Tigers ban coveting

As soon as the words fell, the man knocked down the dinner plate, held the short knife in his backhand, and stabbed Ling Junhan in the back of the neck.

The knife is sharp, with the determination to kill people.

Duan Wuxin let out a howl, and felt a breath from a wild beast between his breaths.

It's like meeting prey in the jungle, keenly smelling the hostility of the other party reaching its peak.

Ling Junhan reacted extremely quickly, turned his head quickly, and stretched out his hand to grab the opponent's wrist.

With a hard twist, the dagger was knocked to the ground with a bang.

The waiter let out a strange growl, bent down like a beast, and attacked again.

He opened his mouth wide, trying to bite down on his neck with his fangs.

Before Ling Junhan threw the waiter with his backhand, the white figure had already ejected.

"boom--"

With a loud crash, a large pile of dinner plates and tablecloths fell to the ground and shattered.

Duan Wuxin pushed the man to the ground, and cut his neck with sharp tiger claws.

It was almost action prior to consciousness, and before he had time to think, the tiger claws had pierced the fragile carotid artery.

A paw sealed his throat, and blood spattered everywhere.

The waiter opened his terrified eyes and panted continuously, more and more blood spilled out.

But after a few seconds, he struggled twice and died suddenly.

The scene was terrible, there were exclamations and screams everywhere, and it was a mess.

Ling Jiamu brought the guards over to deal with the scene, and quickly dragged the waiter out of the venue to deal with it.

"Are you okay?" Ji Mei broke free from Ling Xu's arms, rushed towards Ling Junhan, and checked up and down in a panic.

Meiyan's face was pale, obviously frightened by the accident just now.

Ling Junhan shook his head lightly, and patted her on the back reassuringly, "I'm fine."

A birthday party turned into an assassination, and everyone was terrified.

After all, Ling Xu has seen a big scene, so he hurried out of the scene: "There was an accident today, and we need to conduct follow-up investigations. The birthday party ended early, I am really sorry."

Everyone expressed their understanding, clamoring and patting their frightened little hearts one after another.

Duan Wuxin was still squatting in place, motionless.

He was gasping for breath, blood dripping from his fingertips.

My whole body was numb, my hands and feet were cold, and I couldn't move.

"Thank you." Ling Junhan squatted down, half-knelt beside Duan Wuxin, and took the little white tiger into his arms.

He took a handkerchief and wiped off the blood on his paws bit by bit.

The movement is very slow, not letting go of any residue.

"Is he dead?" Duan Wuxin's eyes were unfocused.

Ling Junhan hummed, and squeezed his icy palm, "He should have such an awareness to do this."

Facing such a real duel for the first time, Duan Wuxin became terrified after knowing it.

He grabbed Ling Junhan's hand with his tiger claws, seeking for that pitiful temperature, "I just... I may have drunk too much."

He opened his mouth slightly, and there was still a hint of alcohol on the tip of his tongue.

The memory just now seemed to be emptied, and my mind was blank.

Ling Junhan rubbed his ears and comforted him: "You didn't do anything wrong, don't be afraid. It's over."

He said he was doing the right thing.

At this moment, Duan Wuxin exhaled the suffocated breath, and limply fell on the man's shoulder.

His hands and feet were soft, and his whole body was exhausted.

Almost slipped out of his arms.

Ling Junhan hooked him, locked him in his arms, and stroked his back with his palms.

At this moment, Duan Wuxin's truest emotions were revealed in front of him.

Strip away the fierceness of the previous disguise.

The rest are half tough and half fragile.

I want to put him on the apex of my heart, it hurts so badly.

After thinking about it all night, I finally found an opportunity tactfully.

Ling Junhan touched his head and changed the subject: "You did a good job today, I'll give you a reward."

"Huh? What's the reward?" Duan Wuxin rested his paws on his broad shoulders, his mind still in a daze.

Ling Junhan was silent for a while, lowered his head slightly, and lightly touched the top of the little white tiger's head with his lips.

The voice said softly: "Reward you, stay in bed at night."

Duan Wuxin suddenly opened his eyes wide, and asked uncertainly: "Are you going back to live with you?"

"Well, don't want to?" Ling Junhan pressed his chin against his head, and his voice was very low.

Little by little, he tidied up the messy little suit, "You have made a great contribution today, so I must praise you."

"Actually, I don't think so."

Duan Wuxin's arrogance rose to the top, and she twitched and replied tactfully: "But since you invite me sincerely, then I will show mercy and agree to you."

He pretended to be calm on the surface, but he was overjoyed in his heart.

The marshal's taste is a bit strong, and he was indifferent after strenuous training a few days ago, and he had to be so fierce to react.

Duan Wuxin sighed: I really like fierce ones.

But no matter what, the concubine of Lenggong is favored again, which is considered a great happy event today.

This time I live back again, so I don't even think about letting him move out again!

Duan Wuxin swept away before panicking, and couldn't help wagging his tail.

Now I can figure out Ling Junhan's preferences, which is very stable.

He squinted his eyes, and in a trance, he felt that the dark clouds of bad luck were gradually drifting away, and the broad road was beckoning to him.

Seeing the wagging tail, Ling Junhan understood that Duan Yongnian was right.

It's just that the words have come to the lips, and you still have to pretend to be reluctant, how arrogant.

He smiled: stretched out his hand to grab the tiger's paw, "Can you get up?"

"The clothes are broken." Duan Wuxin glanced down at the jacket and muttered in a low voice.

During the fight just now, the man conditionedly resisted, and a big gash was torn on his fingertips.

Badass stuff.

"It's okay, I'll make you a new one another day."

Ling Junhan thought he was extremely cute, couldn't help but pinched his stomach again, "Get up first, there are still a lot of things to confirm."

Duan Wuxin got drunk, his speech was soft unconsciously, and he acted like a baby unconsciously: "Dizziness."

That limp look, the meaning is obvious, want to hug.

The fierce tiger that had just sealed its throat with its claws turned into a cute kitten in an instant.

Ling Junhan had no choice but to hold Duan Wuxin in his arms and stand up straight.

"Brother, just now we checked the person's identity, household registration, including facial recognition. The strange thing is that there is no record in the system."

Ling Jiamu hurried in, and said crackling words: "It may be a black household, or a killer who has been trained in closed doors for a long time."

"Where is Li Yingyi?"

The scene was chaotic just now, Ling Junhan was so focused on Duan Wuxin that he didn't notice the man's whereabouts.

"Let's take advantage of the chaos. Do you suspect him?" Ling Jiamu frowned, gritted his teeth and said, "What a hatred, to assassinate you on your birthday?"

"Then maybe the hatred is really big." Ling Jun said slowly with a cold face.

If Duan Wuxin was absent today, he would probably have made the same counterattack.

Ji Mei turned around in circles, trembling with anger: "Check, check to the end. I didn't catch his little pigtail more than ten years ago, and this man even kicked his nose. If it wasn't for Xinxin today, brother would..."

"Okay, Mom, I'm fine." Ling Junhan comforted softly, "I will investigate thoroughly."

Duan Wuxin listened to the conversation and interjected in a dizzy state, "Just now I felt very strange. I smelled the breath of a beast on that man. But, he is obviously a human."

When he fought against the waiter, he clearly felt a wildness that did not belong to humans.

In a trance, the opposite person seemed to have turned into a cheetah, baring its teeth and claws.

Ling Jiamu and his brother looked at each other, the brothers agreed tacitly, and said in unison: "The Beast Soul Project."

"What's that?" Duan Yongnian almost had a heart attack, half propped up on the table and chairs, and it took a long time to recover.

"A preliminary guess is to inject the beast's gene into the human body to stimulate the animal nature of the human body and use it in battle. Or, directly mutate the soldiers' genes so that they are not only powerful but also obedient."

After Ling Jiamu explained, he frowned and felt worried again, "The forensic medical examination just now shows that the killer has no abnormalities except for excessive hormones."

"Let the research institute intervene, have Meng and Senlang come back?"

Mentioning that person, Ling Junhan snorted lightly: "If he doesn't come back, the research institute will be turned upside down."

Ling Jiamu cheered up the rioter surnamed Meng: "I said I'll be back tonight, and I'll let him join the investigation team early tomorrow morning."

"Well, urge him to come back quickly, and that's it for today."

Ling Junhan looked at his parents and the curator, and said calmly: "Everyone go back to rest first, there is no use worrying now."

Ji Mei's face was full of anxiety, hesitant to speak: "I'm worried about the evening...in case..."

"Don't you still have your heart? The tiger is close to you, who dares to come again." Ling Junhan had a relaxed expression, teasing the lively atmosphere.

Being praised bluntly, Duan Wuxin felt a little shy and buried her head in her neck.

Annoying, who wants you to praise me.

Duan Yongnian rubbed his hands, and laughed at himself: "I have taken care of Xinxin for so long, and I didn't know he could still fight. It seems that he is quite suitable for you."

The son is too old to be controlled by others, it's time to let go, and the old father is in tears.

Duan Wuxin moaned there: "It means you didn't watch my live broadcast yesterday."

"Xinxin, I know you can fight, but you must also pay attention to safety and don't try to be brave." The old father nagged, still worried.

Duan Wuxin stretched out his claws to dig him, and replied perfunctorily: "I know."

When the old father read it, his brain hurt, his stomach was churning, and he felt a little nauseous.

"Then we're leaving too." Ling Xu nodded to him, and left with his wife in his arms.

Ling Jiamu volunteered to send Duan Yongnian back, and the hall, which had been noisy all day, finally became clean.

Ling Junhan patted Duan Wuxin's butt/butt, "It's time for us to go back to the room."

"En." Duan Wuxin replied vaguely, without any intention of coming down.

Holding Ling Junhan's tie with his paws, he felt dizzy and his head was buzzing.

Could it be that this is the feeling of being drunk?

It was so floating and swaying, even Ling Junhan's face turned into a double image.

"Don't sleep, go back right away." Ling Junhan lowered his eyes and checked left and right to make sure that he was not injured in any way, and then walked out of the hall with Duan Wuxin in his arms.

The heavy snow outside has accumulated a thick layer, and it creaks and creaks when stepped on.

The blizzard day, which is rare in 30 years, is really cold.

He lowered his hands to unbutton the military uniform, wrapped Duan Wuxin inside, and the thick coat completely covered the little white tiger.

Duan Wuxin was completely drunk, rubbed restlessly, and irritated, "It's too hard, don't want a quilt."

"It's not the quilt, it's my coat. Aren't you cold?" Ling Junhan laughed dumbfounded, and wrapped his coat tighter.

"It's cold, but your chest is very hot, let me warm it up." Duan Wuxin said, taking advantage of the opportunity to pull the button of his shirt.

Ling Junhan pressed the tiger's paw, and said helplessly, "Little lunatic, stop making trouble."

If he had known that he could make such a fuss, he shouldn't have allowed Duan Wuxin to drink that shitty wine.

"I didn't make trouble! I'm cold!" Duan Wuxin was not very happy, her white hair was puffed up all over her body, and her ears were pricked up to the sky.

He muttered in a low voice: "Why are you like this? I helped you so much today. What's wrong with Nuan Nuan's paw? Cheapskate."

"Okay, you are warm." Ling Junhan had no choice but to reach out and unbutton his shirt, stuffing the tiger's claws into it to hold it down.

The meat pad sticks to the chest, which is very itchy.

He rubbed his ears hard, and gritted his teeth: "Satisfied, let me declare first, don't scratch me, my thigh still hurts now."

The high body warms the tiger's claws, becoming the only source of heat on a cold winter night.

Duan Wuxin didn't bother to pay attention to him, and stomped on his chest with his palms, enjoying himself very much.

The exposed chest was painfully blown by the cold wind, Ling Junhan was so cold that he clenched his back molars and hurried towards the atrium.

A heartless little thing is not afraid of freezing him to catch a cold.

After tossing for a while, one person and one tiger finally returned to the bedroom.

Ling Junhan put the little white tiger on the ground and held it in place, "Stay here and don't move, I'll go take a bath with water."

"Well, good." Yingde is very well-behaved, but his behavior is very perverse.

Duan Wuxin rolled around on the ground, his heart was soaked in alcohol, beating suddenly.

Feeling a rush of heat hitting his nerves, he pulled his clothes, and a large piece of the rotten clothes was torn.

The little white tiger rolled on the ground again, his mouth was parched, and he wanted to chat with someone.

Where did that dog Ling Junhan go?What about going to sleep together at night?

Duan Wuxin walked around the room on his feet, ran indiscriminately, but found no one.

He caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall pointing to ten o'clock, and the conscientious cute pet anchor suddenly remembered that there was no live broadcast today.

Even if you are drunk, you must have professional ethics.

Duan Wuxin staggered, jumped onto the desk in the study, and opened the star net with his paw.

Netizens, what are you sleeping on, wake up!

The live broadcast was connected, and netizens saw a tiger face shaking their heads.

The words in the mouth are popping out, listen carefully, and there is still a bit of a big tongue.

"Hi everyone, I'm the host Duan Wuxin, I'm late, sorry!!!"

After finishing speaking, he knocked his forehead on the table with a bang.

[The big boy is wearing clothes today, he is so handsome, come and hug him]

[?What's wrong with my son today? When did he apologize? 】

[This apology is so fierce hahahahaha]

[Xinxin os: I apologize to you, if you don't accept it, I will bite you to death]

【Why do you feel like you drank too much?Isn't today the marshal's birthday? 】

[I thought it was a pigeon today, and suddenly I was pleasantly surprised]

Duan Wuxin raised his head slowly, and then shook his tiger paw, "I tell you, I tasted a hundred-year-old wine today, and it's a gift from His Majesty the Emperor! You mortals drink it! No! Come!"

[Sure enough, I drank too much... wash up and sleep]

"I didn't drink too much, I'm just a little excited." Duan Wuxin patted the table, feeling hot all over, "Today is very exciting, I put a..."

Halfway through speaking, the little white tiger covered his mouth and said vigilantly, "Forget it, I can't tell you this, it's a military secret."

Although his mind was dizzy, he remembered clearly.

Ling Junhan said that anything about Li Yingyi should not be spread outside.

[If you don't say it, don't say it, we don't want to know]

Duan Wuxin snorted, "Anyway, I'm amazing, you don't even know how amazing I am."

Alcohol is harmful, and it took off the arrogant skin.

Right now, it's a boast, but it's a boast to death.

【You are amazing, let me applaud you】

Duan Wuxin yelled at the camera: "You are mocking me, are you mocking me?"

"Xinxin, what are you talking to yourself outside? Come in and take a shower." Ling Junhan's voice came through the bathroom door.

Duan Wuxin tilted her head, was confused for two seconds, and jumped off the desk.

My mind froze a few times, oh, I haven't downloaded it yet.

He paused in place for a while, then turned around to pick up the camera next to him, and swayed slowly towards the bathroom.

Look, no one is more dedicated than me, and I live broadcast while taking a shower.

Duan wagged his tail triumphantly, kicked open the bathroom door with the camera in his mouth.

On the netizen's live broadcast screen, amidst the steaming mist, the youngest marshal of the Federation appeared.

Different from the usual unchanging military uniform, today's picture is really lively and fragrant.

The man was sitting in the bathtub, his upper body was half naked, revealing his strong muscles, and there were drops of water dripping from his chest.

[? ? ?Is this something I can watch?The saliva flowed down unsatisfactorily]

[Xinxin camera gets closer, I can see more! ! 】

[I apologize for insulting Ling Junhan before, I turned my back, I am not human]

[Who can stand up to this figure, I would be happy to be PUA if it were me]

[I declare that I am now Ling Junhan's fan!As expected of a soldier, this figure is too superior]

【What a big boy, you really paid too much for the happiness of your mother】

[It's late at night, I can't bear it, I really can't bear it]

【Haas, Haas, I want to lick off that drop of water that is sliding down】

Ling Junhan turned his head and saw the camera Duan Wuxin was holding in his mouth. He reacted in a second, his face was darker than an iron pan.

He reached out and pulled the towel on the shelf, and quickly covered his lower body, "Take out the camera!"

"I only broadcast live for 10 minutes today..." Duan Wuxin drooped her ears, her expression was very aggrieved.

He shook the camera, pointed straight at the direction of the bathtub, and said in relief: "It's okay, I took a bath before, and the curator also broadcasted it live."

People and tigers take a bath, is this the same thing?

Ling Junhan rubbed his temples, feeling a sharp pain in his head.

Birthday surprise, what a big surprise.

Wrapped in a wet towel, he got up, bent down and snatched the camera from Duan Wuxin's mouth, strode out of the bathroom, and put it back on the desk.

The whole act is non-negotiable and done in one go.

Ling Junhan bent down and clicked on the screen, and was about to close the live broadcast, when the live broadcast bar displayed:

The anchor was suspected of obscenity/pornography/pornography and was banned for a week.

Ling Junhan: "..."

Duan Wuxin, I really belong to you.

He stood on the ground with bare feet, and the warm wool carpet left a wet stain, and he was extremely irritable.

Ling Junhan sighed and walked back to the bathroom.

Duan Wuxin squatted beside the bathtub in the posture of being robbed, with a very dissatisfied expression: "What are you doing?"

"Your live broadcast has been blocked." Ling Junhan reminded ruthlessly.

"why!"

"Suspected of obscenity/obscenity/pornography/eroticism, forget it, you don't understand it."

Ling Junhan returned to the bathtub, and taught by the way: "You just got closer to the camera, and I'm going to live broadcast all/naked on the whole network."

"You're in good shape, why don't you show it to others?"

Duan Wuxin jumped into the bathtub, wagging his tail lazily, disturbing the water in the pool.

Ling Junhan gritted his teeth slowly, "What do you think? If you become a /human, would you be willing to show others naked?"

"I won't become a person, how do I know." Duan Wuxin groaned.

Species differences don't really make sense.

Ling Junhan sighed, and picked up the little white tiger to help him undress, "Anyway, this kind of thing won't work in the future."

"Oh, cheapskate." Duan Wuxin stretched out his head and bit his shoulder.

"Oh, a drunk lunatic." Ling Junhan imitated him, and replied coldly.

When the eyes met, both parties were not very happy.

Ling Junhan didn't speak, and helped him take off his clothes, put them in the water, and take a quick bath.

After a while, he said slowly: "No drinking in the future."

Duan Wuxin's rebellious energy rose up, splashing water: "I'm not."

"Then I'll send you back to Beishu." She had no choice but to make this terrible plan.

This is Duan Wuxin's weakness.

Sure enough, the little white tiger was subdued.

Duan Wuxin took a bath with his head sullen, and grudgingly hummed.

When it comes to drinking, the turbulent energy in the stomach rushes back to the throat.He couldn't help it, he stuck his head out of the bathtub, and vomited all over the floor with a wow.

Ling Junhan: "..."

How many surprises do you have, give it away at once.

"Dirty." Duan Wuxin raised his head, glanced at the side with disgust, then turned his head back instantly, "Go and clean up the ground."

"Ancestor, can you let me have a good and safe birthday?" Ling Junhan lost his temper after being tortured, and once again got out of the hot water, took out the shower and flushed it to the ground.

It was hot and cold for a while, and his body was as strong as Ling Junhan. In this cold night, he sneezed three times in a row.

It took almost an hour to clean the floor and wash and dry Duan Wuxin.

Ling Junhan was physically and mentally exhausted, he tucked Duan Wuxin into the quilt, and then heaved a long sigh of relief.

It's been a hell of a birthday.

"Go to sleep." I don't want to say any more unnecessary words.

The little white tiger next to him was in a completely different mood, Duan Wuxin blinked and raised his head to rub against him, feeling extremely happy.

Ah, it's so good to be in bed with luck again.

The days of sleeping soundly and soundly are back again!

He wasn't sleepy at all, the alcohol had slowed down a lot, and now he was excited.

Everything tonight is like a dream.

He opened his paws, and between his fingers, there seemed to be the sticky touch of the waiter's blood.

Maybe a little stronger, he could really kill Li Yingyi.

Three seconds later, he dismantled the scarred face in his head.

Ling Junhan took a cigarette in his mouth, looked down at the little thing with round eyes, and asked, "Aren't you sleepy?"

Duan Wuxin shook his head and rubbed against his arms again.

His forehead hit something tough, and he panicked.

He stretched out his claws to grab it, and it was the strange necklace from last time.

Tiger Claw approached quietly, grabbed it, and accidentally touched the switch next to it, and the necklace bounced off.

Ling Junhan reacted greatly, pinched the necklace with his big hands, and put the lid back on again: "Don't touch it randomly."

"What's inside?" Duan Wuxin's curiosity was completely aroused, and she asked the bottom line.

"Secret." Ling Junhan didn't want to bring up the past, so he briefly mentioned it.

For him, that experience came from many years ago, a very fragmented memory.

Part nightmare, part pleasure.

Simply buried in the past, do not want to mention.

"Last time you said it was a token of an important friend, what friend?"

"Sleep well."

"Tell me, just treat it as a bedtime story."

"Go to bed quickly."

"You are so stingy, can you say other words?"

"Are you sleeping or not?"

A small flame sprang up in Duan Wuxin's heart, turned over and hit him with his back.

This man didn't treat him as a friend, as a brother, and he didn't want to share anything.

On the head of righteousness, there is a warm body on the back, which is warm.

Ling Junhan touched him slowly, smoothing down the frizzy hair over and over again: extremely gentle: "Okay, I will tell you later when I have a chance."

Perhaps the technique was too comfortable, Duan Wuxin closed his eyes, slowed down his breathing, and fell into a light sleep.

In the groggy state, it felt like my limbs were being torn apart, and my breathing was not smooth, which was very uncomfortable.

Duan Wuxin frowned, like spreading pancakes, turned back and nestled into Ling Junhan's arms.

When the palm touched the muscle, it was very hot, and it was directly attached to the skin of the palm.

It feels weird.

Because of the thick fur on his paws, everything he touches is like stepping on a soft cushion, separated by a layer of fur.

But now, the tactility is very firm, and one can even clearly perceive the texture of Ling Junhan's skin and the direction of his muscles.

Duan Wuxin opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a white and tender hand lying flat on Ling Junhan's chest.

Wow, hit a ghost!

He kicked the quilt and was about to exclaim when he realized that his feet didn't feel right.

Different from the previous short legs, they seem to be longer, and with a light touch, you can kick Ling Junhan's calf.

Perceive the tightness, firmness and strength of the man.

Weird.

Duan Wuxin was a little flustered, moved the tiger's claws up, and found that the hand was also moving.

Wait, how does this hand look like his own?

He couldn't believe it, moved his paws, and the slender knuckles on his chest immediately bent simultaneously.

Probably drunk and dreaming, Duan Wuxin closed his eyes and comforted himself.

That's a human hand, what does it have to do with this king.

He was about to wag his tail and found....just a little wiggle of the butt.

And the tail, the tail is gone!

My god, he probably died during the duel just now, right?

Now, the virtual state after death?

Duan Wuxin's mind is in a mess, and science cannot explain the current situation.

"Don't move." Ling Junhan closed his eyes and hugged his waist tightly, pressing his struggling body even tighter into his embrace.

This sound brought Duan Wuxin back to reality.

The touch on the waist is numb, and you can even feel the calluses on the fingertips, sliding back and forth.

Duan Wuxin completely collapsed, how did he become a human being!

After living for so many years, this is the first time I have encountered a supernatural phenomenon.

Numb, numb from head to toe.

Ling Junhan's breath hit his ears, his whole body was stiff and he dared not move.

Duan Wuxin closed her eyes in despair, maybe, she would change back tomorrow morning.

He has no experience in being a human being, so how to place his limbs now is very awkward.

Rubbing carelessly for a while, finally Ling Junhan was forced to open his eyes.

"Xinxin, tell you not to..."

The scene in front of him was so exciting that Marshal Ling, who had seen the wind and waves, also fell silent for an instant.

This moment, this situation.

In his arms lay a naked and beautiful young man, naked and skin-to-skin.

Under the moonlight, the boy's short silver hair glowed faintly.His eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes curled up, as light as his hair.

That face looked like it came out of a painting, with a bigger hand, a pointed nose and bright red lips, it looked more delicate and less bland.

The gaze moved down uncontrollably, the thin collarbone was connected to the paper-like shoulders, and the neck was white and slender, as if it would break if touched.

The whole body was almost transparent and pale.

Beautifully, dry mouth.

Fuck, I'm having a dream.

Ling Junhan frowned and closed his eyes heavily.

No, even if it was a spring dream, how could it dream of a man?

In the middle of the night, Ling Junhan had no sleep at all, and even began to doubt life.

It is true that he has never been in love. He had a long and boring military career, with swords and guns as a team, and a battlefield as a bed.

Didn't have that free time and didn't have many interests.

Fighting and mechs, the vast universe, are the meaning of life for him.

Of course, as a man, he occasionally has physical needs, which are easy to solve.

Most of the time, they choose to go to the virtual battlefield to control the mecha to vent.

He never thought that the person next to him in his fantasy would be male?

Most of the men in the army are thick-skinned or unkempt, and they are too uncomfortable to use as pillows.

Now the suet-like touch in the palm of my hand is delicate and smooth, and I can't put it down.

As if unsure, he opened his eyes again.

The boy lay motionless in his arms, his sweet breath pressed against his ears, itchy and dry.

That rough heart was also tickled a bit by teasing.

He suddenly realized, where is Duan Wuxin?

Even before going to bed, there was still a little white tiger with fur in his arms. When he closed his eyes and opened them, why did he change into a beautiful boy?

Ling Junhan touched his almost transparent cheek with his fingertips, and said uncertainly: "Xinxin."

The boy's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't open his eyes.

Duan Wuxin didn't know how to face the current scene, her heart was beating like thunder, and she pretended to be asleep.

"Xinxin, is that you?" Ling Junhan asked persistently.

He pinched his back habitually and stroked it, only to realize that it was softer than tiger fur.

Duan Wuxin slowly opened his eyes, and the two looked at each other, falling into silence.

He opened his mouth, not quite used to human pronunciation, he stumbled and cried, "It's me...I'm done."

The voice is very light and soft, which makes people feel distressed.

"I've become /human."

"You....is this the first time?" Ling Junhan also found it ridiculous.

He doesn't even believe that Duan Wuxin can make a wish, he firmly believes in science and advocates the truth.But now...

How could a white tiger suddenly become a human?

Duan Wuxin nodded slightly, feeling that his limbs were terribly cold.

But he stretched out his hand to hook Ling Junhan's neck, no longer the arrogance of the past, and wanted to ask for some comfort.

"It's ridiculous." Ling Junhan simply sat up, raised his hand and turned on the bedside lamp.

Duan Wuxin's eyes are still transparent amber, and when he looks at people with innocence, he uses his hand to cover Ling Junhan's eyes: "Don't look, it's ugly."

"Not ugly, very beautiful." Ling Junhan stretched out his hand, trying to pull him up from the bed.

Half of the quilt slipped off, revealing a thin white waist.

Duan Wuxin is used to being a tiger and has no sense of shame.

He caught a glimpse of the light reflected from the mirror in the bathroom, kicked off the quilt, and got out of bed naked.

It's just that I haven't gotten used to using my legs yet, and as soon as my feet hit the ground, I fell a lot.

Duan Wuxin sat on the ground in a daze, staring down at his lower abdomen, a little puzzled.

He studied it for a while and asked bluntly, "Why is yours bigger than mine?"

"What is it?" Ling Junhan quickly got out of bed, pulled him up from the ground, and checked carefully, "Did you fall?"

"It didn't fall." Duan Wuxin repeated: "Why, yours is bigger than mine?"

While talking, he reached out to touch Ling Junhan's, curious to play with.

Being pinched by his lifeblood, Ling Junhan took a deep breath, he had never regretted the habit of sleeping naked/sleeping so much in his life.

He stared at the fair-skinned Duan Wuxin, who faced each other naked, and felt that this scene was really weird.

Seeing those little hands not letting go, he could only cough lightly, and shamelessly stated the facts, "Probably because the species are different. Among human beings, mine is superior."

"Oh, so." Duan Wuxin seemed to understand, "But it's good to be small, it doesn't look so ugly."

Ling Junhan didn't want to discuss who was older and who was younger with a boy at night.

He walked quickly to the cabinet, pulled a bathrobe and threw it over.

"Do you want to get dressed first? Let's have a good chat."

"Why do you need to wear it?" Duan Wuxin landed on his hands and feet, like a white tiger moving, and crawled towards the bathroom with the same hands and feet.

Ling Junhan's brain was in sudden pain, and his brain was about to explode after being hit by surprises this night.

He sighed, preventing people from continuing to move forward in this weird posture: "Don't move, I'll carry you over."

After finishing speaking, he strode back to the side of the bed, bent down and hugged him horizontally.

Having never hugged a man before, Ling Junhan's ears were reddish, and he pretended to be calm.

He put one hand under his knees, hooked the other around his waist, and carried it away easily.

It's just that Duan Wuxin's weight is so light.

The distance between the bed and the bathroom is not too far, but Ling Junhan feels that time slows down as if a lifetime has passed.

But the one in his arms was still not at all uneasy, twisting left and right, skin rubbing.

Forget it, his arms were wrapped around his neck like water plants, and it was difficult to breathe.

After finally walking to the bathroom, he put Duan Wuxin down and washed his face with cold water.

Duan Wuxin put her face in front of the mirror, looked left and right.

The facial features are correct, the nose is not crooked and the mouth is not slanted. After the appraisal, it is not bad.

"Hold me back." Duan Wuxin stretched out his hands, as if he didn't have long legs, bossing around at the marshal.

A certain porter was silent, and put the man back on the bed.

The two were lying on the left and the right, with the Milky Way separating them.

Ling Junhan squeezed his arm, poked his face again, and muttered to himself: "How did you become like this?"

"I don't know." Duan Wuxin lowered her eyes, her tone a little aggrieved: "I still want to change back."

Ling Junhan rubbed his head, his soft silver hair penetrated between his fingers, and comforted him: "Maybe it will change back tomorrow morning."

"Well, I hope so." Duan Wuxin rolled over and lay flat, gradually getting used to the slender limbs.

Ling Junhan raised his hand to turn off the light, and the room fell into darkness again.

He could hear each other's breathing quietly, and he could even smell the sweetness in his exhalation.

Who the hell can sleep.

Time moved by every minute and every second, and there was no sleepiness.

Ling Junhan decided to take Duan Wuxin to the research institute early the next morning for a thorough examination.

He has been thinking about the pet he wants to bring to the battlefield, and now he has become a well-adjusted and beautiful boy.

Who will believe it?Even that idiot Ling Jiamu wouldn't take it seriously.

This night, the Three Views collapsed and reshaped.

He finally felt a little sleepy, and just as he closed his eyes, Duan Wuxin next to him entangled himself like an octopus, hugging his limbs tightly.

Duan Wuxin should have entered a latent sleep, subconsciously thinking of herself as a tiger.

He habitually buried his head in Ling Junhan's neck again, and changed into a comfortable position.

The distance is too close and unscrupulous.

Ling Junhan raised his hand, wanting to push it away.

After struggling for a second, he finally put it slowly on Duan Wuxin's back and hugged him.

It is said that today is the extremely cold weather that is rare in 30 years, and Duan Wuxin probably feels cold.

If it's cold, warm him up.

But at this moment, he just felt crazy hot.

All Qi and blood flocked to one position, standing up uncontrollably.

Breathing gradually increased, and the hand holding the back tightened uncontrollably.

The cold water just washed my face white.

Fuck, why would he react to a guy?

And, want to do something more beastly.

Ling Junhan felt that he probably drank too much wine, and even his mind became dizzy.

The calmness that he had been proud of for many years collapsed, and even his thoughts became chaotic.

He stared at the person in front of him, swept from eyelashes to the end of his eyes, his eyes fell on his lips, and his Adam's apple rolled.

The young man who fell asleep quietly, was as beautiful as a fairy who fell into the mortal world, but he wanted to pull the fairy down from the altar.

Want to kiss him, want to desecrate him.

Locking his hands above his head, then leaning over to embed, bullying repeatedly.

distracting thoughts