knew the reason, he would not understand the ins and outs.

As soon as he entered the tent, it was as if his bones had been torn apart, and his whole body was about to fall apart.

Xingyuan dragged his heavy body to his small corner and unloaded his backpack.

Fortunately, his bedding is still there.

Xingyuan made the bed very slowly, coupled with the aches and pains in his body, he collapsed after making the bed.

The hard ground made Xingyuan's back ache, Xingyuan showed bitterness, and bitterly got up to make the bed.

Hey, life is too hard.

But what can I do?The road of great people is always extremely bumpy.

Xingyuan took off his school uniform again and used it as an electric blanket, learning to flatten every wrinkle from the young master whose ten fingers do not touch the spring water.

At this moment, there was a sound of pain from the bed beside him.

Xingyuan turned his head to look at the sound, but the edge of the bed was a little high, and there was no light at night, Xingyuan couldn't see what happened there clearly.

"Cough cough...", the man coughed heavily, his heavy breathing was particularly obvious in the silent night, and it seemed that pain was suppressed beneath it.

Not to mention that Xingyuan borrowed to live here, men helped him so much in the past, even if Xingyuan couldn't do anything, he should visit him.

Xingyuan put down the quilt that was about to be covered, stepped on his shoes and walked over.

It was cold at night, Xing Yuan shrank his neck.

Because he was going to sleep, he took off only a vest and only a pair of shorts on his lower body.

He quietly walked to Aisley's bed, and through the starlight, he saw that the other person's face was slightly red from being slightly drunk.

His brows were tightly furrowed, and one of his hands was covering his temple as if he was enduring something.

The chapped lips opened and closed, and the mouth moaned from time to time in pain.

The reason is clear at a glance. It seems that this person should be drunk and have a migraine.

Xingyuan has never drank much since he was a child, and he doesn't know how it feels to be drunk.Seeing that the other party was not feeling well, he also frowned and sighed.

Hey, what should I do?

Xingyuan pursed his lips, he walked forward and wanted to reach out to help press it, but stopped.

Partly because he couldn't press it, and another reason...

Xingyuan looked down at his feet, only to see that his feet were stepping on someone else's quilt.

Xingyuan: ...

Although the quilt will not be stained with dust because of his trampling, Xingyuan is still embarrassed.

"Sorry." He whispered, and was about to back away, but was a step too late.

Aisley raised his hand to cover his forehead, and he picked up the fallen quilt.

Xingyuan was caught off guard, his body was not stable and he was about to fall backwards.He subconsciously grabbed something, but accidentally fell forward.

Xingyuan's forehead hit the quilt directly, his face hit the quilt, and his nose was choked and hurt.

Because his face was buried too deep, Xingyuan couldn't breathe fresh air, and was slightly deprived of oxygen.

Of course, that's not what matters.

Xingyuan's mind went blank. He smelled the strong hormonal breath, and his face turned red up to the ears.

The underside of the face is hard, and the underside of the quilt should correspond to someone's abdomen.

Xingyuan's scalp was numb, and his hair was about to explode.

His fingertips trembled, his toes kicked wildly, and he hurriedly tried to find a place to borrow his strength.

It was obvious that his whole body was sore and weak, but he insisted on propping up his body to let his face leave the quilt.

Xingyuan's heart was pounding, his eye sockets were flushed with anxiety.

He felt a little more fortunate, fortunately no one saw him, fortunately everything he did didn't affect...

Just let these shameful things be buried, and no one will know.

Xingyuan finally found a point of support, he crossed his legs and was about to get up and leave, at this moment the man let out a "huh" and turned over suddenly.

Xingyuan's whole body was surrounded by the quilt, and he rolled into the bed.

Xingyuan: ...

His sore back touched the soft, flat and slightly cold mattress, and he finally found his place after a day of exhaustion.Even though his nerves were tense, the greed of his body still made his whole body relieved, and his limbs were almost attached to the bed.

Once relaxed, Xingyuan no longer has the strength to get up.

However, this matter cannot be let go, Xingyuan hurriedly propped his hands on the bed and wanted to get up and leave here, but the sleepy Aisley turned his arms over and fell asleep on his side.

Xingyuan's body was imprisoned, leaving no gaps, and now he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

After a few seconds, Eisley finally felt something was wrong, and he raised his arms.

Xingyuan wanted to slip away in a hurry, but Aisley just pulled the quilt over and put down his arms again.

Xingyuan: ...

The other party's heavy breath spilled onto his face, and Xing Yuan couldn't even swallow his saliva.

He lay down in a daze, without blinking his eyes, he was dumbfounded.

The warmer the bed, the more flustered Xingyuan was.

He doesn't have the ability to warm the quilt, so he has to rely on the "electric blanket".

This matter was too unpredictable, and suddenly broke out of Xingyuan's acceptance range.

The face of the person in front of him is so clear in his field of vision, every scar and every pore can be seen clearly.

Xingyuan's face became redder and redder, until his neck was red.

He closed his eyes, the sockets were hot, and his brain was in a mess.

Xingyuan felt that he was too reckless back then.To push himself, he locked the exit until Monday.

Now it blocked his retreat, and he couldn't log off if he wanted to, unless he died.

Xingyuan was stunned, he thought, he was already imprisoned, how could he die?

Does social death count?

Xingyuan is dumbfounded, he will spend the most difficult night looking at the man's face.

During this period, he wished countless times that the man's arm could be pressed down a little bit, so that he would be offline.

But, after all, it's just a fantasy.

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Eisley could always wake up before the trumpet sounded, even if he drank alcohol before going to bed this time.

He dimly opened his eyes, and before he could see clearly, he smelled a faint fragrance.

Aisley woke up immediately, until he saw the tender young man in front of him by the moonlight, his heartbeat stopped instantly...

He forgot how he got off the bed without waking the boy up. During the whole process, his nerves were tense, and his arms with strong muscles were gently covered by the horns.

Inadvertently, he saw the boy's white arms, and Aisley's eyes suddenly closed.

He didn't dare to open his eyes until he was sure that the quilt was covered.

He didn't dare to look at the boy's face the whole time, he held his breath and didn't dare to breathe, and at the same time he was in a hurry.He hurriedly opened the box and took out something, and took his coat directly.

Before going out, he turned his head and took a deep look at the young man, then took his clothes and left the tent.

The guard really couldn't figure it out.

I don't know what's going on, but before it was time to blow the trumpet today, the head of the legion came out of the tent in a panic.

He was wearing military boots, but his whole body was disheveled, and even his coat was in his hands.

How would you describe this guard?

It's like the leader of the legion went to sleep with a woman, but when he took off his clothes and found that she was no good, he was kicked out by others.

With the cool wind blowing, Eisley finally calmed down a lot. He put his coat on his shoulders and walked alone.

After a while, he took out a cloth bag, which contained some dried leaves.

He took out a piece of paper and rolled it up, and after igniting it, he held it in his mouth.

Sparks flickered, and Ashley took it out, exhaling a puff of smoke.

He didn't know what it was, it was planted by slaves when they attacked a small place.

I heard that this stuff is addictive, if not for special circumstances, Aisley would not touch it.

The smoke was lingering, and Eisley snuffed it out with one last puff.