Intergalactic Era of Gossip

The educated marshal took a deep breath: "There is a horse farm nearby, shall we go?"

In a sense, carts and horses can also be grouped together.

"The rest area over there is good." Sells emphasized the word rest.

Naryn hesitated: "I am not good at equestrianism."

Sells: "..." It seems that the emphasis didn't make much difference. On the contrary, the other person's face was very hesitant, but his eyes were shining. It was really irresistible.

Sells immediately said: "It's okay, I'll help you."

Naryn's eyes suddenly became suspicious.

Sells helplessly: "Look at it." He was just a little tired from blowing too much wind, but this fatigue was not enough to affect him, and even...if it wasn't in front of Narren, he would not show any fatigue at all. state.

This is more like a comfortable, relaxed, non-alert state than "tired state."

However, Naron still shook his head: "Let's take a short walk."

Although the street is empty, it is not empty. According to the recognition of Sells's face, it is estimated that a disguise measure will be taken.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Sells skillfully took out the mask from a cabinet and put it on, then pulled out a mask of the same style from a deeper place and handed it to Narren.

"Wear it, you are not less well-known than me now." Sayles said confusingly.

Seeing that he did not respond, the witty marshal took the initiative to take on the task of wearing a mask.

As soon as Naryn was about to open his mouth to ask a question, he felt a warmth in his mouth-covered by the cloth.

Selce's dark eyes were looking at him with a smile, rough finger pads across the cochlea, and when the tether was buckled, Naren felt that his earlobe was slightly pinched.

"..." This familiar feeling of being taken advantage of.

Sells retracted his hand and opened the door first: "Let's go."

Looking at someone who had nothing to do, Narren thought deeply that maybe he should try to get used to it. The respectable Marshal seemed to be somewhat different from ordinary people's hobbies in some respects.

When Naryn got out of the car, Sells came close again naturally and reached out to hold him, his expression still very steady and reliable.

Naryn turned his head, his gaze from top to bottom, and finally fell on the hands of the two.

Strictly speaking, this should be the first "close" contact between the two in broad daylight - oh, Duny's dark history? The prince has already sealed it in dust, so it won't be counted for the time being.

The feeling of being grasped by a slightly rough hand is not accustomed, and he is not very comfortable with the prince who moves with people on the street where pedestrians pass by at any time. He can't help straightening his back and his expression is tight. .

"Sales..."

The marshal who was called happily shook his hands: "What's the matter?"

Narren: "We..." Or do we go our own way? However, the words turned into: "How long have you been out?"

Sells: "It's still early, don't worry."

Naryn nodded casually.

At this moment, a car suddenly came oncoming. Naryn squinted, and instantly broke free of Sells's hand and stepped aside. He didn't react until the car drove away and realized what he had done.

The gray-green eyes turned half a circle and glanced at Sells who was still in place.

The other party noticed his gaze and smiled at him, seemingly not unhappy.

A strong sense of guilt rose from the bottom of his heart, and Naron looked away and became a little sad-he seemed to get used to kissing first, but forgot these most basic things.

Sells approached again, but this time he didn't hold anyone again.

Naren's eyes flickered: "A car is coming."

Sells helplessly: "I know."

"Sales, I'm not used to walking with people like this."

Naryn is really not used to it, perhaps because he has seen more men and women show affection in the public. As a single dog for many years, his deep impression of such incidents is resistance. By the time it was his turn, the impressions he had left before had affected him, and his well-educated education prevented him from doing intimate behaviors.

If Sells knew his inner thoughts, he would be even more helpless.

It's just holding hands.

It is a pity that a prince with a complicated heart is always suspicious.

Sells: "It's my fault."

Narren: "No."

Sells: "We'll wait until we go back."

Naryn: "..."

Sells suddenly lowered his voice and leaned into his ear: "Baby, I want to hold you."

Naren, who was suspected of being molested by words, glanced at him diagonally, and said decisively: "No."

Sells: "..."

"We really should get used to it." He took the initiative to grab Sells's wrist and said: "It would be better to get used to it in advance."

Sells pointed to the front and reminded: "I heard the engine sound again."

Naryn didn't give him any expression: "In fact, the people in the car don't care who is around, what happened to them."

The smile on the corner of Sells's mouth gradually widened, and he took the opportunity to ask: "What happened to them?"

Naren's men squeezed hard, "Nothing."

Sells: "..."

Approaching dusk, the warm-colored stars gradually slanted westward, and the distant sky was stained with flame-like red. Two first love couples who have formally gotten off the singles and have zero experience stumbling and stumbling for a meeting.

Behind him is a lonely sports car with a self-driving mode set up and crawling slowly.

After the two turned into a tree-lined path, the tall man who was led all the way pushed him against the tree trunk. He lowered his head and tried his relatives a few times. After confirming that he was not rejected, he gave each other a long time. Deep kiss.

With his lips and tongue intertwined, and his breathing mingled in one place, Narren originally wanted to calmly complete this as a dating step, but afterwards he became even more conscious.

He waited until he felt breathing difficulties, barely awake, and pressed the opponent's shoulder.

Sells panted a little. After feeling the "Stop" signal, he tightly circled the person with his hands, and then put his chin on top of the opponent's head.

Narren: "..." He clearly remembered that he was only less than half a head shorter than Sells.

Looking down, the heroic marshal, in order to maintain this posture that can make the next person "little the bird", specially stood on tiptoe...?

"Naren." Sells said in a low and dull voice with a slight pant: "Sometimes I will have an idea, but you will definitely be unhappy..."

Naron thought to himself, what a terrible opening.

"About the Salsa dinner..." Sells stretched out a hand and squeezed the back of his neck. "Don't frown."

Naron: "..." The prince, who was stuck in the process of his expression conversion, was in an awkward position.

"Fortunately, it's not someone else."

After a short silence.

Naron asked, "What if Dia?"

Sells was stunned and let go of the person to look at each other: "What?"

Naryn was curious: "Aren't you good friends? If it were him, what would you do? Or Ender?"

Sells: "..."

Naren's expression freezes: "It's hard to answer?"

Sells: "No, I just imagined it, and then I was in extreme shock."

Narren: "Where is Salsa?"

Sells: "Sue and sue, and let the little girl realize what irresponsibility is... a scumbag?"

Naryn: "..."

After a while, he asked again: "What if it's Luye?"

Sells's mouth twitched, grabbing the back of his neck and teaching: "Your Highness, what are you thinking about in your head?"

Naren suddenly said nothing.

When the force on the back of his neck was loosened, he immediately pushed the person away, his expression hesitant to speak, and finally showed a look of hard work and turned and continued to walk forward.

Sells naturally stepped to keep up.

Naryn asked in a low voice, "Do you always carry that kind of stuff with you?"

Sells looked at him confusedly: "Which?"

What responded to him was a silent look in his eyes.

Sells: "???"

This problem didn't come to light until the two set off on their way home, and a suspicious person with a piercing case came to their senses. Even though his face had been cultivated to a certain level, Sells couldn't help but blush. It was indeed a little hard to explain.

Why would he put the family token on when he was unconscious?

Sells looked at himself and confirmed that he didn't have some special hobbies, and even before that, he didn't know that he could do such a thing.

Can't help but move his gaze to the chest of the person next to him-now naturally there is nothing to be seen, hidden under decent clothing, wrapped tightly.

The memory of that night has been completely restored, and Sells's mind showed the picture of when he took off the ring and put it on.

This self-respecting prince seemed to regain consciousness at that moment.

Sweaty forehead clings to the skin messily, and the beautiful body with powdered powder suddenly bounced into an arc because of the pain. The young man screamed and grabbed his arm, his face pale, while staring at him with misty eyes, staring for a few minutes.

The brains of people underneath being eroded by alcohol work much slower than usual, but the sound of inhalation overflowing from the mouth proves that the process of "piercing" is not beautiful.

The old curator of the Abolo Medical Center once stated the tragic condition of the wound, and Naren's efforts to go to the doctor in disguise disguised himself as he saw it...

Thinking about it this way, the behavior when one's consciousness disappeared was too rough, indeed too much.

It's no wonder that Naron's face was not so good for a while, and his attitude towards him was also full of hostility.

"It's almost time for dinner. When I get to your house, I'll just drive back."

Sells grabbed the person: "Be with me again."

Naryn: "..."

Sells moved his whole body and hugged him.

"I'll make good food for you." Sells pleaded in a seductive tone. "Oh, by the way, you haven't visited the basement yet."

"The basement?" Isn't this kind of location usually where some precious items are placed, is it tightly locked on weekdays? Or it may be piled up old debris, messy and dusty.

"Is there anything special?"

Sells pulled him and said, "No."

Naryn: "..."