The General's Cat Always Wants To Climb Into My Bed

Shen Zhifan: "..."

It has to be said that Shen Zhifan's mood was quite complicated at this time.

Yan Shuo's eyelids were a little drooping, he didn't look very energetic, he seemed a little unhappy, his thick black eyes looked at him quietly, it could be seen that there was a little anger, but it was deeply hidden.

He was unhappy by himself but didn't say it out loud, as if he was having a hard time with someone.

Shen Zhifan inexplicably thought of young children, that's what happens when they are stubborn, a person is sullen, wishing that the whole world would come to coax him, but he doesn't say why he is angry.

...the kind of worrying people.

He could only bite the bullet and take "Hua Hua" over.

Not to mention, although it was messy, the roots were cut neatly, at least there was no soil left. Of course, Shen Zhifan didn't know if there was any soil under the warm snow.

So even though it was a messy nest, you could actually see the other party's intentions from it.

Yan Shuo's eyes seemed to light up a bit, but his lips were still tightly pressed. His appearance was extremely upright and handsome, and when he was serious like this, he was very majestic, and almost no one would dare to act presumptuously in front of him.

It's just that if the childishness in his eyes wasn't so strong, Shen Zhifan would probably be a little more afraid.

"...Thank you Huahua?"

Shen Zhifan took the flower, but the other party was still motionless, he could only tentatively comfort him.

"I love so much."

Yan Shuo didn't speak, maintaining the same professional ethics as a model when he was painting, and continued to stare at him motionlessly.

...Shen Zhifan felt powerless for a while.

What do you want to do, male god? Is it possible to kneel down for you?

Shen Zhifan tried his best to follow the child's thoughts, and then he asked, "Do you... want any reward?"

Yan Shuo's eyes lit up again.

Shen Zhifan felt that there was something to be done, and continued his efforts: "What reward do you want?"

Yan Shuo's eyelids drooped slightly. Although his expression didn't change much, it could be vaguely seen that he looked around shyly and guiltily.

Obviously still refused to say, as if you must guess it.

Shen Zhifan: "..."

Enough is enough, can the male god stop playing charades.

Shen Zhifan quickly knelt down for him.

Shy for a while, Yan Shuo raised his frosty and childish eyes, and stared at him quietly again.

Then continue to remain motionless.

Shen Zhifan was silent for a while, and then came up with a new idea to comfort him. He picked out the longest branch from a large bunch of weeds, and there was a small budding stamen on it, which was in the bunch of weeds. Huahua, who could barely be called "Huahua", he handed it to Yan Shuo hesitantly.

"Hua Hua, give it to you too?"

Yan Shuo looked at Huahua and thought for a while, the straight line of his mouth was bent, as if he took it happily, but he still looked at Shen Zhifan quietly.

Shen Zhifan: "..."

It's still useless?

Shen Zhifan felt that he was completely hopeless, he didn't know what reward the General wanted, and he didn't know what the General liked the most.

Besides, how old this general is now is also a mystery.

He sighed, and sat recliningly on the sofa. Under the sofa, there was a general who was kneeling on one knee, and the pressure was unusually great.

"It's very sleepy, my lord, don't bother me anymore, just tell me, okay?"

he asked resignedly.

Sure enough, the other party still didn't speak.

"Is your leg numb, my lord, let me give you a massage?"

Yan Shuo still didn't speak.

Shen Zhifan felt that he was dealing with the shyest, most difficult and stubborn child, and there was nothing he could do, but he was not willing to let Yan Shuo kneel like this, he really had the urge to come down and kneel with the male god.

He sighed, and in the end he could only smile helplessly and touched the general's face, looked into the other's hesitant eyes in a low voice and said, "My general, what do you like best?"

He doesn't expect to get a response from the other party anymore, so it's good to touch it while the other party doesn't know.

However, the other party finally moved, just when Shen Zhifan was about to stretch out that hand back, his palm covered it warmly and powerfully.

Shen Zhifan's heart skipped a beat.

He felt the opponent's palm covered under his palm, and his fingers interlaced and passed through.

Yan Shuo's eyes were two points brighter than before, and seemed to be two points deeper. The corners of his lips were slightly parted, and his expression seemed a little excited and a little bit wronged.

Shen Zhifan seemed to forget to breathe for a moment.

He followed the other party's eyes closely, forgetting for a moment whether the other party was sincere or not.

He remembered the question just now.

——"My lord general, what do you like best?"

His throat moved slightly, and his eyes fell on the palms of his hands. There were some tiny scars on his palms, and the pads of his fingers were very rough, which should be the result of years of operating the mecha.

In fact, Shen Zhifan's own palms are not at all skinny and tender, but the back of his hands is smooth, so he can feel the other's rough and hot palms even more.

Their fingers are interlaced in the same direction.

In connection with the question just now, it seems that there is some great answer that is about to come out.

"...Flower."

The General suddenly yelled again, and Shen Zhifan suddenly realized that a handful of grass had been missed just now. He quickly withdrew his emotions and planned to withdraw his hand from Yan Shuo's palm. Good to pick up "Hua Hua".

However, the other party seemed to be aware of his departure, and covered Shen Zhifan's hand even more forcefully.

Shen Zhifan was taken aback, and when he looked down, he saw the other party's eyes with a hint of anger, a little silly.

But soon he didn't even have the strength to be stupid.

Almost logically, the other party exerted a little force on the palm covering his hand, and with that little force, the whole person easily stood up and pressed straight onto the sofa.

Shen Zhifan only felt a strong force, he leaned back without any preparation, and was about to land straight on the soft sofa cushion.

However, the touch of the back of the head is different, a hand has been coveting there for a long time.

When Shen Zhifan was still dazed, the back of his head was covered by the opponent's palm, and then his eyes widened and his pupils shrank slightly.

The other party kissed him tenderly and unquestionably.

Meticulously, at the beginning I traced his lip shape, then lightly bit the other's lips, and finally pried open his lips and tongue to invade in one fell swoop.

He kissed everything about him relentlessly, rough or lingering, impulsive or restrained, all blended together.

--"you."

——"It's my favourite."