Why is the waste prince like that?

Lanser never expected that he hid the teacher's mission from his boyfriend and came to investigate Ji Ye Xing's research institute, and then temporarily stayed in Si Kou Xing and waited for the news for a few days, when he saw the daily news, Her boyfriend's handsome face is known throughout the empire.

In the new year and new weather, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince came to Sikouxing to visit the elders of the Stasha family!

He stared at the light screen for ten seconds, and then switched to his contact page. The message before going to bed last night has not been replied yet.

It's not a big problem, it should be a coincidence.

Just as he was lucky enough to finish his thoughts, there was a knock on the door.

Lancer was startled subconsciously, but then he realized that this should be the breakfast he had ordered, so he felt relieved.

He paused for a while before opening the door, feeling a little uneasy, and wanted to turn on the monitor outside the door.

Who knew that as soon as Lanser turned on the power button, the person outside the door spoke. The person who came had an elegant and authentic accent from the central area of ​​the empire.

He seemed to laugh, and then lowered his voice and pretended to be threatening: "Imperial Guard, open the door."

Outside the door, the personal guards stood five steps away, trying to pretend to be deaf and dumb, not seeing the shocking gossip of the crown prince for a few hours after he landed, and waiting until early in the morning to date his lover after seeing the elders, and not hearing His Royal Highness pretending to be an imperial guard The team flirts with the lover's drama.

Oh, the door opened, and a white and thin hand belonging to a man stretched out, grabbed the tie of His Highness the Crown Prince, and then ruthlessly dragged him in.

Alas, I don't know how long I have to wait.

He obviously hadn't seen her for dozens of hours, but he actually thought that way.

Samir barely had a rest last night. He rushed over overnight and had to meet the elders of his mother clan. He probably woke up after less than four hours of sleep. Although he was always energetic, he never thought he would be so excited.

I didn't expect such a warm welcome.

Nose bumped nose tip, teeth bit lip, tongue tip hit teeth, Samir's neck was hooked off, and he held his face and kissed wantonly, what else he was going to say was thrown into the alien galaxy, and he just responded to his lover's words enthusiasm.

"Bang!"

The two froze, turned their faces away at the same time, and looked at the kitten who came out of the bathroom.

"Oh." Fei Rui's calm kitten face was full of unintentional interruption, and it rattled towards the door.

Samir accidentally freed a hand to hold someone, and opened the door for it.

Fei Rui nodded to him, and then walked out of the room with small steps.

Samir was still thinking about whether he hadn't woken up yet, but his lover, who was not guarded by the elders, jumped up and hung on him, and while playing with his golden hair, he complained: "The schedule is so fast, you can't sleep much After a while, you will be the hardest squeezed laborer of the empire."

When he said this, he completely forgot that the ultimate reward of his beloved object was an entire empire.

Samir was a little startled by him, but then shy and happy to be warmed by the warmth of his lover's thin pajamas. While supporting his surprisingly good at acting like a spoiled lover, he made sure that the other party didn't have to forcefully pinch his waist, while explaining Said: "After the end of last night, there are some things over there in the military department, and they will come as soon as they are dealt with."

For Samuel, apart from the fleshy cheeks and buttocks, the person in his arms was too thin, which reminded him a little dissatisfied of what the old maid had said to him.

Samir felt that if he had enough nutrition when he was young, nutrition would not only be used to grow taller.

Lancer likes his mature appearance, which is different from the childish Sammy's charm, which makes him inevitably become that childish person: "Is Stasha so urgent here? I don't feel sorry for you. No Sofa, go to the bed."

Samuel raised his head, this posture made his face rub against his lover's warm chest, and this realization made his cheeks start to heat up rapidly.

Lancer looked at his tall and handsome humanoid vehicle looking up at him, with shiny blond hair, soft light in his blue eyes, and a forbearing and docile expression: "They didn't rush me."

He looked very much like a large tame beast, and suddenly changed from the reliable and friendly Highness Samuer to his own Samy. Lancer kissed his forehead: "Who is urging you? You are really bad!"

Samir liked the way he occasionally pretended to be coquettish, and was completely hit by this kind of cuteness that he never thought he would appreciate before. He sat down by the bed with his lover in his arms, his heart trembled, and he pretended to act as a coquette. Calm down, then whispered.

"people."

Sitting like this, Lancer took a kneeling position on his lap.

Lancer froze for a moment, then tightened the corners of his lips to prevent the smile from leaking out.

"The people are not urging you."

Samuel followed suit: "I'm sorry, but I was in a hurry to meet the people."

The rebellious people pushed him down on the bed, and freely put the docile and large beast in a state of letting others do things to them. Then he leaned over and asked softly, "Do you still remember what the people said?"

Samir had already made up his mind not to be fooled easily by his lover like last time. Logically, he was a few years older than the other party, and he had been in the army for many years. Even conservatives should not be inferior to a young man who has just grown up .

He blinked, his golden-brown eyelashes fluttered a few times, and his voice was hoarse and low because of the warm cheek approaching by the other party: "Well, he said...brother, don't catch me anymore, I'm very shy...very simple, you call me the public When… I would think… you really want to be responsible for me…”

How can it be so cool to hear an older lover call you brother?

Lancer really felt what fishing is, and he had to kiss the other person's lips before he could ask, "Do you know what fishing means?"

Samuel stared at those innocent blue eyes in bewilderment.

"It means that you use some bad tricks to catch us people like fishing, and play with our feelings as cruelly as fish to be fried."

Samir's blue eyes widened in horror.

"There is absolutely no..." as if to assure the public.

But the young lover insisted: "You have, and it is very persistent and serious, it is simply too bad."

Samir was relieved, he suddenly realized that his lover was joking every time he used an honorific title, so his body relaxed a little, and there was a smile in his blue eyes.

"You know, the first time I saw you was on Empire Live, when... uh, people laughed at my hair, they said it looked dirty and evil."

But at this moment, Lanser seemed to turn to talk about another matter. He rested one hand on Samuer's chest, rising and falling slightly with his breathing, while the other hand was playing with Samuel's golden long hair that fell on the pillow. curls.

The curly, lustrous soft hair was held in the palm of his hand.

In a trance, Samuel felt that his heart might be tied to that strand of blond hair.

Being held and played with.

"At that time I looked at you, your hair is so beautiful, it is enviable, if I also have golden hair, can others give me a little more love?"

Samir couldn't hear the sufferings of his lover, so he stretched out his hand to wrap his waist, asking him to bend down and get closer to him, so as to relieve the heartache born of the pain he imagined his childhood lover had suffered.

"I...I'll cut it for you."

Lanser refused to do what he wished, instead he lowered his face, kissed the blush on the cheekbones of his cold-skinned lover lightly, and then said, "No need, because fate is so wonderful..."

His fingertips went down.

"Now these two things are in my hands."

Samuel's eyes widened again.

But he grabbed the other's presumptuous hand almost immediately, and said restrainedly, "Lan, you are still young."

Lancer felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured down at that moment, cooling the atmosphere instantly. He stood up on his knees, broke free from the shackles, and looked down at the opponent's eyes: "Look, this is trying to catch me."

"Or am I not attractive enough? But you've already hit my thigh."

"No." Samir blushed and denied it. He explained the reason from himself, "Because I... am a conservative, and the tradition of conservatives is to guard your body before marriage..."

He wanted to say that after he got married, he wanted to explain that it was good to keep his body before marriage, but the other party had already interrupted him.

Lancer narrowed his eyes, and at this moment he looked like a dangerous and beautiful little feline beast: "Oh, that means, for your future wife..."

He let the word linger on the tip of his tongue, tasting a bitter taste: "No... it's for the future queen of the empire... to guard her body?"

Samir didn't know what to do, he didn't think too much, and chose the answer that made him regret the most.

He nodded.

Seeing the other party nod his head, Lancer was silent for a moment. He never thought that he would feel so unhappy because of this kind of thing, so that he wanted to say something less decent.

But if you are not decent, you are not decent. Anyway, there will be no results. A love without results can't even be comforted by the body. He is too humble.

What kind of spiritual love? If he wanted spiritual love, wouldn't he go to an AI?

So he got out of bed, his expression became much calmer and colder: "I see, but on the contrary to you, I am not so pure a liberal."

"Before I confess, you should explain such an important issue."

He walked into the bathroom, and while picking up the toiletries that Fei Rui knocked down and couldn't get up, he calmly vented his unhappiness: "I won't fall in love on the premise of getting married, you know... there are more than 100 billion people in the entire empire. Man, if my boyfriend can't even take the time to love me..."

Through the translucent bathroom glass, Samir could easily recognize his young and handsome half face with distress.

"...I think I'll dump him."

In just a few seconds, there was another person in the bathroom, a tall man who could easily lift him, a regular exerciser.

The beds in this place are soft and firm enough to support any special use, which is bound to include a person being thrown into bed.

Lancer's head was still blank when he was thrown into the soft bed.

He then buried a head in the socket of his neck, accompanied by a heavy breath and a suppressed voice: "You shouldn't say such things, it will hurt other people's hearts."

Lancer came back to his senses, he did not deny that he had learned something from his teacher, and no one except the Department of Foreign Affairs could compete with the conductor when he talked sharply: "Sorry, I can't tell the difference from denying the sexual attraction of my boyfriend. , which is more hurtful, oh, no, this is for keeping chastity, indeed, what you said is right, of course precious things should be given to those who deserve them.”

His yin and yang strange energy obviously dealt a heavy blow to the opponent, making the opponent's body even heavier.

"You're still young...I have to respect you..." Samir heard what he meant, and explained in a low voice, "There is no other...worthy person..."

Lancer was taken aback, he was not someone who would be moved by a few words, but after feeling the emotion of the other party's honesty, he seemed to calm down: "I'm an adult, I think I understand what you mean, but if you just If you want spiritual support, you can actually...don't need to maintain a relationship, maybe..."

He didn't say any more, but Samir couldn't bear it anymore, he raised his face and stared into Lancer's eyes.

He remembered what the other party had said that night, and this memory made him feel even more wronged.

"Have you always thought this way? For you, can all this be given up?"

"Yes."

Lancer also looked at him. At this time, the expression on his face was closer to a kind of calm sadness than anger, and it made him feel relaxed to pour out: "So what if you don't give up? You may be better than others, better than Zita Well, Nabos is better than Princess Timani, but all of this does not belong to me in the end, and I am even more pitiful than their lover, so pitiful that only spiritual comfort is left."

Why does a man with a healthy body and no need to take any responsibility have to endure it? Whether it is because he doesn't like men at all or has other psychological obstacles, Lancer is not going to humiliate himself.

"I'm not the kind of person who can just walk away if I get dumped. I've been chased away by others many times, and I don't want to humiliate myself, but if it's just because I don't want my favorite pet to leave, please Don't say things like love so hastily."

Seeing his expression, Samir was helpless. He completely understood the reasons for those accidental coquettishness, demanding love words and even the current conflicts, which made him feel another kind of silent pain.

Most of what this relationship of unequal status brings him is happiness, but for the lover who has been giving, it is the active giving of happiness at the beginning, but what about later?

It is wanting more sense of security but not being satisfied, unable to learn more because of lack of qualifications.

He enjoys the gentleness wantonly, but his lover is worried about when he will be abandoned.

Samir thought of all the past he had known, and he realized that compared to the other party's gentle and meticulous treatment of the cat, and even secretly planning the future for the cat, he was simply a vested interest who only thought about it and did nothing.

No matter how much he doesn't want to accept it, he clearly knows that in this relationship, he is the one who can't quit at all, because he is the real and complete beneficiary.

A person who has not made any actual actions, and even once speculated and deceived the other party with the greatest malice.

He wants to give the other party a solid guarantee, but he must be a complete atheist, even if he swears to anyone, it is meaningless.

But there is an oath that does not require a god to be a witness.

When he thought of it, he got up in a hurry to untie his collar.

This appearance made Lancer feel sad, all the showdowns, he no longer felt that physical entanglement could change anything, he said in a low voice: "You know, even if you never meet love, people will not admit it wrong, we no need…"

He stopped talking because the other party took something out of his collar.

a ring.

There are two small cat ears on it.

It's too familiar, the inner circle must be engraved with the love words of number one in the mecha system.

This gift that was once given is now being used for something else.

"I have no other way to prove my heart to you, but if I have a wife, the empire will usher in a queen in the future..."

The video demonstrator of the Ninth Legion's basic training action turned over awkwardly, kneeling on one knee in a standard way, his noble head drooping in shame because of the shabby and crude ceremony.

He untied the knot, and Tianhuang Guigui carefully pinched the lower end of the ring with his fingertips, trembling because there was no real velvet box to hold.

"That's you, Lancer Forgia, I love you, if you are willing to take pity on me, please marry me."