The picked wolf cub teases me every day [Interstellar]

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A small planet close to Losak's home star is not as lively and prosperous as a metropolitan planet, but it is also equipped with all kinds of facilities. People have lived and multiplied for thousands of years. They don't know the notorious Losakers at all. It comes from your own star.

In the quiet afternoon, there were not many people on the street, and the shop assistants stood behind the counter and dozed off.A black-haired man knocked on the table considerately. When the clerk opened his eyes, he saw a handsome man with a decent smile standing in front of him.

"Hello."

The clerk hastily tidied up her hair and folded her hands in front of her body: "Hi sir, what do you need?"

"Choose two clothes, me, and him." The man pointed under him, only then did the clerk realize that there was a small boy standing beside the handsome man, wrapped in a cloth several times his size. The windbreaker stood beside the man without saying a word.

If Resa hadn't said something, the tall counter blocked it, and the clerk really didn't notice it.

The man was wearing a black shirt, which was full of cracks and faint blood stains, no better than the little boy beside him.

No time to guess the relationship between the two, the clerk smiled: "Okay sir, this is for you."

Ten minutes later, in the fitting room.

Reza took off his tattered black shirt, and the muscle lines that were originally hidden under the fabric were exposed to the air, flamboyant but not exaggerated.On the broad shoulders, there are fine wounds from stones and branches, but what is more eye-catching are the red marks and bite marks near the neck.

Ian sat quietly on the chair in the fitting room, watching Resa put on a clean white sweater to cover up the marks on the back of his neck.

Pulling down the hem of the clothes, Reza straightened his collar, and then picked up a shirt that was one size smaller.

"Hands open."

Ian obediently complied.

Putting his arms in, Reza squatted down and buttoned Ian's shirt one by one.The neckline of the sweater was a little too big, and Ian lowered his head slightly, and he could see the unwilling chest muscles inside through the open neckline.

"Does it look good?"

Ian looked up and saw the pair of playful black pupils.

"A few hours ago, you were still tightly hugging and unwilling to let go."

"Nice." Ian nodded.

The other party's frank praise satisfied Resa instantly, and at the same time politely replied: "Your one is also good."

"I'm not as old as you."

"But you feel good." Resa buttoned the last button, and straightened the collar of Ian's shirt: "That's a perfect score."

Reza stood up, took one side of the brown plaid cropped pants and handed it to Ian.

"Listen, Your Highness, Little Prince," Resa said with her waist thrust forward, as if she was teaching a nun, "Although I am happy to serve you, in a civilized society, you must at least learn how to wear pants."

Ian blinked his eyes innocently and said, "I won't."

Reza pinched the two corners of the trouser waist and held it in front of Ian: "Hold it like this, and I will teach you step by step."

Ian didn't reach out to pick it up, but stared at Resa with his big blue eyes: "My knee hurts."

"Your knee hurts so you can't put your hands on your pants."

"My waist is also quite sore."

"..."

"Looks like there's some bleeding from the back."

Resa covered his face in a gesture of surrender: "Okay, you win, and spread your legs."

After staying in the fitting room for nearly half an hour, when the clerk was hesitant to remind me, the curtain of the fitting room opened with a "wow".

The slender man took off his black shirt, a pure white sweater and dark blue trousers. Compared with the previous black look, he now looks like a young man who has just entered the society, young and beautiful, like a puerpera. Jade is generally natural and pure.

And the young boy next to the man is equally delicate and cute as a noble young master.

"The clothes fit well," the clerk greeted him with a smile, "Do you want to pack for the two of you?"

"No need." Reza stood in front of the mirror, looking at the mirror coldly, as if the person in the mirror was a complete stranger.

After buying the bill and walking out of the store, Reza grabbed Ian's hand that was always picking at the neckline, looked up and saw the sun just in time, on the balcony on the second floor of the opposite cafe, a beautiful noble lady was sitting on a chair, enjoying the quiet Afternoon time.

The woman's slightly curly black long hair was loosely tied behind her head, and the delicate gemstone flowers radiated a dazzling luster in the sunlight.

Reza's eyes flickered, and he shook Ian's hand: "Want to eat something?"

The cake exuding a rich cream aroma was served on the table, and Ian picked up the fork and ate it slowly.Resa took a sip of his coffee. From the corner of the second floor, he could clearly see two bodyguards in black clothes and black trousers standing by the door of the balcony, with a face like no strangers allowed to enter.

Reza wiped off the cream from the corner of Ian's mouth: "I have something to do in the past, you wait for me here."

Reza stood up and walked towards the balcony, but was stopped by two bodyguards as expected.

"The Arman family is using the balcony, and irrelevant personnel are not allowed to approach it."

Reza held the hand covering his chest, and said in a cold tone: "Look carefully, who is the irrelevant person?"

Ella Yarman took a sip of coffee, her beautiful black eyes quietly looked at the mountain peak not far away, one hand gently wrapped around a loose strand of hair on the back of Ella's neck, and carefully pinned the hair away. Into the gem hairpin.

Reza put his hands on the woman's shoulders: "I gave you this hairpin on your birthday."

"Not long after my birthday, you broke up with your father and never saw you again."

After finishing speaking, the woman turned her eyes to Resa who was sitting opposite her with a flat expression.

"Long time no see, Reza."

Reza put his palms together and put his mouth: "Long time no see, sister."

Ella nodded slightly, acting like an aristocratic lady, and she was not excited or joyful when she saw Resa.

Reza has long been used to her elder sister's appearance. Ever since they were born, the family has raised the two children strictly in the way of nobility. They are polite and well-behaved, but they have lost the usual intimacy between siblings.

"You've changed." Ada carefully looked at the young man in front of him, his face opened a little, he looked like a mature man, the smile at the corner of his mouth was full of wild arrogance, he was no longer the unsmiling little boy in his impression.

Ressa shrugged: "No way, staying with the pirates all day long, I can't behave properly even if I want to."

Ada was noncommittal, quietly stirring the coffee in front of her.

"Why is my sister here?"

"This is a subsidiary of the Bowen family, let me come and have a look."

Seeing Resa's puzzled face, Ada nodded lightly: "Don't guess, I'm getting married, and the other party is the youngest son of the Bowen family."

Ada turned on the holographic projection on the bracelet, called up a photo and pushed it in front of Reza.

In the photo, Ada is sitting on the sofa with her back straight.A handsome man in a neat suit stood behind Ada, with a slight smile on his face.

The man's gray-brown curly hair was pulled back to his forehead, and Resa raised his eyebrows slightly. This face reminded him of a person.

The author has something to say: Ian: It is impossible to wear clothes by yourself, and it is impossible to wear them yourself in this life