desire reconciliation

The barren planet shrouded in the starry sky is a bit lonely. The horizon as far as the eye can see is covered with yellow sand, without a trace of green vegetation. The breeze blows the gravel into the air, and a few hit the pure white mecha and make a sound , and fell back to the ground along the body of the mecha.

The two lay side by side on the mecha and looked at the far-reaching night sky.After this passage, the two were silent for a long time, as if they were seriously thinking about the meaning of the words.

This planet becomes much gentler at night, there is no strong wind during the day, and the shallow wind blows through the tips of the ears and hair. If it is not mentioned that they were killed and trapped here, such a night may be called romantic.

Seeing Uriah sitting up, Lancelot stretched his arms and was about to sit up. Before he could do so, a piece of clothing that smelled like cedar fell on him.

Before he could open his mouth, Uriah spoke first: "It's easy to catch a cold just after marking."

Lancelot wanted to refute at first, but Uriah added: "I know you have a good physique, but until you pass the ABO compulsory course of the military department, you have to listen to me on this matter."

All he wanted to say was choked back, Lancelot put on his clothes, suddenly remembered that there seemed to be some milk candy in his pocket that he hadn't eaten before, reached in and touched it, and he really found it.

Without thinking too much, he stretched out his hand in front of Uriah.

After opening the palm, there are three candies lying inside, and the package says "Dungeon Brand Toffee".

"For me?"

Lancelot let out a "hmm", and when he saw Uriah, he looked at the candy in his hand, as if he didn't intend to take it: "Don't you want it?"

He resentfully prepared to withdraw his hand, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

"Yes." Uriah sat up and took the three candies from his hand, but did not let go of his wrist.

Lancelot looked at him suspiciously, and then met a pair of dark and deep eyes.

At some point, Uriah's gaze shifted from his palm to himself.

"Where do these candies come from?"

In fact, when Uriah didn't take the candy immediately, Lancelot already sensed that something was wrong. Perhaps it was because the temporary mark made him temporarily less responsive, and he didn't think too much about it.

Lancelot was stopped by his question, momentarily at a loss for words.

"You gave it to me when you were drunk in the dungeon before."

"Oh?" Uriah narrowed his eyes slightly, he clearly saw the panic flashing across Lancelot's face just now, it was difficult

The expression seen on his face.

He turned around and approached Lancelot, who subconsciously backed away.

But every inch Lancelot moved back, Uriah advanced another inch.

"I gave you all three?" Uriah said, with even more playfulness in his eyes.

Lancelot seemed to be hesitating: "Well..."

Uriah said "Oh", "Do you know the maximum number of candies I carry with me?"

"Three?...." Lancelot felt a little guilty and didn't look at Uriah, "It seems..."

Uriah said "Oh" again.

He found it seemed as if he just said "Oh" and Lancelot recoiled a little like a kitten whose whiskers have been pulled.

Lancelot had already been forced by him to the raised part of the control room on the outside of the mech, and behind it was a solid metal wall, and there was no way to retreat.

Lancelot's eyes drifted away, as if he wanted to find an opportunity to slip away from the side, but Uriah didn't give him a chance at all, and put his hands on the metal wall behind him, cutting off all his escape routes. Lancelot Just like that, Te was imprisoned in a small space and couldn't move.

As the candy was playing with his fingertips, Uriah said slowly, "I only carry two candies at most." The smile in his tone grew stronger, "So where did the third candy come from? ?”

Lancelot really dug a hole for himself, jumped in after digging, and lay flat in the hole.

Uriah watched Lancelot's face turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he had no intention of giving up on the duck that flew to his mouth.

This time he leaned directly into Lancelot's ear: "Remember? The last time we were in this position was when I confessed to you on my bed."

He pursed his lips and chuckled: "It seems that I have not waited in vain for the past two months. Your expression now is much cuter than then."

Even though Lalandlot deliberately calmed himself down, his heart beat involuntarily when he heard what Uriah said, and he could even feel the blood in his body surging up uncontrollably, his brain was in chaos, his language Organizational skills also disappeared briefly.

Uriah was very clear about his own position, and knew that he was not a gentleman, so he didn't have the slightest psychological pressure to do things like taking advantage of the fire.

He leaned forward again, almost stacking his body on Lancelot's body, and the two of them

The body is tightly stuck together.

"Aren't you going to explain?"

Even if he knew that Uriah was teasing him on purpose, Lancelot was so ashamed now that he couldn't answer, so he didn't answer, and if he couldn't escape, he simply didn't escape. He covered his face with his hands, unable to see When you reach Uriah, nothing will happen.

The trick of "covering one's ear and stealing one's bell" doesn't work for Uriah. His ability to dismantle tricks is unrivaled, especially for a very reserved person like Lancelot, the rogue moves are easy to come by.

"Let go of your hands."

Lancelot didn't respond: "No."

Uriah snorted, with a serious voice: "Colonel Lancelot, as the adjutant of the Marshal, this is how you carry out the orders of your superiors?"

"Oh, that's not right." He corrected, "Now you are acting as the Marshal. If someone sees the Marshal's current appearance, it will lose any dignity at all. What do you think, Marshal?" Uriah deliberately moved The Marshal bites the words very hard, it looks like he wants to provoke Lancelot on purpose.

Lancelot still didn't take his hand away. After a while, he asked, "Are you fighting?"

Uriah was taken aback: "Fight?"

Lancelot: "Yes."

Uriah let out a "poof" laugh: "Do you use your fists to solve the problems you can't solve?"

Lancelot: "Because it doesn't make sense, they can't beat me anyway."

Uriah laughed angrily at him: "Then do you think you can beat me?"

"Can't beat it."

"Then you still want to fight?"

Lancelot said nothing.

Uriah looked at Lancelot with his hands still covering his face, and asked, "Aren't you tired of talking like this?"

"Not tired."

Uriah raised his eyebrows. It doesn't matter if the person in front of him is cheating. Now that he has plenty of time, and he is still on such an uninhabited planet, he is not afraid of running away.

Uriah can't count the ways he can use on Lancelot with two hands, and after such a long time, he has already figured out what to say to make Lancelot respond.

He blew on Lancelot's gland, where the sense organs are more sensitive than the earlobe, and the sensitivity will reach a peak after marking, and Uriah saw the timing right.

The warm breath sprayed on Lancelot's glands, and the sudden fright made him tremble.

Uriah got it

He smiled like a smile: "Aren't you going to take it away? Why don't you look at the situation you are in now, if I want to do something to you, no one will come to save you even if I yell out my throat."

Uriah had already mentioned this, but Lancelot was still unmoved.

"Is Admiral Lancelot expecting me to do something? You don't need to answer the question, tell me what you want me to do?"

Lancelot was very shameless: "Get up and drive."

"This one doesn't work."

"No, you still let me say."

Uriah: "The mecha you drove should be the Northern Crown. It was jointly developed by the Empire and the Federation. With your enthusiasm for mechas, you should know it better than me, but how could it be controlled by you? Is it coming?"

Lancelot: "This is the spoils of the mech competition."

Uriah rubbed his head: "Do you want me to praise you?"

Lancelot tilted his head: "I should have won."

Uriah smiled and said, "Yeah, how good you are, those people who cheated in the mech competition are not as good as you."

Lancelot: "I didn't ask you to praise me."

Uriah: "I'm not praising you, I'm telling the truth."

Lancelot covered his face with his hands, not knowing the expression.

Uriah: "So you must know that the Southern Crown and the Northern Crown are a pair?"

No matter how Lancelot heard it, he found it strange, but he couldn't find anything wrong with it: "Due to the limited number of power stones in the same batch, only these two mechas were finally shipped from the factory. One is black and the other is white. Faithful, one holy."

Uriah: "Good memorization, pure white symbolizes the purest, then you say that we are doing this kind of thing on the most holy mecha, is it a bit wrong? Or do you like this kind of excitement? ?”

I don't know if Uriah did it on purpose. When he said this, he was still rubbing against his body. Lancelot felt the heat in that place again, and began to wonder when the Alpha race would mutate and have a estrus period.

And then there is the rich smell of cedar that fills the air.

Lancelot couldn't bear it anymore.Only then did he finally take his hand off his face.

Uriah saw those clear blue eyes again, and the corners of his mouth curved deeper: "Finally are you willing to look at me?"

Lancelot's eyes were a little red: "Can you take your pheromone away."

"No." He touched Lancelot with his leg somewhere

, "If it wasn't for this smell, would you be so excited?"

Lancelot snorted lightly: "Ask whatever you want."

Uriah looked at him with a sense of death.

"Then tell me, where did the candies come from?"

Lancelot confessed honestly: "When I went to your house before, I bought it when I passed by the snack street."

Uriah thought about it for a moment, but he really didn't notice that this person was carrying private goods behind his back.

"anything else?"

"what?"

Uriah: "Isn't that the only thing you did behind my back?"

"I..." Lancelot stammered.

Uriah: "Are you sure it's gone? If I find out later, it won't be so easy to turn over the story."

Lancelot regarded death as home: "Bed."

Uriah: "What bed?"

Lancelot: "I borrowed your bed."

"Well, what then?" Uriah originally wanted to swindle him, but he didn't expect to actually swindle him.

"Just... slept for a while."

"Did you sleep for a while?"

"Slept a few times..." Lancelot's eyes were evasive.

"few times?"

"Several times..."

Lancelot gave up on himself and said: "It's also force majeure for me. I fell asleep in my own dormitory at night, and I went to your bed when I woke up in the morning. I... I don't want to sleep in your bed subjectively."

"It's really good that I don't want to subjectively. This is saying no, but the body is still very honest? The novels of the earth age really do not deceive me."

Lancelot: "You're looking at some kind of nonsense."

Uriah: "Then can I understand that your body has fallen in love with me?"

"No."

I don't know which sentence was wrong, but the person's eye circles suddenly turned red.

"Hey, if you can't, you can't. Why are you crying?"

Lancelot could hold back at first, but he couldn't stop for a moment when Uriah asked him this question, crying louder and louder: "I...I can't help it."

Uriah hurriedly got up and picked him up from the mecha, and hugged him in his arms: "If you can't help it, then cry, and it'll be fine after crying."

He patted Lancelot's back lightly to help him breathe, and the person in his arms was crying and twitching.

The smell of cedar in the air has softened a lot, gone

That aggressiveness just now.

Uriah comforted: "There will indeed be emotional ups and downs after the marking is over, it's normal, and it's okay." His voice was soft and gentle.

Lancelot cried sadly, and still did not forget to refute him: "It's not because of the mark."

Uriah didn't argue with him, and followed his words: "Well, it's not because of the mark, but what is it because of?"

"because of you."

Uriah paused with his hand hanging in mid-air, and then slowly began to stroke his back back and forth.

Lancelot continued: "Why do you carry out such a dangerous mission alone? I almost couldn't win that game. If I couldn't win, I wouldn't see you. If I didn't win, it would be Bentley who led me." Come, if Bentley brings someone here, who will come to rescue you."

Lancelot became more and more aggrieved as he spoke, as if he had opened the floodgate to vent all the sadness he had accumulated in the past two months.

After Lancelot finished speaking, he covered his head with his clothes and did not look at Uriah, nor resisted, and was hugged by Uriah quietly.

"Don't you think I'm fine? And you won the mecha competition and came to save me. How could the hero who came to save the beauty still be crying."

Lancelot's voice came from under the clothes, a little muffled: "I didn't cry."

Open your eyes and talk nonsense.

"It's good that you didn't cry. If you cover your head again and get ruined, I, a beautiful person saved by a hero, will also cry."

Lancelot: "It's the first time I've seen someone so pretty with an eight-pack."

Uriah: "Let's not talk about whether I'm pretty or not. You didn't blush and your heart skipped a few times when I took off my clothes in front of you. I wondered if it was because of my lack of charm. It turns out that you were just peeking at me." of."

Lancelot: "I didn't peek."

Open your eyes and talk nonsense again.

Uriah: "Then how do you know I have eight pack abs?"

"I...you...I guess, if you don't have eight-pack abs, are you still Uriah?"

Uriah smiled and said, "Okay, then you guessed it right, it is indeed eight-pack abs."

Lancelot's face, which was already flushed from crying, was half red again: "Can you let me go?"

"Then show your head and don't cover your face."

Lancelot was still unwilling to take the clothes off his head: "You hit me."