Royal Heartthrob [Interstellar]

Just as Brand was enriching his common sense knowledge in his study, a war about his becoming the prince had already started on the optical brain.

The influence of this incident was so great that it almost paralyzed the optical brain system. It was not until the country activated the backup system that the collapse was delayed.

But this is just a drop in the bucket.

Although some dukes in Xi'an Kingdom had already turned to the Second Prince, but the huge number of worms was not something they could simply resist.

This is also because although there are overwhelming laws on the issue of female and male insects, the country is still very enlightened about the freedom of insect people to participate in national affairs.

This is the disadvantage of democracy. Suspending the throne is basically empty. Every move has to be done under the eyes of the people, and the slightest thing will be criticized.

In the past, the royal family could turn a blind eye. After all, there are very few people who are so united. Most of the time, some of them are unwilling, some don’t care, and some agree. Such bills and orders can be promulgated very happily.

It's just that this time, it's not like what Phil Lost thought. The considerable number of subfemale and female insects on the optical brain objected wildly as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and they must give an explanation from the royal family.

The unmarried females and females in some dukes' homes also began to keep asking about their male and female fathers, and tried to make sure that the male father had to talk to the current emperor Phil Lost when he went to court. Choose the eldest prince whom everyone expects.

The duke, who had already chosen the second prince, wiped the sweat from his forehead, unable to express his suffering.They were all thinking about a question, if in the future they knew that they were on the other side of the arena against the First Prince, would these females and subfemale cubs resent him.

At present, the royal family and the duke are in a hot water, but it is a pity that Brand is reading a book leisurely in his palace.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt that this Zerg was really a strange race, and it could fly into the sky with its light wings. Generally, the females' bodies were very hard, and even if they were hit by the terrible impact of a sniper cannon, they would not die.

Furthermore, the female worm's combat ability is very strong, and when she uses her wings, her movements are very fast, and it is impossible to be hit by a sniper cannon. If she is hit, it must be an assassination attempt.

After closing the pages of the book, Brand took a sip of a cup of refreshing Pu Le tea that was on hand, feeling refreshed.

Puye tea tastes very refreshing. Drinking it into the throat, it seems to clean the throat. It is refreshing and very moisturizing.

Thinking of the Tianxin scented tea that Feila brought to him earlier, his whole body trembled. It wasn't that the taste was too strange, but it was too sweet. I really didn't know what Feila meant by throwing that scented tea to him.

Thinking of Fella's obedient face, Brand began to let go again. What happened yesterday was still vivid in his memory, so that now he still doesn't know what expression to use when facing this female servant.

Do you want to be more shy when you pouted your butt and said something like "Please enjoy the hero?"

He twisted his temples, and lay on his back on the sofa chair holding the wooden cup.The sofa is made of a hard material, but it is just right for Brand. Reading will not be too tiring, but it will not make him feel sleepy.

He thought of the physiological books he had read before, and thought that the female attendant might be physically impatient.

There is a sentence in the book that he highlights—after reaching a certain age, the body of the female insect will be extremely suitable for conception and pregnancy, so the body will change its sexual function and produce water automatically.

He sighed, feeling that it is very difficult to have a female servant. He originally planned to get a divorce to solve all the troubles directly, but later found that the divorce was not fair to the female, so he planned to keep him slowly. Get along, don't want to get along with each other, just want to get along with brothers and love each other, but never thought that this female would like him so much.

That's right, he came to this conclusion because it was written in the book that female insects are born to be brave, and they always only subdue the strong. They naturally have the instinct to pursue the strong.

Well, I'm a strong man, so my maid fell in love with him.

Reasonable reasoning, Brand was dumbfounded by this conclusion.

Frowning, he was drowsy with the wooden cup in his hand, and he didn't know why, he was always sleepy recently, and he didn't know the reason, anyway, he couldn't get enough sleep every day, otherwise he wouldn't be able to wake up in the morning can't get up.

Rubbing his eyes, his eyes were blurred, open, close, open, close...

Brand fell into a deep sleep.

Feila knocked on the door of the study only when she planned to make a cup of hot tea again by the hero.It's a pity that he knocked several times, but the hero didn't answer.

Curious, but also a little worried, he quietly walked into the door again.As soon as he entered the door, he saw the hero with his head tilted, but holding a wooden cup of tea firmly in his hand.

The broken hair on the front of the forehead was slightly raised, looking silly, inexplicably cute.Feila couldn't help but glanced again, feeling a little itchy in his heart, he stepped forward, raised his hand and quietly picked up the wooden cup in the male's hand, but before he could put the wooden cup aside, The body was pulled by a burst of force.

Feila habitually wanted to throw that force away with an over-the-shoulder throw, but immediately remembered that the force must have come from the hero, so she forcibly withdrew her own strength.

The consequence of this was that he fell directly on the hot chest of the hero.

Fira's hair was a little disheveled, and he was forced to support the hero's chest with both hands, while his head was on top of the opponent's fiery chest.The powerful heartbeat in his left chest came clearly from his ears, and the heat was rising steadily, making him feel a sense of trembling from the bottom of his heart for no reason.

The heat radiated from the opponent's heart, gradually passed to his ears, then his cheeks, and finally spread to his whole body.His whole body was stiff, and the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of the hero, which made him feel relieved for no reason.

During the three years that the hero was in a coma, just looking at the peaceful sleeping face of the other party made him feel that there is hope in life, and now he is a living hero.

He took a deep breath of the hero's scent, rubbed his head against the other's chest, the touch was very soft, it was the texture of the hero's clothes, if it was the hero's skin, the touch would probably be even better.

He stretched out his hand and tried it a little, but he didn't dare to put it into practice.

Burying her head into the hero's chest, kneeling on the edge of the small sofa, between the legs of the hero, Feila felt really, really at ease—probably because of the inexplicable smell on the hero's body that soothes the nerves.

He became groggy and didn't notice Brand's movement at all.

Brand opened his eyes at the moment Fela fell into a deep sleep. He had just woken up when the female on his chest moved his feet. He just felt that opening his eyes would be embarrassing at this time, so he closed them. say.

The chest is very heavy, and you don't need to think about whose head it is.He is too familiar with Fella's smell, from the very beginning... no, it should be very familiar from a long time ago.

He reached out and touched the soft long hair of the other party. The hair felt smooth to the touch. When he lifted it between his fingers and looked at it, he always felt that it still reflected a faint light. The flaxen hair had a great color, and it slightly changed under the light. a feeling of.

Perfect hair.Brand made a judgment, and he gently lifted the other person's body up to make him lie down more comfortably. He then embraced the other person with both hands, and then picked up the books next to him to read again.

In this posture, as long as you lower your head slightly, you can smell the refreshing shampoo on the other person's hair. It doesn't have any fragrance, it's just refreshing, but it suits Brand's preferences.

Obviously it's only been a few days together, but it feels like we've known each other for a long time, it's familiar and reassuring.

On this point, they are consistent, which is probably also a kind of telepathy.

Fingers caressing the soft hair of the other party, while moving, while looking at the Zerg characters on the page in his hand, and using the power of the breeze to turn the pages.

The breeze swept by, and the pages of the book turned steadily, but in the same way, it also blew Fella's long hair, but it was quickly tidied up by Brand's fingers.

Brand rested his chin on the opponent's head, but the movements of his hands remained unchanged, as if he didn't know he was tired.In this peaceful environment, time passed by every minute.

When Fira woke up, she was still in Brand's arms, her body was wrapped by another strong and strong body, and even her feet were tightly imprisoned by the other party, he wanted to raise his head , but his head was hit by the opponent, and he couldn't move at all.

The fragmentary sound of pages being turned by his ears made his scalp twitch.The hero is awake?

Why did you fall asleep by yourself?

He secretly scolded himself a few words, then calmed down and reminded the hero softly. "The hero..."

He didn't dare to speak too loudly. In fact, he liked this posture very much, and he also liked to be intimate with his hero, but the hero probably wouldn't be very comfortable in this posture, would he?

He moved slightly, wanting to ask the hero to let go of himself, but unfortunately the hero didn't let go at all, instead he exerted more force.

"The hero?" Feila asked suspiciously. He really wanted to look up at the expression of the hero, but it was useless to be framed here.

"Fila." The voice of the hero was above his head, and the gas was blowing on his head, making the top of his head itchy.

Fela held her breath and listened to the other party's next words.

"You like me very much?" Brand's voice was intoxicated and charming, as deep as snow water dripping and melting in a cave.

Feila's heart twitched violently because of this, and he didn't even know what kind of reaction he should have.

Should I nod?Should I nod immediately?

He recalled the joy of being told that he was the one hit by the First Prince, and the heart pounding feeling when he met the First Prince for the first time, but what came with it was the anguish that the First Prince didn't see him in his eyes.

That's right, the eldest prince is the idol of all the females of the Zerg race, and he is not exempt from it.

He is married to his idol, and this idea is the reason why he persists—the deepest reason for him to abandon his freedom, the name of major general, and all opportunities for promotion in the future.

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