Cleopatra's younger brother

"Caesar, what do you mean?" Ptolemy XIII widened his eyes in surprise.

Caesar took a step forward, lifted Ptolemy XIII's chin, and wrapped his arms around his waist, "I think, I like you a little bit."

Like these two words pounded heavily on the heart of Ptolemy XIII, leaving his head blank for a while.

He had never heard him say these two words, even in the previous life when the two were most affectionate, he had never said it.

The warm touch fell on Ptolemy XIII's lips. This kiss was very careful and gentle to Caesar.

Ptolemy XIII trembled unconsciously, no matter how many lives he passed, he couldn't resist his tenderness.

Whatever Caesar's purpose was, at this moment he was real.

Ptolemy XIII moaned/groaned lowly, he just pressed against Caesar's body, wanting more, more.

Caesar immediately picked up Ptolemy XIII and strode towards the bed.

This time, both of them were very excited.

I don't know who squeezed who out. When I woke up, it was completely dark.

Ptolemy XIII lay on Caesar's body. In the end, Ptolemy XIII actually used the above position and moved by himself.

The consequence of this is that he is so tired that he has no strength at all.

Caesar put his hand between his, and the doting eyes gave Ptolemy XIII the illusion for a moment, as if he had returned to his previous life.

After each orgasm, Vilchiai likes to play with his head, and he will softly call "Tutankhamun."

Although it's just a name, in his heart, he will always convert this and title into "I love you."

Ptolemy XIII rubbed his face against Caesar's heart. He closed his eyes and listened to his heartbeat.

Another picture unconsciously emerged in my mind.

It was an afternoon, and there was an endless sea in front of him. He was lying quietly in someone's arms, listening to his heartbeat, and he fell asleep, and fell asleep forever.

The man's resolute face began to crack, he held his hand tightly, and then said, "There are three more times."

Ptolemy XIII suddenly opened his eyes. He raised his head slightly, facing Caesar's face. Two completely different faces seemed to overlap.

"What are you looking at?" Caesar lowered his head and kissed Ptolemy XIII's forehead.

The movement looks very natural, this gentleness is not like a fake.

"It's a bit like a dream." Ptolemy XIII said, and pinched his cheeks with his hands. The force was too strong, and he himself hissed, and his face turned red from being pinched.

Caesar raised his hand and gently rubbed Ptolemy XIII's cheek.

Ptolemy XIII closed his eyes, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, quietly enjoying Caesar's warmth.

The military power and agriculture of the Ptolemy Kingdom are now in the hands of Ptolemy XIII, and he is relieved to hand them over to Caesar.

Ptolemy XIII had no doubts about Caesar's ability.

At the beginning, there were many voices of opposition to Caesar's power policy, but after a few people were dealt with, the people below all shut up.

In addition to the daily watch on the bed, Caesar would spend some time every day teaching Ptolemy XIII how to manage an army, or how to manage a country.

Ptolemy XIII, who was Tutankhamun in his previous life, of course knew about these techniques of weight, but if Caesar wanted to teach him, he would learn it.

As the two became closer, the memory in Ptolemy XIII's mind became clearer.

However, he deliberately did not try to sort out these memories.

With Caesar by his side, nothing seemed so important anymore.

It was a little more intense yesterday, and Ptolemy XIII woke up at noon. He touched his side habitually, but he didn't feel the familiar temperature like usual.

Ptolemy XIII turned his head and found that he was alone on Nuo Da's bed, and his heart seemed to be empty.

Burying his head under the quilt, Ptolemy Thirteen sighed helplessly, and he gently rubbed his waist with his own hands. In the past few days, his waist has been in a state of soreness.

He reached behind his hand, although it was slightly swollen, but he didn't feel any pain.

In the past few days, Caesar would leave after giving him medicine every day. He who was domineering and indifferent had completely changed.

No, it should mean that he changed back to the previous Ai.

Ptolemy XIII was lying on the bed, and fell asleep again at some point, and when he opened his eyes, it was already dark outside.

With sleepy eyes, Ptolemy XIII rubbed his eyes, sat up and supported his waist with his hands.

"Where did Caesar go?" Ptolemy XIII wondered. Caesar would have returned long ago at this time.

He grabbed a random piece of clothing and put it on himself.

Although he was a little hungry, he still thought about Caesar in his heart, and Ptolemy XIII thought about coming back to eat with Caesar.

After waiting for a while, Caesar still did not come back.

Ptolemy XIII felt a little weird.

He put on his clothes indiscriminately, and then got out of bed. These days, he was either lying on the bed, or being carried or hugged by Caesar. Ptolemy XIII seemed to be a little lost. It's on the ground.

The soles of his feet were pressed against the cold marble, and Ptolemy XIII couldn't help shivering.

Legs are still sore.

Ptolemy XIII tapped it a few times with his hand, then continued walking.

There was no one outside the temple, and now all the power in Egypt was in the hands of Ptolemy XIII, and there were no aliens around him, and there was no threat at all around him.

So Ptolemy XIII ordered the guards to go to another place to guard.

In fact, there was only one reason why Ptolemy XIII withdrew the guards, and he could hear it too clearly from outside.

Although Ptolemy XIII did not shy away from Caesar and his own sex, he even wanted the whole world to know his relationship with Caesar.

But it's one thing not to shy away from it, and another thing to make people listen to the sex/palace. The advantage of Ptolemy XIII is not something he can take advantage of if he wants to.

Ptolemy XIII went out without hesitation, and walked in one direction.

As long as Caesar is not in his own bed, most of the time will be in a side hall.

Caesar packed it up there specially as a place to handle official business.

The corridor of the main hall was very quiet. Ptolemy Thirteen walked step by step, replaying the memories of his previous life over and over again in his mind. He frowned tightly, always feeling a little weird.

Before he knew it, he came to the gate of the palace.

Ptolemy XIII pushed open the door, "Kai..." Before he finished speaking, he froze there...