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

"Is something wrong?"

Ye Lan soon heard Duan Jing's voice, indifferent and alienated, very different from usual, even a little tired.

"..." Ye Lan suddenly realized a fact, even if this fact made him not used to it and made him uncomfortable - but this seemed to be the attitude Duan Jing should have towards him.He was thinking about how to speak to Duan Jing, but found that he didn't organize his words well, and coming to Duan Jing was just a spur of the moment.

"Why don't you talk?" Duan Jing's breathing became rapid, and his tiredness was forcibly suppressed by him, his voice was slightly hoarse, "What happened?"

Ye Lan was taken aback, and immediately realized that Duan Jing's misunderstanding was caused by her hesitation, and quickly clarified: "It's nothing."

"My side is safe." Ye Lan added another sentence, and felt that she was unnecessary.He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that Duan Jing seemed to be relieved.

After a while, he heard Duan Jing ask: "Where are you?"

Ye Lan raised her head to look at the huge villa in front of her, and thought that Smart Chuan's positioning system had been turned off, so she answered truthfully: "...outside your house."

Duan Jing didn't make him wait too long.A few minutes later, with a beep, the door of the villa opened slowly. Ye Lan saw the person standing behind the door, and couldn't look away after just one glance.

Duan Jing was still wearing the white shirt from before, with the cuffs rolled up unintentionally, revealing her white wrists.He stood casually, his black trousers made his legs slender and straight, and his perfect figure was clearly visible.

Through those calm ice blue eyes, Ye Lan saw the confidence he was most familiar with, and... the strange tiredness revealed from the bottom of his eyes.

"Come in and talk about it." Duan Jing couldn't see any expression on his face. After speaking, he turned and left, leading the way, with a surprisingly indifferent attitude.

Ye Lan didn't know what to say, and walked behind him silently, watching his tall and straight figure, the afterglow of the setting sun falling on his shoulders, and the golden epaulettes were eye-catching.

It wasn't the first time Ye Lan visited Duan Jing's villa, but it was the first time that she quietly followed behind him, keeping a few steps away from him all the time.

For a moment, Ye Lan felt that she was walking too slowly, and tried to speed up her pace to keep up with him, only to find out that it was Duan Jing who was walking too fast.

The distance of a few steps suddenly became difficult to cross. Ye Lan paused for a moment, and bravely quickened her pace to keep up. After walking a few steps, she found that Duan Jing had stopped at some point, waiting for him not far away.

Ye Lan was startled, then raised her head, her eyes collided with him unexpectedly.At the moment of sudden cardiac arrest, feeling flustered in advance, he turned his head away and pretended to be calm.

Pass through the long corridor and living room, and finally come to the door of Duan Jing's bedroom.

Ok?

What seems wrong? ?

bedroom? ? ?

"Haven't you changed your clothes for a few days?" Duan Jing's eyes fell on his dirty clothes, and his expression eased a lot.

"Wait..." Ye Lan wanted to express that she came to him for a serious business, but she was interrupted after only two words. She looked down at herself and found that the clothes were made by Lin Darling the day she sneaked into Song Cheng's apartment. dirty with blood.

"Go take a shower first," Duan Jing found a few clothes from the cabinet and handed them to him, "You put on the clothes first."

Ye Lan took the clothes numbly, left the bedroom under Duan Jing's signal, and walked towards the bathroom, without noticing that the bed in the bedroom was in a mess. The antipsychotics scattered on the sheets in an irregular manner.

Wearing Duan Jing's clothes, Ye Lan always felt a little awkward. The clothes were a little too big for Ye Lan, and it exuded a fruity wine fragrance, which was very light but extremely intoxicating. For a moment, he felt that he was bewitched.

After taking a shower, Ye Lan went back to the bedroom, but didn't go in at the door. The kiss in the cockpit of the exhibition a few days ago came to mind. The fiery breath mixed with seductive pheromones made him His face turned red.

The mental power in the room was not stable, Ye Lan noticed it instantly, frowned slightly, without further hesitation, stepped into the bedroom, and saw Duan Jing lying half curled up on the bed with her eyes closed, as if she had fallen asleep.The thin shirt outlines a lean waist, and the slightly lifted corners reveal charming abdominal muscles.

Ye Lan couldn't help but startled.Is he unwell?

In Ye Lan's memory, it was the first time that Duan Jing was so weak. The exhaustion was buried deep in his bones, and even if he was forcibly suppressed, it would show in his eyes.

Ye Lan turned off the light, walked slowly to the bed, covered him with the quilt, sat down on the bed, stared at the overly delicate face for a while, felt that the atmosphere was too ambiguous, got up awkwardly, and prepared to leave.

Forget it, let's go out.

Sensing the movement, Duan Jing slowly opened her eyes, her long and narrow eyelashes trembling, and her sapphire-like pupils were much dimmer than usual.Seeing that Ye Lan was about to leave, he quickly sat up from the bed. Although he intentionally suppressed the tiredness in his body, he couldn't hide his pale face and his lips lacked a trace of blood.

"I'm sorry," Duan Jing called out to him in a low voice, and she returned to the unapproachable look just now, and her eyes became clear again, "You are looking for me, what's the matter?"

"Can't I come to you if I'm fine?" Ye Lan twitched the corners of her mouth, trying to relax herself as much as possible.Seeing his exhausted appearance, the thought that popped up in his brain for a moment was: wait for him to rest.

"Yes," Duan Jing seemed to smile slightly, her eyes were still calm, but she was much more serious than usual, "but you won't."

"I..." Ye Lan was speechless. After a while, she approached him and sat down on the bed. "Before I talk about me, I want to ask the major general a few questions."

"What's the problem?" Duan Jing looked at him and asked.

Ye Lan was not used to being stared at by him like this, so she subconsciously avoided her face and coughed lightly: "Where have you been these few days?"

Unexpectedly, he would ask this question, Duan Jing paused, and replied: "At home."

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"Huh?" Duan Jing was stunned, "No, I'm just a little tired. Recently, the legion..."

Ye Lan raised her head again and looked at him quietly without speaking.He tried to stay calm and forced himself to look at him, as if he was confronting him.

Duan Jing didn't finish his sentence. He looked at him like this for a while, and suddenly smiled: "You are right, there is indeed one point. It's not a big problem, don't worry."

"Actually, if it's mania, you can ask me to come..." Ye Lan paused for some reason, and added deliberately, "Don't get me wrong. I mean, I'm a guide. If you want, you can Trust me for now."

"Okay." Duan Jing agreed quickly, and after speaking, she walked over without hesitation, and got very close to him, as if letting him cut again.

The distance is close, each other's breathing is intertwined, the moment the lips are close, it seems that the heart is also close, as long as you move a little, you will be seen through the mind.

Ye Lan's eyelashes trembled, and she subconsciously stepped back a little, only to find that Duan Jing was getting closer, so she raised her head and carefully examined the face described as "the pinnacle of military beauty".Although his face was slightly pale, his skin was flawless, his pupils were like the deepest sea, reflecting the most vast starry sky, his sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, his nose was straight, his lips were thin and sexy, and his whole face was exquisite Gotta make his heart beat faster.

Ye Lan rolled her Adam's apple impatiently, pressed her forehead lightly, stared at the eyes that completely let go of her trust in him, and slowly released the spiritual barrier of the guide.

The pheromones of cedar are clear and gentle, making people calm and reassuring, as if walking down a quiet long street on a winter snowy night.There is no end, only a dream that never wakes up.

The guide's pheromone is indeed a good medicine to cure mania. It seems that there are hands invisibly soothing Duan Jing's extremely sensitive nerves during mania, and gradually recovering the disordered five senses.

"Actually, I..." Ye Lan said in a low voice, with obvious hesitation in her voice.

After waiting for a long time, Duan Jing was about to ask something, but he received a firm order from those eyes that were just a short distance away.

It's a spiritual hint!

Ye Lan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and when the sentry was unconscious, she grabbed him in time and let him lean on her shoulder.

Warm breath sprayed onto her neck, Ye Lan's body trembled, she lowered her head, blinked her eyes, and said in a voice that only she could hear, "Sorry."

"Take a rest, and then listen to me." After putting the sleeping Duan Jing on the bed, Ye Lan paced the room for a while, and noticed a photo on the table.

Ye Lan recognized the young Duan Jing in the photo at a glance. His handsomeness was just beginning to show, but his narcissism was already obvious.And the young man beside him stood tall and stunning.

The man wore gold-rimmed glasses, his demeanor was cold, and there was a hint of arrogance in his eyes, but Ye Lan felt a kind of... familiar tenderness.

Ye Lan quickly put down the photo and walked to the window. The moment she raised her eyes, the afterglow in the sky disappeared, and the night unfolded, like a dormant beast waking up, swallowing up the starlight in an instant.

It was past twelve o'clock at night when Duan Jing woke up again.Ye Lan walked into Duan Jing's bedroom with her water glass in her arms, and when she didn't pay attention, Duan Jing knocked and splashed the water glass.

Water splashed on Duan Jing's shirt, soaking more than half of his shirt, and the clothes were clinging to his body, with the lines of his muscles vaguely visible.

Oh shit, I did something bad... Ye Lan thought to herself, her breathing was inexplicably difficult.

"It's okay, don't worry about it," Duan Jing's condition was obviously much better, "You haven't left yet?"

Hearing this, Ye Lan's heart sank.Does Duan Jing want him to go?

"Tell me, why are you looking for me?" Duan Jing cut to the point, unbuttoned his shirt casually, and changed the shirt that was soaked by water.

Caught off guard by the blood-spitting scene, Ye Lan immediately turned her head away, her body was too stiff to move.

"Major Santa is following Colonel Song, and I found a record in Song Cheng's apartment that seems to be his contact with the empire." As soon as Ye Lan finished speaking, Duan Jing caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye.

"Understood," Duan Jing answered calmly, Ye Lan felt a little relieved, but Duan Jing asked again, "But why?"

Why?Is he asking himself why he followed San-tae to Song-seong's apartment, or is he asking himself why he took the risk of investigating this?

Duan Jing completely ignored Ye Lan, who was breathing stagnantly, before he could speak, she continued, "Is it just for this?"

Ye Lan was startled, but didn't understand what he meant.

Duan Jing picked up a shirt and put it on again, buttoned two buttons casually, and walked in front of him, beating every word on his heart indiscriminately: "Why didn't you tell me before doing these things?"