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

Olivia opened her mouth wide and raised her eyebrows: "He's at your house?!"

Yan Shuo didn't respond for a while, let alone respond to Olivia, and just watched Shen Zhifan neatly open and walk in from the French window next to him.

He came against the light, and his expression became unclear. The setting sun was about to sink into the horizon, and there was only a long afterimage in the shadows. The light on the curtains was soft and confused at dusk.

Yan Shuo was caught off guard for a while.

He lowered his head, his trembling eyelashes were in the silhouette.

"Sorry, I was waiting, but when I heard this, I couldn't help it."

Yan Shuo suddenly fell silent, like an old lamp that has been extinguished dumbly, flickering a little bean fire under the sea rain.

Such a silent, cold and reserved Shen Zhifan, which Shen Zhifan is it?

When did he recover the memory and why he has no idea.

Or has he been faking it?

Olivia didn't understand Yan Shuo's silence, nor did he understand the ups and downs in his heart. Her focus on why Shen Zhifan was here had already been diverted.

Her beautiful pupils flickered slightly, her lips pursed slightly, and she looked at him in disbelief: "What did you mean by what you just said?"

"Actually, your guess is not entirely correct." Shen Zhifan did not bow, although it was an honorific, but Olivia felt that he had a very faint pride and alienation, "I was indeed Ferdinandia's 'knife' .”

"You betrayed him?" Olivia looked at him quietly as her heart became hot.

"It's not betrayal." Shen Zhifan's voice was clear and slightly hoarse, even though he was not at all comfortable in front of Olivia and Yan Shuo, "I never do things for him, but for myself."

"How should I trust you?" Olivia's eyes were still shining with suspicion and suspicion, she couldn't just trust Shen Zhifan like that, "You are more likely to be an undercover agent sent by Ferdinandia."

Shen Zhifan suddenly chuckled, and Olivia frowned.

Yan Shuo's eyes were set on the young man sadly, his brows were tightly frowned, as if they were shining under the deep shade of a tree.

"Your Highness Olivia," Shen Zhifan laughed mockingly, "You don't really think you hypnotized me, do you?"

Olivia also suddenly turned off the flame. Although she was a little annoyed, she couldn't help but believe it.

At that time, she sneaked into Shen Zhifan's side secretly, originally of course to strike first, but the assassins under her and hired ones were really too useless, or Shen Zhifan was too strong.

She had no evidence of Shen Zhifan's assassination at all, she just wanted to bluff Yan Shuo, otherwise she could have done so at that time.

Speaking of which, Olivia also felt strange at the time that the hypnotism at the end of the road was unexpectedly effective, and she had the ability to empathize, and Shen Zhifan's bewildered mood she felt was not fake, so she didn't suspect it.

Looking at it now, could it be that Shen Zhifan's deception is really impeccable, even the heart and emotions can be deceived?

She could only look at Shen Zhifan flickering and struggling, trying to see through his purpose and desire under his calm face.

"Then you want to tell me now," Olivia narrowed her eyes slightly, "Are we from the same country?"

Shen Zhifan raised his head and said, "Yes, Your Highness Olivia."

"Show your sincerity," Olivia remained serious, "tell me everything you know."

Shen Zhifan paused and shook his head.

Olivia frowned: "Then what do you mean?"

Shen Zhifan was like a narrow and long shadow, silent and upright without saying a word: "I'm just conveying my position."

Olivia bit her lip, she couldn't make up her mind whether she should trust Shen Zhifan, but many things were imminent.

She glanced at Yan Shuo again, and found that the general's eyes were deep and deep, and he was always absent-minded.

"General Yan," she called out to the other party, her voice a little rough, "I can trust Shen Zhifan once, but I hope you can live up to my expectations, not break my mother's promise, and support this country."

"Expel Ferdinandia."

Yan Shuo finally raised his eyes and took a deep look at her: "Yes."

Olivia rubbed the center of her brows distressedly. She finally chose to believe Yan Shuo amidst all kinds of confusion, so she turned off the video call neatly.

The moment the light blue screen was turned off, the room seemed to be dark for a moment, then the light shrank, and the mind returned, but fell into a long silence.

In the end it was Shen Zhifan who broke the silence: "I'm sorry General, I don't want you to be in trouble."

Feel sorry?

What are you sorry for, is it because he has recovered his memory a long time ago, everything is lying to him, or is he apologetic for seeing his attentive and affectionate appearance?

Yan Shuo didn't know whether it was anger or feeling annoyed, he looked at him complicatedly, and the corners of his brows and eyes were full of storms: "When will it be?"

His voice was as straight as a plateau, but also like a cliff.

When was the memory retrieved, or maybe... had no amnesia at all?

Shen Zhifan didn't dare to meet his eyes, even the other party's voice became a little distant, but he could understand his meaning very clearly.

The north wind howled in his ears, and the last flower withered in the snow, dazzlingly red.

He thought, it seemed that the beginning of the sentence he said was over.

This is a dream, but not a dream, a real illusion.

Struggling and broken, he could even smell a trace of rust behind the mirror, like blood.

But what can he do, he doesn't want to embarrass Yan Shuo, let alone make licking himself a suspicion and suspicion between Yan Shuo and Olivia.

Not much better even now.

"Not long ago." Shen Zhifan's voice trembled a little, but he concealed it so well that others couldn't hear it at all, and only felt that this person was frighteningly calm, "I didn't lie to you."

The voice behind him was so soft, almost a prayer, if Yan Shuo would listen carefully.

It's a pity that Yan Shuo didn't. He was exhaling deeply, trying to keep himself calm.

He didn't know what he was angry about, but he was still a little angry.

Shen Zhifan regaining his memory is actually not such a terrible thing, he knows his past and believes in his naked and relentless love, even if he regains his memory, Yan Shuo still feels...that is still his Shen Zhifan.

Whether it is 16-year-old Shen Zhifan or 23-year-old Shen Zhifan, they are all Shen Zhifan.

He likes it all.

But Shen Zhifan was lying to him.

Why lie to him?

He felt deeply confused and puzzled, but more disturbed.

Before Shen Zhifan lost his memory, they actually had a relationship.

The last communication broke up badly, because Yan Shuo thought that Shen Zhifan was in a relationship with Ferdinandia, so he advised sharply, but Shen Zhifan replied coldly.

——"This is my business, General Yan, I am very grateful for everything you have done for me, but this is my business."

How did he reply? It was also so calm and indifferent.

- "It's your decision, but I'm disappointed in you."

So he fell into deep despair, not like despair, but just fell into a deep swamp, sinking in a daze, the more he struggled, the lower he sank.

Shen Zhifan's amnesia was like a message to save everything, he spared no effort in being kind to him, approaching and kissing, showing kindness and tenderness.

Step by step, he wanted to bring himself closer to him, that indifferent young man who had gradually become cold, that unattainable dream.

This is his only chance to rebuild the old one, even if the old one is too old, it may not be impossible to rebuild it.

He was full of joy, and even felt that he was very close.

Like the kiss not long ago, under the warm snow all over the sky, or in the bright afternoon.

They kissed very seriously, like the lingering lingering between all the lovers in the world, wanting to sing the beauty of love every minute and every second, willing to contaminate every inch of each other's breath.

But suddenly, after making a circle, he returned to the original point.

He felt cold all over his body, his blood melted into the frost, and his heart was about to freeze, and turned into a sharp knife, slashing from all limbs to the flesh.

He couldn't help feeling disheartened, if Shen Zhifan was acting, then what was his affection and hard work in Shen Zhifan's eyes?

If Shen Zhifan also loves him, as he did seven years ago, or, as he loves him now, then there is absolutely no need for him to cheat.

He likes him so much that he doesn't care about anything anymore.

Is he really as sure as he said, no, but he is willing to choose to believe, embrace him, and melt him.

It was even because of Olivia that he suddenly opened his mouth and told him brightly that he had recovered his memory long ago.

So what was the dinner just now, what did that gentle smile and those touching pupils represent?

It's a disguise under deception, and it's a really good show.

Yan Shuo didn't want to think about anything anymore, he turned his back and didn't want to look at him, only feeling deeply tired and lost.

I like him, I can tolerate everything about him, comfort his past, and support his future.

My future is all about him.

But he may not be willing.

My wishful thinking, he may not want it.

Did Shen Zhifan ever have him in his heart, or was the 23-year-old Shen Zhifan really so indifferent that he had no affection at all?

"My lord, are you angry?"

The young man behind him suddenly spoke, in addition to his indifferent voice, this time he was directly alienated by a degree.

He couldn't help thinking sadly in his heart, is the other party not even willing to pretend now?

"You go, dinner is over." Yan Shuo silently turned his back to him, "I want to be alone for now."

Suddenly, something shattered in Shen Zhifan's eyes, and it shattered quietly, like a flower in full bloom.

If Yan Shuo was willing to turn around, he would definitely see that no matter how dull and indifferent his expression was, he was about to be broken.

His beautiful and self-directed and self-acted dream was shattered, and even the only bit of tenderness in his heart was also shattered.

He doesn't want me anymore.

Shen Zhifan was lost in thought, his lips were pale, but he couldn't make a sound.

He really doesn't want me anymore.

What Yan Shuo likes is that 16-year-old Shen Zhifan, such a beautiful and innocent boy, good at everything, so lovable, anyone can like him.

Not this broken and shadowy shadow.

He is only 23 years old, not old.

His appearance is so young and handsome, more dazzling than the sun, but his inner soul has been boiled into a pool of old mud by the long years of lonely struggle, and he can't even clean it up.

Who would like him like this, he doesn't even need to pretend, Yan Shuo has already seen it with his own eyes.

He recognized him in the underground mecha field, he was wearing a military uniform, looking at him from afar, and he was lying in the cursed hell full of anger, like a ghost.

Even though Yan Shuo was kind to his former savior, it was still different after all.

How dare Shen Zhifan approach him.

Every step he took to approach Yan Shuo felt as if his flesh and blood had been peeled off by a knife, allowing the light to come in, and every inch of light seemed to be telling him.

You see, Yan Shuo is still that handsome man like an eagle in the sun, your unattainable light, and you.

The distance between them is no longer a long galaxy and a never-ending road, but a real distance that can no longer be reached.

Only by hypnotizing myself can I regain a little bit of warmth.

Fake is also good.

I'm dying.

It turns out that love is really the most hurtful blade in this world, he thought, his body was almost broken, and he was twisted to the heart by this blade, and he couldn't even maintain the last trace of decency.

But he can't die, and he won't die.

Even if the soul is withered, who cares, let alone he is still standing here.

Yan Shuo silently looked at the last ray of light outside, the distant horizon, the last ray of light was about to be swallowed up in the cold night.

The people behind him did not move for a long time, but his heart became restless.

He couldn't help turning his head, but was stunned.

The room was very dark, but the young man's skin was white and glowing. The owner of that body unbuttoned the shirt in front of him gracefully and slowly, and the dazzling white on his chest made him subconsciously turn his eyes again.

He heard his heart beating, he was at a loss, and felt inexplicably excited.

"Please don't look back," Shen Zhifan's voice was broken and desperate, "Otherwise I will stop this lowly behavior immediately."

But he couldn't hear the signal for help inside, he just felt that the other party didn't seem to be begging, but just a statement and seduction without emotion.

His voice was around his ears, but he could barely hear it.

His ears were buzzing, only to hear the sound of zippers being extremely harsh in the silent room.

He obviously couldn't see anything, but his voice became hot and his mouth was dry.

Soon the other party hugged him from behind, and he could feel the other party's naked chest and warm breath slowly gushing on the back of his neck.

Like a prairie fire.

The last ray of light in the distance has completely melted into the darkness. It is night, the dark clouds are too deep, and there is no star in the sky.

As if all the ugly will do whatever they want.

What is he doing and what am I doing.

Yan Shuo was thinking blankly, but couldn't think of anything.

Everything is imaginary, only the flesh and blood behind him is hot and real.

"What do you want from me."

His words couldn't help being cold, if he didn't maintain this coldness, he would go crazy now, kiss every inch of the other's skin, then tear him up and swallow him piece by piece.

Shen Zhifan couldn't help trembling, he even froze the palm that was poking into the hem of the opponent's sweater.

He doesn't want anything, he just wants the last bit of warmth.

He has nothing left, the most ridiculous thing is that he only has this passable skin left, if only he can confuse him with something.

"I want you to kiss me...um..."

Before he could finish his words, Yan Shuo turned his head, touched his chin, and sealed his lips forcefully.

"...I kind of hate you."

Yan Shuo gritted his teeth and told him while kissing, heavy moans filled the night.

He couldn't see the melancholy eyes of the young man in the darkness, he only knew that the other party was stroking his body without thinking, inch by inch, and his fingertips twirled on his chest.

Ambiguity and desire and anger swallowed him in such a night.

He sighed silently, then hugged the young man horizontally.

This was his room, and he didn't need a single light to know where the soft, wide bed was.