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

Yan Shuo felt his throat tighten for a while, and his gaze moved away unnaturally, but when someone outside walked in, he couldn't help but turn his gaze back to that person.

He was dressed a little thinly, and his eyebrows were downcast under the light, still like a piece of extremely handsome suet thin jade, very transparent and flawless.

I don't know if he was used to being cold-tempered before, even though he is no longer the same personality as before, he can still feel a faint chill on his face at a glance.

Or maybe it was the snow outside that made his face so cold.

Shen Zhifan cleared his throat, smiled, and the frost faded away when he smiled, and the coldness between his brows and eyes was replaced by an embarrassing childishness, turning into a piece of warm thin jade.

However, he also flickered his eyes unnaturally, and found that no matter where he landed, he seemed to be able to think of yesterday's embarrassing situation, so he finally set his eyes on Lauren.

"Cough, well, good afternoon, Mr. Lauren." His voice was a bit difficult, low as a mosquito, "Good afternoon, General Yan Shuo."

Yan Shuo turned his head with a very stiff expression.

"Well... good afternoon."

"Yeah." Shen Zhifan was also a little embarrassed, so he could only respond.

Yan Shuo paused, because he didn't know what to say, so he nodded stiffly in response.

...In short, the scene was very embarrassing.

"Ah," Lauren opened her legs carelessly, holding her chin with her eyes full of doubts, "Mr. Shen is too out of touch, from now on everyone will be in the same department, just call the adults, the adults are also very out of touch today Ah, it's okay, you see you all kissed yesterday, why are you being polite, hahahaha, just treat everyone as writers."

Yan Shuo: "..."

Shen Zhifan: "..."

Oh, very good, the embarrassing scene was successfully upgraded to MAX.

Yan Shuo never felt that words and prayers had such a powerful effect, nor did he feel that Lauren's lethality was so powerful.

"Huh?" Lauren tilted her head, "Why are you all looking at me, hahaha, even if I'm handsome, you don't have to look at me that way. Why don't we talk about what happened last night...?"

When Lauren looked up, he finally saw the eyes of the general who was about to poke him to death. For some reason, he felt a chill in his neck, and abruptly changed the final tone at the end.

He tilted his head, remembering some nagging words that Yan Zong had given him before he left.

——"Don't tell the general what happened last night."

——"Remember."

——"Don't bother adults and Mr. Shen when they are alone."

——"Remember, remember."

——"If you still want to die."

Lauren made a small calculation in her heart, thinking that the general is too stingy, isn't it just that the wine quality is poor, this is something that everyone knows, so there is nothing wrong with it, as for not disturbing him and Mr. Shen alone...

He tilted his head and thought for a moment.

I don't think so, Mr. Shen should be disturbing his solitude with the general now.

Lauren felt very wronged.

Thinking that it must be that words and prayers are not smart enough, and none of the advice left behind is useful.

Yan Prayer, who had just returned home, also suffered from a hangover. He had to attend a family meeting after trekking home, and he had a very headache. After finally recovering, he was talking well, when he suddenly sneezed viciously.

He sniffed, thinking, it couldn't be Lauren's stick talking about him again, right?

He should...will not listen to his advice, right?

Lauren's grievances are grievances, but he still pondered over the general's expression, and then Shen Zhifan's expression, and finally found a few traces of something wrong.

"Lauren."

Yan Shuo couldn't bear it anymore, and said softly.

Although the voice was light and fluttering, but for some reason, Lauren felt a rather ferocious wind blowing down his back and made him shiver. He looked at the General in a daze, and his heart was trembling under his body. .

"What, what's the matter, my lord?" Lauren swallowed, her eyes very confused, "I shouldn't have done anything wrong today... right?"

He paused, and then asked in great doubt: "Is there really?"

But he was just helping Mr. Shen integrate into their new department.

Did he, did he do something wrong again?

... Yan Shuo suddenly felt that there was no words or prayers, and he didn't even have the motivation to punish Lauren.

Lauren stood up aggrieved, and succumbed to the majesty of the general and took two steps back: "Then... then you guys talk, I, I'll go down and shovel snow first."

Yan Shuo finally breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked up, he saw Shen Zhifan's clear and slightly drooping eyes, and his heart suddenly tightened again.

— Now there are only the two of them left.

So the awkwardness of the atmosphere didn't seem to be two points better than Lauren's departure.

But he couldn't keep silent all the time, so he tried to find a topic, and he happened to see some thin shirts of the young man at a glance: "Why are you wearing so little?"

Just after he finished speaking, he suddenly went dumb again, and almost bit his tongue when he came back to his senses.

Shen Zhifan blushed, and his eyes looked out in disorder: "...because my clothes are on you."

Yan Shuo didn't even have the energy to clear his throat.

He is very embarrassed now.

After Mr. General passed through the rebellious stage and the second stage of middle school many years ago, he has not been so embarrassed for a long time.

He is mostly serious and calm, and even from his young age, it can be seen that his restraint is almost strong to a level that ordinary people cannot reach.

And if that kind of emotion once poured out... almost no need to think, just listening to the description in Lauren's mouth, he can probably imagine the general reason why Shen Zhifan's clothes appeared on him.

If he has opened up all the things that he has suppressed for a long time, then... then it undoubtedly means that he must have... done something to Shen Zhifan yesterday.

——"Then you hugged and kissed Mr. Shen for a while, and then said in front of our faces that you wanted to marry him, um, nothing else seemed to matter."

Lauren's words inevitably echoed in Yan Shuo's ears.

...I really want to kill Lauren who just told him this passage, and of course I want to kill myself who did this yesterday.

He, he finally coaxed the other party to come.

Well, it's not that easy.

The current Shen Zhifan is as clean and transparent as a stream whose bottom can be seen at a glance, from the very beginning he has not concealed his admiration for him at all.

So it is almost easy to coax such a Shen Zhifan, but even if it is so easy, he feels helpless and guilty in the face of the other party's excessive trust.

There is also some sense of unfounded suffering.

It was as if a dying fish was suddenly sent to the water, but the fish didn't know whether it was the boiling water in a scalding pot or the sea water that gave it life and salvation.

So much so... that when the layer of paper was suddenly pierced, he felt dazed and timid.

"I was very rude last night."

He licked his lips, lowered his head, revealing his sharp and handsome profile.

"My wine... has not been very good, did it scare you?"

"It's okay." Shen Zhifan paused, waved his hands hastily, then paused again, as if he couldn't hold back, "It's just... just a little bit more unrestrained than you usually are."

Yan Shuo: "..."

He cleared his throat again, and honestly there wasn't much to clear his throat, but he couldn't help clearing his throat when he was nervous and embarrassed.

"I lost my composure yesterday," he sat down and poured himself a glass of hangover soup again. After all, the general has many years of experience as a leader, he still looked very calm when he was pretending, except that he knew that his fingers were still slightly twitching. Trembling, "I apologize to you."

Shen Zhifan shook his head again: "No, no, no...you're drunk, this is understandable."

Yan Shuo's throat moved again, and when he got nervous, he immediately drank the hangover soup in one gulp, in a daze, showing the courage and determination to go to the guillotine.

"Yesterday I thought I wouldn't get drunk, but I didn't expect... Cough." After taking two sips, he didn't know if it was due to psychological reasons. He felt better, and finally had the courage to turn to the young man opposite him, "These two days It's a holiday, I'll take you back."

Shen Zhifan lowered his head hesitantly, and paused, as if he hesitated to speak.

"Oh, that's right," Yan Shuo suddenly realized, "You came here just now, you must have something to do with me."

Shen Zhifan nodded, finally mustered up his courage, and took out a flower branch from behind.

Yan Shuo was taken aback, because he was too nervous and guilty just now, he never noticed that Shen Zhifan had one hand behind his back the whole time.

Now he saw what he was hiding behind his back.

It was a flower, but without that little flower, it would be almost the same as weeds. The petite and weak white petals did not look very energetic. After all, it had been uprooted, but the sun was beautiful, even with Such a plain flower is also dyed with two points of golden beauty.

His heart tightened, and he looked at Shen Zhifan with some puzzlement.

"You gave it to me when you were drunk last night," Shen Zhifan seemed to chuckle, lowering his head, unable to see clearly, but the light fell on his brows, very gentle, "It didn't open yesterday, But when I woke up in the morning, it was blooming and it was beautiful, can you tell me what flower it is?"

Yan Shuo's throat was astringent, and he said in a low voice, "Is it a flower name? It's called...Moonlight forget-me-not."

"Well, that's it." Shen Zhifan continued to hang his head, and if you observe carefully, you can see that his wrist holding the flower branch is also trembling slightly, "Then, thank you for giving it to me yesterday."

He paused for a moment, and seemed to realize that Yan Shuo had nothing to say, he hesitated for a while, as if he was a little lost, he could only turn around reluctantly: "Then I'll take my leave first..."

Although he turned around, his footsteps stopped, because he heard footsteps coming from behind, and before he could turn his head, fingers pulled his arm, he turned his head with inertia, and the other party's fingers were sticky again. on his chin.

His chin was eagerly but not rudely closed, and before his eyes could open, the other party had already kissed him.

He smelled the hangover soup, he didn't drink it, but it was very refreshing.

This kiss was extremely short, just like last night's kiss was extremely long.

"...Are you still drunk now?"

After the kiss was over, Shen Zhifan didn't dare to raise his eyes.

The other party's breath was still within easy reach of him, and he squinted his eyes, just in time to see the other party's high nose bridge.

"No," the other party said categorically, his voice as deep as a distant mountain valley slowly hitting Shen Zhifan's mind, "I'm very sober now."

"I'm...very sober," the other party's voice slowed down again after hesitation, with indescribable lightness and joy, and couldn't help but mixed in the lingering murmur of the two lovers, "very."

Before he could finish his sentence, he kissed deeply again without waiting for the young man in his circle to respond.