Why is the waste prince like that?

There is one person who misses him.

Remember a dull, lost him.

Could there be anything more touching than this?

Yes, that's the man's voice.

"Your clothes are so cold."

Lancer said this, but he didn't mean to let go at all. Instead, he rubbed his hair at the temples affectionately.

He brought in the cold air all over his body, and then was wrapped in hot air.

"Are you busy recently? If you release my pigeons without saying a word, I will really get angry."

The body of the man who buried his head in his neck trembled.

At this moment, Samir actually thought in his heart, no matter what kind of emperor and prince he is, he will not be able to catch up with the emperor before meeting him.

The monarch pinched him and stabbed him, telling him to walk alone on the street, the cold wind piercing through his empty ribs.

Lancer hugged him and kissed him, giving him a corner to rest in, filling his chest with a hot heart.

But how to explain.

"I……"

"I lied to you," Lancer laughed, gently stroking his generous back, "I told you, I will never be angry with you again."

"But my Sammy, if one day you don't come again, you have to tell me, or I will wait a long time... a long time..."

This skeleton is so fragile, who can bear to let him suffer a little injury.

"No... won't..."

Lancer lowered his eyes, his expression was a little dark, and his tone was soft: "But in half a month, I'm going to participate in the competition, Sammy, will you miss me?"

Ever since Samir took over this body, he has never faced it directly. At that time, he laughed at the cat for its innocence and deceitfulness. At this time, he could not remember these words at all. Only the words of orange blossom and youth remained in his mind. He tightened his arms and leaned tightly against the young man, with a hoarse voice: "Yes...I will..."

"They said that they can communicate with their relatives and friends for more than ten minutes every night, and they will not be recorded."

Lancer held his arm, pushed the man leaning on him away a little, stared at his red nose for a while, and then said: "I want to call you, Sammy, can you? Will you answer?" ?"

What is the difference between Sammy and Samir?

There is a big difference between the words spoken by a person who speaks the common language standard and full of energy, but the tone is softer, with a little nasal sound, and it sounds infinitely close to Samir.

It's also good to be a cat's substitute, anyway, he wants it.

So the arrogance and vigilance cultivated by decades of hard work in the royal family education were forgotten by His Royal Highness Samuel who only listened to what he wanted to hear.

He showed his first real smile tonight, then nodded, and solemnly promised: "I will."

Lancer was dragged to the training ground by Mengluo the next day to prepare for the physical training for the competition. During the break, he received a message from Miss Qi Luolisi.

She seemed to know everything, so she didn't respond to the previous lingering message, but just pushed a contact.

Nicknames are simple and straightforward.

Samuel.

Lancer blinked, clicked Add, and found that this account didn't even have an ID number.

His application was sent, but there was no response for a while.

Lancer didn't care, he took a sip of water, and then glanced at Meng Luo, who was paralyzed on the ground and surrounded by several combat departments.

Da Congyuan's words have always been straightforward: "You are really weak."

Officer Da responded with a smile: "I heard that you ran last in the military training, is it true?"

Ai Zhu glanced at the two siblings cautiously, but said nothing.

Meng Luo's cuteness lies in his temper. He twitched his forehead and retorted righteously: "It's the 620th place, thank you!"

All of a sudden he was amused, Da Congshi laughed surprisingly low, he couldn't stop laughing.

After Aizhu finished her music, she felt embarrassed again, so she said to him very seriously: "Don't worry, I will try my best to protect you."

Da Congyuan stared at her face for a while, and said something softly, but no one heard her except her brother who was closest to her.

Da Congshi was slightly surprised, raised his eyebrows and did not speak.

Although he really wanted to ask, Yuanyuan, what does it mean to destroy them all?

Lancer only looked at Zhinao at night, and found that it had passed the verification, and the other party sent an official default greeting.

Hello, I'm Samir.

He searched for His Royal Highness Chu Jun on the star network, and found that the other party was probably on his way to the Fourteenth Star District at this passing time.

Passed on a spaceship.

By the way, His Highness should be using a special version of brain and communication software, even without an ID number, will it automatically send a default greeting?

Just as he was thinking, a message suddenly popped up on the chat interface.

Samir: Not tonight.

Lancer's eyelids twitched.

This feels so strange, the prince personally told him, wouldn't the prince feel displeased by it?

In other words, this account is not run by him himself?

Thinking this way is much more reasonable, and His Royal Highness should have taken measures.

Lancer thought about it, and replied with a very official sentence.

Star of the Empire, Meow Meow: Alright, thank you very much for letting me know, and greet Your Highness for me.

It should be ok, anyway, the opposite is not His Highness.

Samir unbuttoned his neck, threw his coat to the side attendant, and let him leave.

He sat down by the bed, and the entanglement with the officials of the fourteenth district made him feel a little tired, but he still turned on his brain before washing up.

After much deliberation, he still considered a safer opening statement.

After all, the current him is not the guy who lacked positive emotions before, blindly arrogant and arrogant, and will not interpret all the behavior of the other party as a temptation to himself.

Love is to be chased.

In terms of dating, he admits that he has no special skills, and he is not born with intelligence. Perhaps in this position, he is allowed to be perfunctory and arrogant in many things.

Only this person, no.

It is already difficult to maintain that kind of self-proclaimed in front of the other party.

At this point, he was determined not to accept that the other party pulled away and hugged other green hair or something.

He looked down at the light blond hair that had been praised so many times over his chest.

Not even mean Confederates would fault his blond hair.

Could green be prettier than it?

The other party didn't reply to his opening remarks. He hesitated for a while, remembering the request of the young man in his arms last night, thinking about it for a while, and sent a brief message.

After all, he is now the crown prince, so it is not safe to expose him rashly.

But I regret sending it out.

The tone was so blunt, as if he was giving instructions to his subordinates who had no friendship.

It should be softer, the preference in his heart is too full, and it should be more evenly distributed in the words.

Sure enough, I was misunderstood and received a very official and cold response.

But he stared at the second half of the sentence for a while, and his heart became very soft again.

He misses me, and maybe he thinks about what I'm doing now, as much as I do now.

It's just that like me, it hasn't been sent out.