The protagonist wants to steal my script again

An Minghui was arranging things in front of the shelf, when he heard the door opening from the bedroom behind him, he asked out of habit, "Lyle, do you want milk or juice for breakfast today?"

"juice……"

At the same time when he got the same vague answer as before, a familiar body hung on him from behind, with his arms around his neck and his head resting on the neck. It could be heard from the voice that this person was still asleep : "Ann, I want a good morning kiss later."

An Minghui looked back for the time being, and sure enough, what caught his eye was no longer the appearance of Lyle when they first met. Yesterday, this person took off the camouflage device on his ears in front of him, and now he has restored his appearance. The original face that belonged to "L".Good-looking is good-looking, he is still not used to the other party acting like a baby to him with this face, after all, when we met in this way before, most of the time there was a secret or dangerous smile on that face.

"..." It seems that this person hasn't woken up yet, and he hasn't remembered the fact that he has been exposed for the time being, otherwise he might be embarrassed to speak in the previous tone. I should go make breakfast, too."

"I want to hug you for a while..." Lyle shook his head reluctantly, as if he was talking in his sleep, "Last night, I dreamed that Ann saw an ugly look, and it scared me to death..."

"Hmm..." It's probably not a dream, "Don't worry, go wash up, breakfast will be ready soon."

After finally sending Lyle away, An Minghui went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Just halfway through the process, he heard a sound of things falling from the bathroom. Probably Lyle finally realized that everything that happened yesterday was wrong. It's not a dream anymore.

It seems that being an awkward person is really hard work.

Walking out of the kitchen with breakfast, An Minghui felt a little funny when he saw Lyle sitting there uncomfortably written all over his face. While putting down the food in his hands, he asked tentatively: "The good morning kiss I just said still needs more time." ?"

"want."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for An Minghui to go around the table, Lyle stood up directly, leaned over half of his body and exchanged a kiss with him across the table, and then sat down, picked up a knife and fork and started to eat breakfast.

"When did you find out?"

Guessing that Lyle would ask this question, An Minghui pulled out a chair and sat down on the seat opposite him, and answered easily: "It shouldn't be a specific time, but it can be felt in general... …You want to ask me why, it should be some guesses plus intuition and a little...experience? After all, you have already reminded me of this, and the name Liar is still hard to forget after you notice it. In fact, it is not necessary So surprised, isn't the little game you gave me originally intended for me to guess your identity?"

In fact, it is mainly because of experience. After all, whether it is Lyle or L, he is already very familiar with the obviously conniving attitude towards him, but this point cannot be clearly stated.

Lyle didn't speak for a while, just lowered his head and continued to eat the fried eggs on the plate without appetite, his heart was almost tangled into a mess of wool, he didn't know what to say, and he didn't know what to explain.

At the beginning, he just wanted to tease this stupid artificial intelligence, and wanted to see what kind of reaction An Minghui would have when he found out that his gentle and harmless little master was actually the same person as that "L", he didn't think about it at all. But what will happen if he develops a lover relationship with this silly robot in the end.

Strictly speaking, it can't be considered that he didn't think about it, but he thought it was impossible at that time.

Who would have guessed that it was not An Minghui who was in trouble in this whim game, but himself.Later on, Lyle seldom thought of the game he forced on An Minghui at the beginning, and more than half of the reason was that he deliberately didn't think about it because of guilty conscience, and even began to vaguely hope that An Minghui would not found out about it.

Obviously, he couldn't hide it in the end.

After hesitating for a long time, he went back and forth in his mind about the various apology guides he found last night, until a fork hit the empty plate, and Lyle lowered his head and said, "I lied to you on purpose at first, And I plan to format it after you find out, because I don’t plan to change my current identity for the time being... This time I made a mistake, you can say whatever compensation you want, but..."

"But?" An Minghui blinked his eyes, waiting to hear the second half of Lyle's sentence.

After pausing for a moment, Lyle once again showed the aura that belonged to L in front of him for the first time after revealing his identity, but it was obviously much weaker than before: "But don't even think about breaking up."

He just finished speaking, An Minghui couldn't help laughing, and then slowly stood up under Lyle's direct gaze.

"Don't be so nervous, I don't mean to break up." He stretched out his right hand to Lyle who was sitting across from him, smiling peacefully, "I just think it's necessary to get to know each other better? Hello, I'm An Ming Hey, he should be your boyfriend for a long time to come."

Lyle's face obviously turned red several degrees, and he also stood up, stretched out his hand to hold his hand, coughed dryly, and introduced himself: "Lyle Creedla, who used to be a member of the Creedel family. The eldest son of a generation, he is now an interstellar wanted criminal."

"This is really an incredible self-introduction that sounds incredible." First he sighed, and then An Minghui smiled again, "I didn't expect that Lyle was really your real name, I thought even this name was fake of it."

"It used to be a fake name, but now it's real." He generously admitted this, and Lyle felt that it was nothing compared to other messy things, "I ran away from home when I was six years old. I don’t remember the name they gave me, but I just picked one and used it first.”

"It's very your style." He nodded with a smile, and after a simple and formal handshake, he didn't let go immediately, but directly took Lyle's hand and left the table, and said while leading him to the sofa, " I have seen a lot of news about you, you always seem to be a headache for the Federation, and you often involve some very dangerous areas."

"...I can't refute those." Being pulled to sit on the sofa, two-thirds of Lyle's attention was on the connected hands of the two. He never thought that he would care about this before. There is a certain degree of skin-to-skin contact, but at this time, just being held by hand makes him feel restless.

Although he has never had the time to do those things since he made An Minghui, but speaking of the past, it is indeed a bad thing.

"I hope you don't do it again. Regardless of whether it is correct or not, those are very dangerous things. This is the first request I make as a lover, is it okay?"

Why are you still holding hands?Why is it so close?How do you make me think like this?

Raising his eyes to meet the black eyes that were looking at him seriously, he didn't even realize that his whole face was flushed. Lyle didn't even think about it carefully, so he nodded in a hurry: "I, I see."

"Then I have a second request."

"Then just say it." After I finished speaking, let me quickly cool down my brain, what does it look like to be so embarrassing all the time, "I said you can do whatever compensation you want, and you won't go back on your word."

Hearing such a generous response, An Minghui blinked his eyes, so he complied with Lyle's request and directly said his request: "I want to see how you lost your heart back then."

"..." Lyle was silent for 3 minutes, and finally pinched his thigh with the hand that was not being pulled, and then he managed to recover, and said in a very rare way, "I didn't -"

"If you lie to me again, I will be angry."

"..." After another minute of silence, Lyle changed his words with difficulty, "Yes, I left the video file."

This is his habit. In similar situations of confrontation or confrontation with others, he will record a video, so that when he is in a good mood afterwards, he can capture the ugly appearance of the other party and send it to himself for appreciation.

In the past, he only regarded this as a small entertainment, but now it was his turn to be publicly executed, and he realized that this was really a very bad bad habit.

Soon, his first and last love object will witness his first failure in life - not the last, because he finds that he has failed almost everywhere in matters related to An Minghui, One of the biggest failures is that the image file was not deleted.

Being watched by An Minghui looking through the video files stored in his personal terminal, Lyle knew for the first time what it means to be on pins and needles. He was still calm even when the result of the bet was announced and he found out that he had lost, but now he Even the palms of my hands were covered in cold sweat.

When he found out that he had lost the bet, Lyle thought calmly: this heart might be used to make something interesting.

And now Lyle, who was about to click the play button, thought desperately: Why am I not dead yet.

The author has something to say: don't ask why this time is updated

The question is that I was playing the game and wanted to talk about it tomorrow

But unexpectedly experienced a bloody battle with mosquitoes, which made her mentally too clear