The president's surrogate wife, he always wants to escape

Harmore, whose mouth was covered suddenly, was taken aback at first, but then he smelled the familiar smell of a dog man, and kicked back angrily.

Saiman, who was hurt from being kicked, grinned, and leaned into Hamoel's ear with a dangerous voice, "I said, Master Hamoore, you kicked him even though you knew it was me?"

"If I don't kick you, who will you kick? If you eat poisonous mushrooms in the middle of the night, you won't be able to come here and go crazy?"

Harmore slapped the big hand on his mouth, turned around and scolded Saiman in a bad temper.

But just facing Saiman, he was blocked by a wall, his hands were pressed on the top of his head, and the long silver hair that was pinched fell down like a waterfall.

Saiman's sudden domineering made Harmore a little overwhelmed, and was forced to raise his head to meet him, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

Seemingly knowing that Harmore was uncomfortable, Saiman let go of the hand on top of his head, and instead clasped his fingers tightly beside his legs, bowing his head with one hand on the top of Harmore's head to deepen the kiss frequently.

The moonlight just shone in from where the two were, reflecting between their upper body and their necks, and one could clearly see one wearing a thin nightgown and the other wearing cumbersome court royal clothes, with one long hair and one short hair.

The two were quite inseparable, the sweetness echoed in the whole room, and the atmosphere was extremely ambiguous.

It took a long time before Saiman was willing to let go of Harmore, breathing messily and looking eagerly at Harmore before him, then bowed his head and kissed again, his eyes were full of wanting.

Harmore was already having difficulty breathing, his chest was heaving and breathing non-stop, he swallowed with difficulty, and the corners of his eyes were red and tight.

He looked thin at first, but he had a delicate and pretty face, and his loose silver hair made him even more charming, making it easy for people to look at him uncontrollably.

Ordinary people will blush when they see Harmore like this, let alone Saiman who loves Harmore to the core, the eyes that look at Harmore are full of aggression, just like wanting to hurt Harmore to death .

How could Hamel fail to see it, and immediately frowned and covered Saiman's mouth to prevent him from doing anything foolish.

Saiman was not angry, he hugged Hammer's body tightly with both hands, and rubbed his forehead against Hammer's head, his voice was hot and restrained, "I haven't seen you for two days, I miss you so much."

Harmoll, who was still angry, blushed unconsciously when he heard this, and his heart skipped a beat. After all, who would hate his man when he said he missed him, and used such a pestering tone.

But Hamoore was happy in his heart, but he didn't show it. He deliberately pretended to be angry and preached, "Shouldn't Your Highness be in the palace at this time? Why did you come here?"

In fact, I was also a little worried that the queen would find out that Saiman ran out, and the queen would vent her anger on Saiman again, but she didn't say it clearly.

But it doesn't mean that Saiman can't hear it, no, he caressed the face of Hamoore who was close at hand and asked with a smile, "Is our Master Hamoore worried about me?"

"His Highness guesses."

Harmoll would not follow the answer Saiman wanted and said, leaning his back against the wall and looking up coldly at Saiman, he didn't blush in panic after being molested, he wouldn't be an old married couple.

As expected of my Hammer, he can always stabilize his emotions in a flash.

There was a smile on the corner of Saiman's mouth, and the arc was still deep.

He hugged Harmore, and the floral fragrance of shower gel wafted into his nose in an instant, and the surroundings were like lilies, which smelled so good.

"I will use this shower gel in the future, it suits you very well."

After Saiman finished speaking, he sneaked a kiss to Harmore with a smile on his face.

Harmore, who was being hugged upright, gave Saiman a blank look and didn't say anything, but he also remembered it in his heart.

He put his hands on Saiman's shoulders, looked down at Saiman's serious face, "Why did you come here in the middle of the night! What if your mother finds out?"

"Just hurry back before dawn, so she won't find out."

As Saiman said, he hugged Harmore to the sofa, and let Harmore sit on his lap when he sat down, so that the two faced each other.

Harmore didn't get off Saiman's body, frowning up and down to check whether Saiman was injured, very carefully.

Saiman leaned on the sofa and smiled quietly, knowing that Harmore was worried about him, but he kept his mouth shut.

After checking around, he didn't see that Saiman was injured, and Hamoore heaved a sigh of relief, at least he wasn't beaten by the queen.

But when he thought about it, his eyes tightened, because Saiman's chin was wrapped in a bandage.

He immediately took Saiman in his hand, and asked Saiman angrily, "What's going on, how did you get hurt?"

"I'm going back to the palace and I have to continue to manage my irascible persona. I smashed a piece of glass and accidentally cut my hand."

Saiman said nonchalantly, smiled and let Hamoel undo the bandage to check his wound.

The red cut marks across the palm came into view, and Harmore immediately bit his lips tightly, his heart ached to death.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Saiman comforted Harmore, but in fact, he also intended to let Harmore see, otherwise he wouldn't wrap such a thick bandage.

After all, Harmore is a person who always keeps everything in his heart, and won't say it directly when something happens. Naturally, Saiman wants to see how Harmore will react when he finds out that he is injured, and whether he will show a distressed face.

Now Saiman also waited for the answer he wanted. Although Hamoore didn't say anything, his eyes turned red instantly.

And from the moment he saw Saiman's wound, Harmore didn't say a word, biting his lip and wrapping the bandage back, his lip was bitten until it turned white.

Saiman held Harmore's face in his hands so that Harmore could look at him.

Harmore was stubbornly unwilling to look at it, and turned his face away to wipe away his tears.

"Crybaby."

Saiman smiled slightly and said Harmore.

Don't look at Harmore's tough and unmoved appearance, in fact, he is very fragile inside, and loves to cry at every turn.

"Whose fault?"

Hamoore looked angrily at Shiman and scolded him, his eyes became more red.

He felt bad for Saiman, not being favored and being targeted by his mother, and Saiman couldn't talk to others, and always endured these injustices alone.

Harmore used to hate Saiman a little bit, thinking that all this was caused by Saiyan. Later, when he found out that Saiyan was also deceived by the queen, he felt sorry for Saiman. Not only was he born in such a cold-blooded royal family, he also cannot enjoy the treatment that ordinary people should have.

What about the wealth and wealth, only Ha Moore knows how hard Saiman has been walking these years, licking blood on the tip of the knife, and he has tried his best just to survive.

"My fault, my fault, I made our Lord Hamoel cry."

Saiman smiled and hugged Hammer into his arms, patted Hammer's back lightly, and kissed Hammer's long hair.

Hamoel pushed Saiman and refused to hug him, looking very angry, probably Saiman's playful smile made him angry, obviously now is not the time to laugh.

"The time we can spend together is only five or six hours. Master Harmore is really going to waste time with me?"

Saiman let go of Hammer in his arms, and just watched him curl his lips quietly.

"Why, His Highness came to me to do this kind of thing when he went out?"

Harmore was upset, but he took the initiative to hug Saiman's neck and looked at Saiman.

A triumphant smile appeared on Saiman's face in an instant, and he threw himself down on Harmore, robbing him of his breath.

Harmore didn't resist, but raised his head to meet him. Not only did Saiman miss him, he was also waiting for Saiman to hug him.