Laid-off guide is a cat wife

The twilight was heavy, and the crows were screaming sporadically outside the courtyard. The dark wooden corridors transformed into soft paper lamps, which fluttered without wind. It was not magic, but part of the decorative special effects of the expensive particle light adjustment system.

Miao Xun knelt in front of the table, leaning forward, with a large area of ​​his back exposed in the air.Xue Fang just took the wound medicine from the maid, carefully checked the usage specifications, and came behind the boy.

The light was dim, and Miao Xun looked at the swaying pure white paper lantern, and his mood also fluctuated accordingly.

He wants to come over and apply medicine...

Although it is indeed requested by oneself.

"Straighten your back a bit." Xue Fang unscrewed the iron cover, and scooped up the translucent ointment with a finger.

Miao Xun raised his waist silently, and at the same time glanced at the man quickly from the side.

Concentrated handsome eyebrows, restrained lip lines, with a focused expression, as if what he was facing was not the warm and freshly injured flesh of a young man, but an important report concerning the future of Interstellar.

It's still too late to start.

Miao Xun asked tentatively, "Do you have no experience in applying medicine?"

Xue Fang's eyes were deep, he was considering the important steps in the instruction manual:

[Body Rapid Repair Gel - When using, please apply the gel directly to the wound with clean hands.Note, if the user belongs to sensitive groups, such as pregnant women and sentries, please warm up the body of the injured first, and then apply the gel cream three times to prevent adverse reactions such as stinging and itching...]

The problem lies in the word "preheating".

"Just wipe it off." Miao Xun reminded in a low voice, "I used to just wipe it casually."

That's what it says...

Xue Fang felt something sneaking up, lowered his eyes, it was a pitiful tail, the wet hair was pulled into a ball, sweeping against his calf, it seemed to be looking for him to complain about his grievances.

And Miao Xun himself didn't notice it.

Probably the tail and body of the cat family are two kinds of creatures.

"Needs to warm up."

"No! Yes, or I'll wipe it myself, give it to me." Miao Xun stuttered when he was nervous. He turned around to dissuade him, but just in time to see the young master wrapped his tail with a towel, from the fluffy Slowly stroke the root of his tail downwards, rotating his palms while stroked, letting the soft towel absorb the moisture.

Xue Fang had a calm expression and a gentle hand.

Miao Xun's whole body was hot, and a fiery electric current surged from the tailbone, rushing to the entire curled back.

He's touching my tail...!

No, it's the towel touching it.

That's not right... Ahhh, he threw away the towel and touched the tip of the tail with his hands?

Also, I picked up the hair and saw the tail meat——

"Well, it's pink."

What's with that affirmative tone?

"I thought the skin of the tail was also a light honey color." After Xue Fang studied it, he raised his head and saw a big "steam hot cat" that was red from head to toe, with shame overflowing from its evasive almond eyes.

Miao Xun put his insteps together, clamped his tail tightly, and said quickly in his heart: Don't move anymore, don't move anymore.

Wiped the cat's tail, "Now it's time to warm up."

And it doubles the effect.

Miao Xun's body temperature continued to rise, and his warm palms suddenly covered his lower back. He couldn't bear it, and whimpered, and as his fingers slowly stroked and kneaded the skin, the special repair gel melted into the open wound finely.

There is no usual sharp pain, and there is no hissing or screaming, but...

"Oh, wait, wait a minute..."

Trying to put his hands on the table, the young man tilted his waist, as if he was avoiding it, but his back, which had been smeared with oil, trembled, showing bright red blood, as if he was waiting to be greeted.

Xue Fang asked, "Does the wound on your back hurt?"

"no……"

Xue Fang looked slightly cold, "Then why?"

It is ten times more painful to expand the mental domain in the silent room on weekdays, and I didn't say that I avoided him in front of him.

Miao Xun folded his long legs and said with difficulty: "Don't be so smeared."

"How do I paint it?"

"Quick fight, don't, don't apply medicine slowly."

"This is the way I think is appropriate. You asked me to help you apply the medicine, and I have my way."

Miao Xun lowered his head like a collapse, pressed his hot forehead against the cool mahogany tabletop, and forced out a voice in shame: "I'm a sentinel..."

"Ok, I know."

"...I'm still young, I don't have a guide, you paint like that, I, I..."

Can't stand it.

He can endure the mental training like a brain bursting needle, repeated for a long time, but he can't try a gentle intimate touch from an unbound guide.

Sentinel's sensitive body nerves have never tasted this kind of "external stimulation". For Miao Xun, it was an extremely fresh and frightening experience, and it took a while to get used to it.

"Haven't you been 'desensitized'?" Xue Fang asked after pondering.

"Desensitization" refers to a long period of adaptation that mature sentinels must go through.

In order to face uncertain factors such as sudden noise, strong light, temperature changes, sudden changes in air pressure, and pheromone outbreaks in the future battlefield and various extreme environments, we first evaluate the "easy to react, easy to be allergic" factors of the sentinel, and then pass A small amount of frequent contact helps the sentinel to form "specific mental immunity".

For example, if you are afraid of water, take you to go swimming every day.

If you are afraid of heights, I will send you to bungee jumping training.

Afraid of contact with people, you have to... touch it regularly and quantitatively every day?

In short, it is a harsh method of training sentries. After using it, it can greatly improve the survival rate of sentries, but it is also criticized by a small number of people-too cruel.

Generally, immature sentinels are taken by their parents to the White Tower for testing, and after receiving the report, they will undergo desensitization treatment for 4-8 years according to the instructions.

But Miao Xun...he has no parents.

No one will care about these trivial matters.

It would be good if Gou Yun didn't pack him up and sell him everywhere, how could he still worry about his psychological intervention.

Raising sentries at home is a lot of trouble and money.

If you are not careful, it is easy to spoil it. If you do not get good maintenance in your youth, you will form good habits on your own. If you serve for a long time in adulthood, you may become mentally disabled and brain dead.

There are also research surveys that show: "Single-parent families, orphans and sentinels who have been in an unhealthy family atmosphere for a long time, the incidence of mental mania after the age of 40 is 270% higher than that of ordinary families."

Therefore, most families who have no conditions, both parents died, or cannot afford various inspection fees will send the children who have awakened the Sentinels to the White Tower Specialized Academy, where they have been called members of the reserve service early on, and the state will pay for unified management.

Gou Yun didn't send him there purely because——

The relationship between him and the Baitana faction is very tense.

Therefore, Miao Xun went to an ordinary high school, and occasionally listened to a few classes on the physiology and hygiene of supernatural beings during school health education activities.

Most of his "inside knowledge" about sentries and guides comes from optical network forums and... novels.

What about "The whole story of my roommate being pushed behind the door by that jerk sentry", "How to Find a Reliable Guide: Matching Actual Combat Chapter 1-6 is being continuously updated", "The Ruthless Guide Tsundere Soldiers: My Barrier Raise into a guide

Oh, I forgot to mention that Young Master Xue has fan tags on several forums, and there are quite a few posts... Miao Xun will never admit that he clicked in and read it!

To sum up, Miao Xun’s understanding of the word “desensitization” is——

One can be compared with "menarche", and "combination fever" and "hot flashes" are listed as the three major topics of supernatural forum topics. If military school roommates desensitize each other, they will definitely be unmarried and pregnant, and they will become more and more "sensitive" slowly maturing bomb!

To Xue Fang's inquiry, Miao Xun's first reaction was blurted out:

"You, are you going to 'mature' me?"

Xue Fang slightly raised his eyebrows, mature?What is the relationship with desensitization? ... From the literal meaning, it seems a bit ambiguous.

It's normal for Mr. Xue not to know.

After all, this is a slang term inside the forum, referring specifically to "complete desensitization".

So Xue Fang gave an ambiguous reply: "I will consider it."

The boy was visibly lost.

The rest of the cream was wiped on his back, Xue Fang told him to dry it and not to put on his shirt before going to bed, so he squatted on the porch with his chest in his arms, watching the figure of the young master go away.

The tree shadows were sparse, and the soft spring breeze passed through the corridor, Miao Xun shrank his shoulders.

Also.

He was sent here as a container for Xue Fang's spiritual body, and was raised for no apparent reason.

Xue Fang must have given Gou Yun a lot of benefits.

Because he wanted to stay and paid so much, why bother to desensitize him...?

Even as a little toy without a name, it's too ignorant.

…………

It was the first time to spend the night outside, and when he woke up, Miao Xun was stunned for a while before realizing where he was.

Today is Friday and there is still class.

The school uniform shirt was taken by the maid for dry cleaning, and it was ironed and delivered during breakfast.

The morning light is bright, the miniature landscape in the courtyard is beautiful and pleasant, and a peach blossom branch in the corner is enchanting, with small light-colored buds blooming.

The maid carefully folded a branch, brought it back and put it into a deep-mouthed porcelain vase, which happened to be placed on the table in front of Miao Xun.

Spotting his gaze, the maid enthusiastically explained: "It's very beautiful. It's the young master's habit. Every spring when the flowers bloom, I fold flowers to make a scene. It's elegant and smells good when it's placed in the room."

Miao Xun rested his chin and ate his breakfast for a while, thinking to himself: Hmph, how elegant it is.

He is still thinking about what happened yesterday.

Why ask the other party "mature"?That guy will definitely look up what it means!

...It's better to hurry up and go to school after dinner, so as not to run into him.

The more you think about something, the more you think about it.

Miao Xun was changing his school uniform when someone came here for a leisurely walk.

As if this is his back garden...

Strictly speaking, it seems that it is?

Xue Fang wore casual clothes, instead of a suit with sharp and clean folds, a softer round-neck milk camel thin shirt, no gold-rimmed glasses, soft black hair, leaning against the door frame with folded arms, looking into his eyes, There is a kind of luxury and laziness like the daily inspection of the owner of the old deep house.

—He came to see his things, of course dressed casually.

Miao Xun's brain jumped suddenly, and his fingers that buttoned the buttons began to feel uncomfortable.

"The flowers are blooming well." Xue Fang said suddenly.

"Hmm..." Miao Xun didn't know how to answer.

The man walked in, twisted out the fresh and lovely peach blossom from the porcelain vase, and the budding jaws tightly embraced each other.

Sprayed with water by the maid before, the branches are pliable, the buds are crystal clear, embellished with a little crisp green leaves, and it has an enchanting and vigorous posture.

Xue Fang squeezed it in his hand and played with it.

Miao Xun lowered his head and put on his shirt.

The sunlight pierced through the pure white fabric, revealing the boy's waist.

Xue Fang turned his eyes away, his breath paused for a moment, and then stretched slightly.

Raising the wrist, the peach branch seemed to grow out of the fingertips, the rattan with a little bud, hooked the corner of the white clothes, and slowly picked it up from the back...

Miao Xun was short of breath and didn't dare to move.

One frame after another, the flesh covered with thorns and scars jumped in the owner's field of vision, like a pure white curtain that opened a palace curtain, and was examined calmly and leisurely.

Picking up a small pet's school uniform with fresh peach branches is indeed more "elegant" than simply admiring it in a bottle...

Also too frivolous.

The flower buds at the top of the branch gently scratched the wound, "The outside is closed, but does it still hurt inside?"

Miao Xun turned around and grabbed the peach branch, pulled it over, angrily broke it in half and threw it on the ground.

Xue Fang glanced at the flowers on the ground, then at the angry boy, his expression was still gentle: "I won't apply medicine for you today, don't worry."

The teenager looked even more unhappy.

Xue Fang walked over, took his half-buttoned shirt, and calmly helped him button it to the last one, "Wait for me here after school in the afternoon, and take you to the White Tower."

Miao Xun turned his head, very reluctantly: "Why are you going there?"

Can't wait to lose him to the White Tower?

"Take you for a desensitization test."

"...And then?" Miao Xun's heart was pounding.

"Then," Xue Fang stroked the boy's neck with his slender knuckles, feeling the throbbing pulse under the skin, "May I ripen it for you?"