"That, I can sit by myself."

49: He wants to let go of his own meaning, Harman reminded.

49 He didn't force Harman to sit on his lap and put Harman down the chair beside him.

Haman's face was slightly red with a slow beat. He looked up at 49 and thought to himself, do people in H countries like physical contact so much?

The 49 who was seen did not explain, but touched Harman's ponytail and said, "It is inconvenient to eat a high ponytail. Should you put it down?"

“It seems a bit inconvenient.”

Haman said that, he was about to raise his hand to untie, but 49 was one step faster, helping Haman untie his hair and tied a low ponytail to Haman.

"Thanks!"

Haman blushed inexplicably.

49 A smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he reached out to touch Haman's scorching face, and couldn't let go of it.

Haman subconsciously held his breath and his heart beat faster inexplicably.

I...Is there something wrong with my heart?

Haman silly lowered his chest, after all, he felt a little helpless when he felt this way for the first time.

Seeing that Harman's movement 49 had a clear curve in the corner of his mouth, he leaned against the chair and folded his legs and reached out to touch Harman's earrings, and then he made another move, just like playing.

He really likes this earring.

Harman murmured, meeting 49's sight.

49 lowered his head with a strong smile and kissed Haman.

At this time, the door of the private room suddenly rang, and the waiter serving the food came in, rows of people.

Haman immediately covered his mouth and lowered his head, his cheeks getting hot.

49 didn't say anything, nor was he angry and was disturbed by the waiter. Instead, he slightly blocked Haman and prevented the waiter from seeing Haman's blushing and shy appearance.

"The dishes you ordered have been served. I wish you a happy meal."

The waiter nodded respectfully, stepped back and left the private room, and brought it to the door with slight hands.

The waiter left Haman breathed a sigh of relief, but he touched his lips stupidly.

He didn't know how many times 49 had kissed him, and he felt different every time.

Is it because the location is different?

Haman asked himself this.

“The food here is good.”

49 picked up a piece of fat, tender and juicy meat, and held it under a small sauce dish to prevent it from dripping from Haman's clothes and handing it to Haman's mouth.

Haman was at a loss, but he opened his mouth and took the meat, covered his mouth and chewed it.

It is fat but not greasy and melts in your mouth, which makes Haman feel fresh.

After all, they all eat a lot of steak, but they don’t have this taste.

Seeing that Haman liked it, 49 gave Haman chopsticks.

Haman nodded and took it, and started moving himself, looking like he had a good appetite.

49 looked at him with a smile, picking up food for Haman from time to time.

After eating for about an hour, they both finished their fill. After 49, they ordered a bottle of red wine and gave Haman some.

Haman could accept the red wine, but he didn't have much alcohol, but he only dared to take a few sips.

Seeing that it was almost eleven o'clock, I paid the bill and took Haman to leave the restaurant with him.

Haman in the co-pilot blew the cool night breeze, quietly looking at the bustling streets along the road, everything felt fresh.

“Where is this?”

Seeing 49 stopping in a strange high-end community, Haman asked in confusion.

"My home."

49 said with a laugh.

Haman was a little confused and then hurriedly said, "I want to go back to Your Highness."

"I will send you back tomorrow morning, so he will stay at Shen's house for one night."

49 said that, he picked up Haman and walked towards the lobby, entered the password and entered the gate, and then took the elevator to the 20th floor.

When Harman realized it, 49 had already unlocked his fingerprint and entered the house, and he hugged him into the hall.

The 49 houses are large and there are duplex buildings. The hall has four or five meters long floor-to-ceiling windows, and the night view downstairs is in sight.

There is nothing extra except for simple furniture in the house, and the decoration style is simple black and gray, just like his owner.

49 put Haman on the sofa, then walked to the dining room and took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator, came back and handed it to Haman.

"Thanks!"

Haman took it, unscrewed and took a sip.

He put down the water and looked around, murmuring in his heart, so neat.

"No small nightgown, you can wear my shirt first."

49 came out of the room and gave a black shirt to Haman.

“At the end of the walkway is the bathroom.”

49 pointed to the corridor and said.

"OK, thanks!"

Haman followed 49's arrangement and got up and went to take a shower.

After half an hour, Haman took a shower and left the hall 49 was already sitting on the sofa watching TV, and took a shower and changed into a bathrobe.

Hearing the footsteps, 49 looked up at the entrance of the corridor, and Haman, wearing his wide black shirt, immediately caught his eye, just passing by his thigh position.

Haman was a little at a loss and tightened his shirt tightly, looking extremely uncomfortable.

49, but I think it looks very good. I put my hair down and I wear my boyfriend's clothes. I look beautiful no matter how I look at it.

49 curled his lips and patted his place beside him, letting Haman come over.

Haman was very hesitant, but after a while he still walked towards the 49 on the sofa.

He was about to sit down on the sofa, but 49 suddenly put him on his lap.
Chapter completed!