The Way of the Empress

Although Zhuo Yang's answer was clear, Moodys still felt that it would be better for him to speak such words.

Moodys clutched Zhuo Yang's hand tightly, fixedly looking at him, and said: "I love you, I don't know when I started. Maybe, I woke up from the illness, and there were only two of us in the house. You are sitting in front of my bed, and I opened my eyes when I first saw you, maybe earlier."

"I have always deceived myself and thought that I was not such a superficial person. I just wanted to help you all the time, so I married you and gave you a divorce agreement, but now I understand that I was wrong. It seems to have seen an angel." His palms sweated unconsciously, and he held Zhuo Yang's hand tighter.

Zhuo Yang looked at him steadily, without moving for a while.

Many, many years ago... He had been fantasizing that if Moodys confessed to him one day, what kind of character would he be, and how sweet his heart would be?

But until the moment when Moodys confessed, Zhuo Yang realized that he was startled.

When Moodys saw him not speaking, he became more nervous, avoided Zhuo Yang's sight, and asked in a low voice, "What about you? What is your answer?"

"I love you." Zhuo Yang regained his sense of stunnedness, and the wisps of sweetness appeared in his heart. When Moodys asked him, he immediately answered without hesitation.

When Moodys got his answer, he was relieved, and his heart suddenly became sweet: "Since when?"

"From when I was four years old, you picked me up and saved me and my mother. It started." Zhuo Yang fixedly looked at him: "Although, it sounds a little weird, but since then I have been through various This kind of channel listens to your various news and pays close attention to your every move, just like a crazy fan."

Moodys looked at his profile and couldn't help laughing: "So, do you remember what happened at that time? I thought it was just the same performance we encountered at the banquet when you were nine years old. In terms of attitude, you don't remember it a long time ago."

He really didn't expect Zhuo Yang to remember such a long-term event so clearly.

"My memory has always been very good, and... I always thought that you must have never remembered me. After all, you are the crown prince, a busy man of such a big age, how could you be inconsistent with the appearance of the one who helped me at that time? Do you have a memory of the shabby clothes, the thin and small gray puffing wild boy? People like me at that time, you should have helped a lot." Zhuo Yang lowered his head, his face was slightly burnt.

It feels good to love someone.

In those difficult years, Moodys' existence, even if it is far away, seemed like the only light in Zhuo Yang's dark life.

In order to stay close to each other, Zhuo Yang can only continue to force himself to grow and work hard. When he can’t persist, he collects some Moodys related news on the Internet and tells himself how the other party is out of reach. A noble person, only by allowing himself to grow and become better, can he be closer and closer to each other.

At one time, Moodys was his faith.

Moodys stretched out his hand and gently touched Zhuo Yang's eyelids, eyes and black eyelashes: "You have a pair of very beautiful eyes, which are unforgettable to see."

Moodys did not tell Zhuo Yang that while Zhuo Yang was paying attention to him, he also paid attention to this noble boy who he had helped and the poor and poor people countless times in his spare time... He also always remembered Zhuo Yang. These eyes are too beautiful.

Only at that time, he only regarded himself as being overly kind, because he was worried that he would go to secretly search for all relevant news about Zhuo Yang countless times because of his kindness.

Thinking back now, Moodys can only be thankful that he didn't understand that at the time—

I didn't suspect that I was a **** such a terrifying thing happened.

The bond between Zhuo Yang and him began when they first met, and Zhuo Yang has always been different for Moodys.

Moodys's hand followed Zhuo Yang's eyes all the way, rubbing it back and forth on Zhuo Yang's face, as if rubbing an extremely precious artwork.

Zhuo Yang let his hands rub his face back and forth, and smiled lightly: "I am grateful that I have such a pair of eyes that you can remember."

He has always felt that there is nothing in him. He is not kind, nor tolerant. He will even repay him. He is scheming. He is not an ideal companion for the public sentinel. Fortunately, fortunately, he still has a good gift from heaven. The looks, coveted, enough to attract Moodys, make Moodys feel good-looking.

It also made Zhuo Yang feel that he was not so unworthy of Moodys, and that he could stand beside Moodys.

"I am deeply impressed with you because your eyes are full of stubbornness, struggle and repression. This is rare in the eyes of a four-year-old." Moodys said, shaking his head gently.

If Zhuo Yang only has good eyes, he may not remember it for so many years... It was in Zhuo Yang's eyes that he saw something that did not belong to his age, did not belong to the aristocratic circle of food and clothing, or even completely different things, he It was so frightened and so deeply impressed by Zhuo Yang.

Zhuo Yang touched his chest, the position closest to his heart, and said with a chuckle: "What is good? What I want is to leave a deep and colorful mark in your heart that no one can replace, Your Highness. I hope. You belong to me."

"You have done it." Moodys followed his face and touched Zhuo Yang's somewhat dry lips. With a somewhat irresistible gesture, he gently pressed it on, and then dropped a kiss: "Call me Mu Diss."

Now that they had everything spread out, he also hoped that Zhuo Yang would be able to call his name in the future.

"Moodys." Zhuo Yang yelled very obediently, but the arc of his lips rose unconsciously.

Moodys is his.

Moodys stuck out the tip of his tongue and tentatively rubbed Zhuo Yang's lips back and forth.

No, Zhuo Yang's reaction was more violent than his sentinel. What could not be resisted was to pry open Moodys's lips with his tongue, his teeth, and drove straight into Moodys's mouth, stirring the wind and rain, and attacking the city. , The whole person's momentum was as if he wanted to swallow Moodys alive.

Moodys had no choice but to kiss him back slowly.

I don't want to, the two people came and went, but it directly caused Zhuo Yang's enthusiasm for combination.

After the sentinel guides are mentally combined, they will generally be over-intimidated within a period of time, which will trigger physical bonding with each other, allowing the two to merge together as if they were spiritually. In most cases, the heat of conjugation occurs when the sentinel guide's spirits are combined and when they go to bed.

After Zhuo Yang and Moodys combined their spirits, Moodys' body has been in a state of recovery. Coupled with the fact that he has been very busy, it has never triggered a combination fever.

Unexpectedly, just a simple kiss today actually triggered a fever of bonding.

The pheromone alarm worn by Zhuo Yang sounded ‘dididi’.

His strong guide element smell instantly dissipated, and the tip of Moodys's nose was full of his **** sweetness... And Zhuo Yang's situation was not much better, and the whole person began to feel a little unsteady. , Her chest was violently ups and downs, her face was red as if it was burning with fire, and water shone in the dark and stubborn eyes that Moodys thought was too beautiful...

Moodys breathed, trying to control his estrus, and asked very democratically: "Do you need an inhibitor?"

They have been spiritually combined, and Zhuo Yang combined the heat to give off the smell of estrus guide element, but he can't smell it...but it is also because they have been spiritually combined, and the compatibility of pheromone with each other is very high. It was extremely painful to make his Yin Ren...

But even so, Moodys still feels that they have just clarified their minds to each other--

It’s a bit not good to combine heat to go to bed now.

"What do you want to inject inhibitors for? Are you not my legal partner of mental union? Huh?" Zhuo Yang heard his very democratic question, but with a strong nasal voice, he laughed: "Besides, your Royal Highness, don't forget. Yes, I said that one of my goals in life is to sleep to the crown prince..."

As he said, he stretched his hand out from under Moody's clothes and rubbed Moody's lower abdomen unscrupulously.

How could Moodys withstand his provocation like this, coupled with Zhuo Yang's choice, immediately picked up Zhuo Yang and threw it on the bed without saying a word.

He respects Zhuo Yang's choice very democratically.

As soon as the two of them fell on the bed, Moodys noticed that they were covered with sweat, especially because of his busy day, he was driving a mech and a military parade. Because he had not taken a shower, his sweat was extremely sticky. Greasy, even a little smell.

Moodys frowned. Out of respect for Zhuo Yang, he thought of getting up and picking Zhuo Yang to go to the bathroom.

No, as soon as he moved, Zhuo Yang stopped him: "Don't!"

"My body is all sweaty, let's go to the bathroom... come again." Moodys pressed on him and looked down at Zhuo Yang under him. The sweat immediately dripped down his scarred face to Zhuo. Yang's face made him feel that Zhuo Yang was incomprehensible.

Zhuo Yang understood what he meant, but still hugged him, leaned forward and kissed him: "I like the smell on you, no need to wash it."

Although it is not impossible to try in the bathroom, but for the first time he still hopes to be in bed...

And Zhuo Yang has never loved Moodys like he did, but he devoted all of his love to another person. When he loved Moodys, even the unpleasant smell of body and sweat, the taste of flesh mixed together. He also likes the smell of warm and greasy smell, and wants to keep this smell on his body and merge with himself...

After hearing his words, Moodys' eyes sank immediately, and without hesitation, he and Zhuo Yang were stunned.