【Ji Lai】【Romy】Far Star

It was 4 p.m. when Reuenthal arrived home, and the house was empty, but it wasn't dusty, dry, and lifeless like it used to be.

This made him think that Mittermeier might have been in and out of here.

But he was just guessing, and he wasn't really free enough to check the access control.He went straight back to the bedroom, briefly packed his belongings, piled all the paper documents he brought back on the table, and cleaned his bag.

Then he sat on the edge of the bed for a while.

He didn't feel tired, he could even be said to be energetic to a certain extent, and at the same time he believed that he was fully capable of going out to the palace immediately to find the emperor until 2 o'clock in the morning.But after a few minutes, he still chose to lie down on the bed in full uniform, and fell asleep very quickly.

But he was a light sleeper.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt someone enter the room, the light was turned on and then turned off immediately, he was approached by someone, he was gently checked and touched by the other person, and he was covered with a blanket.He knew exactly who this person was, where he was doing what he was doing, and even seemed to see his appearance and the expression on his face.

Then he paid attention to him vaguely for a while, and finally fell into a deeper sleep under the slight sense of movement brought by the other party.

At about 7 o'clock, Reoenthal woke up.

He turned over, and he should have planned to continue sleeping, but the mattress under him made a sound at the right time, so he opened his eyes and slowly came back to his senses.

He was covered with a blanket turned out of the closet—because the quilt on the bed was completely covered by him—a thin layer of sweat rolled all over his body, and the structure of his shoulders and collar was tightly strangling him, trying to force him Head held high, his uniform trousers made him feel like his legs were tangled up, but thankfully the person who put him up took the gun off for him and put it on a side cabinet.

It was completely dark now, and now the dark bed curtain above his head looked a little dark because the headlights hadn't been turned on.

Someone was sitting far away from the bed, at a table placed by the window, looking at the documents he had brought back, and the brightness of the table lamp on the table was turned to the lowest level.

Rosenthal wanted to call him, but because he was unfortunately dried out, his voice turned into a cough.Hearing his coughing, the man quickly put down his things and ran over to bring him water, and sat on the edge of the bed watching him drink the water happily.

"...How do you know I'm back?" Putting down the cup, Roenthal asked him hoarsely.

"Both Huolong and Yasiguli have returned to Hong Kong, why didn't I know you were back?" Mittermeier asked him back, and at the same time stretched out his hand to put back the bangs that covered the front for him.

Luo Yantar fell silent, and there was a look of trying to remember on his confused face that had just woken up.After a while, he seemed to have figured it out: "...Yes, I really didn't tell them about burying me where I was."

This sentence made Mittermeier close his mouth and tilt his head to look at him dangerously.

In the next second, Rosenthal, who had already sat up, was thrown back down by Mittermeier.He tried to get up again, but Mittermeier jumped on him and grabbed his wrist.

Then, in the wild laughter of the two, Luo Yantar tasted the feeling of being slapped on the head, pressed his forehead, and scratched his hair. While tossing him, Mittermeier pretended to ask him fiercely, "My lord, do you not like the original?" Please tell me where you like, and I will fulfill your last wish for you." Roenthal tried to raise his hand to cover his head, but no matter how he resisted, the other party's fingerprints were left on his forehead—there was no choice. He had no choice but to forcefully break through and counterattack. The two of them rolled into a ball on the bed, and finally fell out of the bed together because of too much movement.

There was a very thick carpet next to the bed, so safety was not an issue, but Reuenthal was still suffocated by Mittermeier's weight because he was under it.

"If this goes on like this, I'm afraid I really need to choose a cemetery earlier..." He didn't resist any more, just relaxed his body and lay down on the carpet, watching Mittermeier regain his balance and straighten up, straddling him imposingly. on my stomach.

"Then where do you like?" Mittermeier asked him politely, with an expression on his face that seemed to say "I'll take you there right away".

"I don't care about the exact location."

"Oh?"

"As long as it's next to you. Left or right, if it's really not possible, the next door is fine."

Mittermeier was stunned.After he finally came to his senses, he frowned and looked at Rosenthal in amazement: "Are you sure you really understand what you just said?"

"I'm not joking. Or are you really just questioning my IQ?"

"I'm questioning your common sense. You've never had that thing."

"..."

Then both fell silent.

Mittermeier looked at him suspiciously while maintaining the position of sitting on Roenthal's stomach, and Roenthal looked back at him helplessly, almost being forced to say "I'm really joking" up.

But after a while, Mittermeier still understood: this was probably the second time the other party said "I love you" to him.

Of course, he also knows that Reoenthal really only has such a little expressive ability in this regard-even now, when the other party expresses this kind of love for the first time, the way and wording that are not only like an oath of allegiance, but also contain a strong sense of asking for help are still the same. It made him want to blush and sweat crazily when he thought about it, but generally speaking, kneeling for love is a very common thing, so he can still accept it.

But this time he finally made persistent efforts to create brilliant achievements, and began to ask to arrange funeral affairs with himself when he was in his early 30s. It looked as if his brain had completely broken.

But Mittermeier could still understand him.

"Okay. I promise you." Finally, he nodded with a very serious expression on his face.

Rosenthal raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that he would be so successful.Then Mittermeier sighed, leaned over, parted his bangs and kissed his forehead and bridge of nose: "What can I do with you?"

"...No need to do anything. In fact, you can feel more at ease with me."

As he spoke, he raised his head and leaned forward to kiss him.So Mittermeier put his arms behind his back and directly picked him up from the ground. Following this movement, he sat up, rested his head on Mittermeier's chest, and closed his eyes with a peaceful expression.

Mittermeier couldn't help laughing, raised his hand to caress the back of Roenthal's head, and reminded him: "If you still want to sleep, go and change your clothes."

This sentence made Roenthal look up at him, but he finally shook his head.

Mittermeier thought he was so likable in this way.

Kissing his cheek, he stood up from him, and even grabbed him: "Then clean up a little bit, I guess you haven't had dinner yet."

"So go out to eat?"

"Okay. Anything is fine." Mittermeier nodded.

"Then have you eaten?"

"not yet."

"Waiting for me?"

"If you don't like what I do, I will definitely change it next time."

Rosenthal laughed: "Then do you want to wear a uniform?"

"Do not."

"Shall I go back with you to change?"

"...No need."

Then, under Roenthal's questioning gaze, he walked to the front of the closet, opened the door on the farthest side, and let the owner see a few pieces of clothes that belonged to him hanging inside.

"This is mine." He said cheekily.

Rosenthal knew he had been here.

"No problem." He spread his arms, went up to him and gave him a hug, "Everything belongs to you."

If Rosenthal looked a little dusty and tired last night, then after a night's rest, he quickly recovered and started to look radiant again.

For a long time, Mittermeier just sat on the bed, watching him wandering around the room to tidy up without saying a word: after washing, he came out wearing a nightgown, and his smooth cheeks showed that he had already Shaved.He then threw his nightgown on the bed and went to the closet to start a series of clothes searches.Mittermeier watched as he neatly rolled up the trousers and shirt he picked out onto his arm, walked to the full-length mirror with his coat in his hand, temporarily put them on the chair, and then put them on in order, and the accompanying body The movements and muscle undulations made Mittermeier unable to take his eyes off or think about anything else.It wasn't until Reuenthal finally fastened his belt and buttoned the last button of his shirt that things got a little better.

But to be honest, Reoenthal’s tailors are really good—it’s impossible for marshals to wear batches that come off the assembly line, they can only make them separately—his pants are not very tight, but they are very tight. Know how to highlight advantages.Even through the extremely crisp cloth, Mittermeier can still fully notice his plumpness and fitness.

This made Mittermeier suddenly strange, and he didn't understand why he had never noticed this before.

But at this moment, the other party did not intend to continue to let him go.

Turning around, Rosenthal folded his arms and looked at him, smiling in a special way: "I thought you were used to me, so you're not?"

"It's a bit difficult for me to get used to you..." Mittermeier didn't know how to express it.

But Rosenthal seemed curious: "Then, what do you think of me?"

"appearance?"

Rosenthal nodded, and it was obvious that he was still willing to hear praise from Mittermeier.And speaking from conscience, Mittermeier really couldn't find anything else to say to him other than praise: "In terms of appearance...you are too outstanding. It seems okay to say that you are a little too handsome. I live to the end I have met so many people so far, I don’t think I have seen anyone who can surpass you in this regard.”

"Your Majesty." Luo Yantar kindly reminded.

This option made Mittermeier stunned, but then he made his own judgment: "But this is not suitable. Your types are too far apart, and boys and men should not be compared together. It's unfair to both sides."

These words prompted Roenthal to come over and kiss him deeply on the forehead: "How touching, it seems that you have lost your sense of reason and fairness because of me."

"..."

"But I have to say that I'm really honored—come on, don't hold back anymore, get up, wash your face, and change your clothes! Hurry up, I only give you 10 minutes!" He shouted at Mittermeier like an instructor Crosstalk, out of instinct, Mittermeier immediately jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom according to the order, but soon he leaned on the door and poked his head out again: "The archbishop."

"what?"

"The archbishop of the Earth Church seems to be trying to confuse His Majesty."

Rosenthal immediately said that this was insignificant at all: "Even if he worked hard until his rhabdomyolysis broke out, he still wouldn't be able to confuse His Majesty."

"Are you so sure?"

"Of course." Nodding without hesitation, Roenthal somewhat regretted that he hadn't punched him a few more times, "Even if he took ten thousand steps back, he could, and someone would stop it."

Mittermeier looked at him and thought for a while, then he reacted, nodded and retracted his head to start washing.