System maintenance

"Ding, congratulations to Mr. Shen for completing the main task of this volume."

The voice in his head fell, and the blood in Shen Mo's body immediately cooled down. He didn't know the loneliness and reluctance on his face.

He had always been calm and indifferent, and even the groans in his mouth were suppressed, he suddenly felt like going crazy, so he lifted Lin Jianbai with his legs wrapped around him, and kept yelling for more.

Lin Jianbai, who was sprinting vigorously, raised his head, his eyes shrouded in lust were slightly condensed, giving people the feeling of being extremely sharp and hostile, but the original rhythm continued under his body.

"You sound very nice." With a heavy voice on the face of the young man, Lin Jianbai stood up and went deep, then slowed down and rubbed.

She hooked her lips, and moaned out of the slightly short panting of silence, "I know."

Delighted by his answer, Lin Jianbai hugged Silence tightly, rubbing his lips, changing angles again and again to invade, shrugging his hip muscles to contradict him, and accompanying him crazy.

It wasn't until dawn that this joyful love with a faint sense of parting stopped, and Lin Jianbai lay silent and tired in his arms, his washed body trembling slightly with his heaving chest and the aftermath of pleasure.

He put his arm around Lin Jianbai, and asked in his mind, "I'm gone, and the soul of this body comes back, what will be their end in the future?"

"Ding, 111 thinks that Mr. Shen should think about the bug left by the failure of the side mission."

Buried his face in Lin Jianbai's shoulder, rubbed his lips lightly, "You mean that the reason why I haven't left this volume is a bug?"

"Ding, the system is under maintenance."

Shen Mo pursed her lips and frowned, she could never count on this guy at critical times.

"Don't sleep much?" Seeing the young man get up, Lin Jianbai held his waist and pressed him against his chest, slowly stroking his waist with his palm.

Shaking his head silently, he got up and dressed, stood in front of the closet and straightened the collar of his shirt, and put on a beige sweater. He turned and looked at the man who hadn't moved on the bed, "Get up."

"Immediately." Lin Jianbai lifted the quilt and sat up, revealing his naked and strong body. There were several deep scars, more of which were some ambiguous bite marks, and there were deep or shallow scratches on his back.

Calmly looking at the upright equipment between Lin Jian's white legs, Shen Mo put on his coat and put his hands in his pockets.

Being stared at blatantly, Lin Jianbai's eyes sank slightly, he stood up and walked in front of Shen Mo, a transparent liquid dripped from the small opening at the front of the object between his legs, dragged it to the ground, and pulled down a long silver thread.

"Not cold?" Silence let out a chuckle from his nasal cavity.

Lin Jianbai held Shen Mo's hand and put it on his swollen utensil, driving his hand up and down, panting slightly, and kissed the cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye.

His chin rested on Lin Jianbai's shoulder, and he could just see the scene behind him through the full-length mirror behind him. Those scars all reminded of the madness of last night, and the corners of his eyes drooped silently, with a melancholy expression passing by.

After soothing Lin Jianbai with his hands, Mo Mo helped him get dressed, and went to see Lin Xue after washing up.

When he came back, he went directly to the washroom and stood in front of Lin Jianbai to shave him with just the right amount of strength.

Sensitively aware that something was wrong with the young man in front of him, but he couldn't tell, Lin Jianbai frowned, and said in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"General, I want to hear what you said to me last night again." Silence said in a faint voice, with his eyes downcast, unable to see clearly the emotion in his eyes.

Lin Jianbai rolled his throat a few times and tensed his facial muscles. Having seen life and death countless times, he was a little nervous after experiencing strong winds and waves.

It seemed like a long time passed, and it seemed that only a moment later, Shen Mo heard the burning breath in his ears, and a low voice, "...I love you."

Mo Mo's hands paused, Mo Mo helped Lin Jianbai clean up the stubble on his chin, and straightened the collar of his military uniform.

With his arms around Silence's waist, Lin Jianbai raised his chin slightly, his eyes sharp, "Did you forget to say something?"

"What?" Silence raised an eyebrow.

Lin Jianbai frowned, staring at him deeply, "I forgot to say those three words."

"understood."

After Shen Mo finished speaking, he opened the big hands on his waist and walked away, but he was hugged back just a few steps away, and he couldn't breathe because of the strong arms.

The door was closed vigorously, the adjutant outside stroked his eyebrows, glanced at the newspaper in his hand, the general was so energetic early in the morning, it seemed that what happened today might not make him angry.

There was a line written on the newspaper, Binjiang Wharf was attacked, and on the occasion of the Spring Festival, the family of Zhang Cheng, a professor who slammed Japanese culture, was wiped out.