It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

Admiral Troll fell asleep again, and this time he fell asleep at the table.

At that time, Mute was content with biting what he had made, and occasionally the sauce caught the corner of his mouth and licked his tongue. He ate happily, just like eating the most delicious food in the world, although he knew that his craft was actually ordinary, which was better than a novelty.

To be honest, in the period of the palace, although the king girl bullied him when he was okay, and instructed him to stop before and after running, he really did not treat him badly. Probably knowing why he is a foodie, the meals given to him are basically not the same every day. They are the elaborate works of the Royal Palace chef, and the taste is not a little stronger than his own.

But during that time, he had a lot of heart, and was worried that the major general was over there, and was annoyed by the wayward behavior of the king daughter. No matter how delicious it was, he couldn't swallow it.

Now that everything is settled, returning to Ishtar, he will never consider the nutritionally balanced but true food on the flagship, and he decisively plunged himself into the kitchen.

Even if he is just crafty, it definitely kills the nutritious meal that tastes like paste. In the past, Admiral Troll always frowned when he saw the food he made. Sometimes he would take away at least half of it directly, and use action to make him eat less. No matter how he protested, it was useless. But this time Troll didn't say anything, just followed him in silence, sat beside him, didn't talk much, just looked at him quietly and ate.

Mute, who had been staring at the pair of dark blue pupils, thought about it and gave a small portion of food to the admiral. The admirer raised his eyebrows to look at him and ate a little, but did not eat more. But in the end, Mute had eaten his share, but felt that he did n’t eat enough, and wanted to eat more. When he turned to see that the admiral had moved only a little, he thought that it was not good to waste food, simply Finish it yourself.

Thinking about it this way, he looked up and looked up, and wanted to talk, but as soon as he looked up, he saw the man sitting beside him falling asleep again.

Admiral Troll was sitting in a chair with his hand on the table, supporting his cheeks, facing him.

The dark hair had dried up and there were no traces of wetness. It became more like silky velvet and slid down the white cheeks. The man closed his eyes, and his slender eyelashes dropped a light shadow on his cheek. The thin lips that were pursed for a long time now opened slightly, exhaling a slight breath.

Slept again.

Mute lay on the table and stared at the good-looking face, this time did not want to reach out to touch. If he reaches out, he will probably wake up again.

Isn't this person not sleeping at all during this time?

Although his eyes were sharp and energetic when he was awake, in the light sleep, the closed eyes leaked a little tiredness, something that Mute had never seen in this man.

He looked at the breath that the man spit out, he looked at the corners of the man's stretched eyes, he looked at the hair that slipped off the man, and he thought he finally knew the feeling of the entire chest becoming soft when looking at a person . The corners of his lips rose involuntarily, just sitting here, watching the man's sleeping face, his heart seemed to soften.

It's like he just sat here to eat just now, and this man also wanted to sit and look at him.

Although it is very powerful to sit and fall asleep, it is uncomfortable after all.

Mute tilted her head and thought for a while, looked at the tall, muscular body, and looked at herself ... the princess's life is probably impossible.

But he also has his way.

The boy stood up, a blue flame was burning in his pupils, the tiny flame was flashing, and a pale blue streamer that was almost invisible to the naked eye flowed from his side to Admiral Troll's side. The body of the general who was sleeping lightly lifted up and floated in the air.

Succeeded.

Mute himself was a little surprised.

Gal's power is the materialization of spiritual power. Noah once said that because Troll's mental power is also extremely powerful, it is difficult for Gal's power to have any effect on it. But now when this man's mental strength is slightly lowered because of deep sleep, the most important thing is that the admiral has no defense against him, so he can successfully use Gaja's power to float his body.

Mute thought about it, and let the admiral float in the air for a while, then let the admiral's body fall directly on the sofa next to it. After all, the bedroom is a bit far away, and the door needs to be opened. It would be bad if the general wakes up and wakes up.

He stood on the sofa, leaned over and looked at the admiral for a while, and wanted to confirm whether the other party was still asleep, but as soon as he approached, he heard the admiral humming lowly, his body turned a bit, and the subconscious screen immediately He took a breath and dared not move.

However, the admiral seemed to just turn his lower body slightly in light sleep, from the initial lying on his back to the side, the dark hair slid down on the soft sofa armrest, and the small half of his cheek sunk in. Lips are light, and from the perspective of Mute's leaning down, his eyes are more delicate and picturesque.

Especially the slender eyelashes, like a fan, make people feel itchy when they move slightly.

The teenager suddenly remembered that Admiral Troll seemed to particularly like to kiss the corners of his eyes, and he also liked the touch of his lashes across his lips when he blinked-what was it like?

He squatted by the sofa thinking about it, and looked at the long eyelashes of the admiral again, because of curiosity, his heart became more itchy.

Mute looked carefully at the admiral and confirmed that the admiral had no sign of waking up for a while. This looked like a thief who looked left and right-even if he knew that there was definitely no one in the room, but the teenager was a thief guilty- He took a deep breath, held his breath, and moved his face carefully.

The man has a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes. Although he looks sharp when he opens his eyes, he is also very good looking. When the eyes are closed, the curvature of the corner of the eye is also slightly raised.

The teenager was a little nervous. Although he took the initiative to kiss the admiral, he didn't do it often, at most, he kissed his cheek, and he was usually taken away by the admiral. He had never done such an act of stealing a kiss. I can feel my heart beating a lot faster for a while.

Holding his breath, Mute's lips carefully moved in, and kissed the corner of Troll's eyes, like a dragonfly drenching water, and touched as if it exploded like an electric shock.

He couldn't even feel that he had just kissed the soft eyelashes of the admiral or touched the corner of the admiral's eyes.

However, it was such a slight imperceptible touch that made him feel that his cheeks were hot, and the squatting body huffed when he got up and walked away-he just took a step in panic and felt that he was moving too much. It's easy to be noisy, so the next step becomes much lighter.

He left the sofa lightly, then packed the leftovers on the table in the lightest possible motion, and plunged into the kitchen while holding those plates.

The teenager did not see, when he slipped into the kitchen, behind him, the general who was sleeping on the sofa suddenly opened his eyes.

Narrow and phoenix eyes looked at Mute's back, and those dark blue pupils reflected the light, as if they were slightly bright, and there was a sense of pampering in that gaze.

He rubbed his eyes.

Almost a bit.

he thinks.

As the subject of the attack, he was naturally the most powerful. Mute's lips just touched his eyelashes and left without touching them.

He thought about it, and closed his eyes again. Although the boy was in the kitchen, with his extremely sharp hearing, he could faintly hear the boy's steady breathing, and a slight plate from the kitchen. The sound of the collision, somehow makes people feel at ease.

He thought that was probably the reason why he fell unconsciously twice in a row in this short period of time.

...

Throwing the plates at will in the kitchen, and Mute walked out to take a look at the sofa. The man on the sofa was naturally still asleep. The temperature in the room was very good, and it was very suitable not to be cold or hot, so there was no need to cover the quilt. Maybe it would wake up people.

The teenager hesitated, and sat down on the single sofa beside the admiral's couch. The single-seat sofa was very large. He sat in and stepped on his knees, and the whole person was deeply trapped in the soft sofa. He just nestled in the sofa like this, and clicked the button on the side of the armrest. A light curtain appeared in front of him, and at the same time, a looming light extended from the light curtain and penetrated into his ear. Only he could hear it. He casually clicked on the light curtain a few times and chose an entertainment program that seemed very boring and old-fashioned to him. The entertainment program was boring, but he still watched it with interest.

He was lazily lying in the sofa, his body was wrapped in a soft sofa, and the reassuring person was sleeping peacefully beside him. When he turned his head, he could see the man's face.

Look at the prosperous beauty of the general, and look at the so-called interstellar male stars and female stars in the entertainment show in the light curtain ...

Well, none of them look good.

The teenager thought so, and was content.

The years are quiet, this moment of tranquility may be forever.

In the middle of the night, the mood was calm and full, and the drowsiness came in, so the boy slept with his head tilted. The light that had penetrated into his ears slowly disappeared after he fell asleep, and the light curtain in front of him stopped broadcasting and disappeared into the air.

He just crooked himself into the soft sofa and slept soundly.

As soon as he fell asleep, the man who seemed to have been sleeping quietly opened his eyes.

Admiral Troll sat up and raised his hand, his knuckle fingers pierced into the thick black hair, and curled his forehead that blocked the sight back, revealing a half-white forehead.

The man looked at the boy nestled in the sofa, and a sword eyebrow lowered slightly, as if dissatisfied.

He was still waiting for the child to continue attacking him while he was sleeping, but he fell asleep so much on his own, and what entertainment shows he went to ... Well, those so-called star stars can have him Does it look good?

Thinking about this, Admiral Troll, got up and walked over, hugging the child easily.

Long and narrow Feng Feng glanced at the bedroom door and groaned for a second. Instead of walking towards the bedroom, he walked back to the sofa on which he was lying and lay down again.

Although the sofa in the admiral's hall is high-grade soft and spacious, two people are still narrow when lying down, so it is taken for granted that the admiral lies on the sofa and puts the sleeping boy in his arms to let him lie down On yourself.

There was no such keen sense of the admiral. The nervous Mute didn't realize he had changed places and continued to sleep. He just lay on the top and moved his chest to a more comfortable position.

As soon as Mute moved, the admiral naturally looked down.

The boy lay on his side slightly, because after the shower he changed into a comfortable short-sleeved shirt, the neckline was unusually spacious, because just now, one side of the neckline slipped down, exposing Mute's small shoulder.

The skin of the teenager was not as white as that of Troll, but it was smooth and tender, as delicate as a baby. The loose clothes were empty and looked down the teenager's slender neck, and he could see a little thin chest.

Also, the pale chest is a little pink under the soft cloth ...

The young admiral moved his throat as if swallowing.

He forced himself to stare out of the collar of the empty jacket for a long time, then took a deep breath, his brows tightened, as if suppressing something.

Forcing myself to close my eyes, hold the person in my arms tightly, and the admiral tried to make himself fall into a dream ... Although the little pink on the fair skin in my head was lingering.

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As early as the morning, Colonel Via came to the door of his boss.

The door opened, and he went into the living room. As soon as he looked up, he couldn't help twitching.

Admiral Troll was lying on his side on the sofa. It seemed that he had slept there last night, and the admiral's left arm was still surrounded by the dark-haired boy. The boy was all in his arms and slept. Very heavy.

The admiral was awake, otherwise he would not open the door and let him in. At this moment he leaned leaning against the side of the sofa, his left hand clenched the person in his arms, and his slender eyes glanced at him.

Before Via had time to speak, she saw the general's right hand raised, her index finger on her lips, and a soft gesture to him.

As soon as the colonel was about to say it out loud, he immediately choked in his throat, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

He and his boss looked at each other for a few seconds, watching the boss lower his head to look at the boy in his arms. How did that look look so doted to the extreme ... He twitched at the corner of his eye, and finally sighed, lowering the volume and speaking Whispered.

"His Excellency, Robbin is escorted over there ..."

When Via reported, Troll lowered his eyes slightly, and half of his eyelashes were hidden. He held the person in his arms and gently stroked the sleeping teenager's black hair with his right hand.

But the room was too quiet, so even though Via reduced the sound as much as possible, there was still noise in this quiet room. Coupled with the movement of touching the hair by the general, Mute, who had been sleeping for a long time, woke up stupidly.

He wasn't completely awake, but was still awake and half asleep. When he looked up, he lowered his eyes with Troll to see him.

The admiral looked at him, and Mo Lan's pupil glowed slightly, as if a streamer was flowing on the edge of the pupil iris, and the fine eyelashes were caught on it.

The drowsy teenager suddenly remembered what he had done before falling asleep.

Did you arrive at that time?

It seems not.

He wondered stupidly.

Always feel uneasy.

he thinks.

Anyway, now I am dreaming, do whatever I want--

The young man thought so, stretched out his hand, looked at his admiral, pulled his head down, and brought himself up, and kissed the fine eyelashes and the beautiful blue eyes.

After kissing, he let go a little, and slid sleepy eyes up and down looking at the admiral's face that was pulled close to him by him.

Well, my man looks so good.

Mute, who kissed Admiral Troll and kissed him, thought cheerfully, and hugged the admiral in his arms, and went to sleep contentedly again, completely treating it as a dream.

Admiral Troll: "..."

Colonel Via: "........."

"Via."

"Yes."

"Continue reporting."

"……Yes."

Colonel Qingfa answered blankly.