"Your Highness is bullying Lord Hamor again."

On the tree outside the villa, the sniper looked at Hamol's room through the scope of his weapon, sighed, chewed gum lazily, and blew bubbles.

The person on the side slapped him on the back of the head and scolded him, "You kid still eats chewing gum because you're afraid that others won't know where we are, right?"

"What does it matter? There are no enemies."

The man continued to blow bubbles and glanced nervously at Hamel's room, wanting to see the scene with a wicked smile.

But suddenly he was so frightened that he quickly put away his weapon and leaned against the tree. Saiman glared at him with murderous intent.

If I go, can anyone see me this late at night?

The man patted his chest and was frightened at the sight.

Hamol in the room, he saw Saiman twisting his eyes and looking out the window and knew that the sniper was on the other side.

Instead of blushing and being shy, he pointed his chin at the window and asked Saiman to close the curtains.

A smile appeared on Saiman's lips, and he stretched out his hand to pull up the curtains.

He lowered his head and looked back at Hamol, smiling broadly, "Do you want to try with me to see if we can have a baby?"

"Your Highness, do you think I am a child who is easy to fool?"

Just say you want to eat, what a lame excuse.

Hamor cursed in his mind, having already seen through Saiman's intentions.

Saiman did not deny it, lowered his head and kissed Hamor on the lips, with a smile on his face.

Hamor didn't refuse, but he looked a little angry.

Saiman obediently let go of Hamor's hands on top of his head and stopped holding them.

With a smile on his face, he lowered his head and kissed Hamor again, and then another, it was very sweet.

Hamor still said nothing, moved his painful wrist, and rolled his eyes at Saiman.

In fact, Hamor doesn't hate Saiman being like this, and he also understands that he can manipulate Saiman at any time and let Saiman surround him if he wants.

The reason why he didn't do that was that firstly, if he went too far, he would seek death, and secondly, he also liked Saiman's occasional gangster behavior.

"Let me see."

When Saiman saw Hamol moving his wrist, he was worried that Hamol was injured and wanted to check him out.

Hamor didn't show his hand to Saiman, but fixed his eyes on Saiman's lips.

Saiman raised his eyebrows in interest. This was the first time that Hamor looked at him like this.

It didn't look like he was angry, Saiman muttered in his heart.

After muttering, Hamor suddenly raised his head and kissed him. His eyes suddenly darkened, and his frown was full of warning, "I won't joke with you at this time."

How could Hamol not know what he meant? He put away his usual inconsistency, took the initiative to hug Saiman's neck, and kissed him again.

Having decided to spend the rest of his life, Hamol had nothing to hold back. Anyway, his heart and body had already belonged to Saiman.

The sudden feeding made Saiman so excited that he wanted to curse. He immediately blocked Hamor's lips and took the initiative.

Oss, who was outside the station, yawned and glanced sideways at the door of Hammer's room.

Don't you even sleep?

Ost complained, leaning against the wall and lighting a cigarette.

The subordinate standing nearby ignored the voice inside and said awkwardly, "Brother Oskar, it's very late. You should go and rest! I'll just keep watch for the rest of the night."

The subordinates felt that it was not as shameful as being alone. Standing next to him was Oslo, who wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. This atmosphere was simply more terrifying than death in the company.

"No need."

Exhaling smoke and looking at Oshui from the opposite window, he didn't want to leave. After all, he was used to standing guard at night in case of any emergencies.

The subordinate was embarrassed. He suddenly remembered something, and he immediately told Os, "Mr. Rank just happened to go back to rest from patrol, and he probably just returned to his room."

When Ossie heard his wife's name, he stopped smoking and raised his eyebrows and asked his subordinate, "He asked you to tell me?"

The men were confused and didn't understand why Os asked.

"I was slapped just the day before yesterday. I thought I was still angry, so now I have someone give me a message." Ao Si said with a rich smile on his face.

"Then you stand!"

Oskar walked away, feeling much better.

"It's not Brother Oskar. Did you misunderstand something?"

His subordinates shouted urgently behind him, but Os had already gone downstairs and disappeared.

"This... nothing will happen!"

The subordinate's conscience was disturbed. He didn't want to harm Rank! He just wanted to take Ost away.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rank. If you really don't like our brother Oskar, just give him a kick and slap him again and drive him out."

The subordinates clasped their hands together and prayed that Ranke could beat Os, so that nothing bad would happen.

Now all the subordinates know that Aos is pursuing Rank. Anyone with a discerning eye can also see that Rank has no interest in Aos and wants to kill Aos every day. However, Aos has obviously regarded Rank as his wife, which has confused his subordinates.

Privately, they all scolded Ao Si for being thick-skinned and shameless, for teasing good-natured men and women before he even had a hint of his horoscope.

Ossie came to the door of Rank's room on the first floor. He wanted to knock on the door but gave up. He turned the door handle and entered the room.

The room was bright and bright, and there was the sound of water running in the bathroom. Rank must have been taking a shower.

Aos thought for a while and then turned around and left the room, planning to come back later.
Chapter completed!