The heat coming from his ankle made Haman puzzled and looked down in a daze.

Seeing 49 holding his ankle, Haman kicked 49 on the side of the bed with some displeasure.

He blushed and said 49, "You are really strange. Why do you keep touching me? Is this how you get along with each other in H country?"

Harman finally asked about his suspicion.

Listening to 49, he smiled and answered Haman with certainty, "The men in our country will only do this to their wives."

"Lie." Haman muttered not to believe it, then kicked 49 again, licked his mouth and said in a daze, "My throat is so dry, I want to drink water."

"Wait for me a while."

49 got up and walked towards the coffee table, poured a glass of water and returned to Haman.

Harman got up softly, frowned and held his head, then looked at 49 with displeasure, looking at 49, questioning why 49 gave him drinks, which made him so uncomfortable.

49 also saw Haman's complaints, and he didn't expect Haman to pour it into a cup.

At first he just wanted to stay Haman alone for a while. Naturally, he didn't object to what he could do if Haman drank too much, but he didn't expect Haman to drink so much.

After drinking the water, Haman returned the cup to 49.

49 casually placed it on the bedside table beside him and looked back at Haman. The two of them looked at each other.

49 subconsciously smiled, raised his hand to combed Haman's messy long hair, and then left behind Haman's ears.

Haman frowned slightly and said unhappily, "In our country, if you do this to the nobles, you will be cut off your hands. Only legal couples can do this."

"I never thought about marrying a man as a wife, but I don't mind marrying you."

49 While speaking, he pulled down Haman's nightgown, blocking Haman's exposed white legs, afraid that something would happen if he saw too much in a while.

When he heard that 49 said he wanted to marry him, Haman was confused and stared at 49.

"Is this strange?"

49 asked with a smile, and as he said, he approached Haman's lips. After hesitating, he still kissed him.

49 did not give a passionate kiss, but just touched it like a dragonfly.

Haman blinked foolishly, and the soft touch on his lips made him stunned.

"This is also the etiquette of your country?"

Haman's simple eyes met 49's face.

49 did not explain, but approached Haman and kissed him again. He grabbed the back of Haman's head with his big hand and slid his fingertips into the root of his hair.

Haman did not resist or refuse, but opened his mouth slightly in a somewhat unfamiliar way.

I don’t know if it was because I drank too much or because he didn’t hate it, so he didn’t push it away.

When 49 let him go, he exhaled gently and looked at 49 with his eyes blurred.

49 kissed Haman's lips again, raised his hand to wipe away the wetness of Haman's mouth, and there was a smile on his face.

Harman only felt dizzy and a little comfortable. This was his first experience.

Is it because I didn’t have a kiss?

Haman looked at himself without blinking, which made 49 raise his eyebrows.

49 Tempted Harman's pink lips, looking at him, whether he would hate him to touch him.

It would be fine if Haman didn't hate it, he even opened his mouth and bit his 49 fingers.

49 I felt dangerous in an instant. If I continue like this, I may really have a home run directly.

He doesn't hate it, but Harman is drinking too much now and he can't take advantage of others' danger.
Chapter completed!