Why is the waste prince like that?

It's weird, really weird.

Lancer's gender awareness has always been relatively vague. When ordinary teenagers are whispering and discussing the opposite sex, he has no male friends and doesn't participate in the topic very much.

He also doesn't think there's anything special about female classmates. For him, gender is an unimportant characteristic of a person, and he pays more attention to the inner core.

Just like sandwich bread, some people like to eat soft or crispy shells, but he is more concerned about the different flavors of fillings inside.

In his few interpersonal interactions, everyone is a gray passerby, gender is unimportant, and appearance is unimportant.

He has never thought about sexual orientation, and he is not very good at thinking about his partner. He is still confused about his own future, so he has no time to think about love.

But in his rare, traces of prospects after reading, there has never been a scene like this, being pressed by a tall and handsome man by the sink, strangling his waist, pinching his face and kissing.

To be precise, that wasn't exactly a kiss.

Biting and licking, playing and marking.

In short, it is not the practice of human beings to make love.

But it was strange, he didn't feel unhappy because of it, but his soul fluttered, like a heart falling on a soft silk pillow.

The high and hard bridge of the nose brushed against his nose occasionally, and the cool and hot breath hit his cheeks. His emotions fluctuated too much, and he was a little difficult to react for a while after relaxing, and his thinking was slow and his behavior was sluggish.

There seemed to be strong resentment in the other's blue eyes, but the venting turned into harmless nibbling and licking.

Sea blue eyes, look a bit whitish because of the light...

Cedar, a little tangy…

But he wasn't too happy about it either.

Reason drives the tide back.

His palms followed the sideburns into the thick, soft, light-blond curly hair, moved them to the back of his head a little bit, and then held the big handful of blond hair, and slowly and firmly pulled the man who was on top of him away in the opposite direction.

There was no expression on his snow-white face, and the red made all the indifference appear to be a refusal, whether it was the large area of ​​blush covering his face or the slightly swollen red lips from being bitten.

It's not a good sign for a guy who has no self-control.

After showing a strange possessiveness, the man made a hoarse voice: "Lan..."

The human beings who have always indulged it frowned, without saying a word, casually wrapped the scarf around its face twice and then tightened it, turned around and took a deep breath before turning on the faucet.

The water was cold, just right for cooling hot lips.

After washing, he saw the man standing silently behind him from the mirror.

It's not like his cat, a cat is a cat, and it will lick and lick to express affection, but how could it be like this, to do such obscene and profligate things with the force that seems to want to eat him.

"Go back, go back to the Prince's Mansion."

He calmed down for a while before speaking, turned around, and didn't look at the man with his head down.

He walked straight out, his reaction was slow, the more he walked, his heart became angry, and he remembered that he didn't inform the president halfway, so he stopped, turned on his brain and planned to send a message to the president.

Out of the corner of the eye, a black figure flinched.

He turned his head abruptly, and the tower-like figure took a step back timidly.

Lancer had never been so angry before. He walked in front of the opponent in two steps at a time, raised his head and faced the face surrounded by a scarf so that only blue eyes could be seen. Low, hissing: "What are you doing? Don't follow me, there are so many people here, go back quickly!"

The tall man just looked down at the ground without speaking or moving.

The colored lights at both ends of the road were not very bright, and soothing love songs came from nowhere. Male and female students passed by them. Lancer stared at him for a while before realizing that he was doing useless work.

"I got really mad, I counted to three, one, two..."

"Hello, classmates, happy Valentine's Day, do you need a bouquet? We have roses, forget-me-nots, lilies, etc. Roses are the latest breeds. Diamond rainbows are beautiful, right? They shine like diamonds, symbolizing diamonds." The same unchanging love..."

A girl approached out of nowhere, holding a huge, shiny bouquet, and babbled about selling it.

The roses are beautiful, the petals look almost transparent, but there are tiny sparkles on each piece, which refracts colorful light with the illumination of the colored lights, and it looks so dreamy that it is almost unreal.

"No..." He subconsciously refused, no matter from what level, he didn't need to buy flowers.

The girl's eyes dimmed slightly.

But the tall and strangely dressed person who seemed difficult to get along with stretched out his hand, picked up the beautiful bunch of flowers, and lowered his head to admire.

Yeah, it seems that the bill can be issued, the girl was overjoyed, she quickly stretched out her wrist to signal the smart brain to pay, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your patronage, and I will give you three thousand star coins. As she spoke, she naturally took out a pink hair tie from her pocket, stiffened her fingers, and said awkwardly to the biggest single owner she met today: "I'm sorry, there is only this one gift left today. .”

The problem is, the couple in front of them seems to be a pair of boys, and they don't seem to need such things.

However, the tall man in black was almost staring at the hair tie firmly, pinching the wrapping paper of the bouquet with his pale fingers, looking embarrassed and wanting.

They are clearly a couple, shouldn't they spend a lot of money to make their boyfriend happy at this time?

She turned her eyes to the handsome boy who seemed to be enduring something, she waited for a while, and noticed that the clothes of the two boys were simple, but the texture looked good before she came forward.

After all, she is a flower seller, and she is not here to bully young people into poverty.

Although she expected to sell flowers to this tall man who made her boyfriend unhappy at first glance, she didn't expect him to operate so wonderfully, so she could only pin her hopes on the other one. For me, whoever sells to is not sold.

"Buy a bunch, student, your boyfriend likes it very much. There are only four Valentine's Days you can spend at school. Don't let your youth leave regrets."

Lancer glared at the stupid cat in front of him who was actively jumping into the consumption trap. The other party lowered his head, but hugged the bouquet even tighter.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded in my mind.

He won't buy it for you.

You made a mistake just now, and he told you to go back...

Lancer sighed, stretched out his smart brain to complete the payment, and took the pink hair band only to find that there was a white kitten made of silicone lying on it, and his heart felt a little soft again.

Even the explanation was weak: "He is not my boyfriend."

You are God when you open the bill. It’s okay if you say that he is the 620th or [-]th little lover you keep.

So on this road, a very strange scene appeared.

A handsome boy with black hair and black eyes walked ahead alone in the air-conditioning, and a man wrapped in black like a black bear followed him step by step, holding a huge bouquet of expensive diamond rainbow roses in his hand, shining dreamily and moving of light.

"so beautiful…"

"Baby, I'll buy you a bunch too..."

"A quarrel on Valentine's Day..."

"Your boyfriend is incompetent..."

The man in black hugged his bouquet tightly.

My mind is quiet again,

But when the human opened the door of the dormitory, it was about to follow in, but the other party leaned against the door, locked its eyes, and told it word by word: "I didn't forgive you, so don't live with me today. "

"Go back quickly, there is no place for you here today."

His voice was so cold and hard that the tall man in front of him hunched for a moment.

"orchid…"

The young man didn't listen, and closed the door coldly.

Samuel was furious.

Say, say you didn't mean it, say you didn't mean it, aren't you usually good at acting like a baby?

But this time, it's no longer chicken talking to duck.

This spiritual body, which has always been considered to be without thought, his vassal, sat down with his back against the door and hugged the bouquet in his hand tightly.

It's not a problem that coquettishness can solve.

I did it on purpose.

We do it on purpose.

I mean that.

We mean that.

Why does "I" refuse to face up to what I want?

Mingming stood outside together, watching the other party smile at the woman, his heart was already so sour that he wanted to tremble.

Why does "I" refuse to admit it?

"I" pretends to be picky and ashamed, but I sink so quickly.

The desire to be treated as that kind of person is clearly the same.

That kind of person, like that green head, sat right across from him, accepting all gentlemanly demeanor, and looking at people with undisguised longing.

Not as pets, as innocent children, but as men, aggressive men who desire to be alone with each other.

Wanting to be scared, to be nervous.

Only in this way can it be regarded as being truly loved.

It really doesn't understand, it really wants to.

So it has to be told to those who have the means.

The one who has a way is him.

I am you and I am him.

There was no sound in his mind, and he stared blankly at the night sky for a while.

Colorful light beams and far-reaching laughter.

It lowered its head and smelled the fragrance of the shimmering rainbow of diamonds in its bosom, which is the smell of a lover's love that is as constant as a diamond, so it raised the corners of its lips slightly, like a happy child seeing fantasy in a match.

Then it closed its eyes.