Tigers ban coveting

Duan Wuxin lowered his head to look at the tail, then raised his hand to touch his ears, and asked in panic, "Is the pendant not working?"

"It should be useful, but it still looks like a human." Ling Junhan moved his fingers and speculated, "It may be due to illness. The temperature was too hot, causing the state to be chaotic."

When the fingertips touched the base of the tail, Duan Wuxin trembled unconsciously as if electrified, and the restlessness became more intense.

He was tortured so badly, his calf rubbed against the quilt, and he begged for mercy in a soft voice: "Don't mess with me."

He had obviously rubbed his ears and pulled his tail, but now he became extremely sensitive.

"Okay, okay, I won't touch it." Ling Junhan withdrew his hand, looked at the time on the wall, and said, "There is still an hour to arrive, take a rest, remember to change back."

Just such a young man with a tiger tail in front of everyone will definitely become the biggest breaking point in today's news.

Duan Wuxin whimpered, twisted, and silently rubbed against Ling Junhan.

The man's body temperature was slightly higher than his, and when the skin touched, the shudder couldn't stop rising.

I just said no to touch it, and posted it up again.

"What, want to hug?" Ling Junhan looked down at him, his awkward posture seemed to be coquettish.

Duan Wuxin smashed the pot, hummed, and raised his hand to hang in the air.

The meaning is obvious, this king has already done this, so don't rush to get over it.

"It's like a child when you get sick." Ling Junhan smiled, took off his shoes and went to bed, took him in his arms and patted him.

"I'm just a child." Duan Wuxin grabbed the man's neck and retorted angrily.

"Yes, it's the baby."

Fearing that Duan Wuxin's body would not be able to hold on, Ling Junhan knocked open a bottle of glucose with one hand, and said, "Drink this, I'm afraid I'll faint in a while."

Duan Wuxin glanced at it reluctantly, thinking about the two extremely bitter pills just now, frowned and resisted: "What, don't drink it."

Seeing Ling Junhan's strong movements, he shook his arms, rolled and acted coquettishly, "I won't drink."

"Sweet, be obedient." Ling Junhan poured half a bottle into his mouth to swallow, and pressed his flailing arm neatly.

Stretch out your hand to pinch his chin, use your tongue to pry open the clenched jaw, and lower your head to pour it into your mouth.

"Hmm --" Duan Wuxin patted his arms with both hands, afraid of soiling the quilt again, finally gave up struggling and was forced to open his mouth.

Glucose slid down the tip of the tongue into the throat, and the lips and tongue were tightly blocked without spilling a single drop.

Duan Wuxin's heartbeat accelerated violently due to the kiss, panting and rolling her throat, swallowing the sweet liquid.

He trembled his eyelashes, and before he could speak, he took a second mouthful.

After feeding the glucose in the glass bottle, Duan Wuxin was already sweating profusely and panting.

"You're not lying, are you sweet or not?" Ling Junhan stared at his moist lips and kissed him again.

"...Sweet." Duan Wuxin licked his lower lip, pouted and said, "Kiss again."

Ling Junhan touched it lightly, bit the furry tiger ear with his teeth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't trick me."

Just then, his teeth grazed the base of his ears, and his whole body was numb.

Duan Wuxin howled in his heart, it's over, it's over, except for the tail, now even the ears have become a restricted area.

You can't touch it, you can't touch it, it's just terrible.

Deciding not to torture himself anymore, Duan Wuxin shrank into the quilt, leaving only his head with the tiger ears on it.

He closed his eyes, shook off the absurd thought, and recalled the military question he had done before, "During a sneak attack, the number of people is a minority, choose to go around the enemy, and then..."

Then what.

My mind is still groggy, but after being disturbed by such a mess, the hotness seems to have subsided a little.

He lay on the bed for more than half an hour, reviewing all the questions he had done this time in his head, and finally calmed down.

Sure enough, learning makes people calm, but knowledge makes people cold.

The two of them touched their heads and took a nap for a while. When they woke up again, their ears and tail were gone, as if they were just hallucinations.

Duan Wuxin breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered, "The antipyretics are quite effective."

"Well, take another test." Ling Junhan grabbed the thermometer beside the bed and pressed it between his eyebrows, carefully checking the number on it, "Retired."

Duan Wuxin stood up, pressed the pendant, and turned back into a white tiger.

Due to the injury to his right paw, his walking posture is even more strange now.

He tentatively stretched his left front paw under the bed, and without paying attention, he rolled down with his head.

Ling Junhan held back his laughter, bent down to pick him up, clasped him tightly in his arms and said, "Don't move around, I'll carry him away."

Duan Wuxin slapped his face with tiger claws, struggling hard, trying his best to maintain the idol burden that he had won since the end of the battle.

"Don't you want to award a medal? It's not cool to hold it."

The ideal is full, but the reality is cruel. I hurt my paw, and now I have no prestige.

"Is it cool to be limping? I'm afraid the wound will open." Ling Junhan grabbed the two wobbling tiger claws, and his movements were strong, not negotiable.

"If you move again, I will send it back directly, and it will go on like this."

Duan Wuxin was silent for a moment, okay, it's more important to be awarded the title.

Some soldiers had already assembled in the center of the hall. As the battleship accelerated and landed, it taxied to a stop and the hatch slowly opened.

Ling Junhan straightened his military cap, regained his indifferent expression, strode over with Duan Wuxin in his arms, and entered the awarding ceremony hall.

Soldiers lined up filed in and took their seats in an orderly manner.

After people settled down, the national anthem was played in the huge hall, loud and clear, solemn and solemn.

Duan Wuxin instantly paid respect, and together with the soldiers, he raised his injured tiger paw to salute.

From the corner of the eye, Li Yingyi caught a glimpse. He didn't have a good face, and his expression was even more fierce.

President Hill and a group of high-level executives sat in the center of the stage, and the conferring ceremony was broadcast live by some media.

【Is that my son?When did he join the army? 】

[I heard that my son has done a great job in beating the Zerg this time, so he probably deserves to be awarded a military rank]

[Rest, the old mother is crying, is the military medal worth half of ours]

[Wait, I've become a fan of a cute anchor, but he's actually a serious soldier? 】

[Please upload live video, I want to appreciate my son's demeanor]

[Didn't you notice that the paws are wrapped in gauze!injured!My heart is also broken! 】

The scene in the hall was serious, and everyone was sitting upright.

In the middle of the hall, President Hill said: "Welcome all the heroes who have made a great contribution to defending the Federation. We will also honor the compatriots who died on the battlefield. Now the audience is quiet and observe 3 minutes of silence."

Sad music plays, it is easy to resonate.

Duan Wuxin thought of the yellow sand battlefield, countless soldiers died on the spot in the collision between the mecha and the Zerg, and the Zerg experiments that were forced to mutate in the sky were doing their final struggle one by one like moths to the flame.

Everything is ruthless and makes people feel hopeless.

If the Beast Soul Project cannot be ended in one day, more innocent lives will be involved.

However, how can it end.

He raised his head, and looked at Li Yingyi coldly from a long distance away.

The man pretended to be deeply sad and closed his eyes in mourning, as if nothing had happened.

Pretentious attitude.

The music stopped, and Hill spoke: "In this Zerg War, the special soldiers we joined Duan Wuxin performed very well. We discussed and decided to award him the rank of honorary captain."

Duan Wuxin was dazed, and asked in a low voice: "Are you talking about me? I seem to have heard my name."

"Well, yes, congratulations." Ling Junhan pressed his ears and replied softly, "There are not many people who can get a military rank after fighting a battle. It's amazing."

He carried Duan Wuxin to the center of the auditorium, standing tall and in military posture, waiting for the award.

[Grass, my son is so awesome, my mother is proud! 】

【I'm still nervous, my heart looks so calm, I'm worthy of my son】

[What kind of beautiful love is this, the two fought side by side, triumphantly together, kdlkdl]

[I'm afraid ljh doesn't like to cultivate the system. This kind of personal training to become a right-hand man and his own wife is simply amazing.]

[Although ljh's expression is unmoved, I saw him secretly laughing 2333]

Ling Junhan was indeed smiling, and he couldn't even hold back the corners of his lips.Duan Wuxin confers a military rank, he is happier than he was promoted for the first time.

The medal was specially made with a lanyard, and Hill bent down and hung it around the little white tiger's neck, then reached out and shook the tiger's paw, and praised: "Captain Duan, well done."

"Thank you." Duan Wuxin clasped his tiger claws back, let go, and raised his hands to salute.

He was so excited that he wanted to run around the hall three times, but because the camera focused collectively, he could only pretend to be calm and reserved.

What followed was a lengthy commendation ceremony, and Duan Wuxin's thoughts had completely drifted away.

From time to time, he secretly touched the medal on his chest, for fear that it would not be shiny enough due to dust.

His life seems to have started with Ling Junhan, and it has really undergone earth-shaking changes.

Not just the soldier Duan Wuxin, but now the captain Duan Wuxin.

Thieves pull the wind, there are rows of noodles.

When the conferring ceremony was completely over and all the staff evacuated in an orderly manner, Ling Junhan whispered to the president that he needed to report privately.

He then moved to the small banquet hall, one person and one tiger, sitting opposite Hill.

The room is empty and has a serious atmosphere.

Hill opened his mouth first, his attitude softened slightly compared to last time's toughness, "I watched the mutant video you sent back, and I still have the same attitude as last time. I can't prove that he has a different heart."

"He is colluding with the Zerg, can't you see?" Ling Junhan knocked on the table and said sharply: "It is useless to terminate the Beast Soul Project. There are other people behind him providing financial and technical support. If you let it go, you think it will How about it?"

"I can give him authority to investigate, but it's not that simple to send him to a military court." Hill leaned back in the swivel chair, calmly.

Ling Junhan resisted the urge to swear, and said calmly: "At least, now we have to send someone to monitor him, who is connected with him, besides the Zerg, there may be someone in the upper house of the House of Representatives who can't get away with it."

"Yes, I want evidence." Hill raised his eyes and looked at him quietly, "I can see the Federation doing its best in this battle, but Li Yingyi has many cronies, and now alone, I can't touch him."

Ling Junhan didn't want to get too entangled, but just reminded: "They won't let it go, if the situation is out of control, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Hill had no expression on his face, and replied lightly, "Thank you for reminding me."

There was no progress in the conversation, Ling Junhan stood up holding Duan Wuxin, and said coldly: "Then don't bother, let's go back first."

"The battle was fought beautifully. Facts have proved that the Beast Soul Plan can be implemented, right?" Hill glanced at Duan Wuxin, implying, "There is nothing wrong with the plan itself. If there is a mistake, it will be on people."

Duan Wuxin clenched his fists tightly, and raised his head to retort: ​​"This plan itself is against nature. Obviously, the soldiers themselves can be trained and strengthened. Why should they become innocent test subjects?"

"It may be that our ideas are different." Hill raised his hand and ended the topic, "Okay, no more disputes, let's stop here today."

The two of them walked into the banquet hall and got on the return mecha.

Duan Wuxin's resentment finally had something to vent, and he cursed, "Is there something wrong with this president? Why would he support the beast soul?"

"He might want to strengthen the federal army through this method, but he didn't expect that there were traitors inside, or he was on Li Yingyi's side." Ling Junhan leaned on the seat, frowning tightly, "I There is always a hunch that the Zerg will not let it go."

"It's up to the two of us to save the common people." Duan Wuxin shook his tail, and the tiger's claws grabbed Ling Junhan's forearm, "It's okay, anyway, I will always stand here."

"Well, it's okay." Ling Junhan relaxed his expression, rubbed his head, and said: "Send him back to rest first, I have to go to the barracks to sort out the combat report."

"Oh, I can come with you." Duan Wuxin was no longer arrogant, she became sticky and refused to be alone.

As soon as the words fell, he scratched his head with tiger claws in embarrassment.

Ling Junhan drove the mecha steadily, pressed the speed button, and said: "I'm not fully recovered yet, be good, I'll be back soon."

He thought, although the weather is gradually getting warmer now, after such a toss, it is easier to catch the cold when the wind blows.

"Okay." Duan Wuxin reluctantly wagged his tail, losing energy.

Back at the Marshal's Mansion, Ling Junhan asked Xiaobai to cook him a meal, then stuffed him tightly into the quilt, and then left in a hurry.

After each battle, a detailed combat situation, casualty list, and ammunition usage records should be reported.

Everything has to be explained in detail.

He and Ling Jiamu spent three hours in the office, rushing in a hurry, working overtime and finally finishing the report.

Thinking that Duan Wuxin was alone at home, he declined the celebration banquet hosted by Meng Sen, and quickly got up and rushed back.

Passing the living room, Xiao Bai, who was lazy on the sofa, immediately stood up, as if caught in the act, he stammered and explained: "He fell asleep after eating, I didn't slow down work."

"I haven't said it yet, I confessed first." Ling Junhan said helplessly, "I'm not in the mood to find fault, does he still have a fever?"

"I just took a test, and the temperature has risen again." Xiaobai searched for the keyword entry of fever, and replied straightly: "There are temperature fluctuations, this is a normal phenomenon, young master, don't worry too much."

"Well, go and rest, I'll go see him." Ling Junhan raised his feet and walked upstairs, his steps were light, and his voice was completely muted.

He carefully pushed open the door of the master bedroom. The lights in the room were not turned on, only the sparse light reflected from the window.

Duan Wuxin turned back into a human form and lay on the bed, her ears and tail turned back again, shaking from time to time as she breathed.Due to the low-grade fever, a large area of ​​light red spread across the cheeks.

Ling Junhan sighed, and became like this again, not knowing what was going on.

He loosened two buttons, walked slowly to the side of the bed, trying to cover him with the half-lifted quilt.

When her fingers touched the quilt cover, she realized that Duan Wuxin was holding a familiar coat in her hand.

It's his uniform.

Ling Junhan stretched out his hand and tugged at the corner of his clothes, but he didn't tug, and hugged him tightly.

He coaxed in a low voice: "Xinxin, I'll take my clothes and sleep again."

Duan Wuxin was drowsy, he slapped his arm with a palm, and muttered unhappily: "Don't move."

As soon as the words fell, he immediately turned over and pressed down the precious military uniform.He buried his whole head in his clothes, let out a comfortable breath, and slowly loosened his frown.

Ling Junhan paused his fingers in place, Duan Wuxin was...

Sleeping with his clothes on?

He looked back at the foot of the bed, the suitcase he had just brought back had been turned into a mess, the clothes were obviously the uniform he had just changed two days ago.

It hadn't been cleaned yet and had a bit of body odor on it.

It's not too dirty right now.

Ling Junhan stared at him for a while, then tucked up the quilt helplessly, and twirled his furry ears.

As the night darkened, he finally moved his stiff limbs and was about to get up to take a shower, when a tiny possibility suddenly flashed in his mind.

Secretly hugging the clothes to sleep, why is it exactly the same as the scene when Ye Fei joked about Gu Ang's estrus.

One is an omega and the other is a little white tiger, is there an inevitable connection?

He touched the communicator, walked softly into the room, leaned on the corridor with his legs propped up, and called Ye Fei.

Picking it up over there, Ye Fei asked, "Are you home? Is there anything wrong?"

"It's been half a day." Ling Junhan was too lazy to exchange pleasantries, and went straight to the point, asking simple and rude questions: "I want to ask, what is it like when my wife is in heat?"

Ye Fei: "?"

Ask someone's wife as soon as you open your mouth, maybe there is something wrong with this person.

Ling Junhan lowered his head and took a cigarette, vaguely buttoned the back of the communicator, and said doubtfully: "Is there no signal? Why don't you talk?"

Ye Fei laughed angrily, and replied in a bad tone: "What's the matter with my wife's estrus period? It's okay, I'll hang up."

"No, don't get me wrong. I remember that when Gu Ang was in heat, he would secretly hug his clothes. When I came back today, I found that Xinxin did the same."

Ling Junhan wiped his face and explained, "I have no experience, so I just want to ask if there are any other symptoms?"

Ye Fei was frightened into a cold sweat by the inexplicable question just now.

After taking a breath, he said slowly: "When he reaches the estrus period, he will have a fever and become clingy. And, there will be a very strong impulse, you understand."

Ling Junhan responded, recalling Duan Wuxin's various reactions in the past two days, and lightly blew a smoke ring.

He bit his cigarette and said, "Although the species are different, the symptoms mentioned are all in one's mind."

Ye Fei fell into silence, and after a while, he said quietly: "Xiao Duan is in heat too?"

Ling Junhan flicked the cigarette ash, and said thoughtfully: "It's not impossible, after all, spring is here, everything is recovering, and he is a good breed of white tiger."

Speaking of this, the enthusiastic image of Duan Wuxin pounced on his body last night flashed in his mind again, and his lower abdomen tightened.

Just thinking about it, Ye Fei clicked directly: "So, as a ferocious male tiger, he wouldn't want to go to him, would he?"

Ling Junhan's breath condensed: "...he does have such thoughts."

There was a muffled laugh from the other end of the communicator, and the tone was full of excitement, "I just checked the information, and I would like to remind you that the breed of white tiger does have an estrus period, which can be as short as three to five days, or two or three months. Can you take it?"

"..." Ling Junhan bit off the cigarette and fell into deep thought. .