Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Alex slept for a long time.

He didn't even wake up for dinner and slept until the next day.

When he opened his eyes, he looked at the ceiling and calmed down for a long time.

Although my body got some rest last night, my spirit was really uncomfortable.

I haven’t had many dreams since I was a kid, but last night’s dream was filled with scenes from that battle. There were the figures of Steven and the accompanying medic running away with a last hit, the poisonous blades of the Star Bandits, and the mechas. The impact of the explosion...

But then, I seemed to smell a strange fragrance, a very unique smell, like the smell of some kind of ancient earth collection museum.

And along with the fragrance, there seems to be a particularly warm soothing embrace.

Alex couldn't even tell if it was a dream.

He coughed twice and felt that his physical condition was much better, so he got up and got out of bed. When he sat up, he realized that the prison uniform on his body had been replaced by a set of very comfortable home clothes.

But Alex wasn't comfortable at the moment.

He couldn't believe that he was not aware of such a big move like changing clothes, and he didn't even wake up.

After sitting on the bed for a long time, I could only attribute this situation to the sequelae of fatigue after anesthesia.

The more important thing is that now every cell in his body is clamoring for lack of energy and needs to be replenished as soon as possible.

Alex stood up slowly, trying not to disturb the unhealed wound on his abdomen, and tried to open the bedroom door. He was surprised to find that he could actually open it.

What he saw before him was a very unfamiliar decoration. Different from the coldness of his home, this place obviously had a more residential atmosphere.

The unfinished coffee next to the sofa, the neatly arranged slippers on the shoe rack, various mecha ornaments and archive documents all testify to the character and habits of the owner of this villa.

He took out a bottle of nutrient solution from the constant-temperature refrigerator and drank it without changing his expression.

He turned around and faced Jinchen who was wearing an apron and sticking his head out of the kitchen.

"Why did you get out of bed? Does the wound still hurt?"

Alex shook his head subconsciously, and then felt a little annoyed at why he was so obedient.

"Why are you drinking this?"

Jinchen walked out and took out the nutrient solution tube from his hand.

Alex frowned.

Is this person humiliating himself by not allowing him to eat or drink?

Unexpectedly, the next second, Jinchen led him back to the living room and sat down on the sofa. He moved very gently, "I'm already making your breakfast, why are you drinking that thing?"

"Wait, I'll bring it to you."

Alex was stunned for a long time, allowing himself to accept the fact that this man was cooking for him.

"Hall said you still have to avoid food. Fortunately, I still have a lot of food at home, so I made something you can eat."

Jinchen came over with a bowl of porridge and sat next to him.

"I can drink nutrient solution."

Alex resisted.

To be honest, he was afraid that there was some poison in the porridge.

What a panic, a federal general making breakfast for a former enemy general, now a prisoner.

"Open your mouth."

Jinchen directly scooped up the spoon and handed it to his mouth. He couldn't help but say that he was extremely domineering.

Feeling the warmth on his lips, Alex subconsciously opened his mouth, and his mouth was filled.

The taste turned out to be pretty good.

He glanced at Jin Chen and sighed secretly. He accepted it anyway. After taking a few bites, he felt weird and tilted his head slightly.

"I will do it myself."

Jinchen remained motionless, with his arms stretched out and the spoon still placed at his mouth.

He has the attitude of not giving up until he finishes eating.

Alex:"……"

So he finished his first bowl of porridge fed by others.

Why is this person so domineering?

He doesn't make sense at all, he doesn't listen to what people say, he doesn't look like a general, are all the soldiers from the federation ruffians?

Alex dug his fingertips into the sofa and cursed secretly.

"Okay, let's go back to the room and change your dressing."

Jinchen seemed to be in a good mood suddenly and picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth.

"I can do it myself." Alex refused again. This time he tried to persuade Jinchen, "The wound is on the abdomen, I can see it."

"yes."

Jinchen pushed the medicine shelf out, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Then come."

The young former general fell into deep silence as he looked at the dozens of colored potions and ointments in front of him.

Jinchen was overjoyed, "What's wrong, my general doesn't have a favorite color?"

"To shut up."

Alex closed his eyes in anger, leaned back on the sofa, lifted up his shirt, and the meaning was self-evident.

When applying the medicine, Jinchen stopped joking and became extremely serious and meticulous. For fear of being too heavy-handed, he breathed softly and frowned.

The seriousness made Alex almost think that it was not him who was hurt, but him.

Alex was silent, observing Jinchen carefully for the first time.

He had heard of the admiral's reputation many times before.

The extremely beloved adopted son of the President of the Federation, the well-deserved leader of the First Legion, the God of War who returned from fighting on the Hell Planet, and one person who can kill hundreds of Zerg warriors.

These are the evaluations of Jinchen by various media in the empire, and he has even been listed as the most threatening person to the imperial military for ten times in a row.

But it was only heard that the two had never met or appeared on the same battlefield.

Alex's impression of Jinchen could not help but be influenced by the outside world, thinking that he was a fierce and strong man.

I didn't expect it to look like this.

He was very dazzling, with a handsome appearance and an arrogant eyebrow. If it weren't for the gangster spirit that appeared from time to time, people would have never imagined that he could be a famous general of the Federation or a noble son of the empire.

"Everyone looked at me in trance, it's so beautiful."

Jinchen put a new bandage on him, leaned over and smiled.

"Bullshit."

Alex tilted his head, but he held his chin and straightened it.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking that the famous federal general didn't look like a tall and muscular man." Alex's tone was mocking.

Unexpectedly, Jinchen was even more happy when he heard this, "I'm different, but I heard a long time ago that General Alex, the commander of the Empire's five armies, is a rare beauty."

"Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times."

These words reminded Alex of Jinchen's bold words yesterday about "I'm attracted to you."

He wondered from the bottom of his heart, "Are you really just keeping me under house arrest here to recuperate from my injuries?"

"of course not."

Jinchen quickly objected, and just when he almost changed his expression again, he lowered his head and kissed the corner of his lips.

After staying for a few seconds, he stood up and chuckled, "Thanks for the hospitality."

This is another purpose.

Alex actually heard what he meant.

His brain was a little down, and he wanted to take action subconsciously, but he smelled the fragrance of Jin Chen's body.

It smells exactly like the one in my dream last night.