[Comprehensive] Have you ever cared about the feelings of the target?

Quill's face was a little red, and he couldn't help walking over to cover Gonglue's eyes with his hands.

"Hey, stop looking at me like that."

After bringing his young master back to His Majesty's palace, the two hadn't spoken a word yet, Quill was called away by his executive officer, so when he returned to his bedroom, Quill was still wearing his daytime uniform , silver, with the emblem of Spartacus embroidered with soft gold thread on the chest, and the shoulder armor that made his figure wider and wider was dazzling, but if you look closely, you will find that it is delicately inlaid with gems.

On the other side, a dark blue half-cloak hangs over Quill's shoulders, fastened with a brooch.As he walked, this gold-woven cloak that hung like tassels fluttered gracefully behind His Royal Highness, always making people secretly look at him because of this momentum.

Quill has long been used to all kinds of gazes these days, but from the moment he stepped into the room, the young master's following gaze forced him to surrender.

"I like you dressed like this, Peter."

Hearing this, Quill's heart softened.His meeting ended too late, the young master had already changed into his nightgown and curled himself up in the big soft bed.Quill was uneasy not long ago, he was afraid that his sudden change of identity would make the two of them feel alienated, but seeing the young master's intimacy, and the undisguised joy in his eyes - Quill heard, It was rumored that the young master of the Steele family seemed to have gone crazy, and spent an unknown amount of money in order to save one of his slaves.

Quill gently pressed a kiss on the boy's forehead: "I have so much I want to tell you, can you stay here?" The young master nodded impatiently, and then showed a trace of hesitation, Quill smiled unconsciously Get up, "I have already informed the housekeeper, don't worry."

The young master put his arms around Quill and let out a cheer in excitement.

Quill enjoyed the young man's active hug, and he heard the young master whisper in his ear: "Can you sleep in this uniform tonight?"

Quill's whole body became hot in an instant, but he quickly reacted and frowned: "Wait, compared to me—do you like this uniform more?"

"I-I didn't—"

With the order of the crown prince, no one dares to neglect.So the young master who stayed here continued his routine in the manor. In the days when there was no account book and no tutor, he was as lazy as a playboy.

Quill seemed to have specially spared him a vacation, but the heavy tasks His Majesty entrusted to him still took up his mornings. Fortunately, the young master always slept until the sun was high before getting up.

Gong Lue was taken to visit the capital star's spaceship, and Quill gave him permission to simulate a flight.However, when Gonglue was pushing the warp drive, the spacecraft suddenly stalled.To prevent accidents, Quayle set a level one environment, but he still freaked out.Seeing the boy's pale face after taking off his helmet, he hastily hugged him in his arms: "It's nothing - I was like this when I first started, next time we can try that elemental gun, as long as you enter your DNA, to activate it."

Gonglue knew that Quill took him to try these things in the hope that he could adapt in advance.

The king will leave for the capital next month, and Quell wants to take his young master with him.Quill visited the old housekeeper early on and explained his intentions—he could arrange for the young master to enter the Capital Star Academy.This made the old butler very excited. What's more, seeing Quill, who had become the crown prince, looked like he was bound to win, the butler had long since lost the right to choose.

So when Quill told the young master his plan, Gong Lue looked at the flashing task request and chose to agree.

Quill fell into a burst of ecstasy, as if he had obtained the whole world. He hugged the young master and turned around, his tone trembling slightly: "This is really great, we don't need to be separated."

That night, when the two were lying on the bed together, Quayle seemed extremely excited. They once again talked about the situation after he was taken away by the sheriff: "I was put in jail..."

The young master interrupted him: "Didn't they torture you?"

"There's really no—" Quail remained patient despite repeating it many times.

But this time the young master stubbornly said: "Then you have to take off your clothes and let me check it."

Quill blushed instantly, but at the young master's insistence, he still sat up and took off his shirt. Immediately afterwards, the young master's fingertips touched his body, and Quill seemed to be cursed , felt that every time his fingers touched a place, it was as if he had been electrified, arousing waves of heat in his body, which made his mouth dry suddenly.

"Look, I don't have a single scar." Even if there was, it's faded after all this time.

However, the boy's fingers were still lingering on his body. The two looked at each other, and they didn't know who made the first move. They moved closer and kissed.The night was so quiet, they heard each other's heavy breathing, and the sound of sticky water with their lips and tongues intertwined.

The boy sat in his arms at some point, Quill put his arms around his waist, and the two of them pressed tightly together.Suddenly, he grabbed the boy's downward arm, suppressed it, and his voice became hoarse: "Do you know what this means?"

"I know--"

Quill looked up at his angel, like a beast breaking through a cage, he pressed the boy under him, and started to kiss him frantically, but in the end he stopped and buried himself in the boy's neck, The voice was full of joy, because he felt the boy's same mood as himself: "Not yet, I should wait until your birthday is ten days later."

Then Quill turned over, but was still close to the boy, holding his hand, and kissing constantly.It's just that the young master of Steele's family was inexplicably disappointed. He rubbed into Quill's arms little by little, and whispered in his ear, "Then can you hug me?"

What's wrong with this?Quill smirked and hugged him full.

Gong Lue fiddled with the WALKMAN in his hand, which was a little newer than the Walkman left by Quill's mother. He wanted to give this to Quill as a gift, and Quill's favorability for him increased with the last The period of getting along with each other is already full.This means that he has finished the strategy and is about to face the plot of leaving.

Gong Lue turned on the recording function, he thought maybe he could leave a few words of farewell, but just after he finished the beginning, the king of Spartacus appeared in front of him.

Just like the setting of the plot, in order to separate them, the king ordered a fiancee for the young master of the Steele family.

When Quill, who heard the news, found the boy who left without saying goodbye, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he said calmly: "I haven't had time to congratulate you, happy engagement."

The young man stood there with a pale face. He never dared to look at Quill, and it took him a long time to break the silence: "Thank you, but it's a pity that I can't invite you to the ceremony..."

It was this sentence that instantly ignited Quill's anger. He felt that his heart seemed to be torn apart. The sharp pain made his limbs numb. He walked over and grabbed the boy's collar fiercely. Zhongman was full of unbelievable pain: "How dare you-you liar, you deceived me..." However, gradually, the coldness in Quill's words turned into pleading, "Why? Tell me , there must be some reason for this, where did I make you angry, this is a joke, right?"

The young man clenched his back teeth, opened his mouth, and finally pushed Quill away, sarcastically and meanly, this is a strange look that Quill has never seen before: "You know what—if you don't Me, you are just a lowly slave, and you will die unexpectedly one day..." He breathed heavily, condescending to Quill who fell on the ground, "Of course, you are also now—even if you have a King father, you also seem to me humble and despicable..."

"That's enough!" Quill's eyes were red, he was like a raging lion, as if one more bite from the person in front of him could bite his neck off.He stood up staggeringly, as if he was about to faint to the ground in the next second, just stumbled like this, and left his boy without looking back.

Quill rushed into his room in a daze, and there were still too many breaths and memories about the boy in the room.Quill went crazy and smashed everything in the room.Facing the mess, he closed his eyes heavily and fell to the ground.

The maids who came in to tidy up exchanged glances with each other, and quietly packed his luggage for the crown prince. When she saw a small square box dropped from the table, the maid cautiously put it into the crown prince's personal belongings.

Quill had already boarded the spaceship, he was in a daze, if His Majesty hadn't called him to the council, he wouldn't even want to change his clothes.Immediately afterwards, he found the new Walkman in his luggage, opened it subconsciously, and heard the recording, he clenched it tightly, with veins popping out of the back of his hand.

Watching Quill rush in without saying a word, Jason frowned: "Although you are my only son, you must know that there is a limit to my patience with you."

Quill's eyes were red, and he pointed the gun between the king's eyebrows: "It's you! You're the one behind the scenes—but you clearly promised..."

Jason waved his hand to signal his guards not to be vigilant. He went from behind the conference table to the front and patted Quill on the shoulder: "Listen, it happens to everyone, you just treat him as One, fond memory?"

Quill couldn't bear it anymore, he fired, took advantage of the commotion, and snatched Jason's information magnetic card, which gave him the authority to launch a small spaceship, and he wanted to go back to Steele Manor to see he.

However, when Quill rushed there, what he saw was the soaring flames that spread to the entire manor. He screamed and called the boy's name, and wanted to rush in, but was shot in the thigh.

Jason stepped on Quill's body, which made the latter twitch like a dying fish. He leaned down and slapped Quill in the face: "Look at you cowardly It looks really disappointing to me.”

"Lock him up."

Quill was thrown into a dark confinement room. The bleeding wound on his leg made him have no strength to turn over. Jason beat him really hard. Quill can still hear his tinnitus now. What's the matter? It dripped on the ground, and at a glance, it turned out to be his nosebleed.

After touching something, the Walkman hidden on his body started playing again.

The boy's voice seemed to accompany him in this small space.

"Hey, Peter, it's me..." The voice was a little fuzzy, and Quill could imagine the boy hanging his head because he was not familiar with the operation, and he couldn't help but hook his lips, "This is a gift from me, Also, I want to tell you - I am really happy to meet you, I must have been blessed, I cherish all the days with you, you are my hero, Peter, I..."

The boy's voice was interrupted, Quill stretched out his hand with difficulty, and stopped the playback, because he didn't dare to listen to everything that happened afterwards.

Quill moved.

It was so painful.

Hey, he meant wounds.

Or not.

Regardless, Quill's eyes widened, and he finally curled up little by little, his shoulders trembling, and in this dark place where no one could see, he cried out like a child.