Congratulations to the lazy worm for being a father [Zerg]

"dimension--"

Huge's thin body was pressed against the rough wall, and his back was hurting. He just uttered a word when Victor blocked him hard, and his throat whimpered involuntarily.

"Um..."

The sudden enthusiasm caused Sugar's analytical brain to shut down instantly, as if tied to a knot, unable to think.

Victor took advantage of the gap, clamped Sugar's chin with one hand and raised it forcefully, his scorching lips wrapped around the tip of Silly's tongue that neither dodged nor refused.

Sugar wanted to speak but was kissed even deeper, his black eyes widened in shock, and the reflections in his eyes were full of the handsome features of his good roommate who was close at hand.

The strong sensory stimulation lifted the temperature accumulated for many years, and the spine felt numb. The little male worm took great effort to grasp the last trace of clarity, brought the drifting consciousness back to reality, and grabbed Victor's collar and pulled it down hard. .

Victor noticed the refusal, and retreated knowingly, the action of picking off the ambiguous crystal line with the tip of his tongue before leaving made Sugar's face flushed, and it was hard to tell whether it was shyness or anger.

"Victor!" Sugar lowered his voice angrily to express his dissatisfaction.

Even if a good roommate wants to... choose a more secret place, this stairwell is the only way out of the building, anyone who gets up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom can see it!

In the darkest night sky before dawn, the moonlight was slanting, and Victor was condescending, entangled in Sugar's extremely hot eyes, intertwined with the cold pupil color into a huge net of temptation.

"You smell like him." Victor said, his voice was hoarse, stirring the hearts of insects.

Who he is is self-evident.

Females are no less possessive of their mates than males, and are even more sensitive to smells because of their sharp eyes and ears.

Just holding hands during the day, leaving Xio to sleep with Ethan's smell all over his body, Victor couldn't stand it.

Um?Sugar blinked his big innocent eyes, belatedly comprehending the lover's accusation.

Good roommate jealous? !

The little male couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and he wasn't shy anymore, his smile was like an elf under the moon: "I made it clear to him."

Victor was still not very happy, turned his face away, and avoided Sugar's proactive kiss.

angry?The kind that can't be coaxed well?

The salted fish king is facing the first major difficulty in love: how to coax an angry lover.

Hmm... After three seconds of hard thinking, Huge, who has mastered mathematics and physics, is familiar with astronomy and geography, and is proficient in strategic deployment, is sure and sure that he has no clue at all.

What can we do? For the first time, Sugar experienced the feeling of high school students being at a loss in the face of space physics.

He thought for a moment and felt that his heart was not as good as his action: "Victor~"

Calling softly and tenderly, Sugar held Victor's face to prevent him from hiding, and bit his upper lip with what he thought was a domineering and powerful posture.

The warm, soft, and moist touch stimulated the cerebral cortex. When he remembered the scene of being pressed down and forced to kiss by his good roommate just now, Sugar's ears were on fire, and he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be an ostrich.

Perhaps infected by the smile, or the lingering call, Victor, who was originally depressed, suddenly figured out why the female father, who spends all day in the laboratory and is indifferent to foreign objects, falls in love with the male father.

It's probably the feeling of peace of mind when you see him, and the extreme warmth of satisfaction when you hold him as if you own the whole world.

It doesn't need to be earth-shattering, and it doesn't need to be inseparable, just open the door and he is right in front of you, giving yourself a warm, relaxed and safe hug.

Victor pressed closer, with his right leg slightly bent, his knee squeezed between Sugar's legs, allowing him to sit on his lap, and his clamping hands slowly moved from his chin to his waist to hold Sugar tightly in his arms.

His thin and thin body seemed to contain infinite warmth, which could accommodate his cold heart and fill his vacant soul.

The next day, Sugar was awakened by chaotic shouts.

This sleep was extremely sweet, as if he was in a sea of ​​down, surrounded by large white goose down, which was comfortable and warm.

"Hey, wake up, get up, the project team is loading the car, we should go too, I don't want to stay in this damn place for a second." Michelle, who came back to pack her things, saw Sugar woke up, and said hello, Then continue to fold the sleeping bag.

"Okay." Going out on a mission is not like going to school, you can be late, you can be absent from class, and group missions are about teamwork, so you have to get used to it and act with the team.

Sugar quickly got out of the sleeping bag, turned around and stacked...stacked...

No, didn't I sleep on the left side?Why did it come out of the sleeping bag on the right?On the right is Victor's sleeping bag!

Michelle winked teasingly at Sugar, holding the rolled sleeping bag in her arms, bent down to Sugar's ear exaggeratedly: "Is Miller so um...? Squeezed dry?"

"What?" Sugar was taken aback.

The team didn't come back until [-]:[-] in the morning, and now at [-]:[-] in the morning, they slept for four hours, which was far from enough for Sugar, who sleeps for fourteen hours a day to perform normally, so he was a little confused and didn't understand what Michelle meant. .

"Oh, we know each other so well, don't pretend." Michelle nudged Sugar with a smirk on her face, "I saw you when Miller brought you back, I didn't expect you kid to be serious. , actually quite relaxed, just outside..."

Michelle was born in the scouting force, and his vigilance was more than a star and a half higher than that of the researchers in the project team. Any troubles around him could not escape his ears.

"Wait, wait a minute, you said I was brought back by Victor?!" The expression called "unbelievable" jumped repeatedly in Sugar's wide-open eyes.

After talking to Ethan yesterday, he was attacked by a jealous good roommate on the way back to sleep... Sugar traced back the memory, and found a blank space!

The last fragment left in the memory is Victor's gentle and tender kiss, and then nothing else.

I actually fell asleep halfway——!

No matter how entangled Sugar was, Michelle gave him a look of "you don't need to explain, I understand", turned around and left with the sleeping bag in his arms.

Sugar was a step too late, caught a lonesome, stopped in mid-air to face Michelle's receding back, full of grievances and had nowhere to cry out.

No, don't go, it's not what you think, we didn't do anything!

However, the little male worm squatted on the ground dejectedly, folded the sleeping bag very rudely, pinched and kneaded it as if it was Victor, and wished he could lie down on it and take two bites.

Unscrupulous and ostentatious, I am too used to being a good roommate, so I must educate her well in the future!

Thinking of Sugar, he turned over the small ledger with Victor's name in his heart, and drew a stroke. The palm-sized first page was just enough to make up the complete word "正".

"How many words can I save before graduation?" Huge murmured as he poked the page with his fingertips.

The sleeping bag, which was tortured for no reason, finally escaped from the clutches, and wept with joy.

After the convoy was assembled and set off one by one, Taka was getting farther and farther behind. While Ethan was relieved from the bottom of his heart, he couldn't help but feel apprehensive.

The tragic situation in the buffer zone undoubtedly added a heavy stroke to his ordinary past, which was dripping with blood and caused heavy psychological burden and pressure.

Ethan wasn't sure what would happen to him if he stayed in Taka, insensitive?hope?Or the walking dead?

He doesn't want to and doesn't want to become like this, this is not the life he wants.

The return journey was still bumpy. A few hours later, the convoy arrived at the outpost of Huiyao. The failure of the tracking plan was beyond Noah’s expectations. He communicated with the team briefly through video, got first-hand information and left in a hurry. The command of the team was handed over to the intelligence department.

Aub did everything possible, and he did not hesitate to take part in the tracking operation under the pretext of losing the chip. Firstly, he wanted to find an opportunity to recapture the "antique", and secondly, he wanted to show Nanguo a show.

What will Nanguo think when he sees Huiyao teaming up with Orb?As long as they are not stupid, they are definitely facing a big enemy. It would be even better if their king was more aggressive and took the initiative to find trouble with Hui Yao. With three birds with one stone, Orb would be the biggest winner by sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai.

Although Gordon didn't get any antiques, Orb's goal of demonstrating against the southern country was achieved. He had already endured to the limit and wanted to leave immediately.

Before leaving, Gordon went to Victor as usual, but was completely destroyed by Sugar's interference. He was so angry that he ignored the noble etiquette, turned around and left.

As a competent attendant, Karl appeared in time to take over the work of cleaning up the aftermath, so as to ensure Gordon's perfect aristocratic image.

"Your Excellency is eager to contact the Grand Duke, and if you are rude, you still look at Haihan. On behalf of Your Excellency, I would like to wish you prosperity and prosperity, and leave."

Carl put his left hand on his chest, leaned slightly, and followed Gordon to the airport in a car.

The team members washed up briefly, and after lunch, Sugar walked up to Ethan and said solemnly, "You stay at the outpost, and return to Fort Remington with the project team tomorrow."

The tracking task entering the buffer zone was very stimulating to Ethan. Sugar didn't want him to be traumatized, so he tried to persuade him to give up the follow-up task and go back to recuperate for a few days.

"What about you?" Ethan asked.

"I'm going across the border to the Southland," Sugar replied.

Without hesitation and understatement, he said it as easily as if he was going abroad for vacation, and it was completely impossible to see that it was the first time to perform a special mission.

Orb can get away, but Huiyao can't. The intelligence department learned that the antiques flowed to the southern country, and it became more and more sure that there was a problem in the southern country.

Stimulus grass is a plant that is explicitly prohibited by the Blue Star Alliance. Letting the smuggler Kent enter the country is tantamount to roasting himself on the fire. Nanguo, one of the five major countries, will not understand it. The upper echelons of Huiyao are eager to know the buying behind Kent Who is the family.

"I'll go too." Ethan looked back at Sugar, his straight back was a little more tired than the previous two days, as if he had a heavy burden on his shoulders.

"Ethan, you don't need to..." Sugar frowned worriedly.

Ethan shook his head: "This is the first time, and probably the last time to perform a mission with you. I know you don't like me, but I hope you come back safely, otherwise I won't forgive myself."

Sugar couldn't refuse. After all, Ethan was an adult, with his own thoughts and decisions, and didn't need too much interference from others.

Before the words were finished, a soldier at the outpost wearing an imperial uniform ran over, saluted and said, "Sergeant Ethan, sir, please go to the command post."

"Go." Sugar waved goodbye to Ethan, before he put his hands down, suddenly the back of his neck felt cold, like a thorn on his back.

He shrank his neck and turned around, his dark eyes bumped into gray ice pupils unexpectedly.

The good roommate has a handsome and extraordinary face, arms crossed, body leaning against the door of the jeep, slender and powerful long legs crossed and stacked, wearing short boots, and a handsome and tough camouflage combat uniform.

It's just that the eyes are a little... frightening insects.

In the dark stairwell, the lingering kiss, the hot and humid breath on the lips...

The red color is like ink dripping on the rice paper, and it quickly smudges and spreads to the neck at an extremely fast speed, and the little male worm suddenly turns into a cooked prawn.