Although autumn hunting was fun, the ceremony before it began was cumbersome and boring. Before a while had passed, Victor covered half of his face with his sleeve and yawned secretly.
After yawning, he pretended to be nothing, glanced at Henry who was standing next to him, and took advantage of the person next to him to carefully poke the back of his hand, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, are you still angry?"
Henry glared at him secretly, turned his palm, and held his restless hand, "When will you be able to behave yourself?"
He found that he had become more and more lawless recently, and his royal brother had lost all his authority. It seemed that he should not be spoiled too much.
Victor smiled, shook his hand, and said coquettishly, "Brother, when will it be over? It's so windy here."
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