laboratory

[This is two days after 'he' came out of the culture medium. [What happened last time...(strike out)] I don't know what method 'he' used. Regarding the escape of 'him', the above did not suspect me - although it has nothing to do with me, It was 'he' who escaped by his own ability.It took a long time to find it above, but I don't think it needs to be so troublesome... Just like I expected, 'he' came back with a vengeance. 】

The flames spread, and there were screams of panic everywhere. When the fleeing crowd saw the open laboratory door, they froze for a moment and then quickly shouted to the researchers who were still sitting: "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you run away?" !"

The researcher with the pen turned his head, but the fleeing man couldn't wait for the researcher to answer. The reminder was only his duty, and he hadn't realized that he would give up his chance of survival in order to help others.

"I can't run away anymore."

The words contained in his mouth were finally uttered. The researcher closed the diary and sighed softly: "Since it was done by him, how could a fish that slipped through the net be let go."

"You still understand me."

The man came in from nowhere, and stood in front of the researcher with a chuckle. The researcher was obviously startled and wanted to run back subconsciously, but was hugged by the man from behind.

The man's voice was very soft, with a magnetism that ordinary people could not resist: "I miss you so much."

The researchers' bodies were as rigid as stone.

"Do you miss me?" The hand went down, pinched the round petal, and rubbed it lightly.

"No, take it away!"

"yes--"

The protracted voice was tinged with an unknown danger. The researcher only felt the pain in his buttocks. The man's sudden increase in strength made him feel a little overwhelmed, and he almost cried out in pain. Fortunately, the man stopped quickly and did not let him lose his grip. lost face.

Although he has no face in front of men.

"You have to be good." The man gnawed at the researcher's ear pinnae carefully, and gently rubbed the researcher's buttocks with the other hand, "I was created by you, what is the limit of strength? You should know better than me."

The researcher clenched his fists tightly. The tearing pain just now really made him fearful. Thinking of what the man did to him before, he couldn't help but blush.

"It seems to be swollen." The man's tone was flat, but it is not difficult to find the extreme regret and distress in his eyes, "Your skin is too delicate."

At this moment, the researchers really wanted to smear the man's face with countless plasma lasers.

"Don't be angry, eh?" The man rubbed his cheek against the researcher's hair, "How about I let you pinch it back?"

The word "roll" swirled around in his mouth, but he finally swallowed it.

"If you don't pinch, you won't be angry?"

“…”

"I'll just pretend you're not angry."

"......"roll.

"Don't look at me with such tired and confused eyes." The man hugged the researcher tightly, with an almost inaudible pleading in his eyes, and a little self-deprecating, "It makes me feel that you have regretted making me."

No.....

When I was angry again, I never...

"After all, I did that to you." The man's hand slowly reached the back of the researcher's neck, "But I'm sorry, I still don't change my mind."

Before being dazed by the man, the researchers vaguely heard someone calling the man a general.

General?

how is this possible.....