The male worm who is the object of marriage has just reached adulthood

The door lock is iris recognition.

Unscrewing the doorknob, Arthur stepped into the door first, stretched out his hand to drag the moon-watching male in, and pressed against the door.

The cat, the cat, and the insects meowed, smelled of alcohol, and huddled on the bookshelf, refusing to come down. The lights in the room were not turned on, the two insects sniffed each other, and the smell of manel flowers was strong.

Evan stretched out his hand and pinched the female's nose, it was cool, and he said, "Major General, you are drunk."

"No."

"really?"

"real."

Evan nodded, and easily believed what Arthur said. He touched his forehead and felt dizzy: "I want to sleep, I may be drunk."

Arthur Lan's hand holding the door kept slipping, and the person was dangling, with double images in front of his eyes, but he insisted on staring at Evan without blinking his eyes.

The appearance of the male worm is neither gorgeous nor handsome, just ordinary and good-looking, with eyebrows that are neither thick nor light, and lips that are neither red nor gaudy.

The smell is calm and the expression is indifferent, but he is as soft as a pillow, or not a pillow, but a large handful of golden wheat grains. When hugging, he can't help but be satisfied, and his soul is filled together.

Arthur Lan put his shoulders on the male worm's shoulder, and persuaded him with his big tongue: "You are not drunk, try to walk in a straight line, if you can walk in a straight line, you are not drunk."

He sniffed, firmly raised a finger, and shook it in front of Evan's eyes: "I'm not drunk."

The lake of spiritual power in Evan's mind rippled in circles, and the pale golden silk thread swayed left and right.

He felt that Atherland was right.

Comparing the distance from the door to the bathroom, he squinted one eye to aim, and after taking the first step, like an uncontrolled robot, he slammed crookedly into the wall beside him.

His head banged against the wall.

Evan was in pain, slid down the wall, covered his head, and turned back to ask Assellan: "Did I walk in a straight line?"

Asselan's head was ticking, and he was about to fall asleep. When he heard the male insect's question, he subconsciously opened his eyes and looked around: "Straight, straight, you are not drunk."

Evan clutched his forehead, suddenly: "So I'm not drunk."

"Correct."

Mai Naihua's stamina was strong, and Aslan hiccupped, and he was already on top.

He stood up and went to Raven: "Get up, let's go find a pot, find a bigger pot."

Evan was pulled up by Assellan, staggered, and the two worms collapsed on top of each other, each screaming.

Evan rubbed the back of his head, misty eyes appeared in his eyes, and he looked at Aselan who was pressing on his chest in a daze: "Major General... What are you doing with a basin."

Asselan hissed, turned over and lay flat, and slowly leaned against the male worm's ear: "I'll take you to get the amethyst coins, if it's too late, there will be no more."

Evan opened his eyes and leaned against Aslan's ear: "Where is it?"

Asselan thought for a while, then lowered his voice to the ear of the male insect: "First, we need to find a river, and then we need to find a basin."

Evan still has basic logic: "There are no stars in the river, Major General, only in the bank."

Arthur Lan said firmly: "Nonsense, my money is fished out of the river. If anyone in the army is short of money, he will wait for the river to rise and bring a basin to fish for it. A lot of star coins will float down the river."

Evan paused for a while and was convinced. He shook his head: "I won't go fishing anymore. When I'm leaving, I can't take the star coins back."

Aslan patted his chest and continued to talk loudly: "It's okay, leave it to me."

Evan's eyes were full of mist, and the lake of mental power was filled with the smell of Manehua wine. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find a reason to refuse, so he could only say, "That's fine."

Arthur got up and leaned against the wall to look for a basin and a river. He went around the kitchen to make sure there was nothing there, then went to the bathroom, searched for it, and emptied a wooden box.

"What does it taste like? It's so bitter."

Asselan subconsciously turned on the faucet, the white powder swirled, and Gududu was flushed into the sewer.

Evan followed behind and staggered in. Seeing the familiar wooden box, Arthur turned on the faucet to wash the powder, and he reacted slowly and made a sound.

"Don't fall."

Evan walked up top-heavy to grab the female's arm.

Arthur Lan was thrown on the mirror by a strong force. He turned his head and saw the black-haired and fair-skinned male paralyzed with red cheeks and watery eyes, looking sadly at the washed away powder.

"You pay for my tooth powder."

Arthur Lan raised his voice, and slowly shook the box in his hand, slurring his words: "Tooth powder? May I buy toothpaste for Li?"

Evan almost cried, he didn't want to make star coins with Aselan, he lost all the tooth powder.

"I do not want."

"why?"

Arthur Lan grabbed Evan's hand and blocked him behind the bathroom door. With a cold face, he picked up toothpaste and squeezed out a little, forcing: "Try it."

"No." Evan refused simply.

Atherland asked: "What about the rope?"

Evan's face was flushed, the mist in his eyes condensed into water droplets, and his cheeks were flushed: "Because, because the toothpaste tastes so good..."

After a long pause, Evan continued.

"If you can't help but swallow it, your stomach will feel uncomfortable, and your hiccups will smell like toothpaste."

As he spoke, Evan turned his back to Assellan, facing the wall, with his head bit by bit on the wall, very sad: "Now you know my secret."

Because the secret was known, Evan was depressed, and Arthur yelled several times, but Evan remained motionless.

After thinking about it for a long time with the brain fermented by alcohol, Arthur said comfortingly: "Then I will tell you a secret."

Evan turned his head slowly: "What's the secret?"

Atherland leaned close to Evan's ear, propped one hand on the wall, and exhaled a wind with the smell of mana flowers: "My hair is dyed. Actually, I have black hair."

Evan tilted his head: "Really?"

"Really, every time I get angry, my hair is so angry that I want to turn black. Look, has it turned black?"

Evan shook his head: "No."

Asselland said: "Yes, that's because I'm not angry now. If I'm not angry, I have silver hair. If I'm angry, I have black hair. I didn't lie to you."

Evan's cheeks were astonishingly hot, he turned around, put his shoulders on Arthur Lan's shoulders sympathetically, rubbed against each other's cheeks, and comforted him: "It must be very hard to change."

Asselan hiccupped: "...It's not hard."

Mao Maochong, with its big tail hanging down, jumped from one end of the bookshelf to the other. The two drunken worms hooked their shoulders, swayed, and entered the bedroom on the first floor together.

Mimi.

Dinner, Mimi.

Mao Maochong scratched at the door, feeling sad in his heart. He jumped onto the bookshelf again, inspected the territory, and then collapsed on the bookshelf, turning into a pile of cakes.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, General Andrew, who had finished his military affairs and was about to rest, received a video call from his subordinate Aselan.

Clicking to accept, the old general took out the newly bought Mui Nai flower wine from the bedside table, an old brand of more than ten years, opened it and smelled it, it seemed to be much more mellow than last year's.

Look at the label, the degree of drunk insects is 40.00%.

It is 15.00% higher than last year, and it is a special commemorative model for the [-]th anniversary.

Drink less.

General Andrew took a small cup, glanced at the terminal, and found that the video was pitch black. What's going on? Something went wrong with the network?

He put down his wine glass and was about to check the terminal when the drunken and smirking voices of his complacent subordinates came out.

"General~ I've always wanted to tell you that your hair is so funny~"

Andrew: "..."

"Hush—don't talk, he can guess who you are."

This voice seemed to be Lu Shaoshu's junior, that very young male.

Arthur Lan lowered his voice: "He couldn't guess, I turned off the camera, and I didn't even say who I was."

"correct."

"Right."

General Andrew: "..."

The old general took off his armed belt, looked at the terminal, and found that he had turned off the sleep mode. Before turning off the machine, General Andrew sent a loving message to his subordinates.

[Come to my office tomorrow morning]

After hanging up the phone, Arthur and Evan lay side by side on the bed. Evan was drowsy and yawned non-stop.

Atherland made a fuss for an hour or two, but he was too sleepy. He lay beside Evan with his head buried in the quilt. His body was tired and tired, but his whole body was warm and his spirit was extremely excited.

Atheran didn't let Evan sleep, and when he saw the male worm's eyes closed, he opened his eyes with his fingers.

"You're not drunk, you can't sleep."

Evan was expressionless, sleepy as hell, but inexplicably obedient: "Okay, don't sleep."

Then he continued to open his eyes and looked at Arthur Lan.

After a while, Evan's eyelids drooped heavily, his thoughts were also ups and downs, and he could hardly organize logical words.

"Don't sleep, brat, you'll pass out if you sleep."

Asselan was so worried that he gently opened Evan's eyes with his fingers. The corners of Evan's eyes were red. He nodded slowly, bit his fingers, and insisted on being with Atheran: "I won't get drunk."

Arthur Lan nodded: "As long as you don't close your eyes, you won't be drunk."

Because he was so sleepy, his eyes couldn't help but keep closing, so Evan had to think of something else to divert his attention.

But now he smells like Menela wine all over his body, the lake of spirit is rippling, and the silk thread is crooked, and he can't find the end at all.

After much deliberation, the deepest impression is the dark underground palace that is imprinted deep in my mind.

"Major General, do you know about the Eye of the Storm?"

Assellan put her hands on her cheeks, yawned, and her eyes were about to close: "I know, every female in the Imperial Army knows it, it's in the textbooks of the university, every bug knows it."

Evan gently helped him open it manually, and continued: "Major General, do you know Your Majesty?"

Arthur Lan's eyes were opened: "I know."

Evan was not so sleepy anymore, he pinched the female worm's face: "The latest eye of the storm, did you participate in the selection of the female monarch?"

Asselan's expression was dull, and he was sleepy. He paused for a while and didn't care much: "No, I was too old when the selection was made, and if I want to go to the eye of the storm, I should refuse."

Evan let go of his hand: "Why?"

Asselan was too sleepy to think, but subconsciously replied: "It's too boring, I'm going to die."

Evan was silent for a long time.

Slowly retracted the quilt, turned his back to the female, and slowly closed his eyes.

The author has something to say: This article is really sweet, give me a little confidence

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This moment is that moment.

Besides, I was very sweet in the past!