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Text 117 Chapter 117
Text 117 Chapter 117
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Although the high fever subsided, Garlan's body was still very weak, so for the next few days, he could only lie in bed and rest.
And Huimos was originally nervous and feverish at the beginning, so he stayed with him in a room and slept on a bed. It stands to reason that now that Garland's dangerous period has passed, he should also go back to his temporary residence, but Huimos never mentioned this, and still stayed in the same room with Garland.
Gallan couldn't help but want to say this, but every time he glanced at Huimos's bandaged hands, he swallowed the words abruptly.
Moreover, the most important thing is that Heimos is like a child who has a temper, and he has to feed the medicine, or he won't drink it.
Gallan really didn't mean anything to him.
At noon that day, Gallan was eating.
Although his body is still a bit weak, he is really not used to lying in bed and eating. It doesn't take much effort to get up anyway, so he sits at the table and eats lunch.
At this moment, he was stuffing a small bun the size of a baby's fist with minced meat powder into his mouth.
After one bite, the minced meat powder scattered around the corner of his mouth, and he subconsciously stretched out his tongue and licked it.
So the tip of the red little tongue licked on the pink lips.
Gallangu was eating happily. He didn't notice at all. Someone sitting next to him was staring at him intently.
Huimos only got burns on his hands. Because of his strong body, the low-grade fever at the beginning had disappeared a long time ago, so his hands were only inconvenient, and he didn't need to lie in bed for a long time.
In the past two days, he often went out to deal with the follow-up matters of Tozes City with generals such as Kaijos and Seth.
But every time drink medicine or rest at night, will come back.
Before Garlan had lunch, he had just asked Garlan to feed himself the medicine. When he was in a good mood, he sat next to watch Garlan eat something, and looked at the red tongue and licked it from time to time. The corner of his lips made his heart itch so badly that he could not wait to catch the messy little tongue and suck it hard.
Although there were countless images of himself cruelly torturing the tip of his tongue that was bitten in his mind, Heymos's face was still faint, and he couldn't see the slightest emotion, even looking at Gallan's eyes. He was deserted, as if he was just purely casual and calmly watching the teenagers around him eating.
Just after swallowing a bun with minced meat, it tasted good, and he picked up another Garlan who had taken a bite and glanced aside inadvertently, and saw Heimos looking here.
The gaze seemed to be staring at his own mouth.
He looked at Hiemos, then at the small bread he had just bitten into his mouth.
He asked: "Do you want to eat?"
Huimos did not answer, but he suddenly got up when he was sitting.
Then, leaned over.
Before Gallan could react, Hiemos had already leaned down.
Gallan watched that handsome profile fall from his eyes, and cool black hair scattered on his hands.
The pitch-black hair fell on the fair skin, forming a sharp contrast.
Slender eyelashes hang down, casting a shallow shadow on the brown face.
The thin lips of the half-dangling young man directly bit the small bread he was still holding in his hand.
The lip was just in the small gap he had bitten out.
Then, swallow it.
Seeing that the cold lips were about to touch his fingers holding the small bread, Garland subconsciously let go of his hand, which coincided with the swallowing movement of Hiemos.
He watched as Heimos swallowed the bun he had eaten into his mouth.
Gallan opened his mouth. He wanted to say, I have eaten this, but just after taking a mouthful, I feel that it has been eaten by Hoymos, and he doesn't seem to have any effect anymore.
But let's not say, feel suffocated and panicked inexplicably.
When he was wondering whether to say or not, Heimos, who had chewed half a small loaf and swallowed a few mouthfuls, raised his eyes to look at him.
The golden-red eyes are like sunset clouds on the horizon, and the slightly raised corners of the eyes reveal a bit of dangerous temptation.
Huimos looked at him and said, "More."
What the hell is it?
Are you a three-year-old child?
Garland, who subconsciously wanted to spit at Heymos, just opened his mouth, when he suddenly saw Heymos raise a hand and put it on the table beside him.
There was no bandage on the forearm, showing traces of the healing burn, but the hands were still wrapped in bandages, and the brown wrist with burn marks was a piece of white snow.
It was a little dazzling white.
The boy felt guilty as soon as he saw Huimos' hand.
So he obediently picked up another small bread.
Huimos glanced at him, the corner of his eyes bends slightly, and then he leaned over, holding Garlan's hand, biting the bread bit by bit.
He eats very slowly, even if he is being fed, his posture is somewhat calm and elegant.
He lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes concealing the pleasant gleam of his eyes.
When Hiemos finished eating the small bread slowly, he raised his eyes to Garland.
"Others too."
He looked at Garlan and said.
After the medicine was given, the teenager who was now in charge of feeding had broken the jar.
Hey anyway, what's the big deal.
Since Huimos, such a big man and a fellow who is also known as the black knight of hell, shamelessly asks someone to feed him, what else does he care about.
Galan grabbed a few small olives from the fruit plate without angrily.
The olive fruits are green, each about the size of a human thumb.
Garland just grabbed a handful and stretched out his hand directly in front of Huimos, holding the olive fruit, holding it still in front of Huimos.
His eyes were slightly raised, looking at Heimos as if provocatively.
Huimos glanced at Garlan and looked at the appearance of the young man raising his eyebrows, his expression remained unchanged, still his calm appearance.
It's just that he suddenly leaned over and bowed his head.
The fine forehead fell on Garlan's wrist, and when he lowered his head to bite, he bit an olive fruit, chewed a few times and swallowed, then lowered his head to bite another.
Gallan was stunned at first, but he didn't expect that Heymos would have just lowered his head and bite from his hands indifferently.
When he reacted, the olive fruit in his hand was half eaten.
And Himos just happened to lower his head again at this time, and the broken hair ran across his wrist, itchy.
He watched the big man lower his head while biting the fruit with his own hand, and the appearance of his pitch-black head moving in front of him. The dangerous aura around Huimos disappeared at this moment, and that appearance and manner seemed to be too clever.
Garland suddenly felt that Huimos was now like a big dog lying obediently on the ground with his head down and licking food in the hands of his master.
When he thought about it, he couldn't help but laugh.
Seeing the head that moved in front of him, the more it looked more and more similar, he simply stretched out his other hand and touched the black hair that was in front of him.
Well, although the hair is black, it feels as smooth as velvet.
It feels good.
Garlan thought to himself, then touched it again.
He touched it so, Huimos naturally looked up at him, his gaze fell on his face.
Gallan retracted his hand and looked at him with a smile.
"why are you laughing?"
Huimos asked.
"……nothing."
How dare Gallan say that he thought he was feeding a big dog.
If Hiemos knew that he regarded him as a big dog, he would definitely be angry.
"Um?"
The golden red eyes narrowed slightly, staring at him, revealing a sharp, dangerous aura.
Garlan couldn't help it, thought for a while, and whispered: "It's nothing...I just think it's a bit like Nega."
He added: "Because Nega likes me feeding him this way."
Galan thought to himself, comparing Huimos to a lion, shouldn't Huimos be too angry?
He planned well, but he didn't know that his mind was clearly seen by the other party.
Not to mention Garlan, Heimos probably guessed what Garlan thought of himself.
He stared at Garlan for a long time, then suddenly smiled.
He didn't continue to question, his expression didn't look angry, he just glanced down at Garlan's hand.
Gallan had just grabbed a handful of olives and fed him. It was almost done, only one was left in the palm of his hand.
Holding the fruit in his hand, it still maintained the posture of stretching in front of him.
At that glance, he saw the emerald green olive fruit rolling in the white palm of the young man.
Huimos lowered his head again.
Galan thought that Hiimos just wanted to bite the last olive in his palm, so he didn't hide.
He watched Huimos lower his head, his palms could vaguely feel the warm breath of the opponent, but he wondered if he should touch Huimos' head again.
Because it feels like Luniega's hair, soft, plush, and smooth as silk, it feels very comfortable.
Suddenly, the palm of the hand suddenly became hot.
Something moist and warm licked across his palm.
The itchy touch passed from the sensitive skin of the palm, and a tingling sensation was inexplicably oozing out.
Gallan stayed for a while, and then slammed his hand back like an electric shock.
The last olive in the palm of the hand fell to the ground.
He squeezed his hands, his cheeks flushed instantly, and he stared at someone.
"You are a dog, why do you always lick?"
He angered.
That day, too, suddenly licked the back of his neck and frightened him, causing him to make such a strange noise, he hasn't settled his account yet!
Huimos raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you think that's what you just thought?"
Gallan choked.
The teenager who had indeed thought about that suddenly became guilty.
He whispered: "That can't...Don't you think it is dirty."
Huimos replied: "I don't dislike it."
Garland: "..."
Just when Gallan was so speechless, Hiemos leaned forward and leaned over.
He said, "Actually, I don't mind if you think so."
The golden red eyes stared at Garlan deeply, and Huimos' voice was calm and low, as if he was talking about something extremely serious.
But what he said was completely two extremes from his expression and voice at the moment.
"But since being treated as that kind of pet, I should do something similar to please my owner... right?"
Garland was stunned as Heimos' handsome face got closer and closer.
"Wait...wait, you..."
He subconsciously stretched out his hand to push the opponent away, but Huimos' bandaged hand was beside him, and he didn't dare to use any force.
The person pressed down from top to bottom, with great pressure, and the falling shadow almost enveloped him.
Seeing that face was about to come closer, he didn't know what he wanted to do.
"His Royal Highness, is your meal over?"
At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside, and the voice of the blond knight came in.
Huimos sighed, moved his body back, and sat back.
But Garland, who had escaped a catastrophe, calmed down, yelling for Kehos to come in, while trying to hide his embarrassment, he reached out and grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it to Huimos' mouth.
He didn't think much about it, he just wanted to gag Heimos's mouth, and Kaijos from the province said something strange when he came in.
As soon as Kaihus got permission, he subconsciously frowned when he saw the scene where his little prince was feeding Prince Huimos.
Then, he spoke to Garlan quietly: "Prince, I'm disturbing you to eat."
He turned his gaze to Huimos: "However, there is something that requires Prince Huimos to go there."
Huimos swallowed the little bread in his mouth, did not say much, got up and went out.
Watching him leave, Garlan was relieved, and continued to eat his lunch, and his relieved expression was all seen by Kaihus, who turned his head before leaving.
After walking for a while, standing still in the corridor, the blond knight spoke.
"Prince Huimos, everything must be modest." He said: "Although you did save your Highness, you always use this kind of grace to summon your Highness, and you've done it too much."
Thinking of Prince Hiemos deliberately taking advantage of Garlan's heart to be soft, and deliberately asking Garlan to take care of him, accommodate him, and obey him, Kaihus was a little unhappy.
"Prince Huimos, you are so petty for retribution, your tolerance is too small."
Huimos, who was standing by the wall, sneered.
"Kyjos, do you remember the words you said to me when Gallan was burned by charcoal fire to protect me?" He said lazily, "You said those words not to remind me of Gal Lan is to protect me from the injury, so let me remember this kindness and protect him well in the future?"
"At that time, did your behavior be regarded as asking for gratitude for retribution?"
Kaihus was speechless for a while.
Indeed, at that time, he deliberately provoked Huimos with aggressive tactics for the same purpose as Huimos said.
"It doesn't matter."
Huimos said, "Because I agree with your behavior."
He looked at his bandaged hand with a dangerous smile rising from the corner of his lips.
"If you have a bargaining chip, you should use it wisely, don't you?"
He smiled and said, with a natural look.
Even if he was using Garlan's guilt, he didn't care.
Since Gallan was very concerned about his injury, he used his injury to get close to him.
Obviously he had such a good bargaining chip and advantage, but because he had to pretend to be a good person, he gave it up...How could he do such a stupid thing.
Besides, he never felt that he was a good thing.
He rarely wants and cares about things, but in order to get the only person he wants, he can do whatever it takes.
The brief conversation between the two ended here, and Hiemos turned and returned to the room.
Kaihus didn't say anything, and walked back.
He looked at Huimos's back, looked behind him again, and after seeing a figure coming from a distance, he raised a playful smile.
Gallan had finished eating, and when he saw them coming back together, he got up and walked towards them.
"It's done so soon?"
he asks.
Kaihus gave a hum, and he suddenly smiled and said to Gallan: "His Royal Highness, in fact, I'm here now because Taal is going to bring someone over, so I can tell you in advance."
"Huh? Speaking of which, why haven't I seen Tal in the past few days..."
Just halfway through Gallan's words, suddenly there was a rapid sound of footsteps outside, and it seemed that someone was running quickly from the corridor.
It didn't take long for the half-covered door to be pushed abruptly, and a small figure suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
Then, he leaped straight at Garlan.
"Brother Gallan!"
Accompanied by a clear childish voice, the little Queen Elson who ran all the way happily jumped over and hugged Garlan.
She was not tall, and slammed into Gallan's arms with her arms just enough to wrap her waist.
Hmm, brother Gallan's waist is so thin.
Holding her arms around Garlan's waist happily, the little princess was thinking about it, while poking her hands on the young boy's thin waist twice.
The author has something to say: Don’t care about the scars on Hiemos’ palms and fingers.
Rubbing with scarred fingers... No, I mean, fingers with uneven scars are more sensitive. Fupin Chinese
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