Saiman let go of Hamor, smiled and raised his hand to touch Hamor's slightly red cheek, and then kissed him again.

Hamor didn't hate her at all. It would be better to say that now that he was used to being kissed by Saiman, he liked her a little bit.

Saiman suddenly picked up Hamol. Hamel was startled, but when he came to his senses, he was already on top of Saiman.

He frowned and looked at Saiman beneath him. Every time Saiman picked him up, it was effortless, as if he was a marshmallow.

Saiman didn't speak, and looked quietly at Hamor, who had long hair and was wearing a white silk nightgown under the moonlight. With his beautiful face and silver hair, he was like an elf who accidentally fell into the world. He was so beautiful.

Square things.

Saiman has always known that Hamor is beautiful, so beautiful that people feel that he does not belong to the human world, but is a work of art created by God.

Hamor didn't want to blush when Saiman stared at him, but Saiman's gaze seemed to be fascinated by him, which made his ears turn red unconsciously, and he looked away in embarrassment.

When he was a child, he seemed to like looking at my face like this. Does he like my face so much?

Hamor was very confused. He knew that he was beautiful, but someone like Saiman was the first to look at him intently.

"When do you want to see it?"

Hamor felt uncomfortable being stared at by Saiman and immediately lowered his head to talk to him.

Sai Man smiled and replied, "Just look at it like this for the rest of my life."

After he finished speaking, he lifted up Hamor's long hair and put it to his mouth for a kiss.

Hamor did not pull back his long hair, but frowned and told Saiman, "I didn't wash my hair tonight."

I'm asking you so I don't mind being dirty.

How could Saiman find it too dirty? He raised his hand to take Hamor's hair and kissed it, with a doting smile on his face.

He said, "I like you to keep your hair long and look at the Holy Spirit without blasphemy."

I really know how to tell lies with my eyes wide open. I don’t know who did that to me, who is sacred and inviolable.

Hamor was rude and criticized Saiman in his heart.

He wanted to get up from Saiman, but Saiman wouldn't let him go and held him down.

"Don't you think it's too heavy?"

"With a body as small as yours, it's no problem for you to sit on me." Saiman smiled back.

Hamor did not speak, but observed whether Saiman was lying, but Saiman did look relaxed and did not look like he was trying to be brave.

"I need to use the bathroom."

Hamor said and clapped his big hands on his waist.

"It's natural for me to do this kind of thing."

Saiman stood up, picked up Hamor, and walked to the bathroom, smiling brightly and walking quickly.

Alarm bells rang in Hamor's heart, and he widened his eyes and tried to stop it, but it was too late and the door had already been closed.

It is estimated that Hamor will want to beat himself to death after he comes out, so he shouldn't say such things in front of Saiman.

At the same time, the small hall at the end of the corridor to Hamel's room

Rank was sitting on the sofa, clumsily disinfecting his forehead. Because he was bruised and bleeding, he was too embarrassed to ask the doctor to get up in the middle of the night, so he had to deal with it himself.

Os, who was at the door of Hamor's room, glanced at the door and knew that he should not stay here at this time, so he lit a cigarette and walked to the small hall, where he saw the clumsy Rank.

Os wanted to ignore it, but Ranke was so hot that the disinfectant water made him blow on the wound on his forehead, which made him hold up his forehead. He had never seen anyone blowing on the wound like this.

"How on earth do you survive until now?"

Aos was speechless, but walked towards Rank again.

He sat on the coffee table in front of Rank, put the cigarette on the side of the coffee table, then picked up the medical kit, put it on his lap, took Rank's hand, and started to treat Rank's wound.

Rank was startled by Os who suddenly appeared to treat his wounds. He looked at Os in a panic and blinked stupidly.

"You...why are you here?"

Rank asked in a low voice and at a loss, and he sat down obediently in an instant. He had slightly curly light blond hair and bright glass eyes, as clean as if he was spotless.

"If you handle it this way, you won't be able to handle it tomorrow."

Oss just said that. He looked rough, but he treated Rank's wounds very carefully.

Looking at Osjun's face so close, Rank lowered his head in inexplicable nervousness and shyness, his cheeks were red, and the hands on his thighs were clenched tightly.

If others were fascinated by Rank's cuteness, they would not be able to tell the difference between east, west, north and south, but Os slapped Rank on the head, frowned and said to him, "How can I treat your wound if you lower your head?"

"Hug...sorry."

Rank immediately raised his head, standing straight and not daring to express his dignity.

Aos stopped talking and continued to treat Rank's wounds.

Rank held his breath and bit his lip as he looked at Os, who was only a few centimeters away from him, blushing so hard that his eyes were spinning.

It's not that he likes Oscai like this, but he's not used to being too close to others. Once someone comes close to him, he'll blush unconsciously and out of control.

"Why are you blushing so much?"

Ostridge looked at Rank and asked. The straight man was so cancerous that he didn't even think about whether Rank would be embarrassed.

Rank was indeed extremely embarrassed. He clenched his fists and whispered back, "It's not because you are blushing anyway."

"Oh, yes!"
Chapter completed!