Tutankhamun subconsciously lowered the sound of his footsteps, his weight was not sinking, and after his steps slowed down, he barely made any sound of progress.Perhaps because his actions at this time were not legitimate, Tutankhamun's emotions became more and more tense, but under this increasingly tense atmosphere, Tutankhamun had a secret tingling/excitement in his heart that should not be there.It was the excitement of peeking into some other secret, as if something bad was being done.The closer Tutankhamun got to the door, the faster his heart beat and the redness at the base of his ear began to spread throughout his ear.It wasn't until he reached the center of the Holy Ship that Tutankhamun stopped.Tutankhamun did not knock on the closed door, but stood quietly at the door.Due to the proximity of the distance, Nefertiti's voice from the room has gone from being inaudible at the beginning to barely clear now.Tutankhamun couldn't describe what kind of voice it was, low and slow, with forbearance and restraint, he only felt that it was itchy and itchy after listening to it, as if a small feather was fluttering lightly from his throat and slowly falling on his heart.It made him feel his throat tighten, and the tip of his heart trembled slightly.His cheeks began to warm up slowly, and Tutankhamun subconsciously raised his hand to touch his cheek, and after touching it, he violently withdrew it because of the burning of his cheeks.At this time, he heard his father's voice, low and gentle that he had never heard before, with a kind of hoarse and magnetic "sex" full of affection, "Nefertiti, I love." ”Tutankhamun listened to this voice, and the appearance of Nefertiti unconsciously appeared in his mind, he was a little curious, how Nefertiti would respond, and a little strange, at this moment, his father was loving Nefertiti, and his face was still as cold and indifferent as when he talked to him today.It must be different, right......
Tutankhamun thought to himself.He tried to piece together what Nefertiti would look like in his mind, but found that he knew too little about Nefertiti and had too little contact with it, and he couldn't imagine that kind of picture at all.The moonlight of the night shone on Tutankhamun's face, adding a hazy halo to his delicate features, and he pursed his lips for a few seconds before moving again.Tutankhamun walked to the window, not far from the door, and stood at the window, his back straight, his neck just up to the lower edge of the window.And this window is just diagonally facing the bed in the room.But it's not completely unobstructed.Within this diagonal line, the window and the bed are separated by a hollow wooden fence carved with lotus flowers, resembling a screen.Because of this angle, Tutankhamun only needs to raise his chin slightly to reach the direction of the room.Tutankhamun was nervous and knew it was wrong, but in a very complex and subtle mind, he did not retreat at this juncture, but raised his eyelids and looked in through the half-hidden window.Two candles are lit in the room, and the aromatic wax made of lotus flowers slowly melts in the air, and the elegant fragrance wafting into a very unique ambiguous/ambiguous environment with the beautiful atmosphere of the room.Half-shielded by the carved wooden railings, he looked at Tutankhamun in the room, and his father, Ekhnaton, was constantly moving on his muscular waist.The bright moonlight and the candlelight in the room fused together to shine on his father, dyeing his body as brave and vigorous as a cheetah with a luster like beeswax.Tutankhamun had never been like a father, his eyes focused and full of affectionate admiration, and his eyes looked straight at the person below him, as if this person were his whole world.There was a softening warmth in his father's eyes, but he was a brave man who was completely different from his eyes.Fine sweat ran down his father's forehead, then rolled down the bridge of his father's straight nose and fell on Nefertiti's face below.Tutankhamun's gaze also moved with the sweat, and after reaching Nefertiti, his whole body seemed to be hit by something, his head was swollen and buzzing, and his heart seemed to have been pricked by a small needle.A hot feeling surged from Tutankhamun's neck up to his cheeks.For a moment, the scorching heat made Tutankhamun himself roasted on a blazing fire.With Nefertiti's flawless side face, Tutankhamun's gaze rested straight at the end of his slightly reddened eyes.The reddened eyes were soaked in a tear of "sex" because of the Ekhnaton above, and the moist and translucent tears revealed a pitiful delicacy in the dim light of the room.The tear mole under the eye is extremely charming, and the combination of the seductive beauty and the moist eyelashes on the tail of the eye adds a kind of beauty that makes people want to be brutally abused.Tutankhamun swallowed his throat unconsciously, he was nervous now, his heart beating as if it was about to explode.Tutankhamun did not understand what this sentiment was.At this moment, he only felt that Nefertiti in his sight was very much, to the point where he had faded away from his usual loftiness, to the point where people wanted to get close to him, touch him, and then gently kiss his eyes with his lips, kissing the charming tear mole under his eyes.As the thought came to mind, Tutankhamun's hand at his side trembled slightly, and he raised his arm and put his palm against Nefertiti in the room, and then slowly closed his five fingers in a gesture of false grip.There are few who are still in the growth period, and the palm is still very thin, although the five fingers are slender, but they are far from being as wide as they will be in the future.At this moment, his hand was held in the air, as if the distance between him and Nefertiti had become shorter at this moment, as if he wanted to grasp Nefertiti's whole person in the palm of his hand.But Tutankhamun is well aware that he is far from Nefertiti.When he was chosen like this, he didn't enter Nefertiti's eyes at all.There was a sound coming from inside the room.Tutankhamun raised his hand, his fingertips slightly downward, a room away, at a staggered angle, his fingers traced the tear mole under Nefertiti's eye all the way to Nefertiti's chin.Further down, Nefertiti's neck is slender and slender, and even the Adam's apple that is slightly raised because of the upward tilt of the neck reveals a delicate beauty.Tutankhamun's complexion was already relatively white among the Egyptians, but Nefertiti's skin was truly fair and flawless, like a piece of natural jade.Tutankhamun's hand continued to fall, but the picture below his neck was just blocked by a wooden fence carved with lotus flowers.In this blind spot, Tutankhamun's gaze did not move any further, he lifted his eyelids, and instead followed his father's Ekhnerton's arm all the way to the place where his hands were clamped.It was a pair of very delicate feet, with beautiful fingertips, pink and round nails, and an unusually fair and delicate complexion, indicating that the owner of the feet was Nefertiti.He reached his father's big hand on Nefertiti's ankle, and the contrast between the black wheat and the white was very strong.It seemed that from the exuberant force and sprint, the back of his father's hand burst with inconspicuous green tendons, and then quickly, he moved to his father's wrist.Immediately after, a pair of calves that were so beautiful that they didn't have any fat appeared in Tutankhamun's sight.It was his father, who moved with his hand that was clamping Nefertiti's ankle, so that Nefertiti's heel was pressed against his back to his waist.Tutankhamun's face was already hot, although he couldn't get to anything specific from this angle, but even so, for Tutankhamun now, it was enough to make him hot-headed and nervous.Tutankhamun hated the feeling.But he could have turned around immediately, but he didn't want to move.He still stubbornly stood at the window, stubbornly keeping his eyes on the room.
[Red, Tutankhamun is still there.] ]The unique mechanical voice of the weak chicken system sounded in Fu Zhenhong's mind.
[Hmm...]
Fu Zhenhong replied, more importantly, focusing on Ekhnerton's body.At the age of eight, the former Amenhot/Pw IV changed not only his name, but also his means and ideas.His "sex" personality is still fierce, but in addition to being full of attacking "sex", there is an invisible restraint and strength that slowly "reveals".Maybe it's because of the past eight years, Ekhnaton can only occasionally pay Zhenhong in the Aten Temple a few times, so Ekhnerton, who is close to Fu Zhenhong again after a while, shows his eagerness to melt Fu Zhenhong's whole person into his bones.Fu Zhen blushed Ekhnaton's handsome eyebrows and eyes that were wet with sweat, his wet black sideburns stuck to his sides, and his low breathing appearance was "sexy" and dazzling.Ekhnaton was a pharaoh, the son of the sun god.He is also like the eagle in the crown, full of aggression and "sex", full of impact "sex" that hits people's hearts.His eyes were full of Fu Zhenhong's face, and the "color" in his eyes was like the water of life of the Nile River shining under the vast starry sky.And the light that shines on this water is Fu Zhenhong.It is just like the meaning of the name Nefertiti, the beautiful person of this world.“...
Nefertiti...""
Nefertiti..."
Ekhnaton tirelessly recited Fu Zhenhong's name in this world, and every time he pronounced it, it was a powerful confession of the Lord.Fu Zhenhong felt Ekhnerton's fiery emotion, and he didn't respond to Ekhnerton's whispering in his ear, he just raised his hand and stroked the wet black hair that covered Ekhnerton's eyes.Even if Fu Zhenhong didn't say anything, Ekhnaton loved him like this.He knew that at this moment, his full affection was deeply felt by Nefertiti.Nefertiti accepted him, and Ekhnaton grabbed Nefertiti's hand, then tilted his head slightly and kissed the back of Nefertiti's smooth hand.“...
The Nile under the night is windy, cloudy, and stargazing, and on this holy ship, the light of my God Aten embraces my beloved..."