Veteran Cadre and Bug Chief [Interstellar]

The temperature and humidity control system has automatically turned on after sensing that the owner has returned to the house. The temperature in the room should be right now, but the moment Qi Fei pressed the insect claw, he felt as if he had touched a piece of ice.

Yan's hand holding the handle of the cup was cold and stiff, like a dead object embedded in the handle. Qi Fei felt the wetness of his hand as if melting ice. He subconsciously moved his fingertips and found that the liquid under his hand Viscous than water.

Pain always comes later when cut by an extremely sharp object.

Qi Fei didn't realize that the stickiness came from his fingertips until he felt a sense of splitting. When he stretched out his hand to press the worm claw mentioned above, the opponent's sharp claws that were faintly showing signs of coming out happened to be fully stretched come out.Their hands touched at the wrong time, and the sharp point of the claw dug into his fingertips.

The horizontal wound surface of the wound is not large, but the vertical depth is slightly deeper. The fresh blood with fishy smell and magnificent color flows between the overlapping fingers, and it brings some sickness to the insect claw that had previously shown a dead texture. breath of life.

Just a little bit short, Yan's thoughts that were almost sunk in memory were recalled by the slippery and slightly fishy smell, he slowly lowered his gaze, and looked at the blood stained fingertips for a long while.He didn't realize whose blood it was at first, and was still lingering at his fingertips, looking for wounds on it. After a while, he understood, and looked up at Qi Fei.

The aggressive claw tip was still connected to the fingertips without any defensive armor in the wrong way, but Qi Fei didn't seem to feel the pain, and the warm and dry hand was still pressed on the back of Yan's hand.

It was only after Qi Fei raised his eyes that he could fully see Chief Chong's expression, and he was startled by that expression.

Different from all the expressions Qi Fei had seen before, the expression he raised his eyes to look at him was full of bewilderment.It's like a child who made an unintentional mistake. He is at a loss for the bad consequences he caused, but he doesn't want to hide the truth. He deliberately conceals the mistake. In the end, he has no choice but to stand up and admit his mistake with anxiety about unknown punishment and anger.

This is a question that Qi Fei has been avoiding before, and he did not show the expression when he clearly told the other party that he does not accept template nesting.

And now Yan showed such a dazed apprehension, was it because the other party accidentally revealed too much emotion in front of him just now, or was it just because... accidentally pricked his hand?

Qi Fei thought for a moment in his heart. He rationally felt that the former conjecture was more reliable, but his intuition told him that the latter conjecture was closer to reality.

However, no matter which of the two is the truth, it needs to be tested through practice. After confirming that Yan's mental state has stabilized a lot, Qi Fei is ready to let go of this "covering claw" of etiquette and caring. As soon as he moved his hand, Yan's other paw covered him, pinching his hand like when he was making sandwiches.

"Don't move." Yan's voice was also a little helpless. He seemed like a medical student who had just entered the academy for a day and was told to have clinical practice. The bleeding wound of the "patient" made him feel like an enemy. He had completely forgotten his limited professional knowledge under the tension, and could only scratch the paws of the "patient" in a panic, not knowing what to do.

Yan didn't even dare to withdraw the tip of his claws, for fear of causing Qi Fei a second injury: "I'll contact the medical room immediately and ask them to come over with a first aid kit!"

"No need." Qi Fei had quick eyes and quick hands, and used his empty hand to switch off Yan's communication terminal, he felt a little dumbfounded.

There is no need to alert the medical team to the injury of the finger pulp being punctured by a sharp object, let alone a first aid kit, just go to the small medicine box in the room to get a bottle of hemostatic spray and medical bandages to treat it by yourself.On the training ground, he is vigorous and imposing. It is rumored that he is also a worm leader with outstanding achievements in the imperial merit record. He should have seen countless more serious wartime wounds than this, and he has also dealt with them properly, but at this time As if frightened by the wound that appeared on Qi Fei's fingertips, he didn't realize that he was making a fuss.

Rarely in his life has he been treated with such fuss by someone other than his father. Even the fuss from his father is something that has to be revisited by pulling out memories from many years ago. He said "I have personal enmity with them" with a half-hearted smile, and this seems to be developing in the direction of idiots. He felt that the contrast seemed to be condensed into a small stone, which was gently thrown into it. In the calm lake water, there was a small "plop" sound.

Although Chief Insect showed full concern for Qi Fei's wound, after careful investigation, Qi Fei was probably the worst patient in Chief Insect's medical history so far. The injured and bleeding target was clearly him, but he became In order to appease one party, he had to take care of Yan's emotions.

When the fingertips connected in the wrong way were separated, another string of blood beads came out. Qi Fei took the initiative to move his hand away, and he took the clean towel hanging on the side and simply wiped the blood around the wound. Then he quickly found the standing small medicine box.

The area of ​​the dormitory is not big. With Qi Fei's long legs, it is only a few steps to get the medicine box from the locker. A pair of insect claws with dried blood on the tip stretched out after the medicine box was opened. Before his eyes, he took the spray and bandages before him.

Yan frowned tightly: "I'll do it."

Chief Chong seems to have recovered a lot, barely regaining some of his usual calm demeanor. He strictly followed the correct steps to bandage the wound, but the speed of bandaging was very impressive.

Qi Fei felt that his hands were enjoying the treatment of unearthed cultural relics, because Yan made every step slowly and delicately, and he tried to say something to ease the almost frozen atmosphere.

That topic must be "safe" and not have negative effects like the previous question.

Qi Fei thought for a while, and picked up the question he raised in the restaurant, but almost forgot afterwards: "You..."

Yan raised his head and glanced at him: "'You', this is a private occasion, so don't be so formal."

In order to take into account the overall situation of smooth communication, Qi Fei changed his words: "When we are dining in the restaurant tonight, do you have anything to say to me?"

"Restaurant?" Yan kept moving his hands, only looking at Qi Fei with a somewhat inexplicable expression.

Qi Fei guessed that Yan might have temporarily forgotten that incident just like him just now, and he reminded the other party: "You...you kept kicking me under the table at that time."

At first Qi Fei thought it was just an unintentional contact between legs and feet, so he moved his legs to make room for some space, but the legs from the opposite side refused to let go, and continued to catch up after he moved a little space, Clings to him and kicks his legs very regularly.After realizing that the contact was not accidental, Qi Fei glanced at Yan who was sitting directly opposite, and found that the other person looked calm, and even cast a concerned look as if nothing had happened when he looked over.

"No one was talking at the dinner table, so you can rule out the possibility of you reminding me to focus on who is speaking. I tried to convert it into Morse code according to the touch frequency, but the deciphered content was meaningless." Qi Fei stated I made my own speculation and sincerely asked for an answer, "What exactly did you want to convey to me at that time?"

The movement of Yan's hands had stopped, and he didn't know if it was Qi Fei's illusion, but he always felt that Yan was a little embarrassed.

The wound has been treated, and the bandage specially cut to a suitable size has been wrapped. Under Qi Fei's gaze, Yan's eyes moved down, staring at the hand that was still held in his paw for a while, he hesitated whether he should It's time to tell the truth.

In the end, he answered truthfully, "I didn't kick you."

Qi Fei: "Huh?"

I thought there would be more to come later, such as explaining in detail what the "serial kicks" were intended to do at that time, but the chief worm fell silent, and the whole worm seemed to refuse to continue this topic.

Qi Fei didn't know why, but he was always good-tempered. He respected Yan's refusal to answer, and didn't force him to answer.

The wounds have been treated, and the question about why the rest of the Zergs are not surprised to say that they are pursuing the past has also been answered. Qi Fei stroked the remaining questions in his heart and roughly arranged them in order. He asked for a moment, and then Go and get a data board, and enter the questions according to the serial number.

It was only time to enter a few lines of words. Qi Fei lowered his head slightly to enter words into the data pad. He suddenly felt a shadow approaching quickly in front of him.

Qi Fei looked up vigilantly, only to see Yan who was facing him upside down, he quickly buckled the data pad on his lap, and freed his hands to support Yan's fallen body.

The body that insists on exercising all the year round can feel a sense of strength in the hands, it is firm, firm, and flexible.

With such a strong body and high muscle density, the weight will naturally not be too light. Fortunately, Qi Fei also has a well-trained body, so he easily caught the words of falling down.

Due to the distance between the two parties and the falling angle, Yan's head was just on Qi Fei's shoulder, and Qi Fei felt a small warm air flow on the side of his neck, which made him feel a slight itchy neck.

Chief Chong, who said he was coming to answer Qi Fei's questions late at night, just fell asleep in seconds while Qi Fei lowered his head to enter data.

Qi Fei silently supported Yan's body, he hesitated for a while, then patted Yan's back carefully, and Chief Zong gave him a small dawdle, as if he was dissatisfied that his sleep was disturbed.

This dawdling added a bit of ambiguity to this inappropriate posture. Qi Fei silently stopped, not daring to move any more. He looked at the brown hair behind Yan's head with a paralyzed face, and thought about how to solve it. Current Situation, Problem.