After this battle, go home and get married [Interstellar]

Yan Xueshan's cheeks were flushed, he snorted softly, and said disdainfully: "How can I get drunk after eating sweet wine?"

But the tone of his speech was so soft that Arthur's bones were almost shattered, and he was completely different from usual, but he himself didn't seem to notice it at all.

Arthur never knew how much Yan Xueshan could drink.

Because of all the banquets, Yan Xueshan will either not participate, and will never drink alcohol when he participates, saying that after drinking, his hand holding the sniper rifle will be unstable.

Yan Xueshan is as cold as ice, no one can persuade him to drink.

Arthur didn't expect Yan Xueshan to drink so lightly that the drunk master was as obedient as a child, snuggling into his arms.

Sitting on his lap, wrapping his arms around his neck, leaning sideways on his shoulders, this is a proactive approach that has never been seen before... As if he had let go of all the cold defenses, Yan Xueshan's body temperature It was hotter than usual, his hands, feet and cheeks were hot, as if they were about to melt into his arms, and melted quietly.

Right now, the Yanxue Mountain in his arms can almost be said to be picked by the emperor.

Arthur couldn't help getting hot, his sweet and greasy pheromones almost filled the whole room, when Yanxue Mountain was sober, he coaxed and lied, but now he was confused, but he became more disciplined and didn't dare to move .

The main reason is that he is afraid that if he moves, he will not be able to bear it anymore.

Yan Xueshan treated him as a human-shaped stool, adjusted the comfortable position in his arms, sat for a while, moved, sat for a while, and moved again.

For some reason, I became a chatterbox, and for the first time in my life, I talked to him a lot:

"Your chest muscles are well trained, it's really comfortable to lean on, and it's so elastic."

"I still remember when I first met you, you were not so tall, you were only 19 years old at that time, right? Then you actually grew a lot later. That's great."

"To be honest, at first I thought you were going to die the next day, and you laughed like a fool. I didn't expect you to live to the end."

"Why on earth do you want to marry me? I've been thinking about this question."

"I've known you for six years, and I recently realized that I don't seem to know you very well. Do you have any political purpose in wanting to marry me? Or do you want to coax me to go back and machine armor with you?"

Hearing this, Arthur couldn't stand it anymore, and said angrily, "There is no political purpose."

"I want to marry you just because I love you, I just want to marry you, I want you to have me."

Yan Xueshan was dizzy and said seriously: "I don't agree with what you said, everyone is independent, and it shouldn't be said who owns who."

"You might as well coax me to go back to the machine armor."

"I quite like the machine armor with you, it makes me feel very comfortable mentally, much more comfortable than having sex with you."

Arthur: "..."

Is Master praising him?Or hurt him?

He hugged Arthur with his whole body, put his chin on Arthur's shoulder, tilted his head, and said, "I miss Artemis so much, I miss her so much."

Knowing that he couldn't listen, Arthur murmured to himself, "Don't you miss me?"

As he spoke, he turned around, leaned his back against Arthur's chest, and began to count with his fingers, "In my heart, you are ranked sixth. Let me count for you."

"The first is my homeland, the Galactic Federation. The second is my parents. The third is my adoptive father. The fourth is Artemis. The sixth!——is you."

Arthur chuckled softly.

Yan Xueshan turned his face back, looked at his chin, and asked, "Aren't you curious who the fifth one is?"

Arthur replied confidently: "It's a sniper rifle."

Yan Xueshan said: "Wow, you are so smart."

So cute.

Arthur took a deep breath, suppressed the thought of wanting to press Yan Xueshan on the sofa, and said, "Master, get up, go to sleep for a while. You are really drunk."

Yan Xueshan was dissatisfied: "Don't make noise, I haven't finished talking yet."

Arthur said with a smile: "All right, you say it. I will listen."

Yan Xueshan turned around again, put both hands on his shoulders, sat up as straight as possible, looked directly at him, exhaled warm, tinged with the aroma of sweet wine:

"Arthur, are you really going to marry me? Even if I'm mentally handicapped?"

"Even if I will never fall in love with you for the rest of my life, do you still want to marry me?"

The voice fell lightly.

Arthur couldn't help but laugh.

The night is silent.

Arthur stared at him, his eyes were gentle and floating like a deep stream of still water, so deep that he could suck in a person's soul, and said very seriously: "Well, I still want to marry you."

"Even if you don't love me like I love you, I still want to marry you."

Yan Xueshan looked at him half-understood, and commented: "...idiot."

Arthur said, "That's your fool."

Urging again, as if avoiding something: "Stop talking, Master, go to sleep. I guess you will forget about it when you get up tomorrow."

Yan Xueshan was not happy. He straddled Arthur's lap, straightened his upper body, bent over, looked down at Arthur, and patted Arthur's face: "Why do you keep urging me to go to bed? I'm so annoying."

Arthur suddenly became a little irritable and had a ferocious breath. He straightened up, and his shadow was covering Yan Xueshan's body, as thick as black ink: "Master, go to sleep. If you don't go to sleep, I can't promise you what will happen to you."

Yan Xueshan didn't ask him what he was going to do, he knew it in his heart.

Arthur didn't say anything.

Both of them looked at each other, as if tiny sparks were beating, their eyes were gradually burning, and they were like silk threads, intertwined and intertwined. At this moment, everything was silent, and only each other remained in their eyes.

Arthur quietly raised his head and approached, as if offering himself, begging Yan Xueshan to give him a kiss.

His hand around Yanxueshan's thin and narrow limbs was also along his thin back, his fingers clasped together, and climbed to the back of his neck, he held it gently, and stroked it with the pulp of his thumb.

Yan Xueshan didn't know what was going on with him, so he softened like this, and kissed Arthur gently.

Go further than last time.

It was more affectionate than the first time.

The clothes of the two fell all the way from the dining table to the bed in the bedroom.

The flower clusters on the branches outside the window are covered with night dew, trembling and trembling in the rushing and gentle wind.

Yan Xueshan was in a daze, vaguely aware of what was going on.

But the alcohol made his body feel weird, melting.

He was going to grab Arthur's hand.

But Arthur held his hand in an instant, intertwining his fingers.

Yan Xueshan's voice was knocked into fragments and swayed: "...Why did I get raped again?"

Arthur asked: "Is it comfortable? Master. Is there something wrong?"

Yan Xueshan found it difficult to think, his head was running hot, and said, "I don't know...the bed is too soft..."

It's too soft.

Let his whole body be trapped in it, unable to resist.

Arthur picked him up: "Then you grab my back."

Yan Xueshan was a little embarrassed to recall what happened later.

Especially when he woke up the next morning, he saw several reddish scratches on Arthur's back.

—he knew he had caught it all.

Not because of pain.

It was because of a... strange feeling.He can't describe it.Confused people's consciousness.

When washing.

Arthur is shirtless, taking a selfie of his back in the mirror.

Click, click, keep shooting.

Yan Xueshan: "What are you doing?"

Arthur: "I want to show off to others."

Yan Xueshan: "?"

Yan Xueshan lowered his head, frowned and thought for a while, then said seriously: "No."

Arthur: "Haha, I'm just kidding."

He laughed dryly twice, but Yan Xueshan ignored him at all.

Yan Xueshan changed into dark green overalls, waterproof military boots, and hemp gloves.

The work uniform was well cut, and it looked like a military uniform without military badges on Yan Xueshan. Arthur couldn't help looking at it, and said, "It's the first day of class, so I probably won't go to the fields."

Yan Xueshan: "It's convenient."

Arthur froze for a moment, then asked again: "...Master, are you in good health? Does it still hurt?"

Yan Xueshan: "It's fine."

Arthur was afraid that he would be uncomfortable.

But last night, he worked so hard, Yan Xueshan seemed to be fine, and he was in a delicate mood.

So cold.

Although Yan Xueshan had always been indifferent to him, today he was too indifferent, the spring water that had melted in his arms all night turned back to ice.

It's colder than ever.

"boom."

Close the door.

Yan Xueshan left without looking back, and didn't even say goodbye to him.

Yan Xueshan remembered what happened last night.

all.