Wild grow

Gossip and gossip will not disappear with your silence. In fact, maybe your silence will only bring them greater excitement. They will jump up and down to discuss: see, he doesn't refute, he just admits up.

As a result, the label of "mixing and waiting for death test subjects" has probably been printed on Fushen's forehead.

...But it may be that the deterrence brought by Lilith itself played a role, or it may be that Enoch said something after she complained to Enoch. The unscrupulous rhythm around God was much less—at least when he walked through the restaurant alone, he could clearly feel the sharp reduction of all kinds of gazes on his back.

...Of course, this may also have a lot to do with the fact that he has learned to behave and has nothing to do, just stay in his room and not walk around to actively provoke people to hate him.

But these gods don't care.

He is very clear about what he wants most now - that is to be a "trash" that everyone guesses is exactly the same as eating and waiting to die, forgetting his own abilities, and being with Enoch: this guy treats him Summed up, his concessions and tolerances can go around the earth three times, and he never asked Fushen for compensation or even mentioned it, which made Fushen want to compensate him even more.

"—how is the restoration going on upstairs?"

This morning, the yawning black-haired young man slid out of bed, groped in the dark and grabbed the big hand of the man who was already standing in front of the full-length mirror not far from the bed, squeezed his slightly cold palm, and then pulled him Make him turn around and face himself.

"Which floor?" Enoch asked.

"Lillis and I broke that last time."

"What does it have to do with you? Don't take everything on yourself. Of course, she should fix the things that the crazy woman broke. If her subordinates have any complaints about the extra overtime, they can go to their immediate superiors. Just complain."

"……Oh."

Complain to Lilith?

It's as if anyone really dared to go.

Fu Shen lowered his eyes, but he didn't express the slander in his heart. He just climbed up Enoch's arm and touched it again——as expected, he touched the man's strong chest, and he moved expressionlessly. With his fingers, he pinched the shirt that he hadn't had time to button up, and slowly buttoned the first button on his chest.

Enoch stretched out his hand to hold Fushen's hand, kneading and playing with his right middle finger between two slightly rough fingertips, he lowered his head slightly, and there were unfathomable emotions in those red pupils , no one can decipher them - oh, maybe Fushen can, but unfortunately he can't see.

Then Enoch let go of Fushen.

He raised his jaw slightly, patiently asked the person standing in front of him to stand on tiptoe, and started to fasten the top button one by one at a speed ten times slower than his own——Enoch Enjoying the obedient appearance of this Fushen buttoning his own buttons with lowered eyebrows and eyes, just like he enjoys the flushed enthusiasm on the face of the black-haired young man every night that he probably doesn't know. Same as when the button is open.

——The most frenzied thing is that when he loses his temper because of the inconvenience of his eyes, his appearance seems to be more cute than distressed.

Thinking of this, Enoch raised his eyebrows, and unconsciously put his hand on Fushen's waist: "Frigga?"

"Ah."

"The fat man said, you haven't been out of the room very much recently."

"No, and it wasn't intentional." Fu Shen pulled back the big hand behind him that had slipped furtively from his waist to his buttocks, and put it away again, "It's really inconvenient for my eyes. I can only go to the activity room, but I can’t read a book, so I just sit stupidly, so how can I not sit when I’m sitting?”

"Those people still bully you?"

"..." Enoch's words made Fushen laugh out loud, he shook his head and muttered, "Who can bully me?"

"...That's true." Enoch said succinctly, "After all, you dare to bully me."

At this time Fushen buttoned the last button of Enoch's shirt, he moved his hand away and patted the man's chest full of warning and teasing, the latter pulled his wrist, lowered his head and bit his lip valve--

And quite a bit can't stop.

Fushen, my breathing gradually became unstable. When he felt a certain part of himself responding, and began to post it on his own initiative to make more entanglements, Enoch pushed him away, using the same unstable The voice said: "There will be a meeting on the roof in 10 minutes, you can't miss it, and it will take about 5 minutes to walk up from here-why are you usually not so enthusiastic?"

"usually?"

"When I can ignore you and take off your clothes and overwhelm you."

"..."

Fushen shrugged, but he didn't feel much regret—although he also felt uncomfortable, but after Enoch left, he could go back to bed and solve it by himself... So amidst Enoch's dissatisfaction, he will The man pushed and urged to get out of the room.

After the door of the room was closed with a bang, the room quickly fell silent—the surroundings were so quiet that even Fushen's own breathing could be heard clearly.

Fushen felt a little bored, and forcibly ignored the disappointment in his heart. He yawned, and was groping to get back to bed and sleep again. Suddenly, his hand accidentally touched a file bag on the table, and Fushen was stunned. I was taken aback: There didn't seem to be such a thing on the table yesterday.

It is estimated that it was brought by outsiders?And the only one who came to me yesterday was Enoch, so it should be brought by Enoch to prepare the materials to be used in today's meeting.

Fushen raised his eyebrows slightly, and wanted to open the door to call Enoch back, but the only thing that greeted him was the draft in the corridor—no footsteps or anything like that. After thinking about it, he felt that the man might have "cut corners "Sitting on a crow or something like that has nothing to do with walking away. In the end, I had no choice but to grab a coat and put it over my pajamas, then grabbed the file bag and stepped on slippers before I could even change my shoes.

Fushen wanted to deliver the documents to Enoch as soon as possible, so he walked very fast, and walked up an unknown number of steps, until he passed a certain corner and his breath became unstable. After resting for about three seconds, he raised his feet and wanted to continue walking up. Suddenly, he heard the faint gasp from between his own chest, and the sound of high-heeled shoes "clucking" came to his ears.

The footsteps were heavy, not Lilith's, and normal people must be wearing heavy boots, so that person must be a female super soldier - her footsteps were messy and fast, and she looked...

Are you rushing to the meeting too?

"Who?"

Fushen called, and was about to call her to ask her to bring the information to Enoch, but unexpectedly, the footsteps of her call stopped, and then became more hurried than before.

"?"

Fushen was a little baffled.

But before he had time to react to what happened, he suddenly felt a cold wind mixed with ice and snow blowing from the left, and at the same time, the sound of the cold wind was mixed with Fushen's quite familiar voice: It's like something Vibrating its membranous wings at a high frequency.

It's a giant dragonfly.

And there are many, many giant dragonflies gathering towards the back of the base.

When the "humming" sound from the vibration frequency became louder and louder, the anxiety in Fushen's heart also gradually expanded, and the alarm bell rang loudly. He wanted to reach out for the beeper and call Enoch or Wolf or Xiaopang whoever it was. But he found nothing: only then did he realize that he was wearing the coat that Enoch had replaced yesterday.

A chill in my heart.

But at this time, before he even had time to react, he heard the sound of a door being opened not far from the right, and the sound of people laughing and chatting—this time he even stood up on his hair: unexpectedly, not far from him There is actually an activity room full of ordinary people who have no combat effectiveness.