The road is right under your feet

By the time the group of men in black reacted, it was already difficult for them to catch up with Shirahoshi.

While falling, Bai Xing shouted loudly, "Your Highness, save me!" There was a subtle hint of fear in his voice.

He fell as fast as he could, so fast that he couldn't even control it, and he didn't even think about how to land safely.

Not to mention, the strong feeling of weightlessness made him feel an instinctive panic and his scalp tingled.

At this moment, a dark figure appeared before his eyes.

Bai Xing only felt a pair of strong arms catching him steadily, and his whole body fell into a safe embrace.

Shirahoshi's heart was pounding and he could hear an equally fast and powerful heartbeat in his ears.

As if comforted, he leaned his head even harder towards the source of the sound, trying to listen to the sound on his eardrums through the whistling wind.

He didn't know whether it came from himself or from the man, but the powerful drumbeats made him feel at ease.

Under the nervous gaze of the crowd, the ink-black figure holding a person in his arms landed in front of them and confronted the man in black opposite him.

Yin Er and Yin San were the first to react. They hurried forward, knelt on the ground and apologized, saying, "I am guilty. I failed to protect the Marquis and put him in danger. Please punish me, Your Highness."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said calmly: "Go and get the twenty military sticks yourself."

The two men immediately accepted the order, stood up and waited by the side.

Everyone finally reacted and bowed quickly, saying, "Greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. May His Royal Highness be blessed with good health."

Elder Guo also clasped his fists towards the prince and said, "I greet your Highness."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince freed one hand and stroked it, "Mr. Guo, there's no need to be so polite."

Old Guo looked at the two young men in front of him, stroked his beard and laughed, "Young people are to be feared."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince then exchanged pleasantries with Mr. Guo for a while, then glanced at everyone and said, "Stand up."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Bai Xing looked up at the man and saw only a tight jawline, tightly pursed lips and a high nose bridge.

He couldn't help but sigh: Even at this fatal angle, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince still looked so handsome.

The prince seemed to feel the gaze in his arms, but he did not let go of the person in his arms. The strength in his hands increased, as if he wanted to integrate him into his bones and blood.

Bai Xing groaned, and instantly regained the Crown Prince's senses. His hands suddenly loosened, but he still did not let him go.

He looked down at this slightly disheveled yet extremely attractive face, his eyes becoming increasingly profound.

Bai Xing seemed to be aware of something and subconsciously looked up, only to meet a pair of dark and deep eyes that seemed to suck him in.

My heart skipped a beat.

Then, it started beating faster and faster.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince looked at the slightly red roots behind Bai Xing's ears, the corners of his mouth curled up intriguingly, and he let out a pleasant chuckle.

The vibration of his chest was accurately transmitted to Bai Xing's ears, and the expression on his face was like that of a cooked shrimp.

Both hot and red.

The black-clad man who was leading the opposite side saw the two men acting so oblivious to the others, and a flash of jealousy and resentment appeared in his eyes, but he also knew that the game was over.

His cold gaze swept across the two of them, and he said, "Retreat." Then he turned and left.

"Wait!"

He heard a deep voice behind him. He subconsciously slowed down his pace, but heard the man say, "I don't care who you are. If you do it again, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The man's voice was cold, with a hint of threat in it. His body couldn't help but tremble, and his whole body felt like it was frozen, freezing cold.

He paused for a few seconds, said nothing, and left with everyone.

On the way, he dismissed everyone, went to a tavern alone, and walked into a quiet and elegant courtyard.

He slowly took off the mask on his face, revealing a handsome face. He leaned on the couch tiredly, picked up the wine jar beside him, and poured it into his mouth.

After three rounds of drinking, his eyes were blurry and his cheeks were flushed.

squeak-

Just then, there was a sound of a door opening, but he didn't pay any attention to it and continued pouring wine into his mouth.

A very handsome young man walked in from outside the door, his eyes were like stars, mysterious and dazzling.

Her temperament is so cool and pure, like a fairy from heaven.

When his eyes fell on the scattered wine jars, he walked forward with a little helplessness, and said to the outside as he walked, "Prepare a bowl of hangover soup."

There was an immediate response from outside the door, and then the footsteps became farther and farther away.

The young man helped the person on the couch up and walked towards the bed.

The drunken man opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him seriously. Under the boy's nervous gaze, he suddenly smiled and said, "Ah Huai, you are here?"

He looked around for a moment and asked drunkenly, "Where's your brother?"

He laughed at himself, "Yes, he must hate me so much, why would he come to see me?" His voice was lonely, with a hint of grievance that was barely perceptible.

The hot air, carrying the smell of alcohol, hit me in the face.

The young man named A Huai felt a throbbing pain in his heart. He tried to speak in a calm voice, "Brother Zishu, you are drunk. I will help you to rest."

Unexpectedly, the person in front of me suddenly seemed to be crazy, "I'm not drunk!"

He grabbed the boy's slender neck, pressed him against the wall, and approached him, staring at him with bloodshot eyes like a mad beast.

The boy looked terrified, but he did not struggle.

The man raised his hand and copied his face, and said coldly: "Ahuai, don't make that expression." Then he lowered his head and kissed the boy's eyebrows.

The young man's whole body was stiff. He knew that he looked a bit like his brother, but his brother was a man of integrity and would never be as miserable as he was.

The sound of footsteps outside the door brought him back to his senses.

He took a deep breath, moved his hands slightly, and a barrier appeared out of thin air, blocking the people outside the door.

The man in front of him became more and more frantic, with a ferocious expression, "Why? Why did that kid do that?"

The young man was startled. He suddenly remembered some news about his brother. He said in a dry voice, "Brother Zishu, did you go to see my brother? And you ran into my brother with him?"

The man seemed to be provoked and said fiercely: "Shut up."

Then, he tore the extremely silky fabric in his hands with brutal force.

The young man was startled and struggled hard, but the man suppressed him even harder in return.

Sensing the boy's resistance, he became more and more anxious, like a manic lion.

He lifted the boy's restless hands high above his head, leaned down to his ear, and whispered, "Ah Huai, don't think about resisting me."

Reeking of alcohol, his voice was hoarse but contained a hint of seduction.

The boy's breathing hitched.

Feeling the boy's obedience, the man tilted his head with pleasure, stretched out his tongue, and gently licked the tears from the corners of the boy's eyes, all the way down to his ears.

"Your eyes are beautiful."

The warm breath and the subtle touch caused the boy to tremble. A tingling sensation spread throughout his body, and his body instantly softened into a puddle of water.

Maybe... it was wrong from the beginning...

The boy had a blank expression, like a delicate yet broken doll.