Royal Heartthrob [Interstellar]

One thing Feila thought was right. The moment Feila knelt down, Brand really wanted to leave immediately.

Man...the female has gold under her knees, how can she just kneel?

He frowned, looking at the female kneeling on the ground.Flaxen-colored hair, long hair draped over his shoulders, making his already thin cheeks even thinner, his face was pale, and his lips were a little peeled.

Feila's skin color is beautiful, it is a yellowish honey color, completely different from Brand's fair skin, but it makes him secretly envious.

This is what men should be like, Brand thought.

Of course, it would be nice if the female was more robust.

Feila's current appearance was very haggard. It seemed that a gust of wind could blow him down, and the loose cloth on his body made him even weaker.

And the clothes were really not that good. Looking at it from this angle, he could just see the skin on Feila's chest, and he could even see the two points on the chest clearly.

It's pink and very small.

Brand frowned, hesitating at his sudden thought.

This is not the first time he has fantasized about the body of a Zerg female. Could it be that he has such a desire/dissatisfaction?And still facing a Zerg?

——Of course Brand couldn't understand, because he was a male, and it was natural for him to be attracted to females.

In fact, Brand felt that the smell of this Zerg was not annoying to him, and even made him feel very familiar, but Brand still resisted a little.

Brand had already smelled the other person when he was at the door. If it was another Zerg, he would have been dissatisfied, but obviously this smell did not disgust him.

Although he didn't understand why this guy had to stand at the door for so long, but it was Feila's wish, and he didn't need to ask the bottom line.

So he shifted his gaze from the opponent's chest to the graceful neckline of the Zerg, and said: "I heard that you took care of me when I was unconscious."

This is the conclusion he got from the words of the servant next to him. Although the words of the servant are full of criticism against the female servant, he has not been substituted for the emotion of the other side, but just picked out the facts and remembered them.

Feila didn't dare to raise her head, and she didn't even dare to breathe, "Yes, this is the duty of a female waiter."

"Well, thank you." Brand thanked the female worm for taking good care of her body.

This is a very normal thing in Brand's mind, and he should be grateful for being taken care of. After all, he doesn't know each other at all.But Feila didn't think so.

He stiffened his spine in a little shock, sneaked a glance at the hero, but only saw the hero's delicate chin, then lowered his head again.

Maybe it was his illusion, he felt that the awakened hero had a strange magical power.

For three years, he has been looking at the hero—even through a layer of translucent coffin boards, so he is very familiar with the appearance and body of the hero.

I don't know if it's ironic, but after the hero fell asleep, Feila felt that he was closer to the hero.

"This is the duty of the female servant, and the male master does not need to worry about it."

Brand leaned on the rattan chair behind him, the breeze was blowing in from the window, and the light gauze curtains were dancing with the wind.This is the window he destroyed before. Although the ground has been cleaned, the window needs to be customized.

The windows are glass made of a special material from Sean Country, so it is impossible to break it logically, but Brand's natural power made the impossible possible.

The glass block that the royal family has not replaced in recent days can only wait for a few days.

Brand's posture was very casual, although his eyes always glanced at the two points under the opponent's fabric from time to time.

He cares a little. "You only have this dress?"

Fira was a little puzzled, until he noticed the hot gaze of the hero, he thought about it seriously, guessed the meaning of the hero and answered. "If the hero wants to destroy this dress, it doesn't matter, I have a change of clothes."

One of the rules of female paternity: always satisfy the males in need.

Brand was silent for a moment, "It's okay, I don't intend to destroy your clothes."

He never thought that a simple question of his own would develop into a strange momentum.

Feila was puzzled, and raised his head slightly, as if he was asking what the hero meant.

But the moment his gaze met Brand, Fira was stunned.

Under the breeze, the hero leaned leisurely on the wide wicker chair, with short cut blond hair swaying in the wind, full forehead, straight nose bridge, and thin lips, noble as the Westerners who came out of the Bible. gods and demons.

His right foot hangs above his left knee, and a thick book is spread flat on his right hand and right knee.

The surface of the book is pure dark blue, with elegant and restrained gold lacquer strokes.Several Zerg texts are extremely clear - "Zerg Law".

Fela was taken aback, lowered her head, and smiled wryly.

The hero must punish him properly.

I heard that some males like perverted games. He thought that his hero didn't like these things, but now it seems that the hero is also a little interested.

He knelt on the ground expressionlessly, and then took off his shirt.

Brand was about to put the book in his hands aside first, and let the female who was kneeling on the ground stand up and talk, but the next moment, he saw the female began to take off her clothes neatly.

His mind went blank for a second.

Brand:? ? ?

Fela raised her eyes and glanced at the hero whose face remained unchanged, even a little calm, bit her lip, stood up, and completely tore off her pants.

He threw the soft clothes aside, leaving only a pair of underwear, and tensed his muscles, waiting for the punishment of the hero.

The temperature is not low, but Feila feels that the skin is very cold, and the bottom of the heart is even colder.

There was still no movement in the air.Fela thought bitterly, if the hero didn't feel that he hadn't taken off completely enough?

After a half-circle in his mind, he immediately stood up and tore off the last layer of fig leaf without hesitation, then put the shorts aside with a slightly red face.

Just as he was about to continue kneeling, he heard the voice of the hero in a low hoarse voice.

"Put your clothes on."

Feila looked up suspiciously, and then asked, "The hero wants me to be punished wearing clothes?"

Brand was silent, and the friendly smile that he wanted to pull out could no longer be pulled out. "Put it on!" There was a trace of anger in his voice.

Feila immediately heard the emotion in the hero's voice, and immediately put the clothes thrown aside obediently back on her body.

Only then did Brand calm down. He stared at Fela getting dressed, and then knelt down again, making a sound immediately. "Stand."

There was a hint of order unconsciously in his tone - because he knew that only with orders would the female in front of him suffer well.

Sure enough, this time the female did not defy him again and stood up straight.

When Brand saw it, he knew that this female must have received systematic training, because those who came out of the army were always different.

But how could I know so clearly?Brand was a little puzzled. He summed up all the previous puzzles, put them deep in his heart, and thought about them later.

Brand stood up slowly and walked in front of the other party.

Feila only felt a kind of pressure from top to bottom, which made him tremble all over.It is a kind of repulsion among the strong, just like hounds enclosing their own territory, there will be a special connection between each strong, allowing them to feel each other.

He tried to relax his tense muscles, trying to make himself look softer.

Fortunately, he looks very haggard now, and there is still some advantage in pretending to be weak—it's just that when he gets better, he probably won't have the advantage.

"Lord..." Feila wanted to pull out a smile, but it was very stiff and ugly.

Brand looked at the other party's distorted face, and couldn't help pulling out an irresistible arc.

No way, the expression is really funny.

Fira stared blankly at the subtle smile that passed away quietly, extremely pleasantly surprised.

Brand stretched out his hand to touch the other person's silly appearance, then suddenly his face changed drastically and he quickly pulled back, staring persistently at his palm and began to stare.

"Lord?" Fela was confused by the touch, but she was delighted in her heart.

Brand looked deeply at the handsome female in front of him, and then suddenly seemed to remember something, completely ignoring the other's stunned situation, and went straight out of his dormitory.

The bedroom door was slammed shut, and Feila subconsciously closed her eyes. There was a loud "bang" that shook his heart.

He turned his head to look at the wood-grained door that the hero had left, his amber eyes were open, and he was speechless.

He thought silently, could he have offended the hero again?

After hesitating on the spot for a while, he finally knelt down resolutely in front of the bedroom door, hoping to be forgiven by the hero.

Everything today was so shocking that he was in a trance all the time. It was only at this moment that he felt his feet return to the ground and had some sense of reality.

Slowly closing his eyelids, he sincerely wished that he would not offend the hero on the first day he woke up.