When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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This kind of conversation fell into Qian Ling's ears, so that he didn't have time to think too much. He gently pulled off the man's sleeve, and said softly, "I will cooperate."

The adjutant on the communicator was a little startled by the sudden sound.

Everyone knows the commander's suspicious personality, which never discusses things in front of others, not to mention that although this voice is small, it is extremely pleasant.

This can't help but remind people of the boy who stayed by the commander's side a few days ago, like the voice that such a good-looking face would make.

It's just that before he had time to think about it, the commander's indifferent voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Don't talk nonsense. Do as I tell you."

Without any speed to make people react, they hung up the communication.

The adjutant who had a bad nose had no choice but to curse in a low voice behind his back, ran to the prison where the researchers were held in a desperate manner, and waved his hand.

"Let everyone go, this is an order from the commander."

The researchers who heard the words stood up one after another, protecting the research materials in their hands.

The people under him were stunned.

"How is this possible? The things in these people's hands cannot be leaked out. Are you sure the commander gave the order to release people instead of beheading them?"

After the subordinate finished speaking, he received a slap immediately.

"You mean that I can mishear even the order?" The adjutant snorted, "I checked it out, and I was reprimanded. The commander is busy flirting with that pretty little savior right now. "

Thinking of that pretty face, everyone present was fascinated, and even the air seemed to become sweeter.

"Do you think the commander really moved his mind--"

"None of your business, hurry up and work."

On the other side, Qian Ling, after hanging up the communication, was secretly thinking about how to convey this news to Xia Si, when a flash of golden color suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

Then he was pulled away with force.

He put his hands on his broad shoulders and sat firmly on the man's lap, and he could feel the strength of the man's muscles wrapped in the suit through the fabric.

Qian Ling suddenly tensed up.

Qian Ling felt the palms holding her waist tightened, and the man's tone was rarely filled with dissatisfaction, "I have done so many things for you, and you don't want to give me some reward?"

"Remuneration, do you want money?" Qian Ling looked embarrassed, "But I don't have money, but I can help you with things."

The embarrassment made his cheeks rosy, the palms of the people watching it itched, and the man's fingers brushed against his ears.

"I am full?"

Qian Ling didn't understand, so she nodded.

The man said lightly: "I'm not full yet."

It was only then that Qianling noticed that the other party had hardly moved his chopsticks just now to serve him food.

He whispered: "Then...you eat slowly?"

Then a fork was stuffed in his hand, and Qian Ling's expression was blank and dazed for a moment.

He heard the other party say lightly: "Hey me."

Qian Ling raised his head abruptly, suspecting that he had heard wrong, but the other party looked at him indifferently, "Why. Can such a simple thing not be done?"

talking in the barrage

--That's it?That's it?I took off my pants, just show me this %3F

——I admit that I am an lsp, I thought it would be in another way, and I was looking forward to it.

——For example, mouth to mouth, isn't this delicious?

——No, sisters, let’s just say, the baby is nestled in your arms, who still cares about whether you are hungry or not, can I suck the baby directly?

……

Qian Ling was also at a loss for such a request, but after hearing his urging, she retorted in a low voice: "I can do it well."

He poked at the nearest dinner plate without paying close attention to what it was.

He had never fed anyone, let alone sat sideways in someone's arms, and even his hand holding the fork was a little unstable.

The round meatballs rolled around on the plate and almost fell out.

There was a light laughter from his side, and the warm breath was against his ear, which almost made Qian Ling feel ashamed.

He could almost imagine that the other party must be looking at him jokingly, for fear of hearing the other party's voice again.

Qianling propped himself up, propped his arm on the table, poked hard with his finger, and firmly hit the ball that was about to escape from prison, and finally saved face.

Holding the fork, he turned around to feed, but found that the other party didn't intend to open his mouth?

Qianling: "?"

He looked blank, "Huh? Don't you like it? Or do you want to eat something else?"

The man in front of him looked at his face with dim eyes, and rolled his Adam's apple deeply.

Qian Ling keenly sensed a hint of crisis, and subconsciously wanted to run away, but found that her wrist was pinned down first.

A slight wind brushed by.

Qian Ling saw the long golden hair like satin in his eyes, the man lowered his noble head, and the straight and straight bridge of the nose was as perfect as a Greek sculpture.

He opened his mouth, bit the ball into his mouth, then raised his eyelids and stared at him unfamiliarly for a moment.

It always makes people feel that he is not eating food, but wants to eat him too.

A body temperature that didn't belong to him came from a small piece of held skin on his wrist.

It is false for Qian Ling to say that she is not nervous.

"It tastes good." The man said, "Go on."

Qian Ling mumbled.

His mind wasn't on this at all, but he was complaining to the system: Did he beat me like this on purpose, telling me not to be a boy, or else he would eat me.

System 663: [In a way, there is no problem with your understanding. 】

Qian Ling only felt that she was very tired from eating this meal, her wrists were burnt red, and she finally had a chance to go back to her room.

After Qian Ling left, the man clicked on the monitor set up in Qian Ling's room while thinking about him.

In the picture, Qian Ling collapsed on the sofa as if relieved from a heavy load, and the hem of his clothes slightly lifted a corner with his large movements, revealing a small piece of snow-white skin.

Slender but not harsh, but delicate and smooth.

Just seeing his movements clearly, the expression on the man's face cracked for a moment.

Qian Ling was constantly rubbing the wrist he held with the other hand, frowning tightly, as if to remove the remaining traces on it.

It's so disgusting to touch him.

It's really unpleasant to think about those damn bugs even when you're by your side.

However, Qianling was completely unaware of all the misunderstandings, he just rubbed his wrist that was scratched with red marks, and complained to the system: Woohoo, he really hit me.

System 663: […]

After complaining that there was no response, Qian Ling could only turn his attention back to his communicator.

When he dialed Xia Si's number, he failed as expected, so he could only go to take a shower and sleep in disappointment.

Except for the discomfort at the beginning, Qian Ling completely forgot that she was still living under the monitor, sleeping so badly that she didn't even know anyone entered the room.

After waking up the next day, Qian Ling felt that the red mark on her wrist had not faded, but had become more obvious.

A circle of red.

Why is this happening?

Qian Ling looked at his wrist with some breakdowns. Although he used to leave scary marks because of bumps and bumps, but when he was caught, he could become so popular, even he himself felt a little unbelievable.

So when eating breakfast, Qian Ling ate less because of the pain in his hand, and didn't talk, looking at his wrist from time to time.

But the person opposite seemed to be in a good mood, and he didn't 'beat' him.

After a silent breakfast, Qian Ling said, "Can I go to Dr. Sun?"

"what happened?"

"I feel uncomfortable in my wrist, and I want some medicine to rub it on."

The man frowned slightly.

"No need to go, I'll wipe it for you."

"No, you still have a lot of things to do, don't waste time with me—"

Before Qian Ling finished speaking, a force suddenly pulled him over again. The scene was similar to yesterday, but this time Qian Ling learned a lesson.

"It's really not necessary, I can come by myself, or I don't need medicine."

"Is that why you hate it when I touch you?"

Qianling was slightly stunned.

In the next second, his cuffs were rolled up, revealing a smooth and white forearm, and the fingerprints and red marks on his wrists looked bright red.

The intelligent robot delivered the ointment.

The slightly cool ointment was applied to the wrist, and Qian Ling shivered slightly from the cold, but afraid of the man in front of him, she could only protest softly, "Really...",

"If you say no, I'll send someone to kill all those bugs right now."

Qianling really shut up obediently.

But he didn't feel very happy in his heart, he didn't even bother to maintain his usual rationality, he pushed hard on the red mark, "If one day I was killed by those things, wouldn't you be sad at all? "

Such words are really weird, as if he was begging the other party to read more of his jealous words, and the man regretted it after he finished speaking.

But before he could open his mouth, Qian Ling's voice was heard.

"I won't let you get hurt, I will protect you, so you don't have to be afraid."

The man raised his eyelids and examined Qian Ling's expression,

However, he could only read undisguised seriousness from that clean little face, and the swelling irritability in his heart seemed to be gently smoothed by a hand, and another layer of itch appeared.

"Protect me?" The man's application of the medicine slowed down, his fingertips rolled over the smooth skin inch by inch, and the cold ointment on his wrist gradually relieved the obvious stinging pain as he massaged.

"It's the first time I've heard someone say that to me."

"You want to contact Xia Si, don't you?"

Qian Ling didn't make a sound, but he was faintly surprised in his heart. The expression on his face thought he was hiding it well.

"You can contact him, but only in front of me," the man wiped off the remaining ointment with a handkerchief, and carefully rolled up Qianling's sleeve.

He stretched out the communicator on his wrist to Qian Ling.

Qian Ling didn't understand his concession.

Whether it was letting him go or allowing him to contact him now, it was inexplicably not like what a person like him would do. The strong sense of contradiction made him feel at a loss for a while.

The man said again: "You only have this chance to call him."