Why is the waste prince like that?

Samir was a little awkward at first, without the cat layer, the young man leaned on him for nothing, his hands had nowhere to rest, and they hung unnaturally on both sides.

Lancer is a little smaller than him, and it is most appropriate to lean on his shoulders. He has no interest in Xingwang, but feels strange about this way of getting along.

But it's a promise after all.

Samuel looked down at the man leaning against his chest.

Obviously he was a man, but when he looked at his plain face, warm pupils, and lips swollen by cats, he always felt a little pitiful.

Occasionally peeking at him made him a little nervous, wondering if he had revealed his flaws.

What should the cat do?

He pursed his lips, and still rubbed the top of the young man's head with his chin.

The young man stopped peeking at him, and seemed relieved.

It seems that he still has some talent in camouflage.

Then he watched helplessly as the young man turned on the beauty live broadcast.

???

Lancer looked up secretly, and saw that Sammy's eyes were fixed on the light screen, his expression was more complicated than that of a kitten, and his chest under the pillow also showed obvious ups and downs.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to be sad or relieved.

Sure enough, it is sexual maturity.

Well, it really was an accident.

Samuel was about to explode, he...

He tried his best to pretend to be a cat to make people happy, but what did he get in return?

Start looking at women in front of him?

Before Lancer had time to savor the complex emotions of being a father for the first time and enlightening sexual consciousness for adolescents, he felt himself upside down.

Sammy turned abruptly and moved across the bed.

There is unspeakable grievance in the generous back,

Lancer, who was turned over as a father for the first time: "Sammy?"

Samir didn't even want to go back to him.

Phew, liar.

He is familiar with the road, and he must have watched it frequently, but now he has to watch it in front of him.

He gripped the sheets tightly, furious.

Coaxing cats, saying that you love cats, even if you are a child, you can't... and you can't do this.

His eyes were hot, and he couldn't tell what emotion was causing it.

The young man who was cold to the side posted it at this time, grabbed his arm and asked, "What's the matter, Sammy, are you feeling well?"

Samir really wanted to digest the mass of resentment by himself, he had never had such emotion, and he had never been so disrespectful, since he got involved with this person around him, he became more and more strange.

It's all the cat's fault, it must be the cat's emotions.

But this guy still has the nerve to ask.

He turned his head angrily and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

His appearance is more like Sammy who has a bad tongue, with blond hair and the appearance of an elegant nobleman, but with red eyes, angry and annoyed, he looks like he has been greatly wronged.

Lancer couldn't bear it like this, so he quickly asked softly: "What's the matter? Are you uncomfortable?"

The hostess is still talking!

Seeing the big blond cat in front of him look left and right with a cold face, his mind was shut off with a final slap.

Oh, I don't like it.

He just laughed, and reached out to rub the big cat's cheek: "Don't be angry if you don't like this, Sammy has grown up too, I understand, one day I will find a girlfriend or boyfriend..."

The big cat, who wanted to refuse and welcome, immediately grabbed his hand, bit his lip and stared at him.

Unknowingly, he smiled warmly and asked, "What's the matter?"

Samuel didn't speak, and shook off his hand to leave.

Lancer followed him at a loss, and grabbed his wrist when he saw that he wanted to open the door.

"Do you want to go home?"

He didn't seem to be nervous or dissatisfied, just looked at him with that look of helplessness, then took his hand to the closet and put on the clothes he wore when he came. , looked outside, and put on his own gloves for him.

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Samir couldn't get off the tiger, and stood at the porch looking back at him.

Playing a little temper.

It's not like Lancer can get used to it every time. Seeing him like this, he really wants to bully him.

"What's the matter, are you afraid of the cold?"

Samuel pushes the door angrily and walks away.

Lancer watched his angry back, feeling a little complacent that was rarely seen in him.

For his wounded lips, count it a little revenge.

It was Samir's first time walking back home, and he was so angry that he couldn't sleep all the way, so he got up in anger and put on his clothes to read half a stack of documents.

It was unreasonable, but he was downright unhappy.

Did he see it?

He obviously cares for the cat in every possible way, even pinching his chin nervously comforts him, what about Gu?

I finally fell asleep, but I couldn't sleep well. I had a strange dream all night, and it happened that he was in the dream.

Lancer Virginia.

Dreams are weird and messy.

Sometimes it is extremely painful. When I open my eyes, I see a person wearing an isolation suit, and see a pair of teary eyes through the transparent cover.

Sometimes the sun is shining and the dragonfly flies away, but his perspective stays on the other party's handsome and warm face for a long time.

It's all passing by very quickly.

In the end, he held a narrow waist, lowered his head and held his face, rubbed his lips, and opened a clean white tooth gap.

However, there was no shock or embarrassment in the black pupils of the other party, but a smile, and a deep pool of honey flowed out from the crooked smiling eyes.

He drank the honey and had a very bad dream.

Obscenity and debauchery, a dream of delicacy.