Chapter 148: "My dear Majesty...
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Xirui openly occupied half of the big bed in His Majesty Atalan's royal palace.
He curled up in the velvet bedding like a sated fox. Every time Cade came in, he could see this "fox spirit" either leaning lazily on the headboard and reading documents, or taking a nap directly on His Majesty's legs, with a matter-of-fact look as if he was the master of this palace.
Cade: So angry.
"Your Majesty, this is today's afternoon tea..."
Cade stepped forward, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Xirui playing with a strand of Atalan's long golden hair with his fingertips.
His Majesty Atalan actually indulged him, even slightly tilting his head to facilitate his movements.
Cade cursed inwardly again.
He was convinced. He had never seen a male insect that looked so much like a vixen in his life...
During the day, Xirui showed his courtesy in various ways: he would serve Atalan tea at just the right temperature while he was reviewing memorials, and he would immediately stand behind the king and massage his temples when he was rubbing his brows.
The hands that could easily dismantle a gun were now moving around Atalan's shoulders and neck with amazing dexterity, causing the usually restrained His Majesty to sigh in comfort.
At night, the vixen became even more aggressive.
Cade once accidentally saw Xirui kneeling on one knee by the bathtub, holding King Atalan's ankle and carefully trimming his nails.
In the mist, the male insect's drooping eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks, and his expression was so focused as if he was treating some rare treasure.
And His Majesty actually allowed him to do this - this realization made Cade almost crush the silver tray in his hand, and the drinks and desserts on it were almost spilled.
Yes, an S-rank male insect is extremely noble, but that's His Majesty Atalan! That's the Empire's Golden Iris!
This male insect also looks heartless and fickle, which really makes him look unsafe.
Anyway, in Cade's heart, there is no hateful male insect in the world who is worthy of their Majesty!
And now, their King Atalan has been overtaken by such a vixen-like male insect.
He was really pissed off!!!
But later, Cade didn't dare to say anything, even though he had never said a word in the first place.
That time at the shooting range.
When Xirui casually picked up His Majesty's pistol and fired ten consecutive bullets all hitting the bull's eye, Cade looked at the "SSS" rating that popped up on the electronic screen, his face as excited as if a color palette had been overturned.
That vixen could actually accurately shoot down the core of such a small moving target from 500 yards!
——What level is this?
The level of Hawkeye sharpshooter.
I’m convinced, I’m convinced, this time I’m really convinced.
I can’t criticize this, this is a real master.
"Cade seems surprised?"
Xirui even came closer on purpose, still wearing his combat uniform that smelled of gunpowder, and said, "How about we compete next time..."
"Your Excellency is joking!"
Cade immediately took three steps back respectfully, and from then on, the way he looked at Xirui changed completely - this was not a vixen at all, but a ferocious beast in the skin of a beauty!
But His Majesty still allowed this ferocious beast to hang around him all day long, and even allowed him to sleep beside him, day and night.
And at night, His Majesty Atalaan would not allow any guards to be within fifty meters of the king's bedroom.
——
The night was like thick ink, staining the dome of the palace.
The moonlight slanted in through the stained-glass windows, casting beautiful mottled shadows on the snow-white carpet.
Xirui discovered that Atalaan seemed to be particularly fond of this kind of long-haired carpet. There were carpets in the lounge and in the king's bedroom.
It always gets dirty though.
In the sleeping hall.
The four-poster bed was draped with light gold velvet curtains, and the silver threads wrapped around the bedposts shone softly in the candlelight.
On the low table by the window lay a half-peeled orange, the peel deftly twisted into a spiral and hanging down.
A few drops of sticky juice splashed on the oak table, looking like tiny amber in the candlelight.
"Your Majesty, are you not going to rest yet?"
The black-haired male insect leaned against the window and looked back, holding an orange slice in his mouth, his voice filled with a hint of vague laughter.
Atalan looked up from behind the desk, his golden eyelashes raised, and the ink from the tip of the feather pen spread a small patch of dark blue on the parchment.
The king's long golden hair fell on his nightgown embroidered with gold thread.
As Xirui walked over barefoot, he handed the last orange slice to Atalan's lips.
"Ranta, try it, it's super sweet."
The king bit the orange peel in his hand, and his lips and teeth accidentally brushed against his fingertips, causing Xirui to laugh softly.
The refreshing aroma of oranges filled the air.
The next second, the male insect leaned over and clamped Atalan's neck with his tiger's mouth. It wasn't a pinch, just a light touch.
He used a little force to force the other person to raise his head, and gently stroked the corner of his mouth with his thumb.
Then a kiss fell.
The tip of the tongue slid along the slightly opened lips, rubbed the half of the orange that had not been bitten open, and went straight in.
Licking the king's teeth and tongue, stirring the root of his tongue insatiably.
"Well……"
Atalan didn't want to hide, but the kiss made his legs weak and his waist felt soft and sore - luckily he was sitting, so he didn't fall to the ground in a mess.
He couldn't close his mouth at all, and saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth.
Oranges, very sweet.
The sweet aroma of orange explodes between lips and teeth, and the juice flows along the entangled tongue tips.
Xirui held the back of Atalan's head, pressed the emperor onto the chair and kissed him deeply. The broken orange petals were squeezed to produce more honey under their hot breaths, staining the corners of both of their lips with a crystal-clear glow.
"Ugh...Cerie!"
Atalan's Adam's apple rolled under the bite of the black-haired male insect, and the emperor's luxurious imperial clothes had already become a mess.
Xirui suddenly chuckled, and the muscles in his arms tensed suddenly - through the slipping silk fabric, the outline of his explosive biceps could be clearly seen.
He easily lifted the noble Majesty by his thighs, and Atalan's long legs subconsciously wrapped around his waist.
The monarch's golden eyes widened slightly and he exclaimed, "Ah! Cerie!"
"Your Majesty is so light."
Xirui deliberately shook the weight in his arms, and the liquid drop on his Adam's apple slid down with the movement.
Open the bed curtains with one hand.
The male insect pressed the imperial golden iris into the goose down bedding with the aggressiveness of prey.
The remaining orange juice was stained in the corner of the emperor's lips, and when it was rolled away by Xirui's tongue, it caused a shudder.
The bedroom was filled with the sweet scent of citrus. The candlelight cast their shadows on the curtains. As Xirui untied his belt, the shadows revealed the powerful lines of his shoulders and back.
The next second, Atalan's nails left red marks on his tense back muscles, like a special stamp for this black-haired beast.
"Ranta, you smell so good. Your pheromones smell so good."
Xirui buried his face deeply in the crook of Atalan's neck, his short black hair gently caressing the king's skin with his coquettish movements, like a beast retracting its claws to show weakness.
“Cerie…”
Atalan's slender fingers passed through his hair and pressed him against his shoulders with irresistible force, even his fingertips trembling slightly.
"What's wrong?"
Xirui turned her head and her lips accidentally brushed against His Majesty's long golden hair. There were a few silver strands faintly mixed in the soft hair, which sparkled in the candlelight.
He blinked, his eyelashes brushing against Atalan's collarbone, but felt the arms around him suddenly tighten.
Atalan's voice was so low that it almost melted into the night:
"...I don't want you to see the wrinkles on my face."
The king's usually upright shoulders were now slightly hunched, as if he could no longer bear the weight of time.
"And these..." Atalan subconsciously pulled the collar of his robe to cover the stiff white-gray scars below his collarbone.
"The marks of petrification are too unsightly. I don't want you to see them."
"How could that be?"
Xirui suddenly struggled and held Atalan's face in his hands while Atalan looked at him in panic.
They didn't turn on the lights, so the light was bright now, but it was blocked a little by the bed curtains, making it dim.
The male insect's thumb stroked the fine lines at the corners of the king's eyes, then traced along the lines of those scars, and finally pressed his lips against His Majesty Atalan's trembling eyelids.
"This records my majesty's diligence in reviewing documents."
His kisses fell on the wrinkles,
"These are the medals you've been waiting for me."
Warm fingertips touch those scars,
"And here—"
Xirui suddenly pinned Atalan down completely, shocking the king so much that he could only hug him tightly. "This is Lanta's treasure that belongs only to me."
“Cerie...”
His Majesty Attalan's drooping eyelashes cast a trembling shadow in the candlelight, and the king's golden hair spread on the pillow, entangled with his fingertips.
He subconsciously clenched the bed sheet, his knuckles turning white, as if this could help him catch the passing time.
"Now, I should be more than twenty years older than you," he said in a voice so soft that it was almost inaudible. "Age is something that cannot be suppressed."
After a pause, Xirui's fingertips stroked his cheek. Under his fingertips were fine lines left by the years, and his cheek was no longer as smooth and firm as when he was young.
Atalan tilted his head slightly to avoid his touch and whispered:
"You can see the signs of my aging and my withering appearance."
“And this is just the beginning.”
The king's voice trembled slightly, like the last falling leaf in winter.
"Cerie, the gap between you and me will only become more and more obvious from now on."
Xirui didn't answer, but leaned over and kissed the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, gently tracing the marks of time with the tip of his tongue, as gently as if he was treating the most precious treasure.
"My dear sire,"
The black-haired male insect pressed against Atalan's forehead, his dark eyes reflecting the king's still charming face.
"When you age ten years, I will also age ten years."
He took Atalan's hand and placed it over his heart, feeling the steady beating there.
"I love you at 20, I love you at 40, and I will love you at 60, 80."
Xirui's kiss fell on Atalan's lips, as light as a sigh, but as heavy as a vow -
"I have always loved you and will always love you until death do us part."
The golden irises swayed gently in the cool evening breeze.
Fine night dew condensed on the edges of the petals, weighing heavily on the delicate petals, forcing the gilded flowers to droop slightly, like reserved aristocrats willingly surrendering.
A faint fragrance floated in the air, and the almost imperceptible aroma entwined the night mist. The airflow caused by it made the entire iris tremble, shaking off more crystal dew.
They rolled down like a silent rain of tears.
The dewy iris is breathtakingly beautiful.
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