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Mrs. Latifah waited for a long time before waiting for Duke Rafael. According to him, because his companion was sick, he was worried, so it was late.

"You are such a gentle person!" Mrs. Latifah praised.

And the only proof that this gentlemanly duke was a hypocrite and a big talker, was lying on his bed in a deep sleep with exhaustion - he couldn't even lift a finger.

Two months later, Raphael returned to the long-lost meeting room and opened the door. Richarlo was complaining to Pisanello that Raphael had left the city-state for more than a month without notice. Sheng.

"Dear Lord Rafael, don't you know that going to and from the city-state of Biya takes a long time and costs a lot. Should we unify all the work in the city-state and go together? Don't we have anything to negotiate with the city-state of Biya?"

Raphael didn't even look at him: "I don't remember that I have the obligation to report to you. Doesn't the city-state have a postman? Is it my business if you don't do your job well?"

Richaroo was furious and was about to rush forward.

Pisanello said: "Okay. The deputy lord does not need to report to perform official duties, so let's all step back."

So Raphael, who was even more guilt-free, left the meeting room again with pride. What awaited him was more than a month's worth of work.

When we got back to the Duke’s Mansion, it was already dark. When we opened the door, we saw Jules half leaning against the window reading a book, so he loosened his clothes, tilted his head to kiss Jules’ mouth, unbuttoned Jules’ neckline with one hand, and took the time to relax. Said: "I have to report to Pisanello today, so I'm late."

While responding to his kiss, Jules asked, "What does Pisanello look like? Three heads and six arms."

"You want to see him?"

Jules smiled: "I'm not interested in seeing a man." The clothes on his upper body were completely loosened, and the whole body was hugged by Raphael, and suddenly he was taken aback: "Raphael, I don't have a fever."

Raphael was also taken aback at this moment.

Jules looked at him stunned for a moment, but felt an indescribable feeling. He put his arms around him and said softly, "I still have a fever."

So Raphael laid him flat on the bed.

Only a slight gasp could be heard in the room.

Raphael's long golden hair was scattered on Jules's chest. Jules suddenly had a strange idea. He grabbed Raphael's hair, and Raphael raised his head in confusion.

"Use your mouth," said Jules.

Raphael did not hesitate, and moved his position. Jules couldn't help the pleasure and tensed his legs.

"Ah ah... ah..."

He barely recovered from his dizziness, and felt that Raphael's hard thing was touching somewhere in him.

Strange thoughts struck again.

He tightened his legs and turned his face sideways: "Raphael, I'm enough."

Raphael paused for maybe two or three seconds, bent down, stroked Jules' hair, then covered the quilt and got out of bed.

Jules turned around quietly, watching Raphael walk behind the screen, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

After a while, Raphael came back, lay down beside Jules, closed his eyes, and...

Haunted by Jules.

"Raphael, I'm having another attack."

Raphael finally saw the playfulness in Jules' eyes, grabbed his hand suddenly, and pulled him into his arms.

Lingering, or lingering...

Jules took a deep breath slowly to calm himself down. Raphael behind him was so close to him that he could feel it

(Crab...omit...)

Raphael started to run between his and Jules' rooms in the dead of night. After everyone thought they had fallen asleep, they went to Jules' room, and went back to his room to rest before dawn.

He timed it well and was not noticed.