俘宠

Chapter.3

[I have always seen pets pleasing their owners, how can an owner please a pet instead? 】

If it was said that he relaxed his vigilance against Ivan because of the seemingly harmless appearance of the other party, then it is because of his own stupidity that he rashly complied with Wang Yao's request.Gilbert lay down on his back and let his mind go blank, not wanting to think about the consequences of his actions at all.

Compared with Ivan's almost unchanged baby face and the city hidden under his childish voice, Wang Yao seems to be more sincere.He does not pretend to be deliberately, and clearly marks the price. Although it is a threat, he will not dig a hole to force you to jump down. The trade-off is still in his own hands.

Gilbert always felt that this person was not the same as that annoying bear.The methods used to play are similar, but they are not the same.

As for what's different... He turned his head to look at Wang Yao who was sitting at the table handling paperwork, stared at it for a long time, but still couldn't tell.

Are people really different from each other?

Wang Yao smiled and glanced at Gilbert. The latter was still wandering, with a perfect figure reflected in his red crystal pupils.He put down the paperwork and walked over, stretched out his hand to test the temperature on Gilbert's forehead, felt that he had almost returned to normal, and lifted off the thick and soft blanket.

"This is my bed."

Gilbert had nothing on him, so he quickly sat up to block Wang Yao's smiling eyes.

"Should I go back?" But I don't know the way to that tent yet.

"What are you going back for? It's so late." Wang Yaoyang called the maid to come in and wash up. The little girl blinked at the young man of the foreign race on the bed.

"Okay, she's gone, don't hold it back." Reluctantly peeling a ripe tomato from the blanket, he was sweating for a while.Wang Yao looked amused, stuck his chin and planted a kiss on the scarred red pupils, as light as a feather, and retreated as soon as he touched it.

Gilbert didn't dare to move. "Then, where do I sleep?"

Wang Yao's hand guides his gaze to the bedside. "Here. I will ask someone to clean it up for you. You will sleep here from now on."

It didn't take long for Gilbert to feel sleepy after lying on the ground.He didn't feel ashamed, a prisoner, good food and drink, hospitality and a warm and quiet sleeping environment, this standard was even higher than most of his marching career.

And Wang Yao personally covered him with that thick and soft blanket.He thought, there must be a good dream tonight.

He seemed to hear someone calling his name.

A soft and low voice hidden deep in his memory.

He tries to open his eyes, but there are only chains, shackles, sadism, and the cold violence that is always on him.The indifferent violet oppressed him, torturing his body and nerves every night with irresistible majesty.

The night is infinitely elongated.He climaxed again and again under the man with a blank face, his eyes opened wide, looking at the silent moon outside the window sill.

He didn't even want to go home, for fear that his younger brother would see the strange wounds and scars on his body.His younger brother Ludwig asked him more than once about life in the army, and he just smiled and said it was fine.

Does that brother get along well with his boss?

Um. ......fine.

He couldn't explain this to his brother.Said that he was raped|raped by a man, was that man a famous imperial general?Who would believe it.

And so the pain continued.Gilbert knew that the torture would continue until his death.

"Gilbert."

...someone actually called him.Gentle, but clear voice.

"Do I look like your father?"

It was clearly teasing, but Gilbert opened his eyes and accepted obediently: "A little bit."

Wang Yao smiled and shook his head.

Gilbert sat up cross-legged, the warmth from the blanket slowly drying the sticky cold sweat on his body.It was already bright outside, and he saw the dazzling white light outside the curtain rolled up by the maid, and a new day was about to begin.

"Slept well last night?"

Wang Yao casually flipped through the military documents sent early in the morning.The general seemed to have finally discovered the fact that his favorite subordinate was missing.

"Fortunately."

"You have become obedient," which is a good thing and a bad thing. "Why, do you really think of me as your father?"

Gilbert paused. "My father wouldn't do that to me."

Wang Yao looked at him with approval and affirmation. "You're right, my eagle. No hunter would spare a game like you. In essence, I'm no different from that general."

Gilbert didn't answer.But he still believed in his point of view, even hunters have different types, although Ivan has done all these things to him, and even the lines are the same.

He also didn't understand where this irresponsible impression came from.It is clear that Wang Yao and his father are two people who have nothing to do with each other, but they gave him similar peace of mind and dependence.Even after clearly understanding Wang Yao's methods, he still chooses to believe.Maybe it's because of those amber-gold eyes?There is ocean in the father's eyes, which is unreserved care and tolerance; Wang Yao's gentleness is gradually eroded after insight into everything.

He has to admit that Wang Yao is such a gentle person in his heart now.

baffling.Gilbert lowered his head, suddenly having nothing to do.

Something must be done, he thought.If you are free, you will get sick.

"I guess your boss is very anxious right now." Wang Yao picked up a pen and licked the edge of the inkstone to prepare the written instructions, "You are very important to him."

Gilbert just sneered contemptuously.

Wang Yao had expected that he would react like this, and felt a little pity for the general who was treated like this.He didn't know Ivan Braginsky well, and he had never fought against him before, but he could vaguely guess some of the opponent's thoughts.

They are the same kind of people, Wang Yao understands deeply.For the sake of the purpose, the means are unscrupulous; against this unruly black eagle, they are just showing their own abilities.

Wang Yao also lacked understanding of Gilbert Beschmidt.Even after the imperial brother ordered him to go to the border to deal with the threat of foreign enemies, he just flipped through the other party's information, and he didn't really see the so-called Black Eagle until he met before the battle.

Eye-catching silver-haired blood pupils, almost pale complexion.

Such sharp eyes, the determination to never bow his head, and the unspeakable desire for death.

Wang Yao couldn't understand why there would be such unprecedented fanaticism towards the end.

It was as if he actually condoned Gilbert's aggressive words and deeds.

Inexplicable, beyond expression.

Gilbert spent a whole day in Wang Yao's camp without doing anything, and felt a little anxious to sleep at night.

Wang Yao went out to discuss the war situation with his subordinates in the afternoon, and now he was so tired that he just wanted to rest, but there was always a movement of turning over under the bed, and he always thought in his heart, how could he fall asleep smoothly.

He patted the edge of the bed. "you come up."

Gilbert sat up and rested his chin on the futon beside him. "Sorry, I'm not arguing anymore."

"I said you come up."

Gilbert hugged the blanket and lay down on it.Wang Yao lifted a corner of the quilt, Gilbert was a little embarrassed, but he still got in.A soft body slid into his arms, and Gilbert couldn't help shivering, "You're so cold..."

It's not just cold, it's cold.

"You are warm." Wang Yao's voice was lazy.He blew a cold wind all afternoon. "Hold tight. I always see pets pleasing their owners. How can an owner please a pet instead?"

Gilbert held out his hand hesitantly.It's like hugging a pile of snow, cold and soft.

The warm and cool breath hit the skin of his chest|chest. "Don't think about it, go to sleep."

Gilbert closed his eyes.

He prayed that he could have a dreamless night.

Don't expect to dream of anyone, and you won't dream of anyone.