The straight male queen was stolen again

tears on clothes

King's love story

Can't sleep... Tong Rong thought of things from his childhood again.

Chai Shan was only seven years old when he came to Tong's residence. He should be a good master of poetry and calligraphy at this age.

This is not the case for Chaishan. It seems that the royal family deliberately ignored him. He didn't enter school until he was six years old. The master taught him very perfunctorily. At least he never seriously corrected the dog planing.

So, for the first time in the class taught by Mr. Xi invited by Tongfu, Xiao Chaishan was beaten because of his ugly handwriting.

Chaishan was aggrieved and angry at the same time, clenched his fists without saying a word, with a gloomy face.

Everyone walked around this weird fifth prince, no one dared to come forward to coax him, Chaishan walked forward, not knowing where he was going, until he bumped into someone accidentally.

"Is it a hill? What's the matter? You're in such a hurry."

Chaishan lowered his head and said nothing, but his eyes gradually turned red.

Nine-year-old Tong Rong was much taller than seven-year-old Caishan. He touched the top of Caishan's head, squatted down, and asked softly, "Did you suffer any grievances? Or did you bump into something?"

When no one cares, the grievance can still be suppressed and controlled, but when someone touches the top of the head and asks such a gentle question, all the sadness instantly turns into tears, which can't stop ticking down.

The little boy lay in the arms of the little boy, sobbing for an entire hour.

Like all the grievances, all the grievances were vented in this crying.

From this day on, Tong Rong would come to Chaishan's house every day, wrapping his little hands in his palms, and teach him to practice calligraphy stroke by stroke.

And when the little boy looked up at him, his eyes were clearly full of admiration and admiration.

When exactly did Rumu's gaze gradually turn into that scorching gaze...

Tong Rong turned her back and sighed softly.

Xiaoshan has too different meanings to himself.Like a child, like a playmate, like a relative... Because of this, I probably care so much about whether this friendship will be shattered.

Always remembering and thinking, time slipped by quietly.

The night was dark, and the cicadas outside the window had stopped. Tong Rong couldn't fall asleep with his eyes open, and was about to close his eyes and try again, but suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the hall.

Probably the palace guard on duty.

Tong Rong didn't care, and was about to close his eyes and try to fall asleep.

"Squeak———"

The temple door seemed to be pushed open, and the crisp sound of wood rubbing against each other was so clear in the darkness.

The thin candlelight gathered up like a veil, and the dim light gradually brightened up with the clear footsteps.

Tong Rong was startled, subconsciously closed his eyes, and remained motionless.

The visitor put the small lantern on the lampstand beside him and stared at him for a while.

Although he didn't see the face of the person who came, but from the sound of footsteps, the sound of breathing, the pause when the lantern was lowered... Strangely, the figure with his back turned became clearer in Tong Rong's mind.

It's a hill!

why...why...

His heart was beating like a drum, but it wasn't all nervous, but also a trace of inexplicable joy.

What are you happy about?

Tong Rong couldn't detect it, couldn't recognize it, and pulled the lining tightly under the thin quilt.

However, Chaishan didn't know that Tong Rong was awake. He skillfully took off his clothes, and carefully laid down on the side of the person whose back was facing him.

He hugged Tong Rong into his arms, leaned against him, and put his face in the hollow of his shoulder where the quilt was exposed.

Tong Rong almost forgot to breathe, did not dare to move, his whole body was as stiff as a stone.

Xiao Shan...what is he going to do?

It seemed that he should sit up immediately, and blamed Chaishan sharply and righteously, but Tong Rong didn't know why, and still maintained this side-lying position, completely motionless.

The thin quilt was gently pulled, revealing a body wearing only a layer of plain silk pajamas, with a perfect and daydreaming curve outlined through the clothes that fit the skin.

The breathing of the person behind him became short of breath, panting heavily.

Suddenly, Tong Rong felt a little blunt warmth on his back.

He reacted for a moment, belatedly realizing what had happened.

Chaishan was kissing his back through his pajamas.

The author says:

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