Can read minds and not mark

Lin Han was stunned for a long time.

The other party seemed to be stiff even in his invitation gesture. After extending his hand, it stopped in mid-air, making no other movements and just waiting for his response.

Everyone's gaze did not dare to stay too long, even though some people had begun to enviously guess who the invited person was.

The lights were still dim, but He Yunting's eyes were bright.

He Yunting was worthy of being from the army and was well-trained. Before Lin Han responded, he maintained this posture without moving at all, as if this was an important invitation.

Lin Han still looked at him.

But the problem is...

Lin Han rarely participated in such occasions, and even less involved in dancing.

He will not.

He Yunting seemed to be very patient. While waiting, as if he was afraid that Lin Han would have concerns, he whispered: "You can wear gloves."

So three seconds later, a pair of still warm hands wearing white gloves touched He Yunting's palm.

"Okay." Lin Han said.

Lin Han thought a lot in a short period of time.

For example, what is the other person thinking about now?

If I don't wear gloves, will I hear different sounds?

Or, if he refuses, will the general lose the sparkle in his eyes like the last time he wanted to shake hands with him in the repair room?

But finally he thought, today is the general's birthday.

Lin Han's life is dull, but he can always remember every birthday with his mother.

He didn't know what He Yunting had gone through along the way, but he should be happy for his birthday.

So he said, OK.

-

He Yunting's hand suddenly gained a little weight.

Omega's gloved fingers looked almost delicate, even though they were the hands of a mecha master who spent all day in the institute, installed, disassembled and designed various mechas.

But it looked a little small, and He Yunting could hold it firmly with one hand, and his wrist was thin, as if telling the person holding it that its owner should be cared for like this.

He Yunting became cautious for no reason, because if the force was too strong, the other party might be hurt.

Lin Han felt that the man in front of him was breathing a little heavier. Just as he was about to raise his eyes, a pair of hands fell on his waist.

Because Lieutenant Colonel Lu mentioned this tactfully, the general was able to learn some relevant skills in a short period of time, even though Lu Anhe said in despair after seeing his learning results, "I think Mr. Lin should give M2742 Rewrite a program and it will dance better than you."

He Yunting raised his legs as if he were kicking forward, and the movements of his hands were like military drills...in short, stiff and unfamiliar.

In the end, He Yunting reluctantly learned a lesson, and Lu Anhe even covered his face and said, "Otherwise, don't think about this. It would be good to invite Mr. Lin to join us."

He Yunting agreed at that time.

But when he waited for a long time until Lin Han appeared, all his previous preparations were in vain.

Maybe the lights and music were too ambiguous, making him feel that he might regret it if he didn't do it.

He Yunting has always hated regrets.

I hate the troubles of the unknown, I hate being powerless and unavailable.

Lin Han did not break away from his hand, which made He Yunting feel relieved again.

As a result, he heard Omega approaching him and said honestly: "But General, I don't know how."

He Yunting's hand on Lin Han's waist tightened.

If the material were thinner, Lin Han might be able to feel a different kind of heat coming from the general's palm.

Fortunately, He Yunting chose the dress himself and it was of good quality, so the sweat on his palms was not noticed by Lin Han.

He Yunting froze for a while, then took Lin Han's hand and led him to the dance floor, saying without changing his face: "It's okay, I can do it."

"I teach you."

-

Ever since He Yunting invited Lin Han in public, people would quietly want to look over here from time to time.

But the light was too dim, and no one dared to look too blatantly, so they just felt that the two people were dancing differently from the others.

The beat kept up, but the movements were always a little off.

How should I put it, the two of them seemed to be too restrained in jumping up.

Of course they didn't hear the whispers between the two people.

Lin Han put his hand on He Yunting's shoulder and listened to the other party's instructions.

"When it comes to the next beat, remember to follow my steps."

"……Oh."

Lin Han stepped on He Yunting's military boots.

After a minute, Lin Han learned this rhythm: "General, should I..."

Before he could say the words "it's time to step back", He Yunting stepped on Lin Han's foot.

"forward."

Stomp your feet.

"Side."

Step on each other's feet.

He Yunting's expression was still cold, but due to too many mistakes, he decided not to give guidance, and his movements on his feet became very restrained.

The smaller range of his movements will naturally affect his dance partner. Lin Han finally couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth: "General."

"?"

"Can we just dance for a while?"

"..." He Yunting looked at the hand in his palm, frowned and said, "It's okay... try again."

He felt the Omega smile slightly.

"it is good."

-

Ten minutes later, the two finally gave up. He Yunting put down his hand on the other's waist and walked aside with Lin Han to sit down.

There were no words for a moment.

The silver hair on his forehead seemed to be a little messy again. He Yunting stared at the other people on the dance floor with a puzzled and cold expression.

Lin Han looked up and happened to see this look.

He could only see the profile of He Yunting's face. His facial features could almost be said to be sharp and aggressive. The position of his brow bones always made his eyes look deeper, while the lines of his nose and lips remained cold and hard. Of course, the most recognizable thing is his eyes.

But now these eyes were full of doubt, with a bit of resentful dissatisfaction, as if they didn't understand why others could dance so harmoniously, but they couldn't bear to look back.

Lin Han once again thought of the metaphor he once told him.

Maybe it really looks like a child.

For a moment, he actually wanted to hear what the other person was thinking about right now.

But he quickly suppressed this thought, looked into those eyes, and said: "General."

He Yunting, who had not looked here until now, turned around.

Lin Han smiled at him: "Happy birthday."

The expression on He Yunting's face changed very subtly.

Lin Han didn't know how to describe it. The other party's expression couldn't even be called joy, but an unexpected surprise.

It was like no one had said these four words to him for a long time.

But soon, he saw the corners of He Yunting's originally straight lips move, as if he wanted to respond to him - with a smile.

He probably hadn't made this expression for a long time. He Yunting almost wanted to raise the corners of his mouth, but he was afraid that the expression would be too raw and make Lin Han look ugly, so he hesitated.

"Admiral!" someone else's voice came from the side.

The two looked at each other, and Wen Tianyao walked towards this side with a smile: "Happy birthday, the supreme glory of the M Empire."

The corners of He Yunting's mouth that had not yet been raised straightened again, and he responded calmly: "Yes."

"Then I'll give you a toast to the general," Wen Tianyao said nonchalantly, beckoning the waiter who was serving the wine, "I also wish Mr. Lin a good time tonight."

The young waiter waiting on the side came over.

But strangely, there was no wine on the tray.

Wen Tianyao showed a little displeasure on his face: "If you don't have any wine, you go and get it again. Do you need to be taught this?"

The waiter seemed to be in a daze and nodded, but made no other movements.

The displeasure on Wen Tianyao's face became more and more obvious. He was about to wave and call another one, but found that the waiter looked strange and moved towards He Yunting.

He Yunting frowned.

Wen Tianyao also noticed something was wrong at this moment.

It seemed like I had never seen this waiter before.

Wen Tianyao immediately spoke out——

The change happened in an instant.

"Admiral!" He only had time to exclaim, when he saw the expressionless waiter take out a sharp knife that had been hidden for a long time from the bottom of the tray. Wen Tianyao tried to grab him, but the man nimbly dodged it. , amidst the exclamations of everyone, the man held the knife and rushed towards He Yunting!

He Yunting moved quickly, sensing the other party's intention in a blink of an eye. When the person was about to approach him, he grabbed the other person's wrist. Before the other person had time to attack, the sharp knife was still in his hand. He Yunting twisted it violently with his backhand. The visitor let out a miserable cry of pain——

But in the next second, the waiter, who understood that the assassination had failed, still didn't let go of his hand holding the dagger. He made a weird "ho ho" sound in his throat, and even endured the severe pain that was restrained by He Yunting. He leaned forward and committed suicide. Point your heart at the tip of the knife!

Lin Han only saw a cold, sharp blade flashing across his eyes. The murderer was about to kill himself in front of everyone——

At this moment, He Yunting grabbed Lin Han with his left hand and turned his back to him, preventing Lin Han from facing the scene he was about to see. Perhaps because he moved too quickly, Lin Han's gloves were grabbed by him and pushed back. He pulled and was pulled to the ground.

After the muffled sound of a sharp blade penetrating flesh, Lin Han subconsciously closed his eyes.

Because the moment He Yunting touched his palm, the other person's cool voice sounded in his ears.

[Don’t look. 】