[Comprehensive Anglo-American] To be a king can save the world

Dick deliberately cooperated with the demons to prevent Ryan from leaving.

He pretended not to understand why Ryan reacted just now, and worriedly circled Ryan asking questions.

Ryan knew what Dick was thinking, but Dick didn't know that Ryan could actually see the demons, and even knew how the demons were born.

Ryan pretended to be touched by something invisible.

This obviously amused Dick, otherwise he shouldn't have delayed as much as possible to prevent Ryan from turning around and going back to the room.

Ryan held his breath and calmed down. He pretended to be innocent and asked, "...what's the matter with you? Grayson."

Ryan's seemingly calm questioning tone could not hide his impatience. He hoped that Dick would be fine, and then let him turn around and go back to the room, or something else. In short, get out of the way, leave with his demons, and let him alone people stay here.

But he knew it was impossible, because Dick Grayson 'didn't' know what happened to Ryan, so he 'didn't know' how distressed Ryan was, and he 'didn't see' that there were invisible hands on him face to harass the person in front of him.

Dick Grayson was just functioning as naturally as he gave everyone the impression that he was nosy and concerned about Ryan preventing Ryan from going back to the room or leaving Wayne Manor, it wasn't 'Deliberately trying to make things difficult for Ryan.

Dick lowered his eyes, the extremely dazzling and most sensitive bright colors in front of his eyes, he couldn't look away.

Ryan leaned his back against the door, which did not prevent those cold hands from reaching into his warm clothes, touching his delicate skin, and wandering around looking for the sensitive spots on the outside of this body.

And because the hands are too cold, it could be that Dick is watching himself being violated.

This made Ryan's body hotter and more sensitive than usual. Just the icy fingertips passing over the protruding ribs on his waist made him bow his waist uncontrollably, almost controlling his body. I can't help but want to tremble.

Fortunately he was leaning against the door, otherwise he would have fallen in front of Dick by now.

Ryan thought his expression was indifferent and calm enough, just like before.

Little did he know that in Dick's eyes, Ryan had already looked defeated.

Sweat has already wetted the relatively short curled hair, and it is tightly attached to the forehead. The expression is pretending to be calm, and the eyes are dyed with a rippling water color, like a swaying small boat reflected in the cold moonlight. On the surface of Lake Lucerne, why is Ryan not that small boat?

The corners of the eyes were flushed into the hair, the pale cheeks were full of spring, and the lips were also bright red and moist, like the red fruit that had fallen into the pool, glistening with water.

It seems to be in a hurry and it seems to be very cool.

"You know, you are using the body of my favorite person, and there is a high probability that I will never have another favorite person." Dick sighed and said in a heavy tone.

It took Ryan a while to finally receive the message from Dick. Dick's voice seemed to come from a far away place, one of them was underwater and the other was in the sky.

"Huh?" Ryan asked subconsciously in a nasal voice, he didn't even look up at Dick, and he didn't understand what Dick meant.

The hand followed the lines of his muscles.

"Sir."

Dick's hoarse call made Ryan wake up. He raised his head and his pupils shrank slightly. His brain, which had already started to fall into chaos, was slowly turning, thinking about the meaning of this sentence.

Ryan's astonishment only made those eyes clear for an instant, and the next second they were covered with bewilderment and tumbling haze.

Ryan's body subconsciously tensed the muscles all over his body, his legs were drawn inward, and the firm and warm leg meat clamped Ryan Brea's hand.

His cold hands were sandwiched between his warm legs, Ryan Brea pressed his lips against the back of Ryan's ear and let out a comfortable sigh, and his lips brushed against Ryan's earlobe unintentionally.

In an instant, it turned red.

Ryan Brea glanced at Dick indifferently, and he casually blamed in Ryan's hoarse voice: "You scared him."

Dick's deep blue eyes stared at Ryan without blinking for a moment, as if he wanted to eat Ryan's ass, and he seemed to describe Ryan's appearance stroke by stroke in his heart.

Ryan almost squeezed the words out of his teeth. "Watch your words, Dick Grayson." Not out of anger, but for reasons Dick and Ryan understood.

"Can I just call you that? Brucey, I'm sorry. Sir, sir, I miss you so much."

Dick looked straight at Ryan, his voice was hoarse and hoarse, his eyes were bloodshot, hot and crazy, Ryan had never seen Dick like this.

Is this Dick Grayson after his lover died?

"He promised me that when his eyes were healed and he could see me, he would propose to me with a rose and a silver ring." Dick whispered, watching him hunched over from discomfort and looking short. Ryan at one end.

Immediately, Dick bent slightly, and held Ryan's subconsciously trembling cheek in his warm palm.

This action caused Ryan to subconsciously resist. Ryan Brea chuckled, and gently pinched Ryan's leg with moderate strength. This time he fell directly to the ground.

"He broke his promise." Dick sneered, his crown tightened, and every word he uttered suppressed his emotions.

These emotions were sealed and sunk in Dick's heart, and since Ryan appeared in front of him, they began to overflow a little bit, and now the sea has become its color.

"You became Bruce's fiancée, not mine, he lied to me."

Ryan narrowed his eyes, and the magic power in his hands began to condense. Dick's current state made him feel uneasy. He didn't know if Dick saw his identity, but he needed to get rid of the current situation immediately.

However, in the next second, Dick restrained his emotions and took back all the crazy love overflowing from his skin, expressions and words.

All this happened so fast that Ryan didn't even react, his hands were in the air, not knowing whether he should take out the weapon or not.

When the soaring adrenaline subsided, the desire brought by Dick's inner demons covered Ryan again like a tide.

Dick took out a small black velvet box from his trouser pocket. He opened the box, and inside lay a well-designed silver ring.

Ryan, who saw it, immediately noticed that their names were engraved on the inner ring of the ring.

Ryan Brea and Dick Grayson.

Ryan's pupils shrank slightly.

This is the ring that Dick prepared for him, but when was it prepared?Why didn't Dick tell him?

Suddenly, Ryan's heart moved.

He remembered when, at the end, he was hugging and kissing Dick, with some kind of small hard square against his stomach, so it was actually a ring box?

Dick wore new perfume that day, and the fabric of his clothes felt new.

So, Dick wanted to propose to himself that day?Ryan bit his lip, resisting the numb pleasure coming from the fingertips wandering around his waist, his chaotic brain reluctantly doing analysis.

Dick put away the emotion in his eyes, he looked at Ryan's flushed face, and showed a bitter smile: "I made this ring for the officer, I thought I could witness him wearing it into the wedding hall with me." In fact, it was the first to see 'him' and his father's engagement.

"I know, my officer is dead. I can't see that."

Ryan suppressed his panting, and looked at Dick puzzled, his sweat-drenched eyes could hardly see Dick's expression clearly.

"This is the ending, at least fulfill my dream, okay?"

Dick stretched out his hand, and slowly grasped Ryan's left hand from the bottom. Dick's hand was terribly hot, and Ryan shrank his fingers from the heat.

He refused in a hoarse voice: "...No."

Hearing this, Dick didn't continue to move, he stopped, staring at Ryan without saying a word.

After a while, after seeing that Ryan did not continue to refuse, his fingers passed through Ryan's fingers from below, and clasped Ryan's hand.

He took out the silver simple style ring, and slowly pushed Ryan's ring finger.

It was just the right size because it was Dick's custom size for Ryan's ring finger.

Ryan bit the tip of his tongue until a sweet smell of blood overflowed, mixed with saliva and transformed into a sweet taste that he swallowed.

I don't know how long Dick has kept the ring, or how many times he has taken it out to play with. The edge has been smoothed, but it still exudes the cold temperature of metal.

The silver ring was tightly wrapped around Ryan's slender ring finger. Under the sunlight, the diamond exuded dazzling brilliance. Ryan curled his fingers unconsciously. The fingers that had never worn a ring were particularly repelled by it. Ryan could feel how tightly the ring was clasped, like a bondage.

The meaning of the ring finger, the blood vessels are connected to the heart, symbolizes the loyalty to love and marriage, communicates with the lover, and is close to the heart. The simpler meaning is that you are already married.

Dick held Ryan's left hand, knelt down on one knee, and stared at Ryan's left hand with burning eyes.

The hand that has been wrapped in the black armor for a long time is like a piece of carefully carved jade, the phalanges are clearly defined, and every piece of skin that is slightly wrinkled because Ryan wants to bend his fingers is just right, and the back of the hand is even more white and transparent. The blue lines under the skin are clearly visible.

The silver, simple-style ring was tightly locked on the ring finger, and Le's ring finger, which had never been bound by anything, was slightly red.

And following the jade-like back of his hand upwards, Lean's fair cheeks were peachy, his eyelashes that should be thick but distinct were stained with tears or sweat, and the rippling water in his eyes even printed Not knowing what Dick looked like, he bit his lower lip tightly, trembling uncontrollably, as if he was extremely happy.

No matter how many words to describe beauty at this moment, they all turned into one sentence in Dick's mind, a monotonous word.

Dick said softly, "It's beautiful."

"My officer, my...wife."

As he said that, Dick took Ryan's hand, gently brought it to his lips, and kissed his ring finger.

The slightly cool and plump lips pressed against Ryan's ring finger brought him a burst of cooling comfort. He was too hot, and his body was already soaked in sweat, so he subconsciously moved his finger forward.

Dick, whose lower lip was hit by Ryan's finger, paused for a moment, and took the cold ring in his mouth kindly, along with part of Ryan's knuckles.

In the blink of an eye, Ryan thought of Dick kissing his fingertips in the past few nights. These memories were like a hammer hitting Ryan's heart hard, waking him up.

Ryan frowned and withdrew his hand, because the demon was still moving, he couldn't exert any strength, and was forced to let out a muffled groan.

"What are you doing?" The voice was a little tired, but more angry.