Intergalactic Era of Gossip

The night was getting dark, and the entertainment feast finally came to an end near 22:00. The two returned with a full load and returned to the S-class "Dream Love Car" with a bunch of gift bags said to be a must-have item for home furnishings.

Sells looked at the prince who was half of his chin covered by the gift bag, and said amused: "They provide delivery services."

Narren said: "It's not necessary." After speaking, he tore off the mask on his face.

Revealing the address has no intention of self-defeating identity, and that stupid mask will be permanently sealed in dust.

Putting things on the back seat, Naron glanced at the time: "It's so late."

Sells sat in the driving seat and asked, "Are you coming?"

Green eyes flickered, but they became calm again: "No, I want to take a rest." He slept in the holographic cabin for a few hours, and there was no sense of fatigue at the moment, just looking at the dark sky outside, no more Interest in speaking.

—In fact, I'm still tired.

The prince who hasn't been crazy for a long time, the whole person is loose after one day. Naryn rubbed his tortured face-although the material of the mask was breathable, it was uncomfortable to wear for a long time.

At this time, the side door clicked softly, and Sayles said, "Go in."

The disgust in Naron's eyes was fully revealed, and he didn't sit in the front row properly. Why did he squeeze him in the back row?

The witty marshal had already activated the self-driving system and set up the route, insisting on sitting in line with the prince. Naryn moved reluctantly, moved a small place, Sells didn't mind, and closed the car door when he came up.

"It will start in 3 seconds—" As the system sounded, the car slowly moved forward.

When passing a certain corner, Naren Yuguang caught a glimpse of a familiar emerald green sports car. The door of the main driver's seat was wide open, and the man who was suspected to be his friend, Levi, was facing away from them, looking like he was moving something in. And behind him—a three-necked worm was poking out its head softly, opening one of its mouthparts, and biting it unceremoniously.

Naryn: "..."

The three insects seemed to notice a car passing by, "shoo-" and got into the shirt one at a time. Then I saw Lei Da turn around, put his back against the car, and started rubbing.

Naryn turned his head and confronted the Marshal who was looking down at the terminal, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I seem to know where Langa is."

Sells quickly turned off the screen, and said seriously: "How do you say?"

—Hiding in Levi’s shirt.

Naryn opened his mouth and decided to find another time to expose...

Now rushing forward, how did he explain to his little friend that he was sitting in the Sells car late at night. "Bow Spear" had a conversation with them not long ago... Lelida may not be smart, but he is not a fool, and the problem can be found after contact.

Thinking of this, Naron felt guilty.

During the long years he and Sells Monte fought, his friend Levitra always unconditionally supported him and helped him—although it usually didn't make much difference. But for himself, he has always worked very hard to play the role of pioneer.

"He might be with Levitra..." Naren made an ambiguous inference, "I'll talk to him in a few days."

Many days have passed since the insect attack on Hill Street, which also means that Langa stayed silently on Levitra’s back for such a long period of time, and the only distress that it caused was that it only made the back feel uncomfortable. itch. He should not murder Levitra.

There will be no problems in the short term—Naren opened the terminal and sent an invitation to Levitra. He plans to expose Langa’s hiding place face to face after he is fully prepared tomorrow. This time, he must not let this malicious bug again. Escape to life.

The S-Class sports car quickly drove out of the garage.

It was almost late at night when they returned to Charvey's house, and their farewells were very brief.

Narren: "Goodbye."

Sells smiled and replied, "Good night, Your Highness."

It was night, and there was tranquility in Charvey's house. Except for Narren, who returned late, everyone else had fallen asleep peacefully. The prince who had been playing around for a day returned to the house, yawned and took a bath, and soon got into the bed.

Before going to bed, he glanced at the terminal, two new messages flashed on it, one from Levitra. The big man readily agreed to his friend's invitation, and warmly expressed his expectation and excitement; the other one came from the marshal who had been apart for less than ten minutes.

[Asleep? 】

Naryn rolled over, squinted, thinking yes, good night.

A person who is asleep, or who is going to sleep peacefully, should not reply to this question, because once replying, it means that he is awake at the moment.

So he threw the terminal aside and wrapped himself tighter.

In the deep night, an agile figure sneaked into the room silently again.

The prince who was half-dreaming and half-awake, and about to fall asleep, realized that something was wrong with alertness, and slowly opened his eyes in the dark. He was lying on his side with his back facing the door, so the intruder did not notice anything unusual.

Soon, the sound of closing the door rang.

"Naren?"

Naryn's face stiffened, huh, this familiar cry.

—The cry as light as a sigh came from a certain upright and credible marshal.

"I really fell asleep..."

There was a slight weight on his shoulders, and Naron quickly closed his eyes, and slowly clenched his hands hidden in the bed, trying to maintain a sleepless position.

Sells is here.

After experiencing the night attack last night, he had a bad premonition for what would happen next.

Wouldn't you do that again? If this is the case, he must pierce Sells on the spot this time, sternly accuse him of his fashion, and then let him never show up in front of him.

There seemed to be heat coming from behind the ears.

Naryn curled up his toes, thinking, pretending to sleep won't do any good, he wants to brew for a while, wait for Sells to get close and throw a fist directly.

At this time, the hand on his shoulder stayed for a few seconds, seeming to be tentative, and gradually began to move up. Slowly, his hand went around the curly hair end and pinched the back of Naren's neck with precision.

Naryn: "..."

The gentle force drove his Royal Highness, who "has fallen asleep ignorantly" on the bed, turned over and turned from lying on his side to lying on his back. As a result, the tightly wrapped bed was shaken and loosened, revealing a large dark nightgown.

The thin and slightly pale chest undulates slightly, if you get closer, you will find that the frequency has long been messed up.

A low laugh came from above his head. In the next second, Naryn felt a warmth in her neck, with a slight dampness...

Damn, what, what?

Immediately afterwards, he felt a light bite in his ear.

"..." Is it changed or perverted?

Then, a squishy touch came from the cheeks—it seemed to be a touch of the tongue.

Naryn: "..."

The squishy touch moved slowly, from face to chin... At the last moment, he suddenly realized something and pressed his mouth calmly.

Sells's lips were pressed immediately.

—I was kissed again.

In an instant, countless thoughts popped into Narren's mind.

-Fuck, he kissed him while he was sleeping again!

—Should he open his eyes and fight the pervert?

—But waking up in this situation is really embarrassing.

—What to do, what to do to be able to reject the opponent naturally?

In the end, he just held his breath and passively accepted the kiss.

After closing his eyes, all the five senses are infinitely magnified in the dark. With flexible lips and tongue swimming over the warm lips, Sells was tempting him to open his lips with a cautious force.

This is not possible.

Naron tried to stop the opponent with the little reason left.

However, reason succumbed to instinct. The rapid heartbeat and excessive tension consumed all the oxygen in the body. His attitude was softened, his thinking was disturbed, and his tight lips became weak.

The invaders took advantage of the void and finally won the competition.

Sliding over the tooth surface, his lips and tongue intertwined, Sells' breathing became unstable, and his rough palm slowly moved down, touching a body that was not strong, but not weak. Memories from the dinner broke into his mind-after receiving active treatment, he could already remember more details.

For a long time, he has been convinced that he is not a weak person succumbing to desire, but at this moment this idea is shaken-certain actions have passed the line.

Sells’ original intention was just to sneak in and secretly give a goodnight kiss to his beloved, but the current situation, the meaning of the kiss has changed, and even began to develop a worse trend...

He sighed, knowing that these actions must be stopped.

This is too absurd, too slanderous, and even disrespectful to Naren. If he knew what he was doing, he would definitely hate him twice, avoid him, and treat himself with a colder attitude than ever before... This is not what Sells wanted to see.

-endure.

Sells persuaded himself and was about to retreat, but suddenly felt that Naron's body became tense without knowing when. Across the delicate fabric, he moved his palm and found that the stiffness became more pronounced.

Sells: "..."

He slowly stopped the deep kiss, forcing himself to pull a certain distance, and carefully observe the expressions of the people under his body.

Although the night is dark, after adapting to the darkness, the eyes have restored a certain visual function.

Naren's face was flushed red, lips were slightly plump, a few messy curly hair covering his forehead, and his green eyes were closed safely, as if he was sleeping soundly.

The marshal looked at it for a long time, turned his head slightly, touched the other person with the skin on the side of his face, and kissed the tip of the nose of the person under him, and whispered: "It's so beautiful..."

He pinched the back of the opponent's neck again and sighed slightly: "If you like me, then wake up."

The room was quiet and silent, and there was a slight snoring after a while.

A certain prince’s ability to pretend to sleep is very adept—I really fell asleep, really.

Sells twitched his mouth and touched the other's forehead: "It's okay if I don't like it. Anyway, I treat you like this..." He kissed his left cheek loudly, "You don't know."

Naryn: "..."

Sells seemed to become happy: "I will come to accompany you every night after you fall asleep."

Naryn: "..."

Sells finally put a soft kiss on his forehead: "Good night, baby."

After saying these words, the satisfied Marshal finally ended the night attack and left the Charvey house expertly under the cover of night.

And in the room, on the large soft bed, the ravaged Naren opened his eyes, wiped his face blankly, his eyes were empty...