【Ji Lai】【Romy】Far Star

Mittermeier sent Ai Fang back first, and then followed Reoenthal to his home.

Ai Fang didn't care about it, because her brother used to do similar things - go home first and go for a walk, and then go to a place that is more convenient for work the next day to spend the night.

But this time... In fact, the transportation of Luo Yantar's house is not as convenient as that of their own home.

Because I drank alcohol at the dance, this time it was also an unmanned taxi.The two of them sat together in the back seat, and Mittermeier was lying crookedly and leaning the back of his head on Rosenthal's shoulder.

Now, as long as he takes a taxi with him, he will think about what happened that day, and Roenthal should know nothing about this matter-this kind of hiding a strange secret, seeing the other party completely kept in the dark but not knowing. It's just the tricky feeling of not reminding him that he couldn't help laughing.

Then, after he really laughed like this for a while, Reyantal finally raised his hand and scratched his chin: "You know what? Your smile makes me want to hit you..."

"Okay, come on." Mittermeier sat up straight and turned his head excitedly.

Reuenthal didn't hit him.He just folded his arms and looked at him, and said mysteriously: "Let me guess why you smile like that."

Mittermeier fell silent.Of course, this doesn't mean that he feels the need to hide this from Reuenthal, but he will be very surprised if the other party can really guess or remember something.

But things don't seem to be what he thought.

After staring at him with penetrating power, as if he could take his breath away for a while, Reuenthal came to a conclusion: "It's because you finally got me."

This sentence stunned Mittermeier.At the beginning, his first reaction was actually to laugh and ridicule him for being so self-righteous, but then he found that what he said didn't seem to be far from the truth.

For some unknown reason, this realization actually made Mittermeier feel a little weak.But of course he would not really admit it: "... Where is your face, sir? Have you abandoned it?"

"I don't need any face in front of you." Rosenthal answered him very calmly.

"...Don't play tricks on me!" Mittermeier was about to blush.

But facing his reaction, Luo Yantar just felt very upset: "Help me, sir, if I can't think of anything in front of you and just say something, then why am I still alive?"

Now Mittermeier understands why Luo Yantar is always surrounded by infatuated women who go on and on.It's not just a matter of looks, wealth or power status.His charm and talent are all-round, and it is difficult for ordinary people to get out of it after being bombarded.

Mittermeier didn't know what to say.

"That's what you said casually, you really..." After a while, he finally said this.

Although he didn't fully understand his train of thought, at this moment Rosenthal somewhat understood what he was thinking.

"You see, I've never been an honest man, if you really mind this then I..."

"It's okay. I can try to be less honest in the future."

This sentence made Luo Yantar show a surprised expression, but he quickly realized it.

"This sounds really exciting..." He leaned over and whispered in his ear.

Then there is a long series of childlike wrestling, arguing like love words, playful hands up and down, and physical contact that is hard to say whether it is biting or kissing.Mittermeier's experience in this area was a little thin, so he couldn't help laughing, and finally he was a little out of breath.

When the car stopped at the door of Luo Yantar's house, he jumped off first and went straight to the house. The collar of the dress had been ripped down to the chest.Reuenthal was a bit late—he checked the seat for cufflinks or something—but since Mittermeier didn't really try to run, he managed to catch him in the front hall. he.

They entangled on the floor next to the coffee table for a long time, and then Reuenthal finally started to think about the occasion, and he picked up his energy and carried Mittermeier into his bedroom.

Then it happened.

On the four-poster bed with dark curtains in Roenthal, while the light was turned on extremely brightly, while the TV was playing on its own, it felt like a very daily union of two people who had been together for many years .Although they are facing a body with the same structure as their own, and they have seen and known the approximate body a long time ago, they still feel the power of love.

Moreover, Roenthal's performance was completely different from Mittermeier's imagination.

One must know that this is a well-known playboy, Mittermeier originally thought that even if he would not show too much tricks, at least he would be more worthy of his name.

Unexpectedly, after the actual start, he found that he might be a little calmer than him.He trembled a little and couldn't quite speak.So Mittermeier leaned over to hug him, kissed him, and comforted him with herself, until finally she rolled into the ocean of desire together with him.

He would love to be his driftwood.

The whole process lasted about 30 minutes.Nothing insane, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing ecstatic, but no imaginary pain, discomfort, disagreement, or reservations.

The feeling of being invaded and stretched left a deep impression on Mittermeier, but it didn't hurt him, nor did it disgust him.Even when Reoenthal left, he only felt that he was happy enough and could hardly bear more.

After resting for a while, Mittermeier felt Roenthal pull himself up from the bed sheet and let himself lean against him.

"Go take a shower." He whispered in his ear.

So Mittermeier followed him to the bathroom very obediently.

Reuenthal's bathroom is simply decorated and a little cramped, somehow reminding Mittermeier of the military bathrooms that the two of them used to see on the front line when they were young—then he silently rolled his eyes to stop himself from thinking about it." The front line when I was young", I put my mind back to the present.

"Do you feel alright?" Reyantal reached out and rubbed his foamy head.

"Huh? It's... great?" He didn't react, he just wondered if the other party needed a higher technical evaluation to boost his mood, but then he realized that he didn't mean it.

"I mean - health problems." Reoenthal looked at him helplessly, "I will feel guilty if I hurt you, but I really can't accept it if you don't tell me."

"...It's okay. I'm fine."

"Then remember, don't hide anything from me in the future."

"It's up to me to tell you that." Mittermeier looked at him in disbelief and full of resentment.

"...Okay. Okay."

Rosenthal laughed.

Emile also left.He changed a small lamp for the emperor, drew the curtains, and closed the door.

"I'll be resting soon." - Reinhardt indeed said this to him, but in fact the emperor knew very well that he couldn't sleep at all right now.

When the sound of Amir's footsteps disappeared, the bedroom shrouded in white moonlight became silent.

After confirming that everyone had left and he no longer needed to worry about anything, Reinhardt turned off the light and climbed out of bed, gently opened the door of the cloakroom and walked in.

There are small sensor lights installed in the cloakroom, but overall the brightness is still very low.But Reinhardt didn't want to turn on the light.So he drew all the curtains so that the moonlight could shine directly into the room through the windows.

The whole room was shrouded in a faint silvery white.

With this silvery white color, Reinhardt began to search.But he found what he was looking for without much trouble—after all, it was only worn today, and the attendants could not have stuffed it into some inaccessible depth.

For about a few minutes, he just held the whole box in his hands, silently looking at it lying in the corner grid.

It had a silver core, was small, and was plated with gold on the outside. It was surrounded by a circle of irregular and somewhat complicated ray-like starburst decorations, and his lion emblem was burned in enamel in the center.If he turned it over, he could see its pin and its owner's name engraved on the back.

But he didn't turn it over.He just squeezed it in his hand, then closed the lid, and carefully put the heavy box of medals back in place.

It wasn't on the inventory in the first place, so no one would notice if it was gone.he thought so.

Then he dug out a small velvet box from a corner and put it inside.

After that, he stood holding the small box for a while, until he felt some kind of aura reflected in the corner of his eyes, and then he suddenly turned his head.Then he saw that the big full-length mirror was placed in the moonlight not far from him, and his own figure was also reflected on it.

Some ghosts and ghosts, he walked over and stood in front of the mirror.

Today he is wearing a very light, loose and soft nightgown.Strictly speaking, this thing can hardly cover up anything—reflecting the light and shadow brought by the moon, he can see the general shape of his body through it.

He observed himself carefully, then raised his hand again, and turned around slowly so that he could see himself clearly from different angles.

Reinhardt knew he was beautiful.

But he just knows the concept.He didn't quite understand the extent of this kind of beauty, what it could bring him, and how it could be used for him—you must know that in the past, what this kind of beauty brought him was nothing more than comments, troubles, insults, and some disgusting things. Just eyes.But now, he had to start caring about this, secretly weighing this, and rejoicing that he still had this anyway.

He has figured it out.

There is no queen in the king's garden, and the roses have long been broken by knights.

When he hugged him today, he felt as if he had returned to that dream in an instant.Although there is no evidence at all, he is absolutely sure that the person in his dream is him, it must be him, and it can only be him.

If he is to reach a so-called happy ending in any sense, union with this person must be on the way.If he wants to achieve true joy and peace from the heart, then this person must be hand in hand with him in this life.He felt himself growing mad about it—he wanted nothing else, for not even the stars were as bright as the light in his eyes.

The years that were once dry are over, and the springs buried deep in the ground are beginning to rise.

He longed to be with him, longed to confide his love and desire to him, longed to dedicate his youthful body and all the years to come to him.

But on the other hand, love is never a matter of one person.

As the emperor, under the current system, Reinhard's behavior is temporarily not subject to any legal and ethical constraints, and his authority cannot be shaken by such things, but his fearlessness does not mean that the other party is equally fearless, but Power and beauty can never mean that you have truly won the heart of the other party.

He didn't know what he was thinking, or how he really felt about himself, and it really terrified him.Love for him is like a diamond necklace that is too tight, he finds it beautiful but is not sure if he will be strangled by it.

But he had no choice.