The paper man I raised is a dragon boss

Han Yuan's knuckle-boned hand gently pressed against his cheek, and his callused fingertips gently rubbed all the way from his temples, and finally stopped at his earlobe.

Nan Xiao's ears became hotter, he faltered and answered in a low voice.

"...Will it touch your wound?"

"will not."

"That--"

A bit of cold softness gently stuck to the center of his brow, and a few wisps of scorching breath escaped from the corners of Han Yuan's lips, blowing over his eyelashes, bringing out a few itchy shudders.

Nan Xiao closed his eyes subconsciously, and instead hugged Han Yuan's hand and tightly grasped the corner of his clothes.

The heart was beating extremely fast, beating the eardrum one after another.

After the pious kiss, the other party's breathing became a little heavier, and Nan Xiao heard Han Yuan ask in a hoarse voice.

"Your Highness?"

He lifted his jaw slightly.

The cold and astringent citrus fragrance has never been so strong, with a hint of possession, it almost completely soaks him in this smell.

Nan Xiao's face was so hot that he didn't have the nerve to answer. After waiting for two breaths, he quietly opened his eyes a little, and met the slightly curved corners of Han Yuan's lips.

The next moment, the other party's thin lips pressed against the corner of his lips.

A long and lingering kiss, when it was over, Nan Xiao could barely breathe, he lowered his head and breathed deeply for a while, only then was his blank mind somewhat clear.

After the thoughts cleared up, there were sporadic stings from the small cut on the corner of her lips that was bitten by the other party when she was emotional just now.

Nan Xiao rested his chin on Han Yuan's shoulder, feeling the other's body temperature enveloping him, his almond eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile spread across his face.

"...Are you a dog?"

There is no such thing as a protagonist in a novel who knows something without a teacher.

It's okay to kiss without any rules, and even bite...

Han Yuan smiled softly, lowered his head and lowered his eyes.

"I'm going to get medicine for His Highness."

"Do not--"

Nan Xiao pursed his lips guiltyly, and saw that Han Yuan's lips were also a little red and swollen, and even a little blood oozes from the cut at the corner of his lips, and he felt a little embarrassed.

It's not Han Yuan's fault that he co-authored.

He himself was not much better.

"I'll just cover it with lip balm...you should wear some too."

"it is good."

"It's not that I don't intend to let others know about our relationship, that is, that is—"

The cracked lip corners are too imaginative...

Suddenly someone rubbed the top of his head gently, and Han Yuan's knuckles passed through his hair, the force was very gentle.

Nan Xiao looked up at him, and the corners of his eyes and brows were dyed with a layer of temperature, as if the ice and snow that hadn't melted all year round finally showed signs of breaking through.

"I know, His Highness is just thin-skinned, it doesn't matter."

Ten minutes later, the waiter waiting outside the door looked at the two people who came out side by side, feeling that something was wrong.

He glanced at the little prince's face several times, and finally realized something.

Your Highness seldom uses skin care products, let alone cosmetics.

His Highness clearly hadn't painted anything on his lips before he entered, so why did he put on a thin layer of lipstick now!

Before the waiter had time to ask, he saw that the color of the lips of the Holy Son next to the little prince was not quite right.

The waiter's complexion changed a few times, and he managed to connect the two words lipstick and Han Yuan together, and couldn't help shivering.

This, this, this, what's going on? !

I never heard... Mr. Han Yuan still has such a habit?

"Prepare the starship, we are going to Prison No. [-]."

"Yes—Your Highness, are you going to prison? The environment there is damp and cold, I'm afraid it's not good for your health!"

Nan Xiao quietly turned his face to glance at Han Yuan beside him, and coughed lightly.

"I'm just going to interrogate the prisoner, I won't stay there for long, nothing will happen."

"But--"

Han Yuan grabbed the wrist of the little highness who had been peeking at him, pulled him to his side, and said calmly.

"If something happens to your Highness, I will take responsibility."

Along the way, from the pilot of the starship to the guard of the prison, they heard that the little prince was going to the prison to interrogate the prisoners. They persuaded and persuaded, and some even proposed to report to His Majesty.

Fortunately, Han Yuan was there, and anyone who wanted to stop him dared not stop him, so Nan Xiao successfully entered the cell where the murderers were held.

"Is Your Highness cold?"

"not cold."

Prison No. [-] is located on the outskirts of the imperial capital, and all the prisoners who have committed serious crimes are on death row, so the prison environment is not good.

The ground is covered with wet moss, the lights in the corridor are extremely dim, and with the scarlet rust on the iron railings on both sides, there is an indescribably eerie feeling.

The temperature seems to have dropped several degrees.

but--

Nan Xiao looked at Han Yuan, who should be considered his boyfriend now, with small movements in his hands and a slight bend in the corners of his lips.

Han Yuan condensed the water vapor around him along the way and dispersed it to one side.

The feeling of damp and cold has been reduced a lot, and the two of them are very close, and their body temperature blends together, so they won't feel cold.

"I'm really not cold, you are still injured, don't use the dragon's ability indiscriminately."

Han Yuan nodded docilely, and stopped as he said.

"Give me your hand."

Nan Xiao stretched out his hand, and the other party quickly put his hand together in the palm of his hand, and then stuffed it into the pocket of the military uniform coat he was wearing.

Such an obvious action that only couples would do made the prison guard who led them look away in a hurry, as if afraid of seeing something they shouldn't see.

The hand quickly warmed up under the other's body temperature.

Nan Xiao has been single for 20 years, and his skin is still very thin. He blinked his eyelashes a few times, blushed and lowered his voice.

"you……"

"Why are your hands so cold?"

Nan Xiao was taken aback for a moment, then answered subconsciously.

"It's an old problem. Because of the cold disease, my hands and feet are prone to cold all year round."

"When there is a chance, I will take you to the edge planet. There is a good doctor in the army, who is very good at treating some difficult and miscellaneous diseases."

Nan Xiao nodded and smiled slightly.

"it is good."

They stopped in front of a cell.

Assassinating the little prince of the empire is of course a felony. The few people imprisoned inside were handcuffed and shackled in shabby prison uniforms, squatting in the corner, looking like a few corpses.

"Your Highness, Lord Han Yuan, the prisoner is here, I'll go get the file right away, please do what you want."

The guards opened the cell door, and when they were inside, they locked the door again.

Nan Xiao fell into a coma for two days because of a fever, and didn't know much about the progress of the case, so he simply listened quietly to Han Yuan's words.

"I heard that you are unwilling to disclose the list of private troops that Yue Huaiying has placed in the Marginal Star Army?"

Han Yuan's cold voice resounded faintly in the cell, and the few people squatting in the corner finally had some reactions.

The dead soldier carrying the explosives was shocked, as if he couldn't believe it. When he looked up and saw Han Yuan's face, his whole body trembled immediately, as if he was sifting chaff.

A corner of the cell was dimly illuminated by a pale overhead light.

The flickering light depicts Han Yuan's deep-lined facial features and brows.

Nan Xiao saw Han Yuan's gentle look, but he didn't feel anything.

But he saw the fear of these prisoners. In their eyes, Han Yuan was probably no different from Shura who climbed up in hell to claim his life.

"I, we are just following orders, what, what private army list, we really don't know..."

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