The major general's trumpet is my white moonlight [Interstellar]

The author has something to say: Timeline: One year after the end of the text.

The skin all over his body was scorchingly hot.

The only bit of reason suppresses the primitive instinct in the body.

Ever since entering the training base of the Undead Legion, Ye Lan felt that her body temperature had risen sharply, as if a flame was burning in her body.

A sentry came towards him: "Major Ye, are you okay?"

Even though Ye Lan has retired, some people still call him "Major Ye".

"It's okay." Ye Lan suppressed the strange feeling in her body, pinched the knuckles of her fingers sorely, her face turned pale.

"If you don't feel well, you can call the military doctor."

"No, thank you." Ye Lan declined, quickened her pace, and hurriedly rubbed shoulders with the sentinel.

Ye Lan pushed open the hatch of Black Falcon, and quickly closed the door.

All voices were isolated, and the enclosed space gave Ye Lan a great sense of security. Ye Lan clasped her fingers, bent down and knelt down uncontrollably, panting heavily, fine beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, and the clothes on her back were long gone. drenched.

This weird feeling, like... binding heat.

impossible……

Sensing that Ye Lan's physical condition was not right, Zhizhi Chuan beeped untimely: "Baby, you are so hot~"

Ye Lan was not in the mood to argue with Zhizhi Chuan, even Hei Falcon noticed that he was abnormal: "Major Ye, what's wrong with you? I need to inform..."

"I'm not feeling well, I should just... take a break." Ye Lan gritted her teeth and said, barely supporting her body and walking towards the lounge, but her steps were extremely difficult.

After arriving at the lounge, Ye Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his legs softened. He quickly supported the head of the bed and let himself sit on it.

There was a very faint aroma in the lounge, not the smell of sentinel pheromones, but the smell of residual male hormones.

The familiar smell became an accomplice, continuing to stimulate the nerves, trying to make his resistance futile.

Damn... This strange feeling is just like the feeling he felt when he went to the celebration when his body was overloaded for a long time, the chip heated up, and the pheromone leaked out in a fluctuating manner.

But now he is no longer affected by the chip. He has been treated in the central hospital for a whole year and has recovered well. Even Lin Yue said that he is fine. How could this happen?

**

It was already late at night when Duan Jing came back.

As soon as the door was opened, the living room was filled with a strong smell of cedar.

Different from the clearness he was familiar with, this smell was cold and aggressive, reminiscent of polar glaciers.

Duan Jing frowned, and realized the source of the smell almost instantly.Ye Lan curled up halfway on the bed, her clothes were messy, her face was buried in the sheets, and she had difficulty breathing.

Duan Jing walked quickly to the bed, reached out and touched his arm, and her body shook.

How can it be so hot?

"Ye Lan?" Duan Jing tentatively called out, but when there was no response, she moved closer, reached out to lift him up so that he could lean into her arms, and whispered, "Can you hear me clearly?"

Hearing Duan Jing's voice vaguely, Ye Lan's consciousness became a little clearer, and she raised her head slightly, but felt that her body, which had barely maintained her sanity just now, was even weaker.

Duan Jing put the back of his hand on his forehead and felt an obviously abnormal temperature: "Do you have a fever?"

The person in his arms was almost motionless, but his fingers were pinching the hem of his shirt, guiding something intentionally or unintentionally.

Duan Jing hesitated for a moment, followed his guidance and lifted the hem of his clothes, feeling the hot skin under his hands, and under his own touch, his body even trembled slightly.Before Duan Jing could stop, he was already hugged by the other party.

Duan Jing couldn't help laughing, lowered her head, and poked his face with her finger: "Are you planning to play hooligan?"

Still no response.

Ye Lan was holding Duan Jing's military uniform, his strength was getting stronger and stronger, and his reason was almost on the verge of collapse, but he gritted his teeth and refused to speak.

Duan Jing frowned slightly. He had marked Ye Lan. Although it was not a permanent mark, there was still a spiritual connection between them. Now he clearly felt that the fluctuation of Ye Lan's mental power was abnormal.

Duan Jing took Ye Lan's hand off his body and picked up the communication terminal. Unexpectedly, before he could find one of the contacts, Lin Yue called first.

"I forgot to tell you, Ye Lan has just recovered, and his mental strength may be unstable during this period." Lin Yue spoke very fast, with noisy voices mixed in, it could be heard that he must be very busy.

The person in the arms was a little restless, Duan Jing bypassed one hand, held Ye Lan's arm, and stopped Ye Lan from moving around: "Will there be any symptoms?"

"If it's mild, it means that the mental strength is strong and weak. If it's serious, it may enter the combination fever. You should pay attention."

Duan Jing subconsciously glanced at the peaceful person in her arms, and said in a deep voice, "Is there any solution?"

"An ordinary mental retarder will do."

Duan Jing was taken aback: "You mean..."

"Is there still not enough anti-sex medicine you get from me every year? Don't say you have used up all of them." Lin Yue said lazily, and quickly cut off the communication.

Duan Jing was silent for a while, opened the drawer, and took out the unexpired mental retarder from it, but it was still in her hand for a long time.

After a long while, Ye Lan raised her head because of her shortness of breath, just in time to see something in his hand, and asked in a muffled voice, "What is this?"

"Anti-sex medicine." As soon as Duan Jing finished speaking, she realized that she had said the wrong thing.

Ye Lan's face suddenly turned pale, and she suddenly let go of the hand holding his military uniform, and seemed to wake up a lot.

Silence spread between the two.

Ye Lan looked down at herself, straightened her clothes, gritted her teeth and took the pills from him, and there was no movement for a long time.

The atmosphere was deadlocked for a while, Ye Lan took a deep breath, and just as she was about to take the medicine, her hand was held down by Duan Jing.

The hand covering the back of his hand was very strong, and the temperature of the palm was scorching hot.

Ye Lan pursed her lower lip lightly, raised her head and met his gaze unexpectedly, her heart sank continuously.

Duan Jing reached out and touched the first button of her military uniform, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want me?"

The pheromones collided violently in an instant, and the moment the string of reason broke, Ye Lan only felt that the world was spinning, and when he realized it, he was already crushed by Duan Jing.

The clear cedar is captured by the strong aroma of wine, and the heart is willing to be delivered in frequent contact.

Waking up again was three days and three nights later.

Ye Lan sat up from the bed dragging her tired body, feeling weak all over, and there was no one beside her.

The door of the room was slightly open, and a scent of fragrance wafted in from outside the door.

The clothes that were torn off before were gone, Ye Lan could only pull up the quilt a little.

Before they could all be covered, the door was pushed open.

Duan Jing changed into a white shirt, buttoned a few at will, revealing her sexy collarbone, and her hair was a little messy, silently reminding Ye Lan of what happened last night.

Ye Lan swallowed her throat, she couldn't look away immediately, her heart was beating fast.

Although this guy has always been narcissistic and shameless, but... so pretty.

The technology is also... not so good.

Thinking of the day and night indulgence before, Ye Lan's face turned red all of a sudden, she couldn't help turning her face away, and her breathing became a little difficult.

The meat porridge tasted very fragrant, Ye Lan's heart was in a mess, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

This guy actually cooks porridge himself?Why didn't I know he had this ability before?Is the porridge he cooks really drinkable?It won't poison people to death, right?

Duan Jing was unaware of his thoughts, walked in with a bowl, and sat by the bed: "I made porridge, let's drink some first."

After the words fell, Ye Lan felt that the roots of her ears were also turning red.

Why is it so hot today...

The bowl was right in front of her, Ye Lan stretched out her hand, just about to take it, but quickly stretched it back.

"Don't you have an appetite?" Duan Jing lowered her head and looked at the stuff she made with her own hands. It shouldn't smell bad.

"Can you let me put on my clothes first?" Ye Lan asked with some embarrassment, and pulled up the quilt a little more.

"Take your clothes to wash, and wear mine first." Duan Jing unconsciously raised the corner of her mouth, put down the bowl, went to open the closet, rummaged through a few clothes and threw them over.

The workmanship of the shirt is exquisite and exudes a faint fragrance.

Ye Lan put on the shirt, but she was too embarrassed to change it in front of Duan Jing, so she continued to cover it with the quilt.

"Don't be embarrassed, I read everything last night." Duan Jing reminded aloud.

Ye Lan decisively changed the subject: "You don't know how to cook this, do you?"

"Of course not, I'm good at cooking, you'll know it later," Duan Jing denied, paused, and added, "It's just, can your mouth eat anything else?"

Ye Lan froze for a moment, her face became even hotter, and she kicked fiercely: "Get lost!"

"I didn't see it before, you are so ruthless." Duan Jing flashed, raised her eyebrows, "Yesterday you still hugged me and said..."

Ye Lan pushed him away, picked up the pillow and threw it at him: "Shut up!"

Duan Jing quickly dodged to the side, letting the pillow hit the ground, the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "Do you think you have a chance of winning now?"

"..." I felt weak all over, obviously...no.

"You said you wanted me, and now you want to turn your back on it?" Duan Jing sighed, "Throw it away when you're done using it, don't you think you're too scumbag?"

"I don't think so." Ye Lan said stiffly.

"Try to say it again?" Duan Jing's tone suddenly became threatening.

"..." Let's just drink the porridge obediently.

The taste of the porridge was bland, Ye Lan hadn't eaten much for three days and three nights, and now she was hungry, she drank the porridge in a few minutes.

"what about the taste?"

"Very good." Although Ye Lan didn't want to give this guy too much face, Ye Lan was also seeking truth from facts.

Duan Jing took the initiative to take the empty bowl: "I'll fill another bowl."

Ye Lan was so hungry that she finished the second bowl in a short time.

"Do you want more?" Duan Jing asked again.

"No need, two bowls are enough." Ye Lan said.

"It's not porridge." There was an imperceptible smile in Duan Jing's voice, and his eyes swept over him, the meaning was obvious.

Ye Lan understood instantly, and pushed him: "Shameless!"

Duan Jingle was among them, poked his waist, and leaned over: "Are you satisfied with your performance last night?"

"Five...five-star praise." Ye Lan reluctantly commented.

"My honor," Duan Jing smiled deeper, "If you like it, we can continue."

"..."

Duan Jing took the bowl, stood up with a smile, walked to the door, suddenly remembered something, turned to look at him, and asked solemnly: "By the way, have you ever thought about reinstating your job?"

Ye Lan couldn't help being stunned: "...No."

"Why don't you start thinking about it now?"