Excuse me, I'm a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

Monty stared at him, holding his face as if he was going to sleep, "Look where you are?"

With his head slightly lowered, Nedland saw that the place where his hands were trying to support himself to prevent himself from slipping was a piece of golden shelter, and what he was sitting on was a bulging suede, which was soft.

"You like it." Monty grabbed his hand and touched the jewel inlaid on the throne. Netherlands quickly understood where he was sitting. It was a silver portrait. Netherland took it and found that his physical strength was difficult to open.

Netherlands has a small cigarette addiction, but because Monty has tied him up for too many days, he hasn't smoked one, and sometimes he feels uncomfortable.

Sometimes Monty would light one and hold it to Nedland. Nedland took a sip, then his black eyes drooped slightly, and white mist spit out when he turned it up, and his red lips clamped the one he handed over. Slender cigarette.

Monty saw that he failed to open the cigarette case, so he took out one for him, Nedland put it in his mouth, Monty brought the lighter, and Nedland approached.Monty's gray eyes lifted.Look at him addicted to cigarettes because he hasn't smoked a few cigarettes in a week, look at his gorgeous face that looks like a famous painting of the last few centuries.

Fingers unhurriedly knocked down the shrapnel of the lighter, but the lighter didn't fire, and Ned Land leaned in front of him, getting very close, and it was only then that Monty realized that there was still something that could make him approach him actively.

The cold breath is in the nose, like a gardenia soaked in ice water, very light.

The shrapnel was pressed down a few more times, and finally the flame jumped out. The blue flame heart and the red purple outer flame danced under the cigarette. Netherland finally took a puff and leaned on the seat behind him.

Monty looked at him, his face finally stretched, his black eyes slightly closed, then opened again, his hand clamped the cigarette, and his red mouth slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

Smoke lingers in front of her, black eyes, white face, very glamorous.

Ned Land raised his hand again, and Monty saw his hand trembling slightly and uncontrollably. He could hardly lift it up, so he could only lower his head, take a bite of the butt of the cigarette, inhale it, pass it through the trachea, and pass through his lungs. Spit it out again.

Ned Land's black hair fell down, covering his face, raised his pale fingers, and then lowered his head, took a puff of a cigarette, and the cigarette butts fell and scattered on his body.

Monty went to hold his chin with one hand, and then stroked his side face with his fingers. Seeing that he lowered his black eyes to look at the cigarette in his hand that couldn't be lifted, Monty took the cigarette in his hand, Pass it to his mouth.

Netherland no longer lowered his head, and leaned back on the seat. Monty saw that because of his upturned face, the corners of his eyes seemed to droop slightly, and the black hair fell into his eyes.

Handing over the cigarette again, Netherland took a puff, his black eyes narrowed slightly, Monty threw away half of the cigarette, rode up, and bit his neck.

Netherland was forced to stretch out, only allowing him to bite and suck, and his black hair was scattered in front of his eyes.It seems that I am still reminiscing about the smell of cigarettes just now.

But then the tooth marks on his neck made him interrupt his thoughts, trying to push away the underfed wolf on his body, but he lost his strength to push back, but in the eyes of others, it only added a bit of fun.

"Ye Mi," Monty bit his neck, Nedland was controlled by the drug, soft and weak, and felt his body shivering from the cold, "What am I talking to you?"

Nedland was a little confused, and he didn't know whether it was because of the onset of drugs or because of being addicted to cigarettes.He leaned his fingers on Monty's waist, feeling that the person on his body was very heavy, pressing on his chest, and he sat on the throne in a half-sitting posture.

Seeing him smoking, I can't compare to that cigarette.Only drugs can make him temporarily stop hating himself and immerse himself in the smoking state just now.

Netherland was pulled to the side of the king's throne, his black hair was swept down, Netherlander couldn't see the slightly gloomy look in Monty's eyes, and he just wanted to ask for another cigarette. He felt more than a little uncomfortable, didn't he? Push the heavy guy away with all his strength.

A rare sliver of reason made him hug Monty and ask in his ear, "What did you call me?"

"Pharmaceuticals to cure you who don't like to go to bed." Monty said bluntly, Nedland felt uncomfortable, and Monty felt the people under him curl up and tremble, and the closed black eyes slowly half-opened, and the fundus of the eyes was slack , I can't tell what kind of look it is.

Feeling that he was trembling uncontrollably, Monty leaned forward on his hanging head and cupped his lower jaw, Ned Land frowned slightly. "Is it hard?" Monty stroked his brow.

Ned Land nodded, his body still trembling slightly.

It was the first time Monty gave him this kind of medicine, and he didn't know the effect and side effects, so his steely heart softened, "Is it better if I smoke with you?"

Ned Land nodded again, and Monty went to look for the cigarette case he had thrown far away, took out one, and returned to Ned Land, put the cigarette between his red lips, and went for him After igniting the fire, Nedland took a breath, and his eyebrows obviously stretched a little.

Putting the cigarette in his hand, Netherland took it with difficulty, Monty let go of his hand, and the cigarette did not fall from his hand.

Nedland struggled to hold the cigarette in his trembling hands, then lowered his head to collect it with great difficulty, before he could take a puff, exhaling white smoke.Half-hiding that frowning face from the pain of such a thing.

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The state of the Netherlands finally got better at night. After smoking more than ten cigarettes, several cigarettes fell to the ground before they were finished. He fetched a cigarette and lit a fire, and let him boil for some time.

Monty recalled what happened with him on the throne in the afternoon, thinking that while he was relieving the pain in his body, he was smoking a cigarette unsteadily with trembling hands. While puffing out the clouds, that beautiful face showed more things that he wanted to possess. Looks—forbearance, satisfaction, pain, stretch, weakness, weakness, and indescribable pleasure.

Looking at Nedland again, I saw him with his eyes downcast, playing with an empty cigarette case with his bound hands.He used to quit smoking for a period of time because of Monty when he was a child, and then he recovered, and it was a little heavier than before, almost a few cigarettes a day. Later, his consciousness decreased and he was imprisoned.

Monty leaned down to kiss him, Netherland didn't even have the strength to turn his head, and let him kiss himself.

Monty knows that the world of adults cannot be like "I bought this cigarette brand factory for you, and it is produced only for you, so you can be my friend, forever".

If the Netherlands is free and the official returns to his original post, he can easily fulfill the above conditions.Not to mention that he became the queen of the Netherlands.

But if Monti changed his words, would the Netherlands agree...a simple exchange, he would give the Netherlands what he wanted most.

But this idea is only fleeting. He is currently imprisoning the Netherlands in this way, and he can meet his requirements, right?

People are always greedy, and they hope that the other party will return a trace of sincerity.

Nedland raised his eyes, and the cigarette box in his hand stopped, "Will you still treat me like this at your ceremony tomorrow? Give me an injection and let me attend?"

Monty stopped, his gray eyes flashed his hand that was still holding a cigarette this afternoon, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.Finger touched his ear and cheek, "Do you like it? If you say you don't like it, I will stop treating you like that."

Nedland chuckled suddenly, with a sarcastic look on his face, "I like it, please give me more shots. Give me a dose that can kill me."

Monty suddenly winked, "Maybe you shouldn't make me so angry."

The black eyes of the Netherlands turned gray-brown under the light. "Your Majesty is the king, whoever provokes you, just pull him down and behead him."

"I don't want it, I want your heart." The young king in the second grade said this frankly. If there was a girl in front of him, he could almost fall in love with him.But in front of him was a general who was on the battlefield, "I can't do it." The general replied to the king in a rare and non-routine manner.

"Then I want your body," the young king said slowly, straightening his waist, "both are the same. What do you say, my lord general?"

Netherlands wanted to be annoyed, but he didn't have the strength to let him out.He could only let Monty touch his face possessively.When Monty saw Netherlands staring into his eyes, he felt resentful, angry, and regretful.Still have regrets?Monty caressed his body, "There is still a long, long time, I want to spend 100 years with you."

Ye Mi could only sigh helplessly in his heart.

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Day two.

Netherland's medicine still had some effect, and it was the clothes Monti wore for him. Netherland recognized that it was the military uniform of his general and commander-in-chief, and felt cold, but it was only today.After that, the dismissal will be abolished.It is far better to keep the army in one's own hands forever than in the hands of others.

Monty put on the inner shirt for him, added a black sweater with thin rabbit down, and then put on a military coat with buttons and chains.Wear medals.It seemed that he was the protagonist of today's ceremony.

Netherland narrowed his eyes and said, "Leave these to the servants."

Monty buttoned his cuffs for him, and raised his beautiful eyes: "You know, I always hated the maids who dress you, take care of you, and come into your room and study."

Ye Mi was taken aback, he had been to himself so long ago...

"So he likes me so much."