Alternative Rival

With all the evidence in front of him, Bo Jue was going to pretend to be confused, "Ah? Explain what?"

Zhao Qingge was happy to play with her, and shook the card: "Explain where the lip marks on it come from?"

Bo Jue stared at it for a while: "Oh, you mean this." She scratched the back of her head, "Maybe I kissed too hard just now, and accidentally left lipstick marks, which can be washed off, I I'll clean it up for you later."

"wash?"

Bo Jue nodded: "Yes."

Zhao Qingge slowly added the following words: "...There is no need. Come, come here."

Bo Jue rubbed her feet on the ground for a while, and always felt that the woman looked at her not so purely, as if she was trying to give her some sweets, but as if she had come up with some way to punish her. Zhao Qingge smiled and said: "You still What are you doing there? Come here, I won't eat you again."

Bo Jue dawdled past her, sat down beside her, wrapped her claws around her neck, and rested her chin on her thin shoulder, which was only wearing a vest, blinking her eyes as if filled with spring water: "I am Think you ate me."

Her body was covered with steam from just taking a shower, her skin was a bit cool, and it was very comfortable to stick to. Zhao Qingge couldn't help but want to touch her. As soon as he raised his hand halfway, Bo Jue took the initiative to hold it, and put his face in her palm. Li, squinting and rubbing back and forth.

Zhao Qingge broke free from her, and hurriedly pulled out his hand: "Hey, hey, here we go again, I haven't finished talking yet, I'll rub it later."

Bo Jue: "..."

Being nice failed.

Zhao Qingge pinched her tender face, with eyes that saw through her: "Don't try to get away with it again."

Bo Jue pursed her lips and muttered: "I didn't do anything, I just left a mark, it can still be washed off, I will wash it for you. Do you not love me anymore? You definitely don't love me Yes, I knew that you were merciful to the criminals during your mission last time, you must have taken a fancy to him."

He said he was muttering, but he uttered the words very clearly, and Zhao Qingge didn't miss a single word.

Zhao Qingge was intrigued by her muttering, so he didn't interrupt her. Seeing this, Bo Jue acted harder: "I think back then, when I was taking a bath by the river, you stole my clothes, and you stole my clothes from now on." We are women farming and women weaving, playing the piano and singing in harmony, and we have endured many hardships along the way before we finally stay together. Unexpectedly, unexpectedly..."

Zhao Qingge suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Bo Jue dipped his index finger in some saliva, tapped the corners of both eyes, and sang, sobbing: "I never thought I could hold up the wind, the frost, and the sword, but I couldn't hold back the long stream of water. Forget it, forget it, you and I will bid farewell, and the mountains and rivers will last forever." Far away, everyone goes their own way..."

After the big play was over, Zhao Qingge said helplessly: "Okay, I have forgotten what I was going to say just now."

"It's not a big deal, it's better to forget, the night is too short, go take a shower, go take a shower." Bo Jue pushed her hard, "Go!"

Zhao Qingge was forced into the bathroom by her, and Bo Jue accidentally kissed her several times at the door of the bathroom, driving the things that Zhao Qingge couldn't think of out of his mind even further.

When the sound of the shower sounded, Bo Jue walked back with a sly smile, and threw herself onto the bed in relaxation, her back bumped against the firm hard board bed, she felt extremely happy and sad, she underestimated the hardness of the bed, the two layers of mattress were so thin It is the same as if there is no shop.

She wandered around the house a few times, opened the closet, and it was empty inside—before the luggage was packed in, Bo Juexin said: I wonder if I can add a few more layers of mattresses, or change the bed?If it's so hard, you don't need to try the sound at night to know how frustrated you are.

She immediately sent a message to Chai Lanyi, the quartermaster. Chai Lanyi's answer was: You can add a mattress, but you have to make a report and provide a valid reason, such as recuperating, and even the bed can be changed. If it is due to some unspeakable reasons If there is a reason, there is basically no hope, and you may be punished.

As soon as Zhao Qingge came out, he saw Bo Jue sitting on the bed with a sad face, sighing.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Bo Jue rushed forward, and when he was about to rush in front of her, he took off in a swift and flowing manner. Zhao Qingge hurriedly grabbed her and hugged her in his arms: "Okay, talk, what's the matter?"

Bo Jue pursed her lips and said, "The officer said that the bed can't be changed, nor can it be covered with mattresses. The bed is so hard."

They are not very pampered people, and they are thankful to have a place to sleep when performing tasks. Sleeping on the ground under the sky and in the sand are common things.Zhao Qingge didn't understand, raised his eyebrows: "So?"

"Put me on the bed with your usual strength."

Zhao Qingge gently put her on the bed.

Bo Jue said: "It's not like this, it's just the kind of force you used to pick me up suddenly and throw me on the bed when we were 'playing' at the table."

If Zhao Qingge didn't understand it again, she would be a fool. She fell back while sitting, and her shoulder hit the hard wooden board. It really hurt a little. She sat up rubbing her shoulders, and squinted at Bo Jue: "What do you mean?" Do you think about such things?"

Bo Jue said: "I call it thoughtful. You know that under normal circumstances—I mean when we are not on missions, we have to sleep in bed for six hours a day, including at least half an hour, rounded up to one. All day long, do you want to listen to this bed creaking all day?"

Zhao Qingge: "..."

Bo Jue: "Really?"

Zhao Qingge pondered: "Try it."

She stretched out her hand to pull and tug, and easily pushed Bo Jue down under her body. Her lips touched the delicate skin of her neck like snow, and the tip of her tongue licked it. Bo Jue shivered and pushed her shoulder : "I didn't say try."

However, it was too late, the teeth were grinding back and forth with a small piece of skin in their mouths, the tongue moved both ways at the right time, little by little bright red "marks" appeared on the snow-white skin wounds, Bo Jue's hands were pressed against the pillow, and the woman Interlocking her fingers, she tilted her head up and panted.

Zhao Qingge reached out and took off the last layer of cover from her body, and entered.

The bed board made a groan similar to that of being in disrepair.

Bo Jue: "..."

She hasn't moaned yet, what the hell is this bed? !Are you mature? !

Zhao Qingge smiled unkindly: "Sure enough."

Bo Jue kicked her mercilessly by hooking her lower back leg, and Zhao Qingge hurriedly said, "Wrong, wrong, be serious, be serious."

After that, she moved a little "seriously", the bed was very quiet, and she kept moving at a slow and uniform speed. Bo Jue circled the back of her neck and kissed her, and there was an unbearable emptiness in the place where she bit her finger, Bo Jue Couldn't help but lift up his waist and twist.

"Squeak—Zin——"

Zhao Qingge suppressed a smile: "Do you want to stop?"

Bo Jue didn't believe this evil, and said, "No!"

The bed became more and more joyful, as if someone had given it a massage.

Bo Jue suddenly opened his eyes, his interest was ruined, and he couldn't bear it anymore and said: "I won't do it! This bed of his soul tree must have become a spirit, and I can clearly feel when it should be called and when it shouldn't be called."

Zhao Qingge raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat from her forehead, and comforted him: "There will always be a way, no matter how bad it is, you will get used to it after a long time."

"I don't want to get used to such a weird accompaniment."

"good."

Bo Jue complained: "Half of my expectations for military life were ruined by this bed."

Zhao Qingge put his arms around her, stroked her bare back with his fingers back and forth, and said to himself: "I'm fine."

"What did you say?"

Zhao Qingge raised a smile, lowered his head and pecked at the tip of her nose: "It's nothing, I mean, as long as we can be together, nothing else...is that important. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't like it, it's just that I can express it. There are many ways to like, and a simple hug is also good."

Hearing this, Bo Jue slipped into her arms, hugged her hands and feet tightly, and asked, "Is it like this?"

"Ah."

Bo Jue then kissed her lightly on the lips, and said softly, "Is it like this?"

"Ah."

Bo Jue was greatly pleased, and at the same time felt embarrassed, looked up at her, and asked seriously: "Do you think I'm superficial? I'm superficial, chasing after appearances, blind Narcissistic, and often childish."

Zhao Qingge replied without thinking: "You are very superficial."

Bo Jue: "...I'm hurt."

Zhao Qingge smiled and said: "There's nothing wrong with being superficial, it's just showing your emotions. Besides, you're telling the truth. You look good, have a good personality, and a good figure. You like to pester me just because you like me very much. It’s just that the method is a bit monotonous, but the trick is not new, as long as it works.”

Bo Jue blinked, her eyelashes flickered, her eyes sparkled, and her lips moved.

Zhao Qingge said clearly: "I know what you are going to say. 'Why do I like you so much! I love you so much!' I'm ready, come on, dear kitten."

Bo Jue smiled and thumped her: "Why are you so superficial? Superficial and exaggerated."

"Don't you know? Superficiality is contagious."

"I don't know, I just don't know." Bo Jue kept shaking his head, and stuck out his tongue at her. Zhao Qingge gave her a pampering look, and looked at the time. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and he was slowly getting tired. come up.

Bo Jue saw that she was a little sleepy, obediently took one of her arms, put it around his neck, buried his face in her neck, and said in a daze, "I'm sleepy, I want to rest, good night."

Zhao Qingge turned off the light, and kissed her forehead in the dark: "Good night."

"Attention Thorn Special Forces!"

That is not the sound that enters the ear from the outside, is sensed and then reflected to the brain for processing, but the sound that is directly transmitted to the auditory nerve, and the implanted communicator in the ear rang in the sleep at three o'clock in the morning.

The light in the room was turned on with a snap, and the two people on the bed sat up at the same time, grabbed the clothes beside the pillow and quickly put them on.Zhao Qingge stuffed the last hat into Bo Jue's hand.

The moment the task was released, the two people were blown out of the door like the wind.