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It's just a novel, and no one in the third volume can say that Silence didn't fall in love with the general.

Shen Mo pursed his lips, looked straight at Lin Jianbai, and when he moved his steps, there was a hint of softness in his tightened jaw.

Then there was the sound of orderly footsteps all around, and the non-commissioned officers put their guns in their holsters and stepped back.

"Who are you from?" Lin Jianbai squeezed his silent chin, his eyes fell on the corner of his bruised lips, sharp for a moment.

There was a smile in the calm black eyes, he looked at him silently, and said with a light smile, "I am from Lin Jianbai."

Lin Jianbai's deep eyes narrowed slightly, he stretched out his arms to wrap around Shen Mo's waist, and hugged him by the waist, the corners of his drooping eyes shone with light.

The adjutant rubbed his nose behind him. It was a false alarm just now. Then he thought, if Mr. Lu was really from the south, he would have killed the general long ago. There are thousands of ways and all kinds of success.

But why did that woman risk her life to save Mr. Lu?

Silence didn't say a word about this, and Lin Jianbai didn't mention it, as if it was some kind of peace reached between them.

Back at the General's Mansion, the two of them saw a pink figure running over before they went upstairs.

Shen Mo stretched out his hand, trying to support Lin Xue who was about to rush over, but saw an arm that stopped Lin Xue first.

"Qiu Feng, what's wrong with you here?" Lin Xue curled her lips, opened her eyes suddenly, pointed to the silent corner of her mouth, tilted her head and thought for a while, then said with a smile, "Ah, I know, I must have been bitten by a mosquito. wrong?"

Shen Mo raised his eyes and glanced at the man next to him, with a clear arc on his lips, "Yes."

"What a hateful mosquito." Lin Xue muttered, but she wanted to get closer but was stopped by the hand on her waist. She yelled anxiously, "Autumn wind, let me blow it for you."

The big hand stopped Lin Xue's struggle, Lin Jian raised his eyebrows, and said in a strong tone, "Go back to the room."

Lin Xue blinked and insisted, "Brother, I want to blow the autumn wind!"

"I'll do this." Lin Jianbai said in a deep voice, then waved his hands to let his servants take Lin Xue away.

Silence's mouth twitched slightly.

"General, here's the medicine." The adjutant walked in quickly, holding a box in his hand.

Slightly hooking the corners of her bruised lips, she silently smiled, "Thank you."

The adjutant was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he proudly raised his hand to straighten his military cap, swallowed the words that came to his mouth under the suddenly lowered atmosphere, bowed his head silently, and did not dare to stay for a moment.

In the bedroom, Mo Mo raised his head, staring calmly at the man in front of him who gave him the medicine, "General, don't you want to ask something?"

"Don't ask." The cotton swab in his hand was thrown away, and a new cotton swab was dipped in the potion and continued to apply. Lin Jianbai raised his eyes, his eyes were deep and dark, "You said you would not betray me, does that count?"

"En." Shen Mo nodded slightly, the cotton swab around his lips suddenly became stronger, he frowned slightly, pressed Lin Jianbai's hand, and leaned over to kiss his cheek and nose.

Natural kisses, intersecting necks, entwining lips and tongues, blending saliva, tender lingering.

After Shen Mo and Lin Xue had dinner at night, Lin Jianbai, who was out on errands, hadn't come back yet, so they sat on the sofa and chatted.

"Qiufeng, will you sleep with me at night?" Lin Xue said mysteriously, poking the back of the sofa with her hand, "I will sing for you."

Turning over the newspaper, Silence didn't look up, "You sing to me now, I'll listen."

With a happy smile on Lin Xue's face, she shook her head and sang intently. The crisp singing gradually faded away, and she fell asleep on Shen Mo's lap after a while.

Knowing that it was a drug attack, Mo Mo got up and carried Lin Xue into the room, bent over to cover her with a quilt, leaned against the wall with arms folded, stared at the little girl on the bed, and raised her hand to massage her forehead.

It was already late at night when Lin Jianbai came back, and the winter night was extremely cold. He didn't go back to the bedroom immediately, but sat in the study, waiting for the cold on his body to subside before getting up and leaving the study.

Pushing open the door and walking in, his footsteps were very light, but still woke up the person on the bed, sat up from the bed, frowned silently, and said in a slightly vague voice, "What time is it?"

Walking over and leaning over to kiss Shen Mo's forehead, Lin Jianbai put his arms around him, "It's almost four o'clock."

There was a moment of silence, and he lay down and closed his eyes to continue to sleep. The bed sank in a daze, and a deliberately lowered voice sounded beside his ears, "Your father has woken up. I will take you there tomorrow morning."

The desk lamp was turned off, the bedroom was plunged into darkness, the moonlight outside the window penetrated through the thick curtains, the light coming in was very dim, everything was very quiet.

After a while, the bed creaked a few times. The person who was sleeping soundly supported his head, reached out to touch Lin Jianbai's chin, and traced his outline carefully, as if he wanted to remember something clearly, and his lowered eyes flickered With a little emotion.

Lin Jianbai opened his eyes while holding the hand that was shaking his face, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Sleep." Mo Mo put his arms around Lin Jianbai, put his hands dishonestly into his clothes, touched his chest, and rubbed his nose against his chest. There was a coquettishness in his slow tone that he didn't realize, "I want you."

Lin Jianbai's eyes sank for a moment, he turned over and pressed silently, pushed his legs apart with his knees, and the hot kiss robbed him of the breath in his mouth.

He turned sideways to open the drawer of the bedside table, found a box, smeared some ointment on his fingers and applied it to the secret place of Silence, Lin Jianbai buried his head on his neck and kissed him closely, licking it inch by inch.

Mo Mo stroked Lin Jianbai's back, and traced the muscle lines under his fingertips. His voice was panting, "It's ok."

The overflowing hard object squeezed into the peristaltic mouth, Lin Jianbai hugged Silence tightly, there was a rapid heartbeat in the tight chest, and the sweaty limbs were entangled, gradually merging into one with each impact.

Staring deeply at the person below him, looking at his fascinated face, with suppressed groans in his ears, and reaching out to touch the cinnabar mole, Lin Jianbai suddenly wanted to say something, so he said so.

"I love you." After saying it, I suddenly realized that this is the so-called deep love.

There was a very low voice next to his ear, as if telling some kind of oath, the silence was uncertain, or he couldn't believe it, he raised his eyes and asked pantingly, "What?"

Lin Jianbai didn't say anything more, but kissed him more affectionately, and the rhythm of the rhythm became faster involuntarily.