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

With one hand still on his forehead, he seemed very distressed.

Yan Shuo was silent for a while, and stroked his hair. Although he understood the general ins and outs in his heart, he still had to cover it up with a guilty conscience.

"What's the matter, I just got a call from you."

He touched the other's palm, trying to get some warmth and strength from it, but his voice was obscure, as if he was forcing it out.

"I..." He paused, "I didn't protect Zhirou well, she's gone."

He was almost dejected, Shen Zhirou had only been missing for half a day, and Yan Shuo almost felt that he had lost half of his energy.

"It was my fault."

He couldn't help stretching out his hand to wrap the other party in his arms.

"No, don't think so, calm down."

"Thank you, I..." He still couldn't help using honorifics when he was nervous, but now his helplessness occupied all his brains, "I... I'm really a little scared."

It is not a very pleasant thing for a man to admit his fragility, which shows that he is too distracted now, too much dissecting himself in exchange for a little calm.

Yan Shuo patted him on the back to comfort him.

At this time, Shen Zhifan seems to need to talk more, he just needs to accept his hug here without saying a word, and then give him a firm shoulder.

"I have amnesia, I...don't remember many things," his fingers grabbed his collar, Yan Shuo could even see his pale joints, and his pale lips, "I know I have Many things... many things are not good, I must have done something wrong, but I can't track it down, even because those memories are too terrible, I don't... I don't want to track it down at all."

He remembered that time at the Mech Base before, the other party was sweating like rain, his back was trembling violently, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in cold water.

——Thousands of broken pictures passed through his mind at that second, as if thousands of spikes pierced his heart, and thousands of sounds passed through his eardrums.

——He still didn't think of anything, but there was still that trembling feeling in his body, that... unspeakable pain, as if he could cut off the inside of his body carefully and decisively, the flesh and blood pain was indistinct, fragmented suffering.

His body was so stiff that he began to tremble.

That pain made him deeply understand the weirdness of himself.

His previous experience, his previous nightmare, was so painful that it seemed that a 16-year-old boy could not touch it.

16-year-old Shen Zhifan is innocent and kind. He lives on a remote wasteland planet. Every day before going to bed, he faces the distant stars and prays that he can have a stable and colorful future. What can be called Yan Shuo who yearns for and yearns for.

Instead of Shen Zhifan who woke up, seemed to have everything, but lost everything.

He couldn't say exactly what he had lost, but his instinct told him not to know.

He still remembered the person mentioned at the end of that diary.

His tone was full of hostility, not for a certain person, but for a world.

He looked so dangerous that it was unreasonable. What kind of things did Shen Zhifan do back then, and what kind of people did he communicate with... Was Shen Zhirou's disappearance also related to those people?

It now appears that this reason seems to be greater.

He couldn't help but think of that midnight phone call, that strange man speaking cold words.

Thinking about it now, it may be a kind of vigilance.

Because he couldn't remember, the other party easily noticed his difference and threatened him with Shen Zhirou.

This sounds so logical that Shen Zhifan has no choice but to believe it.

"I thought... I thought those things would disappear if I didn't think about them all the time," his fingers were still tightly gripping Yan Shuo's clothes, his eyes looked extremely bewildered, "but no, My surroundings are riddled with flaws, Shen Zhirou alone is enough to break me down...I have done a lot of things, so I will definitely get retribution...Even if I don't know what I did right now. "

"...I say this, it sounds scary."

He suddenly paused, and his tone suddenly became cold, even a little desperate.

"My lord, I once said in my diary that I was desperate for this country. I... Did I do things that shouldn't be done?"

Yan Shuo's breath was suffocated, he hugged him firmly, but at this moment he didn't know what to say.

"You...actually know, right?" Shen Zhifan raised his head, his eyes were gray, "I never said that I greedily enjoy your kindness to me...I can feel how special you are to me, I...I Indulging in this pleasure, I have been refusing to face reality."

"Did I do something bad?"

Shen Zhifan is like thin jade, now this piece of thin jade is covered with light dust, which makes Yan Shuo's heart also covered with dust.

"No." He knew that if he really said something at this time, it would definitely shake him.

This boy—let's call him a boy, at least from a certain point of view.

He bit his lips tightly, as if as long as he said something, he would die to show his will.

Yan Shuo directly lifted his chin and kissed him forcefully.

Because of the excessive force, he felt that he probably bit the other's lip, but Shen Zhifan didn't care, his arms were wrapped around his neck.

He looked like he was going to drown, Yan Shuo thought, he did nothing wrong, he was used from the beginning to the end.

He was originally such a good boy, carefree, with the most beautiful eyes in the world, he wanted to cherish him so much...but he didn't have time.

So the young man who was originally treasured in his heart suffered a lot, was twisted, oppressed, used, and honed into a sharp and ruthless cold knife.

He is very powerful, has fame and wealth, but he is not happy at all.

He lived like walking on thin ice, obviously sleeping on silk, gold and silver, but the seeds of hatred were buried in his heart, which made him exhausted.

So he was about to drown.

Yan Shuo kissed him vigorously, entwining his lips and tongue, sucking every sap of his fluid, nothing was more distracting than a suffocating kiss.

The pain and helplessness of the other party gradually turned into heavy breathing, which seemed to echo in the empty room, bringing indescribable ambiguity.

He saw that his eyes were tightly closed, those extremely beautiful eyes were closed, they were once innocent or melancholy, but this did not affect his good looks, his eyelashes fluttered like butterflies, shining on the thin jade superior.

This is the best boy in the world, his favorite person.

There was nothing in his mind, just thinking blankly like this.

But he was almost drowning, because those guys who were for their own selfish desires, he worked so hard to survive, so tired, and the pressure on both sides was like a mountain, making him even prefer to escape as a 16-year-old boy.

How could he be willing?

He could only kiss him like this to divert his wounds and lick his scars.

But the kiss finally came to an end, and at the end, Shen Zhifan seemed to have calmed down a little, and was no longer as frustrated as before.

...Of course, it may also be because of the forceful kiss that made his whole face turn red.

Yan Shuo refused to end, and pulled him to kiss his brow again.

Kiss down inch by inch, and finally reach the lips.

"...General, my lord."

"Don't call me that."

Yan Shuo pointed the tip of his nose at his own, and the two of them were so close that they could smell each other's breath.

"……me……"

He lowered his head hesitantly, but Yan Shuo held his chin.

"You're not wrong," he comforted, "Don't know that for now, I'll tell you something else."

Shen Zhifan turned his eyes to look at him.

"Seven years ago, at N-192, you saved me," Yan Shuo said slowly, his face flushed slightly, "I was not by your side because of the military, but I never told you, in fact, we..."

Shen Zhifan opened his eyes wide.

"So," he paused, and kissed him lightly again, "I'm here to be responsible to you now."

"Don't be afraid."