Chapter 34: On Gong (2)

Garcia's mind went blank.

The disabled human in his arms has fallen asleep, and his shallow breath fell on his chest, but his body stiffened again as if familiar.

……why.

...how will things turn out like this? ?

This situation was a bit too different from His Royal Highness's expectation. Garcia stood there stiff for a full minute before slowly casting his eyes.

With a movement of his Adam's apple, he looked at Jiang Jianming's eyebrows again.

This……

Disabled people, is this what it looks like?

Garcia thought hesitantly in his heart: crippled human beings... maybe they are such squeamish creatures?

Perhaps their psychology is a state where they need to draw enough comfort at any time?

For example, ask someone to hug you when you sleep.

But... His Highness frowned in displeasure, but that should be a problem that the disabled humans need to solve.

A squeamish creature cannot survive in the far interstellar space. Here, no one will be used to another, and there will be no special care.

Therefore, there is no reason for him to be hugged by Jiang Jianming like a household pillow.

What's more, it's not Jiang Jianming who is hugging him now, but he is being forced to hug this person, he is the one who bears the weight.

Garcia decided to put the body in his arms down.

Then do what he just hadn't done, wake up this naughty crippled human being, take it back to the treatment area, and put it into the treatment cabin.

Then, he can go back to his place in peace. It is a high-level accommodation area that is not on the first floor of the dormitory of ordinary officers, where no one dares to be so presumptuous.

...

The night was long, and the numbers of the electronic clock on the dormitory wall beat silently.

Light clouds covered the twin blue moons of Alpha Alien, and dispersed again after a while.

Half an hour passed.

Garcia was still standing there with an expressionless face.

An hour has passed.

Garcia hugged Jiang Jianming and sat down on the bedside carefully.

He casually pulled the quilt over, took care of it, and wrapped the sleeping disabled human in his arms.

"..."

With a cold face, His Highness Garcia quickly found a thousand reasons for not letting go, and chose the most convincing one among them.

His Highness solemnly thought to himself: Since this is a human being... um, let's call it "habit".

If he loses the hug, maybe he will be uncomfortable, uncomfortable, or even... painful?

Garcia quietly looked at the pale young man sleeping peacefully in his arms.

...and Jiang Jianming, he is a crippled human being who has just escaped from a dying state, if it makes him suffer...

Maybe it will damage the body, and it will be easier to die next time. This is definitely not possible. He has not found out the details of this person, and he will not allow him to die.

With this at least it sounds dignified, even if the reason is not straight, but anger is a strong reason, His Highness decided to take a lenient step back.

Now, Garcia can openly hold the soft disabled human in his arms and coax him to sleep.

"..."

His Royal Highness raised the corners of his lips with a hint of joy.

Unfortunately

The person being held was not pleasant, not at all.

Jiang Jianming actually woke up long ago, and expressed the same inner confusion as the little His Royal Highness just now.

……why.

...how will things turn out like this? ?

His physical strength and spirit are indeed not at the point of complete recovery. The reason why he returned to the dormitory from the treatment area is to prevent his body from becoming dependent on the treatment cabin.

But the negative effects are also significant, such as the senses and thinking are much slower than usual.

Especially easy to be sleepy, groggy after falling asleep, not easy to wake up.

Who would have thought that such a thing could happen?

Garcia's arms were still around his back, Jiang Jianming gritted his back teeth gently, closed his eyes and dared not open his eyes, feeling that the hairs on his back were about to explode.

Yes, at first, he did dream about Garcia as Lean in a daze, but when he read the raving, he woke up immediately.

It was so embarrassing that he simply closed his eyes and waited for Garcia to throw himself back on the bed.

- and then he was more comfortable in Garcia's arms.

Jiang Jianming's heart was messy and he couldn't understand: what's the matter, he couldn't sleep awake, isn't Garcia also awake! ?

I'm not going to investigate why you touched the bedside of my dormitory in the middle of the night, but you are so majestic, are you so easily touched by porcelain! ?

Also, how can this person call his surname so smooth, with the same tone as before, can this blame him for being in a trance! ?

Now it's good, the situation is difficult to ride a tiger, Jiang Jianming is angry and funny, so he can only continue to lie in Garcia's arms and pretend to sleep.

The dormitory was so quiet that even the breathing of the two of them could be heard clearly. Jiang Jianming was indeed weak and tired now, and he actually fell asleep again by pretending to be sleepy.

That's it...all night.

...

Until the twin blue moons disappeared, until the sunlight of the stars illuminated the clouds of Alpha Alien, and fell into the corner of the first fortress of Yin Beidou, coating the officers' quarters with a layer of sequins.

Its daybreak.

His Highness Garcia, who had been sitting at the head of the bed all night, suddenly lowered his eyes and looked at the disabled human in his arms.

He pursed his lips, patted Jiang Jianming's shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Open your eyes, you are already awake."

Before Jiang Jianming opened his eyes, the corners of his lips curled helplessly.

The little Highness's feeling was as sharp as ever. He did wake up, he just didn't really want to face this humiliating situation...

No way, Jiang Jianming opened his eyes resignedly.

He raised his face from Garcia's arms and blinked: "His Royal Highness, good morning."

Garcia didn't let go of the arm that held him, and continued to stare at him condescendingly.

The side faces of the two were illuminated by the window, and the upper and lower lines of sight met in a peaceful sunlight.

A few seconds later, a faint smile appeared in the eyes of His Royal Highness, and he sneered: "Cunning."

Jiang Jianming: "?"

Garcia thought to himself: What a cunning and disabled human being, in order to trick him into hugging him for a while, he actually pretended to sleep.

But surprisingly, he was not angry.

Garcia helped Jiang Jianming up and carefully pushed him to the head of the bed.

"You're a... Crystal Race," Garcia raised his chin earnestly and asked bluntly, "Why are you in Yin Beidou?"

Jiang Jianming smiled slightly... He was sure that Garcia's first reaction just now was to say "disabled human beings".

In this era, there are really few new human nobles who can change their names to take into account the psychological feelings of the disabled.

He shook his head and said gently, "Is your Highness feeling embarrassed when you think of fighting mechas with crippled humans?"

As soon as these words came out, Garcia's expression changed obviously and complicatedly.

He instantly understood what Jiang Jianming meant.

On the surface, this is a joke of a bull's head and a horse's mouth. If an idiot listens to it, he may think that this person is guilty and avoid answering.

But the real meaning is: I used to fight mecha with you, Your Highness, and you didn't even realize that I was a disabled human being. Why can't I join Yin Beidou?

But Garcia remembered that day, the pale young man frowned and coughed in the cold wind, with a forbearing pain in his expression.

Yes... At that time, the person in front of him clearly said that he was a disabled human being.

The prince tightened his lips, lowered his eyelashes somewhat bewilderedly, clenched his fingers for a moment, and said quickly in a low voice, "That was indeed my misjudgment, I'm... sorry."

The long platinum hair scattered on his shoulders was dazzling for a moment because of his bowing his head.

Jiang Jianming's breathing was chaotic.

... In this world, there is absolutely no one who can resist the aura and beauty of His Highness within a distance of one meter.

At this moment, Jiang Jianming stared at Garcia's curled eyelashes dyed gold by the fine sunlight, and suddenly remembered his conclusion three years ago.

When he was talking to the little prince in a serious manner back then, Ryan smiled lowly, squinted his eyes and hugged him, biting the back of his neck lightly and nostalgically.

He smiled and scolded and pushed away, and Ryan stared at him with his lips pressed together, his eyes a little unhappy and a little aggrieved.

So he came to one more conclusion.

Most of the time, the aura on the Crown Prince's body always overwhelms his beauty. Only when this noble highness was scolded by him, or felt guilty, would the cold and arrogant aura of contempt for everything be poked into a hole.

It made him realize in a trance that this god-like radiant prince is only a young man who is a year younger than him, and there will be times when he is at a loss, aggrieved and coquettish.

And now, time has passed.

Jiang Jianming felt the accelerated beating of his heart, and thought to himself: ... it's over.

Three years later.

He was once again attacked by the beauty of His Highness.

Jiang Jianming's Adam's apple moved silently, he fixedly looked at Garcia and said, "It's okay."

Three years ago, he was accustomed to being in close quarters with His Highness every day, and he had developed a lot of immunity to this beauty crit.

Now that we meet again after a long absence, he finds that his immunity is weakened and he can't hold it.

But it seems, there is no need to "hold".

This guy had already touched the head of his dormitory bed late at night and hugged him all night. He was magnanimous enough not to hold him accountable.

Jiang Jianming figured it out so suddenly, and suddenly "evil turned to courage", and quietly stretched out his hand——

"I don't mind, Your Highness."

In the early morning sun, the brows and eyes of the black-haired young man were brightly illuminated, and he actually had an out-of-this-world tone.

He stretched out the hand that belonged to the remnant crystal person, his fingers landed on the top of His Royal Highness's head opposite, and quickly rubbed the soft platinum curly hair.

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