Accidentally attacked the male protagonist

Lin Rujian and the others squatted outside the field like big cats, following the movement of the cat teaser, swung their heads neatly to the left and back to the right, and followed closely the two figures fighting in the training field.

"Hey, brother Jian," a monkey-like guy elbowed the person next to him, "is the major general angry?"

Major General Sywef is usually unsmiling. Although they dared to joke with each other in front of him, they did not dare to show any disrespect to the major general.Just now when Ai Yun replied that sentence, the major general's face darkened.

"Everyone, take it easy in the future," Lin Rujian said meaningfully, "Look, this is the end of talking nonsense. The major general will teach you how to behave yourself."

"Who will teach whom..." Another person muttered bitterly. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the major general did not have the upper hand on the field.

Lin Rujian turned his head and stared at him angrily, it was enough to think about it in his heart, but he had to say it out, the major general didn't want to lose face?But...it's true, when they fought against Ai Yun last time, he wasn't that good, and today he seems to be able to overwhelm the major general with ease.

"Eh? It's over?" The two on the field seemed to have finished fighting, and the major general was restrained face down.

Zou Jiyu knew that he was stronger than Shewif, so in order not to hurt him with his fists, he adopted the method of using softness to overcome steel to remove the momentum of the attack.Syweif was beaten aggrievedly, and he couldn't help being a little bit more desperate.

After going back and forth for hundreds of rounds, Zou Jiyu saw that he was almost exhausted, so he made a sudden attack, using a less aggressive Jiu-Jitsu technique, wrapping his elbow around his neck, then bent his left arm, locking his hands and feet on the ground of the training ground, The whole person is stuck to his sweaty back, and the sides of his face are his ears covered by messy hair.

After exercising, Zou Jiyu was slightly out of breath.After exercising strenuously, Syweif had a thin layer of sweat on his skin, and the rising heat brought a faint smell of sweat, mixed with a faint fragrance floating in his nose.

Zou Jiyu couldn't wait to catch this vague breath, his heart was trembling, he lowered his head involuntarily, and approached the long neck, and found a faint mole on his fair skin...

Servev panted and turned his head angrily, his sapphire eyes stared at him fiercely, but there was a trace of grievance in his eyes.Eyes collided, Zou Jiyu froze, feeling a little guilty for some reason, he looked away and let go of his hands and feet embarrassingly, and stood up.

Syweif got up and loosened his joints, and left without saying a word, without being followed.Lin Rujian and the others looked at Zou Jiyu condemningly, as if he was a heinous scum who abandoned his wife and son.

He went back to his room and took a shower, his mind was in a mess, and the cold water that covered his head and face didn't calm his mind down.He came out and changed into casual clothes, relaxed his muscles and half-lyed on a chair to rest.

There are so many things to do in the past few days, and I am too busy to touch the ground. Tomorrow, I will start to clean up the chaotic party, and at the same time prepare for the next round of Zerg invasion.He should have used this half day to take a good rest, but he still couldn't calm down, his heart was like a ball of cotton, not heavy, but extremely bored.

He closed his eyes, and one picture after another appeared in his mind, flashing like a horse watching flowers, the white arm on his shoulder, squinting his eyes and smiling at him maliciously, and threw himself into his arms regardless of the severity... ...Finally fixed on the kiss that was about to leave, the cheeks seemed to still have a soft touch, and half of the face was already numb.

He opened his eyes, looked forward blankly, after a while, stood up and went out again.He is a man of action, and he will act immediately on whatever he decides.

It is not difficult to find out the whereabouts of Sywef. He is undergoing psychiatric treatment in the infirmary.The cause of neurasthenia includes genetic factors. His Majesty the Emperor has not been driving the mecha for a long time, but he got sick. Syweif, who has been dealing with the mecha all day long, is at a greater risk of getting sick, so he needs regular psychiatric treatment.

The independent treatment room generally does not allow other people to enter. Fortunately, the first stage of treatment has ended, and the second stage has not yet started. When Syweifu heard Zou Jiyu looking for him, his eyes flickered for a while, and he was let in.

He hid on the treatment chair, clasped his hands on his stomach, did not turn his head to look at Zou Jiyu who was walking over, and seemed determined to ignore him.

Zou Jiyu's doubts deepened in his heart, he was too familiar with this style of holding his breath.A female doctor took out a round white sheet and prepared to paste it on Syweifu. Zou Jiyu smiled at her and asked politely: "Can I come?"

The female doctor was stunned for a moment, and looked at Sewiev questioningly. The major general's mental treatment has always been in charge of special personnel, and this is the first time someone has made such a request.

Seviv pursed his lips and nodded slightly.The female doctor put away the surprise on her face and left with a wink. Maybe the two of them need to discuss something important.

The second stage is physical therapy. The technology is not complicated and can be used by laymen.Zou Jiyu sat next to the treatment chair, and with one hand gently brushed aside Seweifu's soft, broken hair, exposing his smooth forehead. With the other hand, he twisted the white sheet and stuck it to his temples and between his eyebrows.The parameters have been set in advance, he only needs to turn on the switch, and the sheet will start working automatically.

During the treatment, the patient will enter a state of extreme mental relaxation. After a while, Syweif's tense nerves begin to relax, and he slowly lowers his eyelids, drowsy, and his breathing becomes long.

The whole process lasted for 40 minutes, and Zou Jiyu sat aside, carefully tracing his delicate facial features and graceful jawline.No, can't find much similarity.

Syweif's light-colored eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.His vision was blurred and he was not completely out of therapy.

A thought suddenly popped up in Zou Jiyu's mind, besides him, has anyone else seen Syweif so defenseless?I'm afraid there aren't any.His usual high-cold attitude of rejecting others thousands of miles away, no matter the elders, subordinates or ordinary people, all they see is the Lord of the Dark Blade, the strongest in the empire.He hangs these labels on his body and cannot take them off in front of others at all times.

Zou Jiyu remembered the first time he met Sywef in the imperial prison.He told the experience of the original owner being wronged and wronged, and Sywef believed him immediately and applied for amnesty for him.If it was because of his double-S physique, then he could completely investigate the incident before making a decision. Anyway, he would not be able to escape while staying in prison, so there was no need to bring a dangerous stranger with him.

He recalled the days when he traveled back and forth, and it was too easy and too fast for Sywyf to trust him.Let him become a confidant, expose the identity of the prince, restart Pofeng for him, and occasionally show little emotions towards him...

"What are you thinking about?" Sewiev looked at him with his eyes half closed, his voice slightly hoarse, with a soft nasal sound, like a child who just woke up.

Zou Jiyu reflexively said in a low voice: "I miss you." As soon as he said it, he realized that the words were ambiguous, but he couldn't take them back.

Syweif didn't know if he understood, Xu Xu curled his mouth, his thoughts were floating in the clouds at this time, and his usual vigilance had not returned.

Zou Jiyu's throat was dry, and a somewhat offensive thought occupied his mind, and he said out of nowhere: "Can I smell you?"

Syweif just smiled at him faintly, his eyes were hazy, and he didn't make a sound.

He was still confused, Zou Jiyu spurned himself for taking advantage of others, but refused to give up the idea.The big deal is that when Sywef wakes up, no matter how he is punished, he will not fight back, nor will he have any complaints.

He and Sywef looked at each other, bent down slowly, and put their noses close to his neck. The warm breath hit the skin of his neck, and a thin layer of pimples could be seen with the naked eye.

Syweif felt that one side of his neck was crisp and itchy, and the hot and humid breath was getting closer and heavier.His mind was blank and he couldn't understand what was happening in front of him, but he was happy and couldn't help smiling.

Zou Jiyu paused, giving him a chance to stop himself.Sywef languidly refused to move.He shortened the last distance with his heart, stopped at a gap of one centimeter, and sniffed lightly like a big hound. This fragrance...

Syweif hummed in his nasal cavity, turned his head unconsciously, and brushed his cool cheek against the other face.

Zou Jiyu raised his head like an electric shock, and Syviv blinked at him, his eyes gradually cleared up, and after a while, he looked away, and the roots of his ears were stained red, spreading to his cheeks little by little.

Zou Jiyu knew that he was fully awake, the two were relatively silent for a while, and the atmosphere in the treatment room was stagnant.Doubt, uneasiness, and faint hope aroused within him.

Sewiev was stared at with a substantial gaze, and the deer banged in his chest.He fiddled with his fingers uncomfortably and bit his lower lip, but after waiting for a while, the person next to him didn't make a sound.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, bit his lip and turned his head suddenly, bumping into the complicated eyes of the other party.

Zou Jiyu was afraid.He is not afraid of bullets, birth, old age, sickness and death, but he is afraid of facing the people in front of him.Dashed hope is more daunting than no hope.Before everything was determined, he didn't know how to treat him.

"You..." Savive broke the silence and whispered softly, "What are you thinking?" It was exactly the same as a few minutes ago.

Zou Jiyu didn't blurt out this time.He opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "I want to be alone."

Syweif felt his face was getting hotter, and the heat was about to come out.His skin is fair, even a little blush is very conspicuous, his sapphire blue eyes are moist, seem to be shimmering, and people can't move their eyes away.

Although there was no obvious expression on his face, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the joy radiating from his whole body stung Zou Jiyu, he cruelly cut off the intersecting eyes, and said calmly, "The treatment is over, is the major general leaving? "

Syweif stared blankly at his sideways face, blinked, and moved his lips, a little confused.The temperature on his face gradually receded, and instead it was covered with a layer of ice, but inside was a simmering anger.

He got up from the treatment chair, clenched his fists, gave him a hateful look, and said in a cold voice, "Let's go."