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

His lips suddenly paled, along with his complexion.

Yan Shuo looked at him silently, and Shen Zhifan faintly felt that his heart was bound by an invisible net, so tight that even the beating of the heart felt difficult.

He murmured his lips soundlessly, but finally closed them weakly, his mind was filled with a thousand thoughts.

In the end, his eyes fell on Yan Shuo's slightly frowning brows, and his heart suddenly relaxed, as if he didn't care about anything.

So he ended up just smiling at him.

"Really, I also think... If you stand in front of me one day, I can recognize you."

Yan Shuo was stunned by his smile, he seemed a little surprised, his heart palpitations were like an electric shock, his eyeballs rolled slightly, and his eyelashes trembled.

But his smile made him feel faintly uneasy.

"you……"

"I……"

The voices of the two people stopped abruptly, and there was some embarrassment for a while.

In the end, Yan Shuo sighed and stood up slowly. The ambiguous atmosphere before disappeared, and he glanced at him silently, as if he was waiting for his explanation.

But Shen Zhifan didn't know where to start.

Don't know what to say either.

How should I put it, he wiped his face helplessly, and sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed for a while, still not knowing what to say.

If you don't say those words, what else can you say?

It can't be said that the bed is soft and big and comfortable to sit on.

Shen Zhifan thought awkwardly, with his head down, a little confused and a little apprehensive, but the longest and slender legs that he could see without raising his head made him want to move.

"I remember," Yan Shuo took out a cigarette from his pocket, the tiny spark flickered and then went out, his fingers trembled slightly, and finally he put it back in a bit of disappointment, "You before Said you were going to deal with Ferdinandia."

Shen Zhifan was silent for a while, and finally nodded.

"Are you lying to me?"

"No," Shen Zhifan raised his head quickly, but lowered his head after meeting his gaze, and smiled dryly, "I...I have no malice towards you."

"No malice?" Yan Shuo's throat suddenly went dry, and he looked at him closely, as if he wanted to see a flower from that indifferent face as thin as jade.

But nothing can be seen.

The young man sitting on the bed looked very distant and unfamiliar.

He was wearing the clothes of a waiter, but even in a white simple suit, it still made him look like jade, which showed that his background was really good.

There was no expression on his face, and some tricks were done on his face. He didn't look as handsome as before, but he was still covered with a layer of frost, so he couldn't see clearly.

If there is no malice, then... what about affection?

His throat rolled, but he didn't say it. He didn't want to be sentimental and make it more embarrassing, so he could only cough lightly and turned his head away.

"Aren't you a little arrogant, if Ferdinandia depends on you—"

With a stab in his heart, Shen Zhifan interrupted Yan Shuo in a low voice: "My lord, this is a personal grievance between me and Ferdinandia."

Yan Shuo looked at him firmly, and frowned tightly: "This is not a conflict, we can cooperate."

Besides, even if it's not cooperation, based on our relationship——

Yan Shuo was about to blurt out this sentence again, but it was blocked in his throat.

With their relationship, what relationship do they have?

The relationship between sleeping together overnight, or the grace of saving lives in the past, or...

His heart twitched suddenly, and it felt as if air was injected into his heart for a moment, and even the corners of his eyes twitched.

"No," Shen Zhifan sighed for a long time, he finally resigned to his fate, a faint wry smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You don't understand."

"...What don't you understand?" Yan Shuo looked at him quietly.

What else can he not understand, what kind of intolerance can he have?

He didn't even ask him why he left, why he came back, and what he was going to do.

"I can't cooperate with you," Shen Zhifan lowered his eyes, the color of his pupils was light, but still so deep that no trace of emotion could be seen inside, "My lord, I lied to you last time, I can't do it .”

Yan Shuo stared at him: "What do you mean?"

Shen Zhifan chuckled lightly: "This country, I don't want...I don't want to have more entanglements with this country."

Yan Shuo was taken aback: "Why?"

Shen Zhifan's eyes suddenly turned cold, his eyeballs turned up very slowly, his sight was suffocating, the light from the side fell down, there was a kind of bluish cold reflection.

"My family, everything that I lost afterward... was persecuted by the empire. I can't, I can't persuade myself, to be loyal to such a country."

Yan Shuo felt his head grow bigger, Shen Zhifan's past and everything he could understand flashed through his mind quickly.

At last he looked at him deeply: “do you want to tell me?”

Shen Zhifan knew what he was talking about, he was silent for a while, and finally nodded.

"My home is at N-192," Shen Zhifan said in a low voice, which was originally clear as a teenager, but now it was unbelievably low and hoarse, "It's a barren and backward place. The people are warm and simple, and there is no way to compare it with the Emperor Planet, which is prosperous and indifferent. Most of them have no pursuits, and they are willing to seek stability even if they live in hardship. The biggest hope is that life will be easier and the metal storm will be less. "

Shen Zhifan raised his eyes, his eyes were so bright that they seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

"It's not just N-192, there are tens of thousands of people like this planet, this kind of inhabitants, my lord, please tell me, did they do anything wrong? If such a life, only relying on the selfishness of those people can If you plunder casually, will this country be saved?"

Yan Shuo was startled: "You mean the explosion of the N galaxy?"

"Yes," Shen Zhifan's voice was raised two inches, his throat moved, and his palms were tightly grasped on the bed sheet, "I used to only think that this was our misfortune, but I never maliciously speculated that these tens of millions of lives They are all considered to be destructive, and the reason may be just to cover up their dirty deeds and slaughter the lives of innocent people in this way."

Yan Shuo looked at him complicatedly, unable to speak for a moment.

"They didn't know that they were abandoned at will before they died." Shen Zhifan couldn't help becoming emotional, and his voice was high. "Is there really a need for such a country and such a leader to exist?"

"I'm sorry," Shen Zhifan raised his eyes, "When I knew that this country might face extinction, I didn't feel sad. Instead, I felt happy, even...relieved."

Yan Shuo's lips moved slightly, silently looking at the slumped young man.

"Do you know the reason," he bit his lower lip tightly, looking so pale, so hard, but still fragile, "because of 'Sivir', because we are the so-called potion of immortality, they want to If we want to survive, our lives must be deprived, and I can hardly imagine that this is what will happen in a highly civilized country."

His five fingers gripping the bed sheet suddenly loosened.

He never thought of telling Yan Shuo that Shen Zhifan's life was pale and ups and downs, he had already let go of his only concern, this world made him so attached to each other, only waiting for the final outcome.

—Kill Ferdinand, or be killed by Ferdinand.

If he could, he would also think of the moment when he saw the country fall.

However, this is another kind of evasion. He knows that he has no ability to seek justice for those thousands of lives, so he would rather look at it so despicably.

Willful and incompetent, but what can he do.

Shen Zhifan wiped his face, his eyes fogged slightly, but he dried it quickly, just like his current appearance, as indifferent as a stone statue standing in the weeds for thousands of years.

"...Xi Weier." Yan Shuo lowered his head and repeated, "I saw it in my father's notes back then, but I didn't expect it to exist."

Shen Zhifan moved his fingers slightly and looked up at him.

"Sivir, the legend of immortality."

Yan Shuo said again and looked down at him.

Shen Zhifan hid the blade in his eyes, but also concealed the blood: "Yes, I am Xavier."

Yan Shuo took two steps forward and bent down, Shen Zhifan didn't dodge, just sat quietly and looked up at him.

The eyes of the two people intertwined one high and one low.

Even breathing fell silent, the lights in the room were surprisingly bright for a moment, but even the light was kept secret.

Shen Zhifan looked at him steadfastly, but Yan Shuo strangely saw a few traces of pleading in his frost-like eyes.

He thought for a while, and reached out to touch his cheek.

Shen Zhifan was taken aback for a moment, rolled his eyes twice, and stared at him blankly.

"Is this your secret?"

Shen Zhifan paused, almost crying.

"Perhaps so, my lord."

Yan Shuo was silent for a while, then bent down.

He leaned down to plant a feathery kiss on his lips.

Shen Zhifan didn't dodge, as if he had confessed everything, he was not afraid of anything, and he didn't care about anything.

He just shivered, and the net binding his heart was cut two more points.

But the kiss was tender.

He suddenly remembered the fable he read many years ago.

The wind and the sun made a bet on who could take off the traveler's clothes.

The strong wind howled and curled, and the traveler shivered, but none of the clothes were blown away, and instead began to pile up clothes non-stop.

Only the sun, which increases the temperature gently and calmly, makes travelers take off their clothes willingly.

When Shen Zhifan read this story back then, he only thought that the wind was so stupid. Now, when he came into contact with this quiet kiss like the sun in the story, he suddenly realized how pitiful the traveler is.

Travelers don't want to take off their clothes.

But this kiss was so powerful that Shen Zhifan couldn't resist it.

"May I ask a question, maybe it's a bit stupid," Shen Zhifan looked up at him, "Why did you kiss me?"

"You asked once." Yan Shuo's fingers were still stroking Shen Zhifan's face, his eyes were gentle and indulgent, like the warm Sem River, "I didn't tell you that time, but this time I will tell you."

"Because actually every time I see you, I want to kiss you, so I do."

Shen Zhifan lowered his eyes: "My lord, I am Xavier."

"You..." Yan Shuo paused, and suddenly gained confidence in his heart, "Aren't you my lover? Didn't you promise it?"

Shen Zhifan stared at him blankly, and suddenly became at a loss: "I...but I..."

"I don't care about these things," Yan Shuo pinched his chin, Shen Zhifan's disguise finally fell apart, "I just care about whether you want to kiss me or not."

"Do you want to kiss me, Zhifan?"

The sound was like a curse, and like a thorny thorn.

The gentle weak water is also the sunshine in the fable.

"I think," Shen Zhifan murmured softly, and then looked at him fixedly again, "I want to kiss you, my lord."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Shuo's kiss covered him again.

He didn't know why, but tears fell down his face.

For the traveler who experienced the storm, the latter must be the best sunshine.