It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

Leng Buding was dragged down, directly facing his handsome face, and Mute didn't respond.

The low ‘I care’ word penetrated into his ears, and suddenly his heart beat, and his chest tightened suddenly.

The pair of dark blue pupils bearing the stars are reflecting his face, focused and pressing, and the scorching eyes seem to swallow him all in.

He stared at each other with those deep eyes. The man looked at his eyes too bright and scorching, which made him full of eyes, but forgot about the others for a while.

The man's hand grasping his arm was loosened and lifted, the knuckle forefinger slightly bent, and the slightly cold finger lightly brushed the pale pink mark on his cheek.

Obviously it was slightly cold skin. When he brushed his cheek, it looked like a soldering iron. The hot boy was shocked and straightened up and took a step back.

He covered his face, the side that was brushed by the major general's fingers, and the place where his hand was covered was very hot.

One of his faces was so red at the moment, but he didn't know why his face was so hot that he couldn't help panic.

He opened his mouth and closed it again. The room was so quiet that he didn't know why he couldn't make a sound, and could only stare at the dark blue eyes that looked at him.

Ding Dong.

The doorbell rang suddenly, breaking the embarrassing silence at the moment, and letting the teenager who was at a loss be relieved instantly.

"I'll open the door."

He said that turning around almost ran to the door.

The major general sat still, looking at the back of the child who looked what looked like a deserted child, Dan Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

As soon as the door opened, Mute saw a young, handsome attendant standing outside the door, bowing politely to himself, then lifted his hands, and two silver-white square trays floating beside him flew to Mute. In front of me.

Different delicate dishes are placed on two trays, giving off a fragrant aroma.

"This is a meal for two."

The attendant said so politely, saluted again, and then left.

Mute closed the door, and the two metal trays acted on their own. One flew steadily to the major general sitting on the sofa, and one honestly followed Mute.

After Mute sat down on the sofa opposite Major-General, the tray was lowered slightly, just the height that Mute could reach as soon as she sat down.

After tossing for such a long time, he was already hungry. Now, when the meal comes, Mute is polite to pick up the knife and fork and eat.

This meal looks delicate and delicious, just don't know how it tastes.

The young man thought so, and when he ate it, his eyes suddenly lighted.

He always felt that the taste of food in the interstellar era was quite strange, so he had no hope for this meal in the beginning-now he knows that the food in the interstellar era can still be saved.

The royal family is the royal family. Although the taste of these meals is still not as good as those of the delicious dishes on the earth, compared with the things he eats on the ship, Mute is moved to tears.

I was hungry at first, and the taste of the second meal was really good. The teenager almost devoured everything.

A few minutes later, as soon as he lowered the knife and fork, the metal tray flew out of the open window without him talking. Lying on the soft sofa, Mute only felt satisfied, and even the tingling pain on her left shoulder felt a lot lighter.

But before he was comfortable, he felt something was wrong.

Looking up, he was suddenly surprised.

"Aren't you eating?"

he asks.

Another metal square tray was hovering steadily in front of the major general. The meal on it was still delicate and good-looking at the beginning, even the knife and fork placed next to it did not move.

The Major General was sitting opposite him like this, motionless, Dan Feng's eyes drooped slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

As Mute asked, Major General Troll looked up at him, but did not answer, but looked down at his right hand again.

Mute reacted in an instant, and regretted it immediately, which pot he could not lift, and the major general's right hand was being wrapped with a ball of liquid to heal the wound. There was no way to eat with a knife and fork.

"Well, that, elemental fluid ...?"

He remembered that Major General did not like to eat meals much, and was more accustomed to drinking the elemental fluid similar to motor oil.

If it's that kind of thing, it's much simpler, just unscrew the lid and pour directly into your mouth.

"Did not bring."

Major General said.

"Then ... I'll talk to the attendant and change you for porridge or something?"

That way, you don't need a knife and fork, just use your left hand to scoop and eat.

"No need."

"But how do you eat like this?" Said the teenager in a dilemma, "you can't move your right hand."

Major General glanced at Mute.

"You have hands."

He said, understatement.

"what?"

What's the use of my hand? It ’s not me. I want you to eat it now.

If you can't do it, you can treat my hand as if you can't--

……and many more.

The teenager suddenly realized.

The major general, though simple, was very clear.

Mute's hand can be used, his hand can not be used, then, of course, it is necessary to use Mute's hand to help him eat.

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Is it okay for you, Major-General, to let others feed you?

Don't you feel embarrassed?

...

Anyway, Mute only imagined that he was feeding the major general, and suddenly the whole person was a little bad.

"That's not good?"

The boy's mouth twitched.

"Oh."

The major general did not force it, he gave a faint whisper, and then said, "Withdraw."

As soon as he spoke, the metal tray, which had remained motionless in front of him, moved, and obediently flew towards the open window.

"Wait, wait--wait!"

Mute reached for the plate to fly away.

Major General Troll was already injured. If you don't eat and supplement your nutrition, the injury will be more difficult to heal.

He thought about it, looking at Major General's right hand with his eyes, and seeing the shocking scar with bones in his palm, his heart was soft.

The major general had been injured so severely in order to save him. Now it is just for him to feed him. He still has to push back and forth. He is really sorry for the major general.

The other side is the wounded or wounded. Don't think too much about it, just wait for the wounded.

While working so **** psychological construction, Mute picked up the knife and fork, cut a piece of meat, dipped the juice from the bottom of the plate, and then sent the fork to the mouth of the young man.

Although he kept thinking in his heart that he was taking care of the wounded, his movement was still stiff, and he almost lifted his fork to the major general's mouth with a sigh of relief.

He glanced at Major General's face.

The major general sat quietly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and slender eyelashes cast a rosy shadow on the snow-like skin.

The dark hair, which was like the darkest night hair, was scattered on the cheek, showing an extreme but beautiful contrast with that white skin.

The pale lips are very thin, reflecting the sunlight coming in from the window, with a pearly luster.

I don't know why, Mute felt his face become hot in an instant, he suddenly felt inexplicably embarrassed, and didn't even dare to look at the beautiful face of Jun Mei again, just peeped to confirm that the fork was lifted to the major He turned his gaze quickly to the side of his mouth.

Because he moved too fast, he couldn't see the lip corner of Major General's lips that raised very lightly.

The cold, thin lips opened wide, revealing the white teeth inside.

Major General Troll opened his mouth to bite at the food delivered to his mouth--

Slam!

The door was heavily opened, and a sweaty red-haired man appeared at the door out of breath, yelling openly.

"BoSS, are you okay? I heard that you were attacked with that little fellow! How about it? The injuries are not serious, I will now--"

The remaining half of Robin's words fell into his throat.

He opened his eyes wide and looked in horror at the scene in the room where the boy was feeding his BoSS, which was scary to him, and his eyes were almost protruding.

With Robin's almost frightened gaze, Mute's face went red.

He snapped his fork down and stood up sharply.

"I'll go get another bowl of porridge," he blushed and said, "that's digestible."

As he said, he hurried over, past the silly Robin who stood at the door.

No no no-don't go! You go on! When I have never been there!

The red-haired major who watched Mute's leaving and finally reacted with such sorrow in his heart.

"I will go with you!"

As he said that, he pulled his legs and tried to keep up.

But a cry of solitude from behind made his legs stiffen as if frozen.

"Robin, come here."

The major general sitting on the sofa said that his tone was light and he could not hear any emotions.

Do you know what despair is?

There was only one such word in his mind at the moment.

Wiping his face hard, turning back hard, Major Redhead took a deep breath.

He took a heavy step towards the direction of his BoSS, with a sad look on his face.

BoSS, ask for light abuse, alas.

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The lesson of Robin ’s inhumane and terrible innocence is not to be mentioned, anyway, Mute's meat porridge brought by you will leave your Excellency, and all the people and the original meals will be withdrawn intact.

Then, Major General took a bottle of elemental liquid the size of thumb from his body with his left hand and drank it.