Cleopatra's younger brother

Egyptian clothes have a characteristic, they are easy to take off and put on, and these clothes were used by Caesar just now as cloth strips, especially "easy to wear" because they are breathable.

Ptolemy XIII directly hung his clothes on his body, and a few strips of cloth fluttered in front of him.

Although the surface is wearing clothes, but with this looming effect, it really makes people's blood spurt, it's better not to wear it.

Caesar was amazed at first, and then frowned. Looking at Ptolemy XIII, Caesar only felt a flame rising in his heart.

He glanced at Ptolemy Thirteen's way back to the palace, the journey was not short.

Seeing Caesar standing still, Ptolemy XIII felt uneasy, but he didn't dare to leave. He followed Caesar's gaze and looked in the direction of his own palace. Does this mean to let him go?

To the surprise of Ptolemy XIII, Caesar walked up to Ptolemy XIII and tore off Ptolemy XIII's clothes, only to hear a ripping sound. Stripes of clothes completely turned into strips of cloth.

Ptolemy XIII was still pulling one of them.

Caesar's behavior was not convulsions, but Ptolemy XIII in this way. Caesar didn't want others to see him. He was about to take off his armor, but he met someone's wide-eyed eyes, and his hand was like this paused.

"Caesar, you..." Ptolemy XIII widened his eyes and looked at Caesar, inexplicably.

One moment he would let himself put on his clothes, and the next moment he tore them to pieces. Does he look so easy to bully?

A man's self-esteem is thus stimulated by a piece of clothing.

Ptolemy XIII took a step in front of Caesar, "I don't know, Emperor Caesar, what does this mean." Ptolemy XIII raised the cloth strip in his hand, and at this time he didn't remember the injury on his hand.

The wound that had finally scabbed open again.

Because the wrists were still bound with cloth, Ptolemy XIII's right hand was already a little white at this time, and there were only a little blood on the fingertips.

His eyes seemed to be on fire, and his voice couldn't help but rise.

Crazy pet?Caesar suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Ptolemy XIII blankly. This was the first time he had seen him like this. Well, he was cuter than others.

"That's what it means." Caesar put his hand down completely, took the cloth strip in Ptolemy XIII's hand, and threw it on the ground.

This move undoubtedly challenged Ptolemy XIII's nerves.

It was not the strip of cloth that seemed to be thrown to the ground, but his Ptolemy XIII man's self-esteem.

Feeling the anger surging in his heart, Ptolemy XIII closed his eyes, let out a long sigh of relief, then opened his eyes, and removed the bandage that Caesar had wrapped around his wrist just now.

He glanced at it, and wanted to throw it casually, but his hand paused, and then he tightly clenched the cloth strip in his hand.

Due to the surge of blood, the originally pale hand suddenly returned to blood, and the wound began to bleed again.

But Ptolemy XIII didn't care, he even pressed the wound deliberately to let the blood flow out.

The blood fell drop by drop on the marble floor, which was extremely dazzling.

Looking at Ptolemy XIII in this appearance, Caesar was still very calm, or it was within his expectation.

He has seen Ptolemy XIII in this state many times, um, not as cute as before.

Even Caesar himself didn't realize that he was comparing different Ptolemy XIII unconsciously.

"Caesar." Ptolemy XIII said in a cold voice, no longer the cowardice just now.

If you don't explode in silence, you die in silence, which is the current state of Ptolemy XIII.

Caesar hooked the corners of his mouth, did not speak, and just looked at Ptolemy XIII. Although this look is not cute, it is really delicious.

Ptolemy XIII raised his hand and lifted Caesar's chin with his fingertips.

This posture does not look coordinated.

Surprisingly, Caesar was not angry, he even raised his chin slightly, just in time for Ptolemy XIII's wound.

Ptolemy XIII naturally saw this little move, and then froze for a moment.

"Damn it." He cursed in his heart, regardless of whether Caesar's behavior just now was intentional or not, the anger in his heart disappeared inexplicably.

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However, his hand was still holding Caesar's chin. Impulse is the devil. Ptolemy XIII finally knew what he meant.

In the modern times before, his mood swings were not so great. Most of the time, his attributes were still cowardly and blackened. He only came here once or twice when he was drunk.

But I don’t know what’s wrong. Ever since I traveled to Egypt, this emotion seems to be like a wild horse that has been let loose. Is it going to convulse? Ptolemy XIII can’t remember how many times he has blatantly provoked Caesar.

It is said that there are only three things, maybe this is the fourth time?hehe……

He had already stepped towards the cliff with one foot, and he couldn't get it back at this moment. He was really dead anyway.

Ptolemy looked at his hand that was still dripping with blood, and heaved a long sigh in his heart. He felt that what he was bleeding was not blood, but IQ.

Ptolemy XIII himself didn't know, the change in his expression at the moment was really wonderful.

From being stern and cold at the beginning, to being extremely entangled later, he now has an expression of eating Xiang.

Caesar had never met a person who could express so many emotions and expressions in such a short period of time.

Caesar didn't speak, he wanted to see how Ptolemy XIII would clean up the mess he had caused next.

Ptolemy XIII originally wanted to pretend to be a fool,

But the style of painting is so different that it is almost impossible to switch.

Ptolemy XIII could only bite the bullet, searching for topics that could divert Caesar's attention.

He intentionally made himself look indifferent, but he was pretending. At this time, Ptolemy XIII, whose anger had disappeared, had lost the aura he had just now.

His fingers holding Caesar's chin became stiff.

"Caesar, do you still remember the agreement with me?" Ptolemy XIII said after being silent for a long time, his posture almost stiff.

Caesar nodded, his gaze fell on his blood-stained fingers.

Ptolemy's fingers were as beautiful as his own. His hands were larger than ordinary women's hands, but smaller than other men's.

The little red stain on the fingertip at this moment reminded Caesar of the picture of Ptolemy sucking/sucking his finger in his mouth that day when he was drunk.

I don't know, what does his finger smell like?

Seeing that Caesar didn't answer his words, Ptolemy XIII felt a little embarrassed, "Caesar..." Before he could say anything, he felt his fingers were wrapped in warmth, and there were wounds on his fingers, and there were bursts of pain.

Ptolemy XIII raised his eyes, and what he saw made his heart skip half a beat.

I saw Caesar lowering his eyes, sucking his fingers very carefully and gently.

The focused look makes people sink.

Ptolemy Thirteen felt his heart was about to jump out, he wanted to withdraw his fingers, but Caesar held Ptolemy Thirteen's hand, and his mouth was still sucking/sucking.

Every time he sucked it, Ptolemy XIII felt his heart was scratched, and his face turned red.

It wasn't until Ptolemy XIII's neck was red that Caesar let go of his hand, and he spat out the blood that he had sucked/suctioned.

Looking at the fingertips of Ptolemy XIII, they turned white.

After finally organizing it, Ptolemy XIII couldn't think of a word at the moment, his eyes were fixed on Caesar's lips, and at this moment he could only hear his own heartbeat that was out of shape.

Ptolemy's shy and stunned look made Caesar lick the corner of his mouth thirsty, not enough, this level is far from enough.

Caesar took a step forward and directly hugged Ptolemy XIII's waist, with such strength that Ptolemy XIII's heels were lifted off the ground.

Looking at the magnified handsome face in front of him and listening to the panting voice beside his ears, Ptolemy XIII's mind was completely blank.

He closed his eyes unconsciously, and his body began to tremble slightly.

If there is a next step, he will not refuse.

But at this moment, Caesar suddenly let go of Ptolemy XIII. He let go of Ptolemy XIII suddenly, and made Ptolemy XIII take a few steps back. He still couldn't stand firmly and fell directly to the ground.

This fall brought Ptolemy XIII back to his senses. Before he could look at Caesar, he saw that Caesar had strode away from him, leaving only his back.

Everything is so inexplicable.

Ptolemy's fall was unclear, and his butt/butt hurt a little numb. He wanted to chase Caesar, but he couldn't even stand up, let alone chase...

Looking at Caesar whose back disappeared, Ptolemy XIII frowned. Could it be that Caesar had a convulsion today?Why is it acting so weird?

After a while, Ptolemy XIII stood up, still looking in the direction of Caesar with a puzzled expression.

It always feels like something is wrong.

"King Ptolemy Thirteen!" Hearing his voice before seeing him, Ptolemy Thirteen became alert.

His expression also changed from confusion to speechless. He took a few strides, not caring whether he was still injured, so he quickened his pace and came to Portinos who was still trying to yell.

He glared at Portinos fiercely, yelling so loudly, he was afraid that others would not know that he was doing this...

Seeing Ptolemy XIII's eyes, Portinos immediately shut his mouth. Seeing that Ptolemy hadn't come back for so long, he was still restless.

Bordinos, who was waiting for the limit, took people out "quietly" to look for it. You must know that the current situation of the Ptolemaic Dynasty is not so peaceful.

Without King Ptolemy XIII, there will be King Ptolemy XIV. Although Portinos is absolutely loyal to the imperial power, Ptolemy XIII is special to him. When he first When he saw his king, he recognized him, especially now Ptolemy XIII's temperament changed drastically, which further strengthened Bordinos's idea of ​​following Ptolemy XIII all his life.

Ptolemy XIII knew that Portinos was worried about his own safety, but he did not follow his orders after all, and such an approach was not advisable.

"The second time." Ptolemy Thirteen said coldly.

Of course Portinos knew what Ptolemy XIII meant by saying this.

Again and again, not again and again.

This time, he was impulsive again.

"Go back." Ptolemy XIII said, "By the way, get some medicine to stop the bleeding."

Before waiting for Portinos to answer, Ptolemy III said again, "No one is allowed to know about my injury."

Now that Ptolemy XIII has so many eyes, he has to be careful.

Ptolemy XIII casually took off the clothes of a servant and put it on, then strode towards his palace.