Your Highness, zombies are coming

The first thing Issa did when he opened his eyes was to push aside a guy who was clinging to a person like a large dog. Sarah, he's so embarrassed right now that he just wants to get rid of this bastard who's about to heat.

"Wait a minute," Roman said, his face still had a few traces of white liquid belonging to another person, coupled with his expression, he looked like a poor man who had just been forced, and the man beside him was that " A heartless man who pulls up his trousers and prepares to leave."

It took a lot of effort for Issa to suppress that terrible association, and he looked at the corner with a cold face, as if even the moss there was more beautiful than Roman.

"I mean, you haven't finished your shower yet, haven't you?" Roman said, his eyes stayed on his companion, he stood up, his beautiful body seemed to be the ultimate result of a series of calculations, with smooth muscle undulations ——But Isa doesn't want to praise at all, even if the other party has white porcelain skin and a good oral job, damn it, he is still a bad-tempered little bastard.

Issa walked towards his clothes without turning his eyes, as if it was the only thing that existed in this world. He didn't want to look at the handsome young man standing aside at all. Yes, that person looked like a prom attendant Standing straight like a gentleman, if you ignore that he is completely naked, except for a certain part of his lower body that is swollen badly.

"Azathoth can heat the water, and then we can take a bath or something..." the naked nobleman suggested.

"You can enjoy it by yourself." Issa interrupted the other party. God knows what kind of terrible advice Roman will say. He doesn't want to repeat the previous experience at all-even though it was indeed a long-lost, beautiful experience. , but it doesn't mean he likes it. It's really terrible to be manipulated by others and then fall out of control.

"But are you sure? You still have some semen on your leg," Roman said.

"...has anyone ever said you'd be a good fit for porn?"

"Oh, this is really the first time, but Mr. Chris, you have to do something for me to look good." Roman said, as he walked to the man, the hot part was like a hot iron rod Sticking between Issa's legs, it shows how long the previous wait was, and suppresses human nature.

"You're the most obsessive asshole I've ever seen," Issa said, putting his hand on the man's cock.

Roman laughed, buried his golden head between the man's neck, and rubbed it restlessly: "You should push harder, and then go down, there is a sensitive zone." He said, his voice was low and wet, The heat of speaking completely covered Issa's body.The young man even licked his Adam's apple, that kind of slow, inconspicuous pushing and pushing would make people feel a short-term suffocation, obviously feeling that the previous tossing was not satisfactory.

Issa resisted the urge to pinch it down directly. He found that he was like most men. When a beautiful and interesting partner satisfied his desire, no matter what the other party said, he couldn't find a suitable one. reason for refusal.

"Can you open your mouth, I don't want to get rabies." Isa gasped, he didn't want to be aroused again by a young man whose hormones were secreting like money, it would be too embarrassing.

"I'm sorry," Roman stopped this time, and he looked up at his companion. "You always have a straight face, and it is said that proper 'exercise' can relieve stress."

So you're trying to say that I've always been a poor bachelor with dissatisfied desires?Issa thought bitterly, and the strength in his hands increased a bit, and the hot alien hung on Issa's body, as if the pain was no different from the pleasure.

"You can hit harder or something." The man murmured in a hoarse voice, and then gnawed on Issa's lips.

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, or a different time and space, Issa felt that he would definitely write a breaking news and send it to a gossip magazine, which said, "The truth behind His Highness Roman's resignation, the fiancé can't bear that he is a masochist"—— Facing the young man's kiss, he was thinking wildly, and even the movements of his hands stopped.

Some hot liquid splashed directly between Issa's legs. He stepped back a few steps stiffly, and then noticed that the other party had put everything on his body, and was slowly moving from the base of his thighs to his body. As Roman said, the symbiont had already been used as a water heater once.

A few minutes later, Issa came out of the small bathroom, his whole face was a little hot, and he didn't want to check in the mirror at all. He put on the loose coat and overalls, covered in With the steam from the shower, he looked towards the door, where there was a young man with brown curly hair and black-rimmed glasses, leaning against the wall sleepily.

"You are finally ready to come out." The man said with emotion: "I wanted to knock on the door, and then... well, I can understand that everyone needs to relax."

"Hi, I'm Sirius, the registrar of the No. [-] Rescue Base." The other party was very young, maybe a college freshman, he pulled out a chair, bent down and motioned for Issa to sit down, with a nervous attitude Issa was taken aback by the etiquette.

> "I will record some basic information about you, and then assign the work of the base. This matter should start tomorrow morning, but the captain is so enthusiastic that he almost knocked on my door." Sirius laughed He said, he took out a fountain pen with a smooth and shiny surface. Few young people in this era would do this, carrying these heavy and unpleasant things with them.

"Did you just say Base No. [-]?"

"Oh, yes, the Romchild family has a total of 26 pharmaceutical factories in the United States. As far as we know, three of them successfully resisted the virus and were temporarily converted into rescue bases." Sirius explained, and then He flipped through the blue folder, flipping through the pages of records, and Issa noticed red stamps on a small number of registration forms.

He looked at it for a while and found that it said "destroyed".

"Don't worry about those seals. I found one and used it temporarily. It was used to record the list of those killed during the mission." Sirius finally found two blank sheets of paper from the filled documents. "Sorry, I can't turn on the printer very often, so these things are getting less and less."

Aware of the usual doubts of newcomers, he explained with a good temper: "The factory has a fuel generator, which will be turned on for about three hours a day to supply hot water and power for some equipment."

"Okay, let's get to the point, name? Occupation?" He pushed his glasses, which seemed inappropriate, and couldn't stop falling down.

"Issa Chris, I usually receive unemployment insurance every month." Issa said, this is the standard rhetoric he used to face all the tax officials and the police.

"Okay, what are your strengths?"

"Will everyone in the base register their names?" the black-haired man asked suddenly, he seemed very interested in the nondescript folder.

"Yes," Sirius nodded, with a sudden look in his eyes, "but you must know that there are a total of 1 people here, and no one can guarantee that they use their real names. We are not a government, no Documents will be checked, whether there will be illegal immigrants, and fugitive suspects are not under the jurisdiction of the base."

"The old registrar committed suicide, poor man, her husband died in the mission." The young man said something without thinking, and then he looked at Isa regretfully: "So no one knows, your Are relatives at the Kerenlin base?"

Sirius seemed to be about to ask another question, but a regular knock on the door interrupted him, he blinked apologetically, and walked towards the door.The visitor was an acquaintance, the lady who claimed to be the head of the removal department before, she was wearing an old-fashioned military jacket, which was hung loosely on her back, and with her beautiful figure, she became a very Excellent fit.

"I stopped by to see the newcomer, Mr. Chris, you are still so charming." Luna said, she strode up to Issa, and directly pulled a chair to sit beside him.

"Where's your pretty brother?" she asked.

Life couldn't be better, Issa was thinking, when the door of the shower room opened, the young man named had a rosy complexion, and he was wearing an ordinary gray coat, half of his waistline and beautiful abs. The hair is exposed outside, but the hair is wet behind the head, completely interpreting another meaning of the word "moisturizing".

"Hi, Miss Luna, long time no see." Roman smiled, showing his straight white teeth, and he placed a corner chair next to Issa, almost without any gap. "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

The woman raised her eyebrows in surprise, and then shifted her gaze to Issa. She said with some emotion, "Compared to your brother, you are much healthier. He has a rash all over his neck."

Issa's expression was not very good. He knew what the other party was referring to. Obviously, Roman had already chewed out a lot of pink "souvenirs" on his neck.

"Well, he might just be allergic to the water here." The instigator explained innocently.