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

Navel oranges are rich in nutrition and have plenty of juice.

Peel the orange peel, the flesh is soft and firm, and the magic is that it has a slightly higher temperature.

Eating oranges alone is more irritating, but roasting them can relieve cough, which is good for your health.

Evan didn't know that the experience of eating navel oranges is like this, like falling into the clouds, like riding a strong horse, like soaking in hot springs.

The wind is rustling outside the window, and the shadows of the trees are whirling.

The windows in the house were open, and the curtains were rolled, letting in gusts of summer wind.

The aroma of mani flowers is mixed in the soft and tranquil smell.

Evan's eyes were blurred, biting his fingers and choking softly. Through the light green gauze curtain, the mountains in the distance were undulating, as if jumping up and down, the bulging and plump muscle groups were densely sucking him.

He felt that the female was different from five years ago.

Not only is the eyes or smell more mature and steady, but the body seems to be more standard. The deltoid muscles that originally covered the shoulders are widened, and the well-developed latissimus dorsi make the torso present a beautiful, firm and straight V shape.

With his back to the sun, his body is like a perfectly proportioned sculpture.

Evan's figure is closer to thinner, and his thin muscles make his originally skinny body plump and green.

Like an unripe green mango.

Asheran, who is a first-time fruit farmer, is jerky and immature, but a military female has the perseverance to not give up until she reaches her goal, and she has very good control over her own muscles.

With the help of the farm tools provided by Evan, he sweated profusely on his own field ridge. Although it was hard work, he also experienced the joy of labor.

It's just that after eating the navel orange, Evan was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open.

Atheran fiddled with his wet forehead hair, and pinched his red nose, those wet tea-green eyes looked over in confusion, their eyelashes blinked, and there were still tears.

The nesting period would have lasted 2-3 days, but unlike other males, Evan recovered his mental power more quickly.

But ending it too early is disrespectful to your nesting partner.

From day to night.

Evan was terribly tired, remembering the default customs, bit the bullet and comforted the female, saying: "Major General, you are doing very well."

Atheran reached out and fiddled with the male's eyelashes.

"Hey, you're exhausted."

The male worm turned over: "I haven't, I'm okay, I'm not tired."

Asselan braced his back and raised his eyebrows: "Then you want to come?"

Evan's face was a little bit embarrassed, blushing slowly, and he was more at a loss than when he ate navel oranges at the beginning. He glanced at the energetic Aselan, and bowed his head slightly apologetically: "I'm sorry...now, I don't know what to do at all. there is none left."

The corners of Arthur's mouth curled up, and he held the male's cheek and kissed it.

"Major General," Evan rubbed his eyes.

"Then come again next time."

Evan was very sleepy. He lay on the pillow and said honestly: "I guess it won't work next time. I will be very busy and have a lot of things to do."

Atherland also lay on the pillow: "Can't we make an appointment?"

Evan sighed, buried his head in the pillow, and said in a dull tone, "Major General, may I know, how do you define the relationship between us?"

Arthur wanted to smoke, but it was inconvenient, so he bit his knuckles: "Let me think about it, do you want to marry me?"

Evan was silent for a while, shaking his head: "Major General, I'm sorry, I won't think about marriage until the problem is resolved, I can't commit."

Atherland said, "You mean the Peace Act with Pollutants?"

Evan nodded.

This is what he has been working towards.

Arthur Lan was not at all uncomfortable with the change of topic. This was the topic he wanted to ask early on, and he felt genuinely puzzled: "Why? Those disgusting slugs, parasites, didn't show the order and appearance that civilization should have. , in fact, I don't think they can be equated with Zerg citizens."

Evan's sleepiness gradually faded, and his face was serious: "I know."

Asselan didn't speak. He didn't doubt Evan's intentions at all, but the difficulty of implementing this matter was no less than merging the Wild Bee Desert into the empire's territory.

Commanders fight pollutants, but also wield a great deal of autonomy.

They are the saviors of the common people, but also the reapers, politicians enjoying privileges and welfare policies.

However, once this delicate balance is broken and no pollutants exist, the contradictions will inevitably shift from racial wars to internal partisan disputes.

The royal family is weak, so they certainly don't want to stir up the muddy water prematurely before they consolidate themselves and take back some of the commander's rights.

Therefore, the peace proposal, which involves deep and wide-reaching areas, cannot be easily shaken by a few words of hope for world peace.

Evan may or may not know.

His stretched eyebrows gradually tightened, and his eyes were filled with worry.

"Major General, the pollutants must be dealt with."

"Ah."

Neither Zerg spoke?

Evan's hair was soft and dense, neatly combed, scattered around the eyebrows at this time, making his face look young and immature.

But he is very young, but he is usually too stable, so people often ignore his age.

Assellan looked at him quietly with his arm resting on his pillow, Evan drooped his eyelashes expressionlessly, and thought for a while: "Will you object to me?"

"It depends on whether you can convince me."

The tone of the female insect is gentle and lazy.

But Evan doesn't intend to detail his plan. The reason why the secret is a secret is because it can never be announced.

Evan was so sleepy that he rubbed his eyes, and his voice was vague: "Major General, do you think it is possible for a living creature parasitic by pollution to not mutate, such as Morikawa, who has at least half of the Zerg bloodline, although he shares a body with the pollutant, But it still has its own thinking and reason, such a parasite can speak the Zerg language and has elegant etiquette, what is the difference from us."

Arthur Lan raised his eyebrows slightly: "What do you mean?"

Evan was silent, lying on the pillow.Eyelids are almost glued together.

Atheran stared at the sleepy and tired male worm, as if he was looking at a speechless coconut. Although the inside was delicious, the outside was covered with inedible labels.

It takes a lot of time to drill a hole in it.

The two Zerg fingers intertwined, the tips of their noses touched the tips of their noses, their legs crossed, their eyes closed, but they couldn't fall into a deep sleep for a while.

The night was short and slow.

The silvery moon moved slowly across the dark blue night sky.

When it rises from the peaks and slowly moves to the branches of the trees, it means that it is late at night.

Evan heard the light footsteps of the servants at the door, and Lord Yao was talking in a low voice with the ascetic monk next door.

time flies.

Arthur put on his military uniform and raised his chin: "Are you going to take a bath?"

to get out of here.

Arthur Lan didn't move, and slowly adjusted his military uniform.

He couldn't help but bent down and hugged Evan. Evan was buried in Aslan's neck, his hair was cold, and it was itchy when he rubbed against the bare skin of his neck.

"I have to go now."

Arthur let go.

When moving, the plump chest muscles and forearms rise and fall gently, like the back of a lamb or a reclining lion, with smooth and graceful lines.

Evan hugged his waist: "Can I wait a little longer? I don't want to take a shower."

Arthur raised his eyebrows: "You smell like me all over you."

Evan said, "You too, is that weird?"

He pushed Atheran down, propped up his body, and put his arms on both sides of Atheran's head, forming a posture of looking down.

Because they don't go out often, the males have a slender body, smooth and delicate skin, and no obvious muscles.

But due to sedentary and a little talent, Evan has a lot of meat on his buttocks and a thin layer of pectoral muscles, which is very comfortable to touch.

Arthur Lan's eyes were deep.

The thread of the male's mental power penetrated very deeply.

It is like a net, or soft vines, entangled in the open spiritual world of the military female, and the gentle touch is like the wind blown by a butterfly flapping its wings.

Aslan's wings spread out, gently covering Evan's naked body.

The well-worn military uniform was messed up again.

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Adjacent room with good soundproofing.

Yao comforted the restless ascetics: "Don't worry."

The younger ascetic monk worried: "But Your Majesty hasn't left the room for six hours, Lord Yao, is it very hard for Your Majesty?"

Yao: "...not hard work."

The little monk wondered: "But those military females just now seem to want to bully His Majesty Sissel."

Yao was silent, silent for a moment, he said: "Do you know how worm eggs are born?"

The little monk clenched his fist: "I know, take it out of my ear."

Yao: "?"