Chapter 215: Extra

Mute felt cold.
Although the boss of his former lover seems to be not much different from him before...well, the face with a paralyzed face can’t see any difference, but he just feels that Troll’s attitude towards him Indifference.
And this kind of indifference is different from the indifference to the rest of him. It is deliberately aloof and alienated by Troll. In a sense, this is also a special treatment.
The cold-hearted teenager vomited in the bottom of his heart.
Of course, it is completely invisible from Troll's behavior, and in the eyes of others, it is not much different from the previous few days. But Mute can sensitively perceive that, for example, Troll will not let himself make tea for him, unless he happens to be the closest to him, otherwise he will order others to do something, apparently deliberately reducing and Own contact.
At the end of the day, Miao specifically said the last sentence to him, and even one of his eyes did not match up-the emperor's eyes that were more and more cold and cold were all stingy to him.
Trouble.
The teenager rubbed his temples with a little distress.
I want to know that Troll's attitude is because of the incident yesterday.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to laugh, but he knew that if he laughed now, the major general would surely be able to guess what he was laughing, and in this way...Mute felt that he was smiling at the major general who was amnestic now. I am afraid that my life will be in danger.
Well, be patient, don't be dead at this time.
So throughout this day, Mute maintained the appearance of being ingenious.jpg, and persisted until the evening.
In the evening, everyone else stepped down one after another, and Mute, who was a personal serviceman, could not leave without authorization before Troll had spoken. So when he found out, only he and Troll were left in the room.
The young emperor was sitting on a single sofa, supporting cheeks with one hand on the armrest, slender legs overlapping, and a cup of tea with a little steam in his hand. The velvety and delicate black hair slanted slightly from the narrow corners of the eyes, slender eyelashes hanging halfway, and the rose-colored shadows fell on the snow-white skin. Although he was holding tea, he didn't drink it, but he was holding it so that his hands were slightly down on his cheeks, as if he was thinking about something, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and there was a cold pearl on his lips.
He sat there quietly, and the soft light fell on him, making his whole figure glow, just a random movement, like a delicate mural that could be seen by the eyes.
Who said that no matter how delicious it is, you will get tired if you eat more?
Who said that no matter how beautiful it looks, you'll be annoyed if you read more?
Mute said he would choose whoever said this to him later.
From morning to night, he was not immune at all to this prosperous beauty, and he was not always confused by beauty, and fell into a trap stupidly, even the leash of the belt was gnawed...cough, This metaphor seems wrong.
Because the atmosphere was too quiet and too depressive, the teenager who was standing still couldn't help but began to think randomly, thinking of the wrong place, he quickly coughed in his heart, and withdrew his free thoughts.
Seeing that Troll was silent and not speaking, sitting there with a cup of tea without a word, Mute's legs hurt for a long time. He thought that since the major general felt that the matter was too embarrassing, he wanted to reduce his contact with him, so that he would have to be cautious about the "infatuation of the undead", and he was transferred from the major general to Ishtar earlier, and the major general’s memory was restored. Come back, then you can laugh at the major embarrassing appearance of the major general hahahahahahahaha
The teenager who has been dying has never been surpassed, looking forward to the general's expression when that scene appears.
Must make him laugh for a long time hahahahahahahahaha
Ah, but that will be the future. Now his legs are sore and tired.
So, Mute thought about it and opened his mouth carefully.
"His Majesty."
"........."
"If it's okay...I'll step down first?"
"........."
Without answering, Mute felt that no answer was the default, so he developed his sour legs and turned to leave.
"and many more."
With a cold cry, the foot of the juvenile serviceman had just stepped back and had to shrink back again, turning around and facing his majesty the emperor again.
But Troll shouted at him and continued to be silent again. Mute couldn't figure out what he wanted to do. He could only stand obediently in front of Troll with his hands behind his back, standing straight.
This quiet, quiet for a long time, Troll is still in a slightly dangled posture, the tea in his hand has long been cold, and he still hasn't taken a sip, but the distinct finger is unconsciously The edge of the teacup was swaying, and Mute couldn't help but say in your heart that you weren't tired of holding it this way?
After a long period of silence like this, Mute, whose legs became more and more sore, was finally unable to carry it and opened his mouth first.
"Your Majesty." said the young man standing with his hands behind his back, "you don't have to think too much, this is normal."
Mute's voice was very low and very light, even though there were only two of them in the room at the moment, he subconsciously lowered his voice when talking about such things.
"Just rubbing a little...um...this is the reaction that a normal man would have, cough, so... don't care too much." He coughed twice while continuing to whisper, "So what... just talk to the man Waking up in the morning...cough, same, very normal."
The scene was very embarrassing.
Although it was his own words, Mute never looked at Troll when he spoke, and kept staring at his toes with his head down. So, he didn’t see it. After he finished the first sentence,
This is normal,
Troll’s finger that suddenly crossed the side of the teacup suddenly paused. As Mute continued, the finger Tightening a little, the porcelain cup was overwhelmed and trembling as though it were making a silent whine—one second before the teacup was about to be crushed, Troll's tight fingers suddenly loosened again.
The teacup escaped the fate of crushed bones.
Mute, who was still a little uncomfortable, was relieved after speaking in one breath, and the whole person was relaxed.
He thought, that's all. Anyway, the major general is still a pure virgin who doesn't understand those things at all. He can just fooling around and make a fuss over, making the major general feel that this is an accident. It's better than continuing to be embarrassed.
Well, in this way, the major general who gets a satisfactory answer will let himself go back to rest.
"……No."
This time, after a little silence, His Majesty finally opened his mouth again.
"what?"
nothing much?
Mute was at a loss.
"You said "normal"..." Trollton paused and said, "None."
"..."
The lying trough took advantage of the major general's amnesia, he accidentally took out a big secret!
Suddenly, Mute felt a sense of horror. He thought that fortunately, Robin had left beforehand and was not here. Otherwise, if he knew the secret, the major general would definitely kill him.
...I used to think that the major general looked very ascetic. I didn't expect it to be true. Ascetic.
Because the secret was too big for the brain, Mute was still thinking here, and Troll, who was sitting there, pursed his lips as if he had made a decision. He raised his head, and his narrow and long phoenix eyes stared at the stunned teenager, his eyes narrowed, and there was a glimmer of light.
Then, raise your hand.
Pouting, Mute was splashed with tea before he could react.
That's right, it was the sitting emperor that poured the cup of tea that had been completely cooled down onto him.
The teenager, who was poured into the water without a head, looked at Troll, who was splashing his water, with a sullen expression on his face. He couldn't figure out what it was like now.
Troll was still sitting still, just staring closely at the teenager in front of him.
The boy's dark eyes looked at him in confusion. The soaked forehead was wetly attached to the tender cheeks. The water drops rolled down the cheeks from the tip of the hair. The pink lips opened slightly and were soaked. As if glowing with water.
The neckline was still open habitually, the slender neck was wet at the moment, the translucent snow-white shirt soaked in water clung to the skin of the teenager, and the traces of the collarbone under the shirt could be seen vaguely...
Troll confirmed.
That was not an accident, nor was it what Mute called a "normal phenomenon" where men would rub off.
The feeling of a slight heat inside the body at this moment is not an illusion. For the first time in his life, he felt this burning sensation. Also, even if it was extremely small, he knew that his breathing frequency had changed slightly at this moment.
What is this feeling?
He didn't quite understand it, but he didn't hate this feeling.
This kind of enthusiasm that can feel the flow of blood gives people a real sense of being alive.
And the man who made him feel this way...
Turning his gaze to Mute again, Troll's eyes became sharper, which were the eyes of the casual wild beast when he found his prey.
However, it was just a very brutal beast trying to hunt for the first time.
"Your Majesty, don't you think this joke is overdone?"
Somehow, the teenager who had been splashed with tea finally reacted at the moment. He brushed his wet hair and gritted his teeth to stare at Troll.
"I just tried to see if the same reaction would happen."
The man answered, frankly, for granted.
"........."
The man's extremely frank answer actually made the interrogator choked for a while.
Major General, do you feel embarrassed and embarrassed when you say this?
Troll, who was watched by Mute with strange eyes, groaned slightly and continued to speak.
"Your past partner is dead, do you plan to be single all over again?"
"My personal business has nothing to do with your majesty."
Mute grumbled back.
"Have."
"...?"
"You are responsible."
"what?"
"My reaction."
Mute: "..............."
Therefore, the confession of our emperor, our emperor, is to splash the other party's tea, and the confession is with a command tone-[you must be responsible for my response].
A confession object said: Bah!
Special. Great Human Empire, His Majesty the Emperor. Luo. Cosmic-grade overbearing president.
Chasing skills.
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