Original God, looking for the heart

"Ah San, how about we get rid of this bottle of wine together in the evening?"

"Okay. I'll let my servants prepare." After saying that, the soldier stood up, took the paper, walked to Mo Bei and pinched his face.

Mo Bei looked dumbfounded. He didn't know what the skirmishers were going to do. But, so close. So close that you can even feel the other person's breathing. Pupils dilated, this was the first time in a long time that he looked at each other up close.

"There are grains of rice in the corner of my mouth." The paper towel wiped it lightly, leaving Mo Bei alone in a daze.

"Eh??" Mo Bei blinked a few times obediently and dumbly before touching the corner of his mouth. He didn't know why his brain seemed to shut down whenever skirmishers approached. Are you really going to become stupid?

Olivia on the side was ecstatic.

Mo Bei felt his face was hot. When he picked up the dishes and was about to take them to the kitchen, he was stopped by a skirmisher: "Just put them on the table. They have the skills." If things like clearing the dishes would be reduced to the level of If your own children are here to do it, what's the use of these servants? Keep it for show?

——Afternoon——

Skirmishers still need to correct documents. Or modify the file. Just need to finish the last few batches and he can get out of here. These documents are also a good way to ensure that those idiots can't find any trace.

His purple eyes were deep and unpredictable. He only had two steps left before he could reach the throne of God.

"Baalzebul, I will let you know how foolish your previous choices were - just like the "eternity" you pursued. "

In the study room, the air pressure was extremely low. Even standing at the door can feel the oppression. However, the atmosphere here in Mobei is much more relaxed. He "encountered" Olivia again.

"You're okay, thank God."

Mo Bei was stunned for a moment, then remembered that Olivia was probably talking about the night when he played the flute. "Ah, don't worry, Mr. Skirmisher is very kind to me. Although there were some misunderstandings that night, they were resolved."

"My lord is indeed very kind to you."

It's just for you.

But now it seems that Mo Bei doesn't appreciate it. Is it really a piece of wood? Isn’t the adult’s preference obvious enough? !

"Ahem...Mo Bei, what kind of feelings do you have towards adults now?"

emotion. This seems like a long-ago word. From the time he woke up to now, he didn't seem to have changed much. He responded to everything based on "common sense." Just like Zheping. Sora's reaction was fierce, he was really angry because of someone's misfortune.

But what about yourself? It was obviously a very excessive thing, but my mood was as calm as dead water. At most, he just sighed for Zheping. Like a judge, ruthlessly unfolding events and judging them through reason.

What about skirmishers? Mo Bei was sure that he had emotions. When they met, he felt hesitant; when making desserts, he felt anticipation; when he saw the stragglers getting angry, he felt wronged and blamed himself... Everything revolved around his only family. Even when they met for the first time in Mondstadt, that strange eagerness to embrace came from within. In a real sense, emotion.

"...I, I don't know." Mo Bei clearly remembered his relationship with the soldiers - family. But his current emotions seem to go beyond simply staying with "family". Who would blush and feel their heart beat when in contact with family members?

Mo Bei lowered his head. Is he going to mess this up.

"Maybe...you like adults? Just like I said last time."

Mo Bei was unusually calm: "Olivia, the soldiers and I are 'family'." This is what we agreed on a hundred years ago. I think, with this status, I am not qualified to talk about "like". "

Then, he told Olivia all about his experiences with Qin Qi Zhi when he was a child.

"Maybe this is not a reason." Olivia helped Mo Bei straighten his clothes. "You see, that is your experience, it is unique. And the adult you are talking about is something we have never heard of."

"Maybe it's not just because of family members. Just like - I have heard many stories of family members turning against each other. Adults will only choose to indulge you if they have a good impression of you. You see, we all know that sweets are taboo for adults, but he will eat them The snacks you made by yourself. If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid it would have been incomplete."

"What? No, I have to persuade him." As if he only heard the last sentence, Mo Bei turned around and left.

Olivia blocked the way: "Actually, in the past few days since you came here, my lord, he has gotten much better. Maybe as long as you can stay with him, it will be enough. And -"

Olivia believes that the most important sentence is: "'Partner', it is originally 'family'." "

It seems...this reason cannot be established anymore. Is there any excuse left?

In the short term, it really cannot.

Maybe, he could try. I just hope that the skirmishers will not be disgusted with this kind of degenerated emotion.

Take a deep breath. Just like how a young man should look, Mo Bei's smile was natural and brilliant. "Olivia, thank you! Maybe, I should try it."

"Congratulations!" Olivia took out a piece of cake. "I originally planned to use it to celebrate after you finish playing the flute. Now it seems that there is something more worthy of cheering. Sea salt cake, this is a recent trend. It is said that, It’s a bit salty.”

--night--

The moon is clear but not cold. Mo Bei moved out a low table and placed it on the grass outside the camp, near a tree and with a view of the coast. With sake on the table, the atmosphere is perfect for a few drinks.

The two sat on the floor and poured a full glass of sake. Nature sent waves and sea breezes to celebrate the two. The sound of clinking glasses was clear. The wind carries the sounds far away, but the waves push them back. In the end, this sound can only echo in the starry sky until night embraces them in its arms.

Mo Bei was holding a wine glass, and the moon was reflected in the glass. I'm so happy today. I feel dizzy and my feet feel like they are stepping on clouds. No wonder they all celebrate with wine. My heart felt itchy, and my stomach felt like there was fire. The characteristic of being clumsy was highlighted under the influence of alcohol. There were obviously many things he wanted to say, but in the end he could only say "cheers".

The skirmishers realized that Mo Bei might be drunk. Although he didn't drink much, he looked more funny than usual.

Out of worry, the soldier sat down next to Mo Bei with a wine glass in hand. Mo Bei was also rarely bold. He leaned on the shoulder of the soldier and said that he wanted to eat the cake in the refrigerator.

The young man's body was a bit thin, so the skirmisher could easily pull him into his arms by moving his arms. He covered Mo Bei's ears.

A bolt of lightning struck in front of the camp, and someone immediately came out to respond.

"What are your orders, sir?" The guard waited for instructions.

"Bring the cake from the refrigerator and the blanket from the bed." Looking at Mo Bei's dazed look, the soldier added, "Make another pot of hangover soup."

This was not a guard's job, but when he thought of the skirmishers' eyes that looked like they could skin people alive, all doubts were swallowed up.

After a while, cakes and blankets were delivered. The hangover soup will have to wait a while.

The nights are cold after all, and humans can easily get sick. Therefore, we need to take more careful care of it. The skirmisher put a blanket on Mo Bei.

The boy's smell was already light and elegant, and because he had taken Qingxin Juice, it also had a faint medicinal smell. The alcohol in the cherry blossom brew offsets the flavor of the herbs, and more is the smell of the cherry blossoms themselves. The closer you are, the stronger the fragrance becomes.

The body under the influence of alcohol is hot and dry. Mo Bei already felt uncomfortable in the arms of the stragglers, but it became even more uncomfortable when he was covered with this blanket. Without hesitation he tore the blanket off and tossed it aside. After seeing clearly that he was in the arms of the soldier, he reached out to touch the soldier's face.

A few unclear words: "Qingqi...San...Love...Like~"

Halfway through his hand, the skirmisher who wanted to pick up the blanket paused. What is Mo Bei talking about? like? Is this something you can say to just anyone? Who led him astray this time!

However, the skirmisher felt strange, even his empty chest felt itchy. Was he confessed? Or is it a child that you have raised for a while? It was outrageous, but to be honest, he didn't hate it.

Mo Bei looked at the cake on the table and wanted to eat it.

The skirmishers had bad intentions. Since it's just drunken nonsense, it's not too much to tease him. He was the first to bring the cake: "Want to eat?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Why don't you express your "like"? "

"Eh?" Mo Bei blinked. He staggered up from the arms of the skirmisher and threw his arms around the other man's neck.

He kissed the other person's face.

There was a soft touch on one side of his cheek, and Mo Bei sucked it in unconsciously, leaving a small red spot.

"Is this okay?"

The skirmisher no longer planned to play tricks, and handed the cake to Mo Bei.

After all, the actions just now have gone all the way. The only place you want to kiss is your mouth. Thinking of this, Skirmisher even wondered if he had drunk too much. But the dolls are not affected by alcohol at all.

Before he had time to think, Mo Bei handed the skirmisher another spoonful of cake. "It's delicious, share it." In this state, Mo Bei seemed to be particularly "young". The skirmisher pushed his hair behind his ears and ate the cake.

In response, he reached out and touched Mo Bei's head. Mo Bei looked particularly enjoying himself.

Just like when I was a kid.

The straggler recalled the word "like" and wondered whether it was Mo Bei's drunken nonsense or a sincere confession.

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