Dressed as the pharaoh's favorite

Shaking slightly in the air, the outline was deep and the facial features were exquisite. Looking at the high nose bridge unique to Egyptian men, he couldn't help touching his own. Ramses' hair was curly and straight, which was different from his own, with a light golden luster.

He was watching intently, when suddenly the green eyes opened and bumped into himself.

Wen Ruo was startled, but didn't realize that he woke up suddenly. Ramses looked sleepily at the person above his head, and the corners of his mouth raised: "Peeping me?"

"Ah...no." His face became hot, and his speech became faltering.

Wen Ruo was about to retreat, but he didn't expect that the other party was a step faster than him. He reached out and pulled him into his arms, wrapped him up with the quilt, and Wen Ruo's whole face hit Ramses' stomach, soft and soft, The strange feeling is very comfortable.

The feeling of blush and burning on the face became heavier.

"Where are we?" Wen Ruo anxiously broke the short embarrassment.

Ramses kissed the tip of his nose, with a nasal voice: "Wherever he goes, Mo Puren and the others will watch the course."

Early in the morning, he looked at the man on his body and thought about those things again. He really lost his self-control towards this man.

"Wen Ruo," he suddenly called out his real name.

It's been a long time since he's been here, and this is the first time he's calling his real name softly.

For a moment, his bright black eyes looked at him with water, waiting for his next sentence.

However, there was still no further words from the people under him, but Ramses wrapped his arms around him and fixed him on his body so that he wouldn't move a bit.

"After I go back, I'll take you hunting." Just when Wen Ruo thought he couldn't wait for his next words.

Ramses suddenly spoke softly.

hunting?

Wen Ruo was a little surprised that he actually wanted to take him hunting.

He had read in ancient books that there were hunting activities in Egypt very early, not only the pharaohs and nobles but also ordinary people.

During a hunting, Ramses II ordered a painter to draw his spoils and carved them on the murals with quartz powder for future generations to admire his achievements.

Wen Ruo nodded: "Okay."