Cleopatra's younger brother

After an unknown amount of time, Ptolemy XIII woke up, only feeling pain all over his body, as if he had been crushed by something.

He clutched his heart, a little stuffy, always feeling that something was missing.

Ptolemy XIII got up slowly, every inch of skin on his body was aching, "This..."

He looked down at his own upper body, the bruises on it made him gasp involuntarily.

What happened?

Ptolemy XIII recalled carefully, only to feel a stabbing pain in his head, which made him dare not think about it.

The current Ptolemy XIII only remembers that he was thrown into the water by Caesar, and then his memory was fragmented, and he couldn’t remember anything after that. He knew that something must have happened, but he just couldn’t remember it.

Ptolemy XIII rubbed his temples to reduce the headache. Could it be that he lost his memory because of being abused by Caesar?His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps, and the shadow slowly enveloped him. Ptolemy XIII raised his head and met Caesar's eyes.

Caesar's complexion was a little pale, and Ptolemy XIII asked subconsciously, "Are you okay?" After asking, Ptolemy XIII was also stunned, and he didn't know why he asked this sentence.

"What can I do?" Caesar asked.

"Uh..." Ptolemy XIII smiled awkwardly, "What did I say just now?" He began to play dumb, and his demeanor was exactly the same as when Caesar first met Ptolemy XIII.

"You don't remember?" Caesar asked.

Ptolemy XIII frowned, and asked cautiously, "What should I remember? I'm a little dizzy now." There was some trepidation in his words.

Seeing Ptolemy XIII like this, Caesar felt relieved, although it was accompanied by distress.

It has been hundreds of years, but luckily he remembered the spell correctly, he successfully sealed that person.

It was Ptolemy XIII, not him.

Caesar came over and looked down at Ptolemy XIII with a blank expression on his face, but there was a forbearance in his eyes.

"Well, I have something else to do, I'll go first." Ptolemy XIII wanted to get away from Caesar looking at him feeling uncomfortable.

He walked past Caesar and found that he had no reaction, so he quickened his pace. Unexpectedly, when he saw the gate of the palace, Caesar suddenly spoke.

"Our deal, I want to change the chips." Caesar said coldly.

"Huh?" Ptolemy XIII stood there stiffly, "Deal, what deal?" Why didn't he remember any deal with Caesar at all?

Looking at the frozen Ptolemy XIII, Caesar walked straight up to him. He stretched out his hand and slowly stroked Ptolemy XIII's face.

"Don't remember?" Caesar asked again.

At this time, Ptolemy XIII was really helpless. He also wanted to remember something, but he really couldn't.

"You like me?" Caesar asked suddenly.

Ptolemy XIII was a little puzzled by Caesar's question, and he didn't know where it was.

He nodded stupidly, he likes Caesar, that's for sure.

Although Ptolemy XIII originally planned to embrace Caesar as if he were a golden thigh, what he didn't expect was that he fell in love with this man from the first time he saw Caesar.

It was love at first sight, and it happened to two people who couldn't have happened at all.

Ptolemy XIII rubbed his head, he always felt that something was wrong, "Caesar, why am I here..."

Before he finished speaking, Caesar picked up Ptolemy XIII and strode towards the bed. He threw Ptolemy XIII on the bed, with his arms on both sides of his head.

Ptolemy XIII hissed, "Caesar." At first he wanted to shout loudly, but when he met Caesar's eyes, Ptolemy XIII's tone immediately weakened.

Before he knew what was going on, Caesar's kiss fell. It was more like biting than kissing. Ptolemy XIII struggled subconsciously, but Caesar strangled his hands and feet.

Caesar did not let go of Ptolemy XIII until his mouth was filled with blood and his brain began to lack oxygen.

"Remember, you are just my slave, you don't deserve to like me." Caesar said word by word.

Each of them fell hard on the heart of Ptolemy XIII.

As if being choked by something, Ptolemy Thirteen's face turned red.

As if holding a breath in his heart, Ptolemy XIII stared at Caesar with wide eyes.

I wanted to say words of resistance, but I couldn't say a word.

Caesar gently stroked Ptolemy XIII's face with his hand, "Of course, as my slave, I will protect you." He traced his lips back and forth with a contemptuous tone.

Ptolemy XIII turned his face aside, "I don't need it."

I don't know why, but it stands to reason that this result was what Ptolemy XIII wanted. Originally, his plan was to grab a man from his sister, and then be his pharaoh safely.

But now...

"You have no right to refuse." Caesar turned Ptolemy XIII's face away, and he leaned over to press a kiss on his lips.

Then he bit it hard, and it was his own lip that he bit through.

He strangled Ptolemy XIII's chin with his hand again, and slowly poured the blood into his mouth.

Ptolemy XIII struggled, but couldn't break free.

Caesar stretched his hand underneath, Ptolemy XIII froze for a moment, and Caesar moved slowly.

After a while, it was gentle at first, and then like a storm.

"Caesar... Caesar, no, ah..." Ptolemy XIII cried in pieces, but Caesar didn't stop until Ptolemy XIII fainted again.

Caesar put his head on Ptolemy XIII's neck, rubbing it back and forth, the violence in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by gentleness.

"What should I do with you?" Caesar said, in the reincarnation of several lives, what he is waiting for is the coming of this life, as long as he bears with it, he can let him escape from the shackles of fate and escape from that damned curse .

At this time, he, Caesar, or Ayi, must not give up all his previous efforts.

However, this life is also his last life, and from now on, he will not be able to see him, no matter how he summons, it is impossible for him to find him.

"The last life." Caesar repeated, he slowly closed his eyes, his heart twitching.

He suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Ptolemy XIII, and gently stroked his face with his hands, his fingers trembling a little.

It seems to be looking at another person through the person in front of him.

In the last life, let him be selfish once, "I want to bind you by my side, you come to hate me, and I come to love you, that's enough."