prince and his shield

"What did you say?" Steve pushed his shoulders, tensing up.

Royston hummed and smacked his lips, as if trying to taste it.

"I said I miss you very much." Royston turned his head to look at him and sighed.

"...Why do you miss me?"

"You're stupid because you're Steve." Royston rolled his eyes.

Steve... "Why do you want Steve?"

"Because Steve is very good-looking." Royston raised his hand to touch his face, and then rubbed it wildly.

Steve held down his troubled hand with his hand, and his eyebrows were tightly frowned: "Just because of this?"

"Then what else?" Royston didn't struggle, and looked at him with a smile, as if looking at the baby in his nest.

If he was really struggling, Steve couldn't quite hold him down.

Steve reached up and touched his face, and found a hand of cream.

Thinking of the same movement he had just tasted, the roots of his ears turned red, and after the redness was over, he felt weak again.

"Don't eat the cream on other people's lips." He whispered weakly, "Drunkard."

Because Royston often behaved like this, he felt nothing when he came back to his senses.Of course, it's not that I don't feel nothing at all, I just feel... I'm really drunk and confused.

Steve wiped off the cream on his face, and sure enough, someone's attention was immediately diverted.

He slightly lowered his head to look at the person who was lying on the coffee table, eating the cake with his mouth, so that his face was covered with cream.It's not much different from the posture in which he just gnawed on himself.

There is something strange in my heart, more of a faint helplessness and emptiness.

He raised his hand and touched his mouth, urging himself to forget about it quickly.

Suddenly, he remembered something again, and looked at the back of Royston's head with some hesitation.

"Blog post—"

"Ok?"

"Do you remember calling me when you were on the boat?"

"remember."

"...Why did you say that at the time?"

"Because I'm playing a game with Amber."

Steve's heart lightened, and a strange sense of emptiness came over him.

game?It should be some kind of toasting game, right?

"Face the confession game in your heart." Royston winked at Steve, solemnly, "This psychic will host it!"

"... Confession game?" Steve raised his heart again.

"Yes." Royston nodded sharply.

"Because I thought the person I liked died, and I definitely couldn't contact him. But in order to let Amber leave with peace of mind, I had no other choice, so I called you." Royston held the corners of his lips and rested his chin on The coffee table was shaking.

Steve felt that it was too much of a predicament for him to ask so many questions today while he was drunk.

"Sorry... I don't know." Steve felt his heart constrict strangely.

He thought he was feeling sorry for the poor child.

Bowen is still so young, but has experienced so much?

And those words of his were just direct and made people blush before.Looking back now, it's so sad.

Simple, direct, warm, he has a person in his heart.It seems that all the enthusiasm is stored in my heart, warming that area, but there is no more heat to warm myself.

All his nonsense, all his abnormalities, all his eccentricity and wantonness were stained with a sad film.

"...Have you been in pain?" Steve asked in a low voice, clenched his hands.

Royston turned his head and blinked: "Every second."

Steve's heart trembled, his throat was sore, and he couldn't say anything.

Royston yawned, leaned back and rolled on the back of the sofa, eyes opening or closing, as if he was struggling with his drowsiness.

Steve still has a lot of questions, and he doesn't want to ask any of them.

He raised his hand to grab the rolling man and told him to lie down: "Sleep if you want to sleep."

Royston turned to look at him for a while, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Steve was still suffocating, but the fact that the person fell asleep instantly made him think that what he said just now was drunk and could not be taken seriously.

After looking at him for a while, he made sure that he was really asleep, and his face twitched.

Glancing at the cake on the coffee table that was being sold in a very bad manner, he sighed.He reached out and wiped a piece, tasted it.

The sweetness of the cream is moderate, not greasy.There is also a hint of vanilla.

Stretching his legs, he looked at the cake and smiled.

Seeing the package under the coffee table, he hesitated for a moment, then bent to get it.After shaking the box, I guessed what it was, and opened two boxes to get the keychain.

Pulling out the red-eyed little devil, he turned his head to look at the sleeping person.

Carefully stuffing the keychain into his pocket, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips when he stuffed it.

Well, when Bowen finds out about this keychain, I might...

Maybe what?Steve froze his hands.

Maybe he is no longer taking care of him.

He retracted his hand and looked at the unusually quiet person.

The person who sleeps with his eyes closed is so obedient. It should be because he knows that once he opens his eyes, all his unruly and cynical behavior will come out. His casual appearance makes people feel suffocated and helpless.

Looking at it, Steve felt that the piece of cream on his forehead was particularly obtrusive.

Stretching out his hand to wipe away the trace, his hand stayed on that face.

It was cool and slippery, his consciousness was ahead of his body, he leaned slightly and kissed the forehead just brushed.Gently caressing it with the wind, it was taken for granted that even after doing so, Steve didn't feel anything.

It's like, I've done it countless times, and it's proficient.

There was a slight noise at the door, interrupting his thoughts, and he was startled.

Withdrawing his hand, he suddenly turned his head to look at the coffee table, his face full of surprise.

what happened?what do you mean...

He touched his forehead and covered his mouth.

Crazy, he is.

There was another sound at the door, and Steve got up in a hurry, and rushed to the door in a few steps.

He can't stay here any longer.

The female neighbor slammed the door, didn't hear anything, and was a little anxious.

"Really can't hear at all?" The person in the ear urged.

The female neighbor is also very helpless.

Steve slammed the door open, and the female neighbor leaped forward, steadying herself with the last of her secret agent dignity.

Steve looked down at her with an indescribable expression on his face.

The female neighbor stood up straight and tugged at the hem of her sweater: "Cough—I..."

"I thought your job was to police me." Steve sighed.Is it not good to be so careless?

The female neighbor... "Hey, what is that. Well... I'm just monitoring you."

It turned out that the captain knew that he was an agent.

Steve raised his eyebrows.

"After all, I gave you the spare key. Although I know who he is, what if... you two get into a fight, right?" After finishing speaking, the female neighbor showed a naive smile.

Steve held the door and sighed softly, "Thank you for today."

He couldn't imagine how much trouble would be caused if Bowen were to sit at the door and drink all the wine.

"It's all right..." The female neighbor waved her hands again and again, indicating that the problem is not serious.

She rubbed her hands: "Then what...can I look at him more?"

Steve... "No."

The female neighbor looked at him as if she knew him for the first time: "No..."

Steve looks at her.

The female neighbor... "...All right, if you don't read it, don't watch it."

Ugly fans.

Steve stood behind the door and watched his neighbor walk back to his room, then laughed, shook his head, and closed the door.

The female neighbor lashed out at the captain with Natasha for half an hour, directly describing him as an extremely ugly fan.

Yelling is so unreasonable.

Natasha was having a lot of fun in the office alone, her hands trembling while making the report, and she made all the wrong words.

"Natalia—" Happy knocked on the door.

Natasha quickly cleaned up her expression: "Please come in."

"Is the foundation's legal filing ready?" Happy asked.

Natalia's face was very clean, as if it wasn't her who was trembling after hearing the gossip and laughing just now.She got up and took out the documents from the drawer and handed them to Happy: "It's all here."

"Very good." Happy nodded and gave her a few appreciative glances.

"Mr. Stark is very enthusiastic about public welfare." Natasha smiled.

"Of course." Happy grabbed the document, flipped through it, and took it to the door, not feeling at all what she said was wrong.

Natasha looked at the closed door, narrowed her eyes slightly, and her blue eyes flashed with thinking and weighing.

……

Royston took his first sip of the drink and was vaguely aware that he might screw things up, but he had no power to stop himself from doing so.

When he opened his eyes, he was startled, sat up abruptly, and was about to jump out.

"Are you awake?" Steve heard the sound and walked in.

Royston looked at him and took a breath: "...Oh, you're still here."

"..." Steve felt that this was unlucky, "How much do you remember?"

"Well, I remember opening a bottle of wine." Royston sat back on the bed and yawned.

"..." Steve felt something was wrong, he hesitated, "Where did you open a bottle of wine?"

"Next to the refrigerator." Royston answered honestly.

"...Which refrigerator is next to it?"

"The one in the villa."

Steve...has it been fragmented since the villa? ?

"What was your original schedule today?" Steve tentatively asked.

"..." Royston narrowed his eyes, "What's the date today?"

"Number five."

Royston showed a relieved expression.

Steve had a strange premonition and asked, "What's the last date you remember?"

"Number one." Royston pulled his hand out of the quilt and put it on the quilt, stretching it loosely.

"What—" Steve got a little overwhelmed for a moment, "You went from fragment number one to number five??? How did you do it?"

Royston hummed: "It's not a big deal."

"It's not a big deal?"

"I was drunk before..." Royston looked at his face and choked, "Well, it's been longer than that."

It took a full three years to break up.Not a big problem, not a big one.

Much better than Crowley sleeping for a century because he liked to sleep.

"...Go to the hospital for a checkup." Steve had a headache.

"No." Royston got up from the bed and stretched himself, "I'm fine."

"When did you come?" Royston asked calmly after finishing his morning exercise.

"..." Steve looked at him inexplicably.

"what happened?"

"You are at my house."

"……what?"

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