Why is the waste prince like that?

"are you cold?"

While using the temperature to lower his body temperature, Lancer finally asked.

Samir was silent for a moment, and then said softly: "No."

At this moment, they were walking side by side, going out from the other end of the rose maze. One grew up in the palace, and the other had paid close attention to the model of the palace.

It must be very easy to get out of this maze that doesn't actually work to trap others.

Winter nights are not friendly to two adult men who have a regular exercise program. They have just established a relationship, and this kind of care is actually very useful to Samuel.

But he always felt that it was a bit weird, he didn't know where it came from, and he didn't know what it was, but he deeply suspected that it was due to his own bad response.

In such an obvious hinting context, he actually didn't say anything, he was just blushing, his palms held the perfectly curved back of the other's head, and he lowered his head again, kissing the source of the other's magic power.

This unprepared kiss destroyed the other's ease, forcing the other to let out a gasp.

Then the other party blushed calmly and took out a handkerchief, wiped each other's lips, and then they walked side by side, neither of them saying a word.

Is this a confirmed relationship?

While thinking about it, Samuel peeked at the other party's quiet face.

Until the other party caught his gaze and looked over.

Lancer looked at the slightly awkward handsome face of his new boyfriend, and then he smiled slightly, asking like every ordinary gentle boyfriend in the world: "Sammy, are you cold?" He looked like It's like taking off your coat right now.

Samir instantly understood where this strange feeling came from, and the impact was so great that he didn't know whether he should cheer for the confirmation of the relationship or be angry that the other party put him in the girlfriend position.

He was 24 years old, and half a head taller than the young man next to him, a circle stronger than the other party, with obvious signs of exercise, and the other party showed his slightly immature demeanor at this time.

He wasn't really angry either, but he was somewhat at a loss.

In other words, he didn't enjoy it.

So he had a lot of back and forth in his mind, and finally he asked: "Do you... treat me as a girl?"

Because he still remembered the other party's mate selection criteria, which was a very feminine frame, except for blue eyes and a good temper that he showed as much as possible, there was almost nothing suitable for him.

His greatest strength, perhaps, was the honesty he showed when he was Sammy, so even though it was a bit difficult for him, he still hoped to do it, so that the other party felt that he was the right person.

They happened to stop at a fork in the road. When Lanser heard this, his eyes widened: "Of course not, why do you think so?"

He couldn't help but look up and down at his boyfriend, wondering if this was really what a man with a mobile armor said?

Samuel suddenly felt that he had made a fool of himself, so he could only purse his lips and signal to turn left.

The silence in the labyrinth could not calm the inner voice at this moment.

Samir lowered his eyes, and he continued: "Because, maybe, I'm not the kind of... lover you expected."

"Maybe, you like Sammy better than me, he is very considerate, he is very good, and I..."

Lancer didn't look at him, he turned his head and looked at Rose: "Samir, I read a very cute idea in Opon Liwen's introductory science book."

He called each other by their first names.

"The Ombrians believe that in a person's life, for a period of time, he will fully reveal his own self, and then this period of time will be frozen until the next decisive period of time for this self to grow, but some people None of them waited for this decisive moment. And we know that the mental body is the id, so the Obonoli thought that they could use that time to describe their id."

"So, Samuel, what period of time did you freeze?"

Samir stared at his ears, white and small, on the side of his thick black sideburns.

It was inappropriate, but he first thought of a puppy, white and small, warm. When his mother was recovering from a serious illness, his father strode over him, and the uncle who followed him took out a puppy from behind. white puppy.

A hound, but still weak and in need of protection.

And it's not that kind of weak protection, but it's a pity that Samir can only give it that.

Because he is no stronger than this puppy.

One year after getting it, after his mother's funeral, and at his father's third wedding, before all the unpleasantness began, the puppy was thrown into the fountain and pushed into the pool again and again.

Its once white and soft fur, gentle and clear brown pupils full of attachment, were finally buried by mud.

It's a pity that the only person who attended its funeral was its disgraceful little master.

Samirdo knows that this is an overly private topic, and people keep their spiritual bodies secret for various reasons, perhaps to prevent the current situation.

But he said, "Five years old."

He saw the other person turning his head, and he heard the other person's voice, but he was not sure where the voice came from, whether it was from the lips and teeth he had just kissed, or from the gentle and clear black eyes.

"So, you think, I'm in love with you at the age of five?"

At this moment, Samir admitted that his thoughts stagnated, or diverged.

He recalled those abnormal self-sarcasms about cats, and he thought, so, this is his displeasure with a young, innocent self, his accusation of turning back, for a frozen period of time.

In other words, I won't allow you to be so stupid as to hold your heart out and let others trample on it.

But he never thought that someone would accept the sincerity of the beast, store it carefully, bake it into a very hot one, and then fill it back into his chest.

Immediately after, he tried to explain stumblingly: "No...this..." But how to explain this.

But Lancer lowered his eyes, his voice was gentle and soothing: "Actually, there is nothing wrong."

Samuel looked at him: "What?"

The little boyfriend turned around again, fiddled with a half-opened little rose with his fingertips.

"When did you appear in the public eye? The most eye-catching live broadcast of the empire? At that time, you were 12 years old and you were established as the crown prince?"

He went on to say: "Before, anyway, after the age of five, as a prince who is no different from the other two highnesses, Samuel, I have been paying attention to you since a long time ago, and I know that this attention is insignificant. But isn't that a kind of love?"

"I was very young at that time, but you were not much older than me. I like the way you walk up step by step. I like your smile. I love everything about you. You may not know what you have given me, but Samuel, from the first time you appeared in my field of vision, when I was weak and confused, I saw your golden hair, your blue eyes, and the difference between you and your brothers. At that time, I start loving you."

Samir found that the cool wind had no effect on him at all, because the rainwater would be evaporated by the hot air before it got close to the magma.

He couldn't see the other person's expression clearly, he was silent for a moment, and only said his only hesitation: "This is love..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a perfectly blooming rose was blown down by the wind, and fell rustlingly. Lancer let it fall in his palm.

He straightened up: "Who can say that this is not a kind of love?"

"I have everything you have in the eyes of the public, Samuel. From your first appearance, your images, written materials, your achievements, and even other people's evaluation of you, at that time, I was indeed just an insignificant looking up to you. But I can also say that among the thousands of people who look up to you, perhaps I know you best.”

"In all my collections, there is Samir, age six, from an interview with his teacher Lyudic, Samir, age 12, from his own speeches, and Samir, age 22, From the video, even, 24-year-old Samir, from the man in front of me."

"There is only one Samir, a Samir that others will never get, before the age of five, a carefree, enthusiastic and lively Samir, a Samir who always has the courage to love, I am very fortunate, There was something about me that attracted him, he chose me."

"I've been thinking about this for the past few days, and now I understand," he turned around, with a little pleasure on his lips, trying to insert this self-trapping rose into the buttonhole of the other's chest, but only Can only be stuck with a button, "He is my Samuel, and the last piece of my Samuel puzzle."

Lancer's hard-working fingers were held by another warmer hand, so the joy on his lips spread, and he continued: "I love every piece of him, and I love his wholeness, he is my sun, is My ever-burning star, if there is any difference, it must be because I am not a good painter."

"So, can we now walk a real way out?"