Deeply rooted in your love [Fast Wear]

Chapter 61: Please Start Your Show (7)

It was night, the candles in many parts of the manor were extinguished one by one, and many of the servants had finished their work and entered the room, and the manor was quiet.
The night was quiet, but it was the most concentrating, and when the self-chiming bell on the wall rang, Zong Que stopped what he was doing, took the candlestick and left the study.
He finished a little late tonight, but tonight's manor was also quieter early.
Zong Que opened his door, the heavy door did not make any sound on the carpet, the candlestick in his hand illuminated a corner of the room, Zong Que put it in front of the wardrobe to change clothes, the clothes rubbed, but there was other slight movement in the room.
Zong Que stopped his movements and looked at the somewhat dark bed, he used to gray sheets, he couldn't see clearly under the candlelight, but he could see some curved undulations.
Self-recommended pillow seats.
Since he came to this manor, it is not that no one has thought about it, but he has learned from the past, and most of the people who work here now are only for that salary.
Ordinary people have a difficult life, and the servants who are driven out by their masters have a miserable fate, and it is right to want to climb up, but it should not be in this way, and there will be no emotion after the warning is invalid.
Zong Que rebuttoned his clothes, picked up the candlestick and walked towards the bed.
The gray bed gradually became clear, but the flat quilt on it was pulled up a human figure, revealing a little golden hair.
Zong Que's breath was slightly heavy, and when he was about to turn around and open the door to call someone, the quilt was gently pulled down by slender fingers, revealing the boy's watery eyes and crimson cheeks.
His gaze touched, as if frightened, he let go of the corners of the quilt, and his cheeks were buried in it again.
Zong Que paused in his steps, deducing the other party's script, and now it is probably going on to the point when the other party feels that he can suck blood.
He put the candlestick at the end of the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and pulled down the quilt and asked, "Why are you here?" The
young man was caught off guard by the candle flame, his watery eyes flashed slightly, and the hand that slid down his sleeve grabbed the corner of the quilt that was pulled down.
His hair was scattered, but he was only wearing a very light shirt, because the clothes did not fit and lay down, revealing a very beautiful neck, which was stained with moisture, and seemed to be full of floral fragrance, making the boy holding the quilt like a gift waiting to be opened, just need to gently pull the ribbon, you can easily have.
"The housekeeper asked me to come," Joel said softly, looking at the man sitting on the edge of the bed.
It only took a little hint for the butler to prepare the scents for him for bathing, and those ambiguous gestures were enough to make everyone think that it was time for them to proceed with this step.
Zong Que looked straight at him, the boy on the bed was very beautiful, he seemed to know how to show his most beautiful and vulnerable side, making people feel pity and destruction for him.
Such a straightforward gaze made Joel a little apprehensive when he looked at him, because it was not mixed with the emotions he hoped for and did not want, it was strange, he could not always touch the emotions of this person, and his thinking was always very different from other people.
Zong Que looked at his slightly tight fingers, reached out and pulled his collar, "I said, you don't have to do such a thing.
Joel's eyes widened, and he took the man's hand when he was about to get up, and met the man's gaze: "Are you not interested in me?"
"Do you want me to be interested in you?" Zong Que glanced at the hand on his wrist and said.
Joel estimated his thousands of reactions, but he didn't expect this one, and his eyes blinked lightly: "I just..."
"Did the housekeeper let you come?" Zong Que asked.
Joel clenched his wrist, his eyes trembling slightly, "I came by myself." It
was difficult for him to lie in front of this man, and he always looked at him with a calm expression, as if he could see through his careful thoughts at a glance.
"Because of what?" Zong Que looked at him and asked.
"Because I..." Joel clenched his wrist and opened his eyes slightly, "Didn't you buy me back for this kind of thing?" Because
of what, because of blood, but if this person willingly offered blood, would he really be excited when he saw this person's surprised gaze?
"So if someone photographs you, you'll dress like this and lie on someone else's bed?" Zong Que looked at the young man who turned his head and asked, "Will it?"
Joel's heart tightened to his dark eyes, and at that moment he inexplicably felt that this person seemed to be not very happy, he should have been happy about this, but with some inexplicable nervousness: "No
..." In the past, he didn't have to spend so much effort when looking for fun things, some humans would be eager to make him lose interest directly, while others would be very hypocritical and wanted to play a game of love with him, they would be like gentlemen, not overstepped, but they were the same, enjoying nothing more than conquest and domestication, and those inferior means he had seen too much in the blood race, many blood tribes were so domesticated their prey, he was also not interested in this.
There are many human stories, but many people feel very interested when they watch from the inferior, and they can't sustain their interest for even an hour when they are in it.
Only this person made him interested, because he could not see through and was always frustrated, so he was very interested.
But it seems that more than that, this person always gives him a sense of indulgence that sees through his tricks and still allows him to play.
"Whatever the for, don't do this kind of thing." Zong Que withdrew his hand, "Go back."
"I didn't!" Joel got up and tugged at the hem of his clothes, looked at the man's eyes looking back and said softly, "I really don't..."
He likes to find some pleasure in a tasteless life, wants to taste the best blood, but his forbearance, he puts himself here in this sacrificial gesture, but not only for those two reasons.
He coveted this human being and looked forward to even close contact with him, not just for play.
"I... I like you a lot. Joel looked up at him and said, the tightness of his heart seemed to loosen at that moment, and he didn't want to see the man's disappointed expression.
It's a strange and bad feeling, but it's not bad.
Zong Que looked at the nervous look in the eyes of the young man who sat up, sat on the edge of the bed and pulled up his scattered collar, fastened his clothes buttons, and said, "What about your own clothes?"
"Replaced and taken away." Joel looked at his fingers and his gaze fell on his face, "Are you going to let me go back?"
"How many people know you're coming?" Zong Que asked.
"Everyone," Joel whispered.
He originally planned to suck blood and then kidnap him if he successfully seduced him tonight, but this person did not follow his ideas at every step, and made him feel a little weak, although he didn't know what he was doing.
But this human is more resistant than the group of vampire hunters.
Zong Que straightened his collar and looked at him, "Sleep here first tonight, and go out tomorrow morning."
If it were not for the servant, climbing into bed without permission but not succeeding, I am afraid that many people would have secretly ridiculed.
If it wasn't him, but someone else, he could send it out of the manor, but it was impossible for the blood clan in front of him to go out, and if he was ridiculed, this manor might become the territory of the blood clan.
Joel certainly understood what he meant, and this person's attitude towards others always seemed to be a little different from him: "So what are we like this?"
Zong Que raised his eyes to look at him, he was also thinking about this question, he was waiting for the other party to show his true face and could talk, but many things were not just because he was a blood clan.
Even if he changes his body and has new memories, this person is still this person, and he needs to recognize it again, but he cannot be completely separated.
"In love." Zong Que looked at him and said.
Joel's gaze froze, his whole body seemed to stiffen for a moment, his mind was blank, the breathing and cardiac arrest that he had maintained, he opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't seem to know what to say.
In love?!
Because of this answer, a very strange but very comfortable sweet taste in the mouth and heart came up.
Love, that is a human feeling.
He is a blood clan and is rumored to fall in love with humans... It's not impossible.
"What's the process of falling in love?" Joel feels that according to human love, that is, they like each other and can go to bed, but this person's opinion may be different from others.
Zong Que pondered: "The process of mutual understanding, cultivating feelings, and running in with each other.
"Run-in? Do we still need to run in? Joel felt that this man really lived up to his expectations.
"Yes." Zong Que said, "I don't fully understand you yet.
The blood clan's interest had reached a level that he couldn't understand.
"I treat you tooBe. Joel said subconsciously.
Perfect, they just need to run in.
"Sleep." Zong Que got up, picked up the candlestick again and walked to the closet.
Joel watched as he opened the cabinet door and took off his clothes, and his teeth itched a little.
According to the habits of many blood tribes, you only need to look at the little interest on the epithelium to pull into bed.
Although he didn't quite think of the hunger of those low-level blood races, according to this man's thinking, they would probably not be able to go to bed for three or five years.
Joel's gaze fell on the man's hand that pulled down the hem of his clothes, and he felt that it was not impossible.
The other party does not know what he is, so he dares to fall in love with him, and he has to say that his courage is commendable.
Zong Que came back with the candlestick, and what he saw was the young man's shining eyes under the light.
That emotion means that he wants to be a demon.
Zong Que sat on the edge of the bed, pulled up the quilt and said, "Go to bed early."
Yoel looked at the man next to him who was half-lying down, gently turned around and lay on his pillow and said, "Do you just sleep like this?" Although
his clothes were buttoned well, the collar was slightly wider, and because of this action, Zong Que's angle was at a glance.
Just when Joel noticed his gaze lift his cheek and smile, he saw that the man withdrew his gaze, extinguished the candle flame and said, "Just sleep like this." Indifferent
and ruthless, he didn't put the beauty of the blood tribe in his eyes at all!
The room was dark, Zong Que couldn't see anything for a while, but Joel's vision was not hindered in any way, he looked at the man's closed eyes and puffed out his cheeks: "Then how to cultivate feelings?" Didn't
humans say that male creatures all think in their lower bodies? Lonely man and widow in the same room, his feeling of blood sucking is almost uncontrollable, this person can sleep peacefully.
Where is the face of the Blood Clan going to rest?
Zong Que opened his eyes and asked, "How do you want to cultivate?"
"You can't sleep separately when you're in love." Joel said.
Human lovers sleep together, but this man just threw him aside?
"Do you really want to hold it?" Zong Que asked.
He needs sleep, but the blood clan next to him does not, his spirit is always exceptionally good, he can't sit still after reading a book for a while, let him lie honestly in his arms for one night, it is he himself who suffers.
"Hmm..." replied Joel.
Zong Que took a deep breath, rolled over and held the boy's shoulder and brought it to his arms: "Sleep." The
warm breath was close to the nose, and Joel's whole person was wrapped in this breath, obviously the same as the breath he sneaked into this room to smell, but the mood was a little different.
A little fun.
The person in his arms did not move for a long time, Zong Que's breathing gradually deepened, but he suddenly noticed the slight movement in his arms, he quietly moved up, and stopped when the pillow next to him sank lightly.
There was no breath close to the room that gradually adjusted, but there was a slightly dark shadow, Zong Que maintained a steady breathing, and a soft touch was attached to his lips.
Although he tried it once, he still didn't have a way to do it, just licked his lips after touching it, and rubbed it up again, and a whispered muttering in the middle of the night: "I still want to sleep like this, you want to be beautiful..."
He just touched his lips okay, but it seemed that he couldn't hold back the feeling of sucking blood, his fangs rubbed slightly to Zong Que's lower lip, it didn't hurt, but it was a little itchy, and the owner of the fangs didn't notice it at all, and probed his breath, The kiss landed on the chin and stayed on the side of the neck.
"I don't know when you'll sleep with me..." Joel's fangs rested on the side of his neck, where the blood was extremely thick and particularly stimulating his appetite, but there was another desire that made him want to touch it with his lips.
"I'll just taste the outside and definitely don't suck blood." Joel's Adam's apple moved lightly, but when he was about to touch it, he was covered by the hand that originally hugged his waist.
"What are you doing?" A slightly sleepy voice came from overhead.
Joel's heart tightened, and he lifted his cheeks to meet the man's open eyes, his mouth closed, his fangs retracted, and he was a little glad that the other party couldn't see small things clearly in such a dark night: "Nothing..." How
should he explain? How much did the other party hear just now?
If the other party knows that he is a blood clan, there may be fear of him, or disgust, or praying to him for eternal life in his eyes.
Zong Que could feel the stiff body in his arms and knew that if he wanted to sleep now, he had to quiet the person in his arms.
Joel's jaw was gently lifted, and when he was puzzled, he noticed the approach of the other party's breath, and then his lips were lightly kissed, his eyes widened, and there seemed to be the sound of the other party's heartbeat in his ears, which interpreted the vitality of this person one by one.
It was obviously the touch of his lips, but it was completely different from the feeling of his own approach.
Zongque's hand clasped around his neck, deepening the kiss as the boy opened his mouth in surprise.
Joel's fingers tightened slightly, and his originally wide eyes narrowed slightly, which was a completely different feeling from sucking blood, he... He likes it so much.
As soon as the kiss parted, Zong Que wiped the corners of his slightly moist lips, took the person into his arms and said, "Be nice, don't toss it."
"Hmm..." Joel was taken into his arms, and his nasal voice seemed to be answered, and his mind was still blank.
He felt as if he was about to be eaten just now, but the feeling of being floating in the clouds made him feel better than all the pleasure he found.
Human kissing was originally not limited to lip to lip, but deeper communication.
He had no interest in human communication before, and all the Bloods showed him was venting communication, and then biting their prey neck when they were addicted.
It was repetitive and boring to watch, and it didn't tickle his interest at all.
But now it was different, and he found new pleasures.
"Ebram, again," Joel said as he leaned into his lips.
Zong Que listened to the undisguised interest in his words, and felt as if he had turned on one of his switches: "Joel, be restrained.
"Of course, happy things have to be done all the time, why moderation?" Joel pressed his lips, but no matter how tempted he was, he couldn't find the feeling just now.
"Do you want to go out?" Zong Que pinched the back of his neck and asked.
Joel snorted softly in his nose, put his arms around his neck and said, "Just once, I promise to sleep obediently." There
was a soft breath in the darkness, like a helpless sigh, and the next moment the back of his neck was buckled, greeting the deep kiss that made him obsessed, and the arm around him tightened, allowing this deep kiss to last for a long time.
When the kiss parted, Joel's mind went blank again, but he felt the rise and fall of his chest beside him and heard the slightly heavy breathing in the middle of the night.
The body was embraced, Joel's head rested on the man's chest, and he heard the heavy heartbeat there, and the blood in the air was much richer and sweeter than before.
This is the human reaction when emotional.
But compared to blood qi, he seemed to like the sound of this person's heartbeat when he was emotional.
"Sleep." Zong Que calmed his airways.
Joel replied gently: "Hmm.
Although he felt that he could kiss for a little longer, he also knew that at this time he had better be honest, otherwise this person would really dare to throw him out of the room.
In the past, if anyone dared to throw him out, that person would not see the sun the next day, but seeing that this person was his favorite human being, and he found new pleasures, he decided to forgive this person for his unreasonable behavior.
[Host, aren't you afraid of what thousand-year-old corpse virus he brought with him this time? 1314 asked curiously.
Zong Que's thoughts cleared up again, and he was silent for a moment and said, "Help me check it.]
【There is a fee.】 1314 said.
So the host doesn't care, but forgets?
[Hmm. Zong Que replied.
The system was successfully billed, and finally rose from a small waste system, busy to test: [1314 system reports the test results for you, this test costs a thousand star coins, no harmful viruses, there is a power in saliva to quickly heal human wounds, effective in a second, often taken...]
[Yes. Zong Que stopped the system from adding oil and vinegar and closed his eyes.
The night is already very late, and if you don't sleep, you will not get enough sleep.
[Well, it's really good for physical and mental health. 1314 said.
Zong Que's eyebrows moved slightly and asked, "Does the Origin World have a function of reporting system?]
】 [No, of course not, how can there be this function?! ] 1314's mechanical tone is full of anxiety.
Another mechanical voice sounded in Zong Que's mind: [Are you sure you report the 1314 system?] Please truthfully describe what you are encountering and we will impose penalties on the system as appropriate, including but not limited to cleaning data, replacing cores, re-education, and returning to the factory to reengineer. If the facts you fabricate exceed the standard, the host will be punished, including but not limited to deducting star coins...】
The system sound is very flat and straightforward, and 1314 is instantly anxious like an ant on a hot pot: [Host, I don't talk nonsense anymore! ] 】 How
can ordinary people think of reporting systems, not afraid of their collusion up and down, complicity?
[Do not report.] Zong Que said.
The voice that was still broadcasting disappeared, and a voice sounded in Zong Que's mind: [Oh, thank you host. ]
It doesn't have such a ruthless host!
【What situation will be returned to the factory for reconstruction?】 Zong Que asked.
[Dear host, it is generally only used to betray the Origin World. 1314's mechanical voice is perverse and well-behaved, "I can't reach that, you don't need to go deeper.]
【What about the unusual situation?】 Zong Que asked.
1314 made a long electric sound there, isn't its host not interested in many things? Why so interested in this!
[The team leader of the Origin World can directly return the system to the factory and rebuild, without having to report to the central government. 1314 said.
Although the team leader has this power, so far no innocent system has been returned to the factory without warning.
Central, team leader.
Zong Que got useful information that the Origin World may not have a class division, but it also has its own management system.
Zong Que's thoughts fell into a very heavy place, 1314 smoothed out every data of his own, feeling that he could no longer love.
Other people's novice hosts are in awe of the system, and their host has actually found a way to report it, who is it all for!
The night was silent, even Joel closed his eyes in the sound of soothing breathing, the sound of the jungle wind did not reach the room, and a figure fell on the treetops under the moonlight, looking for it with his nose up, and there was a hint of pleasure in his dark red eyes.
This is the taste of top-of-the-line blood, and it's almost a catalytic success.
The eyes of the young man in the dark room opened, he pulled away the arm around his waist, opened the window, and opened the security window to land under the moonlight.
The golden hair was gently blown by the wind, and the eyes that used to be blue were dyed with blood under the moonlight.
The figure in the distance shrank his pupils, but when he wanted to turn around, he noticed the breath floating behind him, he suddenly turned and retreated, looking at the young man who was still in place, and the guard in his eyes did not recede: "Prince Akonbed? Why are you here?
"You guess." The boy floating there tilted his head slightly, with a kind smile on his face.
"I think you found good prey in that manor." Duke Feige shrugged his shoulders and said, "I just found this place by passing by, and I didn't mean to rob your prey." Jolja
Combed, is a strange species among the blood tribe, as long as it disturbs his interest, whether it is a human or a blood tribe, it can become the target of his hunt, there is not so much affection among the same race, but he is likely to suddenly turn his face, and he also has the power to turn his face at any time.
The Prince is at the top of the blood clan, and Joya Combed's bloodline is at the top of all the princes, he can simulate body temperature, heartbeat, and even not afraid of sunlight, so he can freely hide in the human group.
The wolf can put on sheep's clothing, which is the envy of countless blood tribes, but he did not use it to the extreme, but watched the battle between the blood tribe and the human race like a game, without taking sides.
"Passing by?" There was some confusion in Joel's tone.
"Yes, I've recently found new fun." Duke Feige smiled at the corner of his lips, but his body did not relax for a moment, he looked at the young man's interested eyes and said, "Are you interested in knowing?"
"Let's hear it." Joel did have some interest.
Although he liked the human kiss, he had to be subject to the so-called human temperance, of course, to find some other hobbies, such as the so-called fun in the mouth of the blood clan.
"Turning one of the human couples into a vampire, while the other has always been a human, once a lover has become a prey, and their love does not know whether it will withstand such a test." Duke Feige said with a smile.
"First embrace?" Joel asked.
"Yes, humans hate betrayal, and after lovers are defiled, their painful looks are really exciting." Duke Feige laughed, "Hopeless and helpless, and then disgust, abandonment, betrayal, fighting, very interesting."
"Lover," Jolmo smiled with his chin drawn, "it's funny indeed."
Vampires and humans, once close people have become enemies, and the equates of life expectancy are tests of human feelings.
"The pair I've been chasing recently hasn't been separated for the time being, are you interested in checking it out?" Duke Feige asked with a smile.
"No thanks, I've found something more interesting lately." Joel's eyebrows curved and said, "Since you are passing by, let's leave when I am still in a good mood."
The smile at the corner of Feige's mouth narrowed a little, and he saluted with one hand: "Okay, I'll leave immediately." "
Top blood, before the catalytic success, I'm afraid Joel won't leave here easily.
He lowered his arm and turned around, thinking about how to get a piece of the pie, but when he stepped on another treetop, he was nailed to the trunk by a hand stretched out from his heart.
The feeling of heart squeezing and pulling came, and Fei Qi reluctantly turned his head, looking at the smiling teenager behind him and reluctantly said: "For..."
"The story you tell makes me not feel very good." The young man had a smile in his eyes, but he frowned slightly, "I don't like the word that lovers are defiled, just like the prey of the blood clan, no one is allowed to covet!"
His words fell, the cold heart was pinched, the struggling Blood Clan lowered its head, and some blood splashed on his face when the boy withdrew his hand, and the blood of the big beach stained red and penetrated the ground.
The blood of the Duke of Blood is the most precious treasure for many low-level blood clans and vampires, but for Joel, he looked at the blood stained on his fingers, flicked it unhappily, glanced at the uncovered place above his head, turned and flew to the river he had found before.
Early tomorrow morning, the dead blood will turn into flying ash in the sunlight along with his blood.
The blood on his hands washed away little by little with the river, and Joel looked at his fingers that had become white again, looking at the blood vessels in them in the moonlight.
No matter how powerful the power is, no matter how long the life is, once you die, nothing will be left, this is the blood race.
The road ahead is not visible, and many things that could have excited him will slowly lose their interest, and if it is too long, it will become boring.
Human beings have a life span of decades, obviously so short, but every day is busy and looks so fulfilling.
Joel landed in the master bedroom, closed the security windows and curtains, and sat on the edge of the bed watching the sleeping man, wondering how long his interest in this person would last.
Human temperament is always changing, and I hope that one day it will not become something he does not like very much.
Joel pulled the corner of the quilt and lay down, rubbed the man's body temperature, sighed comfortably, but the next moment was held in the arms of the person with his eyes closed, and a sleepy voice came from overhead: "Where did you go?"
"Go to the bathroom." Joel whispered.
"Hmm." The voice answered, then died silent.
Joel looked up slightly and kissed his chin, at least for now he still liked this person.
It's still fun to be in love.
......
The morning in the manor was as cool as ever, the sound of birdsong came, and when Zong Que opened his eyes, he noticed the line of sight that was close at hand, the sight was clear, the young man was lying beside him, his extremely beautiful face was very close, with a smile, his hand reached over and pinched his nose.
Zong Que couldn't breathe well for a while, grippedHolding his hand down, he got up and looked at the time, and found that it had exceeded the usual morning time, and he wanted to leave, only to find that the boy was sitting in his arms and hugging him.
"When did it start?" Zong Que grabbed his waist and moved the person down, got out of bed and asked.
"It didn't take long to wake up." Joel sat on the bed and looked at the man leaving, got out of bed barefoot, and hugged him from behind when the man opened the wardrobe door, "I see that the master has not woken up, and has been quiet, isn't it very considerate?"
Zong Que looked back at the young man with a smile in the corners of his eyes, thought about his new script, and picked out the clothes to wear today: "Don't you change your clothes?"
"As a personal servant, how can you take care of yourself without waiting for your master to change clothes." Joel laughed.
"Personal servants usually dress themselves first." Zong Que said.
The teenager's voice was full of pleasure: "But aren't we in love?" Zong
Que: "..."
1314 captures a deflated host, blackened because he was almost reported, and quickly records the scene.
The system is very vengeful!
"You have to let go of me to change." Zong Que looked at the hand clasped around his waist.
"You have to take it off before you change." Joel pulled on the hem of his clothes, discarded all the character scripts, and pulled up, his eyes fixed on the man's expression, but unfortunately did not notice the slightest change.
Zong Que didn't stop it, but when the clothes were pulled on it, Joel found himself wanting to take it off... Gotta pad.
Obviously he was originally the same height, but now he actually has to pad his feet!
Joel looked at the man in front of him who looked motionless, not for a moment, nor to let him bend.
"I'll do it myself." Zong Que pulled the collar and took off his shirt, but saw that the smile on the young man's lips had disappeared, and the whole person seemed to fall into gloom, "I can grow taller in the future."
Joel's expression was a little cracked for a moment, and his height had changed from hundreds of years ago: "I'm already an adult..."
Zong Que doesn't quite understand the growth law of the blood clan, even the prince of the blood clan should grow up slowly after birth, so the setting of the blood clan is that it will no longer grow after adulthood?
"Actually, you're not short." Zong Que said.
The boy's height is not outstanding in the manor, but he is taller than many adult men, but he is more than half a head shorter than him.
Joel looked up at his calm expression, and began to think about the possibility of taking people away without falling in love: "Why are you so tall?" It's
only been a few years!
"Regular schedule, more exercise, balanced nutrition." Zong Que said.
Joel thought about his hundreds of years of sleep in the coffin, and after waking up, regardless of playing around day and night, and choosing not to drink it at all because of the picky taste of blood, he almost fainted: "Is it still time to remedy now?"
"Can you still grow?" Zong Que asked.
Joel: "..."
1314 looked at the scene of the host Saren pig's heart, clicked and recorded it, intending to observe it again and again, and grow into a scheming system.
Seeing that the people had begun to grind their teeth, Zong Que looked at the wardrobe and said, "You come and pick today's clothes."
Joel looked at the wardrobe with a depressed face, regretted his past behavior, and then took out one of them, shook it off to help the man wear it, and muttered in a low voice: "I can't reach it, you don't know how to bend over."
"You don't feel like your self-esteem is frustrated?" Zong Que asked, buttoning his shirt.
Joel pulled on his collar, his fingers paused, and found that he would, height was really a pain that he could not erase for the rest of his life, the person he touched... He looked at the abs that were gradually hidden because the man was buttoned, and his fingers were on his hand and said, "It's not that I'll wear it."
"Here you go." Zong Que looked at him with suddenly interested eyes and let go of his hand.
With a smile on the corner of his lips, Joel looked at the healthy texture, buttoning it one by one.
Human beings are really an amazing species, and it only takes two or three years to be able to have completely different changes.
If the other party were as tall as him, he might not have such great interest.
The buttons were fastened one by one, and Joel tied the buttons at the neckline, looking at the Adam's apple and neck that were close at hand, and felt a little like tearing it off.
Zong Que looked at his frozen expression, and bowed his head slightly: "This is a little better."
Joel looked up, looked into his close eyes, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and grabbed the man's collar and kissed him on the lips when he was caught off guard.
A flash of surprise flashed in Zong Que's eyes, and he watched the banter in the young man's eyes open and buckle his waist.
But by the time the kiss parted, it was only a shallow taste.
"Why don't you kiss me like you did last night?" Joel rubbed his snort at him.
"I still have to eat breakfast, the morning run has been missed, and if you eat a little late, the whole morning will be wasted." Zong Que raised his head and let go of his waist, looked at the wrinkled collar, and took out another shirt from the closet to change into.
The collar fastener is fastened, and the cufflinks should be sorted out directly when walking, which is much faster than before I don't know.
Joel licked his lips, and it was pleasing to the eye to watch his movements.
Zong Que changed his clothes and glanced at the young man who was sitting on the side staring straight at him, and said, "I'll go get you clothes."
He opened the door and went straight out, and Joel touched his lips and licked his fangs on the tip of his tongue, if he didn't go out again, he couldn't control it.
Falling in love is really a torturous process of blood races.
Zong Que was originally a little late, when he changed his clothes and went downstairs, it was already dawn, their rooms were next to each other, and it was nothing to go downstairs together, but when Zong Que sat on the chair, Joel sat directly on his lap, and got rid of a successful little goblin, so that the housekeepers on the side could not help choking.
"Eat first." Zong Que looked at the man sitting on his lap.
Joel watched the people around him try to control their surprised gazes, and kissed him on the face: "Okay." The
servant served two breakfasts this time, Zong Que lowered his head to eat, but the boy sitting opposite seemed to have the appetite of a bird, and he did not eat two bites, and vigorously poured the dishes into his plate.
The housekeeper was terrified to watch from the sidelines, but Zong Que ate the dishes that the young man held one by one, but set up his chopsticks when he was almost full: "If you don't want to eat, you can put it away."
"Don't want to eat." Joel withdrew his chopsticks.
"Hmm." Zong Que rinsed his mouth, wiped his mouth and got up, picked up the newspaper as usual, and sat down on the sofa.
Joel also got up, but went into the kitchen to boil hot water, took out the black tea and put it in the teapot, there was the sound of a dinner plate next to him, Joel turned to look at the girl who came in and smiled: "Hanni, good morning."
Hanny looked at him with a complicated expression, cleaned the plate in her hand and looked down, "Good morning."
Joel's eyes turned slightly outside, and the gazes of many servants looked at him vaguely, all with a little complexity.
This complication had occurred when he first came to this manor, but as they got along, they seemed to think that he was also a servant, and slowly accepted him, and now their identities were separated again.
Human beings are like this, the same people can get along, the failed people can be pitied, but the real success will stay away.
Every time human nature looks at it, it will be the same result, but because it is the same, it is especially interesting to be different.
The kettle boiled, and Joel made the black tea, picked it up and walked to the sofa in the living room and put it down: "Master, your tea is ready."
His tone was slightly raised, Zong Que listened to this title, raised his eyes to look at the smile on his lips, and knew that he had a bad idea again: "Thank you."
And in the next moment, the young man took his hand away, sat in his arms and smiled: "You're welcome." The servants
next to him gasped, Zong Que looked at the very happy boy in his arms, buckled his waist and adjusted his position, and unfolded the newspaper: "This section is a story.
Joel's gaze fell on the story, and after reading two lines, he slowly glanced at the man's hand, his gaze slipped, glanced at the man's face, and then leaned into his arms, raised his head and kissed his chin.
"Finished reading?" DzongqueLowered eyes asked.
"Can't look in." Joel's fingers scratched his chin and said, "Does the newspaper look good with me?"
"We can't stare at each other all day." Zong Que got up and took the black tea and took some lightly.
The tea soup was rosy, and there was a faint aroma in the air, and Joel looked at it and said curiously: "I also want to taste it."
"Hmm." Zong Que handed him the cup.
"Not this one." Joel stared at his lips and coquettishly said, "Master feed me."
Zong Que knew that he had opened up a new script: "..."