black queen hypothesis

However, the next few days were uneventful.Or, at least on the surface.

There is no entrustment for the time being, and Vilas just sits on the balcony on the second floor and reads a book every day.The underground collection of the presidential residence is amazing, and it is estimated that he will not be able to read it all in ten lifetimes.

As a result, a lot of candid photos of a cup of coffee and a stack of books in hand leaked out, and media public opinion began to add words such as "hard to put down the book" and "study and practice hard" to his already long attributives, commonly known as "The appearance is not enough to make up for the connotation."

A group of high-ranking officials were so distressed that they wanted to secretly inform the President's Office so that they could speak to stop the media's endless nonsense.Among them, Bacall reacted the most—what if Quinn gets pissed off?Is that A-level spiritual connection a joke?

But he could only think about it, because that's what Silvio wanted to see.

"Everything is in place." Union reported this at a new temporary meeting, and his face returned to his usual composure.

Heathcote's nod was equally short and emphatic. "We are speeding up the investigation of the star fields around Capiter, and we will never miss any possible hiding places!"

Silvio was very satisfied with this. "Any new information, Bacall?"

"After investigation, there are no more than five people that Smitz can bring into Capitol, including himself." The person who was named looked around, a little ashamed, "But they should have something like a shield with them. , cannot be accurately positioned.”

"It doesn't matter," Silvio nodded, "If he comes, he won't be willing to come in vain."

Something must have happened... A few people looked at me and I looked at you, and then nodded one by one, the atmosphere was serious.

"Heathcote, you have full authority to deal with suborbital and other matters. Union, the ground security must be comprehensive, and the civilians must not be affected. Bacall, continue to lay the net and search for traces of Smits." Silvio said in one breath. , "Keep A-level wartime vigilance until the pirates are dealt with."

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

After the meeting was over, Silvio dealt with some other matters before returning to the presidential mansion accompanied by his guards.Before entering the door, he was still thinking about possible variables in the plan, but as soon as he entered the door, he couldn't help smiling——

"Do you want to eat supper?" Vilas asked him, his expression and tone were narrow, and there was a table full of skewers in front of him. "It's trending recently!"

Just from the spicy smell in the air, Sylvio can tell that these foods are definitely not suitable for him - the normal taste of ordinary people is already a great stimulus to the sentinel, let alone heavy taste. "Thank you, but no," he said, walking over, "you can eat."

Villars rolled his eyes.Although he felt that Silvio should be able to eat a little after raising the sensory barrier, but the other party was obviously a self-disciplined sentry, and it was a waste of saliva to persuade him in this regard.So he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Aren't you stopping me now?"

This alludes to the last reception, and Sylvio's eyes flickered slightly, because he immediately recalled the slightly drunken pine aroma.It seduces him almost as deadly as the poppy, and he doesn't want to be discovered by another person just yet. "That's outside." He explained solemnly.

Hearing this, the smile on the corners of Vilas' lips grew thicker.He slowly ate a bunch of cumin beef before he asked, "You mean I can drink whatever I want at home, don't you?"

The sentence "I'm at home" made Silvio's heart beat faster involuntarily.But he immediately realized that Vilas had never actively used such an ambiguous reference before——

What happened in my absence?He asked with a mental connection.

There was an immediate response on the other side—tsk, it's boring, I thought I could lie to you for a while.

Silvio's eyes followed Vilas's movement of picking up another skewer of beef.Did you see that yin-yang butterfly again?Where?

At the end of the street, just outside your security network, Vilas came slowly back.And I finally know what smell you were talking about last time—seriously, I really shouldn’t fail to recognize that strong rose scent, right?

That's because you were in a full inhibitor state when you were in Pitatus, and Silvio followed right away.So what did Smits do today?

Vilas took a bite of the beef, drank another sip of clear beer, and then raised his eyes to meet Silvio's gaze - the butterfly was close enough for me to smell its scent again, but I didn't see it in the mental image Smits; and theoretically speaking, it is impossible for any sentinel to control the spiritual guide from a distance beyond the spiritual reach of the guide, so...

So Smitz is lurking nearby!

Silvio immediately came to the latter conclusion.Again and again, he is doubting our relationship!

Vilas smiled and toasted.Our recent actions are likely to fall into the eyes of others, or the ears of... you know what I mean?

Of course Silvio understood, and he knew it so well that he couldn't understand it any more.Like now, for example, he knows it's time for him to speak: silence for too long is easy to be found. "I mean," his eyes rested on Vilas's lips, and then he slid undisguisedly along the neck into the half-open neckline, "I'm at home, you can drink whatever you want."

Noticing the other person's gaze, Vilas's smile grew wider.He stood up, shaking the ice cubes in the beer glass, his voice was so sweet that it almost dripped honey. "Dear Silvio, are you hinting at something?"

This sudden stimulation was so strong that Silvio paused for a moment before answering. "Come here, Vilas." He found his voice dropping uncontrollably from some immediate, unspeakable impulse within him. "I will tell you."

Vilas pursed his lips and walked over unhurriedly.Then he leaned down|, pressed one hand on the back of the chair, and laughed in a low voice: "How are you going to tell me?"

For a moment, Silvio only felt that it was difficult for him to breathe.Vilas's already loose shirt neckline is wide open under the action of gravity. From his angle, the beautiful and deep collarbone recess, thin and strong chest and abdomen, and smooth and attractive muscle lines can be seen at a glance.

Just as he sinks into a growing premonition of crime, he hears Vilas' voice in his head—is there anything special nearby?

Silvio raised his head halfway, looking straight into those shockingly blue eyes.No—he answered, trying to maintain the composure that a Dark Sentinel should have—Smitz might be maintaining a synesthesia silence.

Consistently cunning, said Vilas.But on his mouth, what he said was: "Why don't you speak?"

The eyes of the two met and intertwined at a very close distance.The pheromone spread spontaneously, and soon diffused into an invisible mist full of body tension, enveloping them all.

Vilas saw the pair of dark eyes become deep again, and then a hand wrapped around his waist, pressing him down hard; just before he sat on the opponent's legs, a sharp pain came from the Adam's apple It came—he was bitten off guard—

Vilas jerked his head back and let out a short gasp. "Sivio!" he cried, with a mixture of reproach and pleasure.

The smell of blood added to the already complicated air.Silvio let go of his mouth, and licked the overflowing bright red liquid little by little, as if he wasn't the one who just bit the skin.

From the perspective of Vilas, the tingling sensation cannot be ignored, but the slightly rough feeling of the tongue sliding over it, the cold skin due to moisture, and the numbness caused by the mixture of saliva and wound pheromones are more obvious.While suppressing the urge to groan, he asked angrily in his heart——what are you doing?

Silvio still concentrated on dealing with the new wound with his lips and tongue.I need a little neutralizer...if you don't want something irreparable to happen.

Irreversible thing?

Vilas shuddered slightly.Of course he knew what Silvio was referring to: as soon as he sat down, he touched a thing that was about to move under his buttocks; when he subconsciously called out the other person's name, its presence became even more irresistible——

I am now sure that you lack self-control training; taking advantage of the extremely narrow range of pheromone matching is lazy, isn't it?

This is absolutely sarcasm.Silvio paused his movements, raised his head, and rubbed the tips of their noses slightly, an extremely intimate movement—why, the outstanding graduate who successfully deceived the White Tower of the Federation plans to teach his experience on the spot?

He felt a hand run up his back to the back of his head, but Vilas didn't move.I don't see the sincerity of your learning - he said bluntly.

Silvio laughed suddenly, with a low voice.sincerity?

The chest vibrated, leading Vilas to hear the uncontrollable rapid breathing and the drum-beating heartbeat, which came from the two of them unscientifically.He tried his best to ignore the physical reaction and continued to mock - yes, sincerity; with your poor kissing skills, I really can't see...

Before Vilas could finish speaking, Silvio pressed the other person's head to him forcefully, and at the same time turned his head to seal the mouth that was close at hand.Licking, sucking, and biting, all of them have the aura of never giving up until they achieve their goals.

Under such a fierce attack, Vilas' lips quickly went numb, and he couldn't help being a little startled.He seemed to really annoy Silvio...?And at this moment, he heard——

"Close your eyes and open your mouth," Sylvio called him in a voice that could make everyone's backs go limp—because it was mixed with temptation, desire, and deeper feelings, "Dear Vera S."