The strong A who offended most of the universe has changed to O [Interstellar]

Muscle memory is far stronger than brain memory. Even if a person's brain loses memory, those movements that have been practiced repeatedly will not be forgotten.

No matter how amnesia, no one will forget how to walk or how to speak.

These two items are not instincts, they are abilities that can only be acquired through repeated practice.

Yang Xinghe carefully recalled his past, he knew a lot of things, and he could clearly remember the complete knowledge structure and details.

But I don't remember where I learned it.

It seems that just flipping through the books casually, and the knowledge base obtained is enough to be a mining professor at Goliath University. It is obvious that he has never done this kind of work before.

When he didn't practice, Yang Xinghe felt that he knew everything, just like the squash game just now, he understood all the essentials of the movements, but once he got started, he found that something was obviously wrong.

what is the problem?

Yang Xinghe stared blankly at the brilliant starry sky outside the window, feeling empty in his heart.

"Xiaojin, call up my information."

Soon, the information about Yang Xinghe was retrieved by artificial intelligence

Name: Yang Xinghe

Father: Yang Yuan, Mother: An Ning

Date of birth: September 1198, 9 in the cosmic calendar

Birthplace: Union Capital Star No.1 Hospital

Kindergarten: Alliance Second Kindergarten

Middle School: Union No. [-] Middle School

University: Alliance University, Major: Public Relations

He joined the army in 1220 of the cosmic calendar and served as the leader of the special transportation team. He was promoted to captain because of his outstanding military exploits.

In the 1225th year of the cosmic calendar, he died in the U2 interstellar corridor during the mission.

In the same year, he was posthumously awarded the Platinum Star Medal.

It's so simple that it's boring, but it's not as rich as the profiles of some celebrities. There's no favorite food, no favorite color, no favorite sports, no favorite things... It's completely impossible to compare.

There were footsteps on the metal stairs.

Yang Xinghe turned his head, and Li Moyi's figure slowly walked up: "I'm here to inform you that the mattresses in only three rooms are still usable, one for Julian and Lin Ke, one for Kong Jia and Magic, You stay with me, and I will tell you another sad news, the window in our room can’t be closed, if you can’t bear the cold in the middle of the night, you can ask me to warm you up.”

"En." Yang Xinghe nodded absently.

This is very inconsistent with his usual poisonous tongue style, Li Moyi jokingly asked: "Aren't you afraid that I will eat you in the middle of the night?"

"Don't be afraid, you are not this kind of person." Yang Xinghe smiled.

Li Moyi was moved for no more than three seconds, and he continued: "Take off your clothes and lie in front of you, you can't even do anything. Night attack? Can you be a little bit smarter about yourself?"

It is a great shame for an alpha to be so questioned about his strength by the omega he once marked.

Li Moyi carried Yang Xinghe on his shoulders, strode towards the room, and threw him on the bed.

Under the dim light, Yang Xinghe didn't even have any expression of fear or loss, and a pair of black glass-like eyes stared at him steadfastly.

"Are you going to challenge me?" Li Moyi imprisoned him between his arms and the bed, lifted the hem of his clothes, leaned towards that thin waist, and vented his anger on the thin layer of flesh on the back. Twist it.

Yang Xinghe was in pain, and his body suddenly straightened up. Li Moyi hugged Yang Xinghe's waist and pressed him close to him. From his fingertips, he could feel the skin of this indifferent man. It was warm and soft, just like his cold appearance. completely different.

Li Moyi leaned down, kissed his slightly parted lips, and invaded his mouth forcefully. This was not the first time he kissed Yang Xinghe. It forced the people under him to have watery eyes and blush in the corners of their eyes, their breathing became disordered, and a sound like a spring breeze was blowing into his heart.

No estrus, no pheromone suppression, Yang Xinghe lay quietly in his arms, allowing him to kiss wantonly, the front of his clothes had been ripped off at some point, barely hanging on his arms. Under the light, it seems to be shrouded in a faint halo.

His eyes were half-closed, and the eyes hidden under the crow-feather eyelashes were as quiet as an ancient well, as if his soul had left his body.

Li Mo kissed his face, then kissed all the way down, Yang Xinghe straightened his waist, and took the initiative to stick it.

Large pieces of bare/naked skin fit together without any hindrance. The skin-to-skin contact felt like boiling oil poured into a raging fire. Subtle trembling and heat came from under his body. Yang Xinghe's legs lifted his whole body upwards, like Warmly invite.

But his eyes were not bright at all.

"Do you have something on your mind?" Li Mo stopped, put his arms around him, and asked softly.

Yang Xinghe closed his eyes and did not answer, but stretched out his arms and hugged Li Moyi's back.

People who have always been used to being relied on by others, planning for the future of others, and taking care of everything by themselves suddenly wanted to find a shoulder to lean on on this cold night.

The doubts that arose from the very beginning couldn't be explained, and more and more, they weighed heavily on his heart, and he couldn't let go of them, and he couldn't tell anyone.

It would be a good way for Li Moyi to have a hearty and hearty meeting with him now, so that he can temporarily forget the boredom in his heart.

however……

"Go to sleep, there is still someone to see tomorrow." Li Mo turned off the light, and the light of the artificial moon poured into the room through the window, creating a clear glow.

Yang Xinghe opened his mouth to stab him, but a sense of warmth rose from the bottom of his heart. Amidst the complicated emotions, he lay on his side with his back facing Li Moyi, and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, a hand reached for the glands on the back of his neck, and Yang Xinghe couldn't help but tense all over his body.

"Don't be nervous, relax." Li Moyi's hand gently stroked the back of his neck back and forth.

Alpha's pheromones had a soothing effect on the omega he had marked. Before he knew it, Yang Xinghe's breathing became slow and long, and he slowly fell into a deep sleep. He turned over unconsciously and faced Li Moyi.

When he was awake, he always talked nonsense, and his mouth, which was so poisonous that people wanted to gag it, was gently closed at this time.

The two eyebrows, which are always in high spirits, also settled down docilely, pressing heavily on the eyelashes, and there seemed to be thousands of melancholy between the eyebrows.

Li Moyi didn't understand how a person like him, who was not bound by any party, could have such a heavy heart.What is he sad about?

However, he would never want to hear a word of the truth about the things he didn't want to say.

He can only wait until one day, when he takes the initiative to speak... It will never be possible, how could he express his thoughts to his former enemy.

Li Moyi couldn't fall asleep at all, looking at the defenseless person in front of him, the thoughts from the past kept intertwining and shattering in his heart.

He thought of so many ways to get revenge, but in the end it was as Yang Xinghe said, even if he was naked and lying in front of him, he would not dare to touch it.

He remembered a very vulgar saying: to like is presumptuous, but to love will be restrained.

"Probably true love." Li Mo smiled helplessly, if the heartless Yang Xinghe heard these words, he would only get ridiculed.

In the early hours of the morning, Yang Xinghe woke up and found that there was no one next to his pillow, and there was an extra quilt on his body. Taking a closer look, Li Mo was sitting by the window with his back tightly pressed against the loose window, letting him Not a breath of cold wind could blow in.