Accidentally pregnant with a cub [Interstellar]

Lin Quan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, startling the little nurse who was preparing to give him an injection.

"Sorry, where is this?" Lin Quan's head was still aching, he put his hand on his forehead and asked.

"It's... the infirmary of the auction house," said the little nurse, shaking her body. Obviously, she didn't miss the fierce confrontation before.

The memory came back, Lin Quan's face was cold, damn it, he didn't expect that Zhan Lang would dare to stun him with an injection in front of everyone!

Lin Quan lifted off the pure white thin quilt and turned over from the hospital bed. The clock on the wall just passed ten o'clock. It seemed that he had only been in a coma for less than half an hour.

Besides him, there were many wounded people wrapped in gauze in the infirmary. At least half of the people inside were injured by Lin Quan. Seeing his face turning black, everyone trembled.

He could hear clearly what War Wolf said before he fell into a coma, 1305?Is it the room number?

He strode out of the infirmary and grabbed a waiter casually in the corridor. The poor waiter was trembling with fear from the vicious Lin Quan, and he said in a trembling voice, "It's the guest room on the thirteenth floor."

Lin Quan, who knew the direction, took the elevator and went directly to the thirteenth floor.

Lin Quan stared at the rising numbers in the elevator, lost in thought.

After calming down and thinking about it, I realized something was wrong. Wolf Warrior could have killed him with a single blow before, but why did that punch hit the ground?

At such a short distance, it is completely impossible for the direction to be misaligned.

In addition, the despicable act of stunning opponents with drugs on the field is almost a scandal that shatters the three views of a well-known boxer!

But no matter what the war wolf thinks, Lin Quan has roughly figured it out, maybe the war wolf doesn't want him to die?

Get out of the elevator, follow the house number all the way to find the past, and finally saw the number 1305.

The door of Room 1305 was not closed, leaving a palm-width gap, Lin Quan pushed the door open and walked in.

In the soft yellow and bright room, there is only a black coat casually draped on the chair, and there seems to be no one in it.

Suddenly, a figure flashed out from behind the door, and Lin Quan was caught off guard and pressed against the wall with his backhand.

The young man crossed Lin Quan's hands behind his back with both hands, and his legs were stuck on his sides. Under his strong control, Lin Quan could not move.

I don't know why the young man went crazy, his face was deformed by the wall, Lin Quan could barely turn his head, but his eyes were tied by the young man's gray hair, he couldn't open it, "What are you doing...let go!"

Feeling the warm and humid breath on his neck, Lin Quan's scalp exploded, and goose bumps appeared all over his body. He struggled hard, but it was difficult to move under the strong restraint of the young man.

God!He wasn't going to trade for that broken box by sleeping with him!

The young man behind him hugged the angry Lin Quan tightly, as if confirming something, pressed his hot thin lips against his neck, and let out a soft sigh, "Lin Quan."

Lin Quan's violent struggle suddenly stopped, as if someone had pressed the pause button. He didn't feel it before, but now he realized that the young man's voice was familiar to his bones. Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Lin Quan's mind, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he asked in disbelief. , "Lance?"

Lance turned him over, leaned against the wall, and kissed him hard.

After recovering from the shock, Lin Quan wrapped his arms around his neck, and pressed his lips firmly in his mouth.

The fingers clasped behind his head suddenly tightened, and the stormy kiss was as suffocating and hot as the next second of doomsday. The scorching breath intertwined, and the two were entangled crazily, as if this was the only way to confirm each other's real existence .

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a hasty knock on the door, waking up the two who had been kissing forgetfully. When they parted, both of them were out of breath, their clothes were messy, and their lips were moist. Anyone who understands can tell what happened at a glance.

Lance's eyes were deep, and a storm was brewing in Lin Quan's eyes.

He silently took out a piece of paper and handed it to Lin Quan, wiped his mouth casually, straightened his clothes, and went to open the door.

"Have you been going to the toilet for so long," Roger complained as he entered, "You put that box in..."

Seeing Lin Quan sitting in the reception chair, Roger fell silent for a moment, "Are there any guests here?"

"My own people," Lance explained in a deep voice.

"Did you think I didn't watch the duel just now?" Roger made an expression of whether you took me for a fool.

"Hello, my name is Lin Quan," Lin Quan stood up and extended his hand politely, "The 128th student of the Central Military Academy." Although he must be past the age to get a diploma now, Lin Quan still introduced himself briefly in this way.

"Ah, hello," Roger quickly stretched out his hand to shake back, "It's really a friendly army," he looked at Lance with embarrassment, and the latter shrugged, meaning he had already said it.

Afterwards, there was a moment of silence, Lance turned his face sideways and didn't know what he was thinking, and the shallow smile on the corner of Lin Quan's mouth became a little stiff.

"Then I took the things away?" Luo Jie glanced at Lin Quan, although he recognized the person in front of him as the handsome black-haired guy he had been obsessed with since he met in the elevator some time ago, but Luo Jie felt that the atmosphere was weird. want to leave.

Lance raised his chin slightly, indicating to him that the things are there and can be taken away.

After getting the order, Roger picked up his things in a hurry and slipped away. Although he didn't know what happened to Lin Quan, he believed that Lance would handle it well.

There was the sound of closing the door with a "bang". After Roger left, Lin Quan and Lance sat on one side, separated by a reception table more than one meter wide. The two seemed to be in a competition, and neither of them spoke.

Looking at Lance with an indifferent expression, Lin Quan felt that the boiling blood in his body was slowly cooling down.

Still he couldn't hold back his voice, breaking the strange atmosphere.

"What's wrong with your face?"

The color of hair and eyes can also be solved by dyeing hair and wearing contact lenses, but the appearance of facial features, as far as Lin Quan knows, can only be controlled through plastic surgery or genetic modification besides makeup.

Although Zhan Lang's face is equally handsome and handsome, it is quite different from his original appearance after all, so Lin Quan didn't recognize him at all at first.

"Take the medicine to repair the appearance," Lance got up, found an optical brain from the bag under the bed, and pressed the power button to wake up the screen, "I only told Mr. Lin that you are still alive, and you have a video chat with him." Bar."

Lance stood the optical brain in front of him, the bright screen showing the video waiting to be accessed.

Lin Quan couldn't react in time, and before he had time to say anything to Lance, he could only stare at the screen.

Lin Qingzhi seemed to have been waiting at the other end, almost as soon as he made the request, his face appeared on the screen.

His anxious expression while waiting and his excited expression when he saw Lin Quan were all transmitted by the network with some delay. Lin Quan's nose was sore, "Dad."

Today, when the average person is more than 200 years old, Lin Qingzhi, who is only five or sixty years old and in his prime, has a few strands of hair on his temples. His face is not as old, but his complexion is more haggard than in memory. seriously ill.

Lin Quan knew that this was the result of his depression, and the shame and guilt in his heart flooded his heart.

In the communication, Lin Quan briefly told Lin Qingzhi what happened after he came to Star Pirates, and the time crossed the zero o'clock as soon as he said it casually. Lin Quan, who didn't dare to delay Lin Qingzhi's rest, then closed the line.

After recovering, Lin Quan realized that Lance had been sitting there for several hours without moving, like a silent statue, with his right hand resting on his forehead and eyes closed.

The sound of the communication hanging up seemed to wake him up, he raised his eyelids, "Finished?"

"It's over," Lin Quan frowned and looked at his left shoulder, which was tightly wrapped with a white bandage, even so, there was still a little red blood oozing out, "The wound on your shoulder is bleeding," even if it was in advance I didn't recognize it, but I can't deny the fact that the wound was caused by him.

"It's okay, a little injury," said Lance indifferently, straightened up, and took the black coat from the chair, "It's getting late, go to bed early, and you can return to the league tomorrow."

"Where are you going?" Seeing that he was about to go out, Lin Quan asked.

"I'm in the next room," Lance said after a pause, then left without looking back.

The door of the room opened and closed, and Lin Quan, who was lying on the bed with no effort, looked at the ceiling in confusion.

When we met for the first time a few years later, even if we were not moved to tears, we should at least be excited. The first kiss was like a dream, and Lance's indifference caught him off guard, as if he had accumulated strength for a long time. One trick hit the cotton.

There was a big hole in his heart, and Lance's relentless back was reflected in his eyes, making his limbs chill.

He didn't know what went wrong, no, maybe there was no problem, maybe it was because he thought too much.

Lin Quan comforted himself silently in his heart.

After all, everyone was tired tonight, besides, it was a great fortune to meet Lance, how could there be so many thoughts about this and that.

His cold body was hidden under the quilt, and his legs were pressed against his chest, as if it would be warmer.

Lin Quan closed his eyes, thinking of the warmth of Lance deep in his memory, and raised the corners of his lips.

However, it was not until the next day that Lin Quan knew that the so-called return to the alliance meant that he and Roger went back together, so he rushed straight to Lance's room.

"Aren't you going?"

"I still have something to do," Lance frowned, and opened the cigarette case in his hand.

"Are you smoking now?" Lin Quan was taken aback when he noticed his movements. In his impression, Lance would always be that energetic and sunny young man who would never touch tobacco, which paralyzes his nerves.

"No," Langston made a moment, pushed back the half-opened cigarette case, and threw it directly into the trash basket. The metal iron box hit the frame with a crisp sound.

"What's your business? Do you have other tasks?" Lin Quan, who hadn't forgotten his original intention, asked.

Lance obviously didn't want to continue this topic, and raised his head impatiently, "You don't want to go back? Teacher Lin has been waiting for you at home, and Jesse, Xiaoyu, don't you miss them?"

Unexpectedly, Lance's attitude was so bad, Lin Quan felt that there was nowhere to vent his anger, and he slammed the door and left angrily.

"Of course I want to go back. If you don't go, don't go!"

**

Roger who was waiting outside saw Lin Quan with a cold face and a terrifying imposing manner. He held the steering wheel and tried to minimize his sense of existence. Lasagna tears flowed in his heart. The auras of Lin Quan and Lance were completely different. In comparison, how miserable he was, he met two at once.

After getting in the car, Lin Quan slowly got out of his anger, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He never expected that the first meeting with Lance would lead to an unhappy situation.

The love that was thought to be unwavering and unswerving seems to have become extremely ridiculous in Lance.

The indifference between his brows and the impatience in his words sent him directly from the joy of reunion to the cold hell.

There were several holes in his heart, and he whimpered, as if crying.

Lin Quan knocked down the backrest and put on an eyepatch to cover his sore eyes.

The car drove at high speed for three or four hours, and a huge interstellar spaceship could be seen from a distance. This is a cargo ship, and it is also one of the few spaceships that can travel between the Alliance and the Star Thief.

Before leaving, he had already written a trust letter to Bill and Boss Liu, expressing his gratitude for their care during this time. He also sent a letter to Leo, but it was written to George, but he didn't know Will Leo transfer it for him? After all, their deal has failed.

After getting out of the car, Roger opened the trunk and took out the disguise equipment, but found that Lin Quan next to him was motionless.

"It's too late if you don't change," Roger urged.

Lin Quan glanced at the huge starship in front of him, as if he had made some decision, and said, "I'm not going back, give me the car keys."

"Hey, you really don't want to leave, you only have one chance this year!" Luo Jie hugged a basket of Yirong things and shouted at Lin Quan, but Lin Quan had already kicked the accelerator and drove the car far away.

Lin Qingzhi missed him because he was his son.

Xiaoyu misses him because he is his father.

Jesse misses him because he's a friend.

What about Lance, as his partner, his lover, and the existence that blends with his soul, wouldn't he miss him, look forward to him, and miss him?

Unwilling, Lin Quan kicked the door aggressively after leaving for seven hours.

The room was dark, with only the red light of Mars in the sky.

"Cough, cough," suddenly surrounded by choking smoke, Lin Quan coughed twice uncomfortable.

Lance's fingers holding the cigarette trembled imperceptibly, his voice hoarse, "Did you forget something?"

"Yeah," Lin Quan sank, watching him through the endless darkness, "I lost a bastard."

Lance put out the cigarette directly in the ashtray, got up and opened the heavy curtains, and pushed open the bay window.

The cool cold wind slowly took away the smog that confused the eyes and nose in the room, and the cold silver moonlight poured down, and the cigarette holders piled up in the ashtray on the table were clearly visible. Lin Quan clearly remembered that the ashtray was still empty before he left. .

God!How many cigarettes did he smoke!

"The cargo ship only makes this trip a year, and you're lucky enough to catch it," said Lance, whose face was hidden in the dark and couldn't be seen clearly.

"Good luck? You just want me to return to the alliance, don't you?" Lin Quan raised his voice, "Even if I didn't show up in a month or two, wouldn't it be better to show up at this time next year?"

Lance didn't move or speak.

Lin Quan stepped forward, stretched out his hand to hold Lance's right hand, and gently rubbed his thumb on the right side of his index finger, which is used to holding tobacco, as if this could wipe off the smell of cigarettes on his body.

Lance turned his head, but did not avoid it.

"They miss me, miss me, don't you miss me, miss me?"

Lin Quan said softly.

"For the first eight years, I lived alone in the primitive mountain forest. Whenever night fell and everything was quiet, the endless thoughts could almost completely torture my mind. I often looked up at the moon and couldn't help it. I wonder if when I look at the moon and miss you, you will also think of me through the moon outside the window."

The hand held by Lin Quan trembled slightly.

"Lance," Lin Quan raised his head and looked deeply into his eyes.

"We have been separated for nearly ten years, and we have missed each other for nearly ten years. Why did you drive me away just after reuniting?"

Lance avoided his eyes and spoke calmly, as if nothing had happened.

"The cut-off time for the cargo ship is two o'clock in the evening. You have enough time to collect your things now."

"Lance!" Seeing that he was still talking about him, Lin Quan shouted loudly.

"Whether it's Dad or Xiaoyu, they are all people I put on my heart, but there is one person who is on the top of my heart, that is the person I love the most, the person I care about the most, don't you understand? ?”

"I understand? How could I not understand!"

As if suddenly stimulated, Lance shook off his hand, with an agitated expression, and pointed angrily out of the window.

"Just because you love me, and I love you too, you died on Planet Opa ten years ago!"

"Because I love you, you were almost beaten to death by me in the arena two days ago!"

"This is love, my love for you! How many lives do you have left to be loved by me! Ah!"

Lance's eyes were red, roaring like a cornered beast.

Lin Quan looked at the desperate and painful Lance in shock, and a large pain was pulled out of his heart.

He rushed forward and hugged Lance fiercely, "I'm not dead, Lance, I'm fine at all, really, you touch me."

Lin Quan took his hand and put it on his face, "Look, I am warm, I can move, I can breathe, how could I die, if we want to go, we must go together, this sentence is not yours Did you say that?"

Lance, who was hugged tightly by him, caressed his face with trembling hands, carefully and carefully painted his eyebrows, nose bridge, and thin lips with his hands, touching it over and over again as if to confirm.

Maybe ten times, maybe a hundred times, Lance's hand carefully slid from under his chin to his neck, his thick thumb resting lightly on the pulse point of his carotid artery, for fear of breaking the dream with too much force, Like countless nights before.

One time, two times, three times... twenty, thirty, forty, the pulsating and powerful heartbeat sounded like the sounds of nature, opening up Lance's hard and closed heart, and he slowly buried his head on his shoulder, Silent tears soaked his clothes.

"Lin Quan."

"kindness."

"I miss you so much."

"Me too."

"Lin Quan."

"Lin Quan."

……

Lin Quan put his hand in his hair, lowered his head and kissed his cold earlobe, gently comforting him.

I'm afraid no one would have imagined that the violent and cold-blooded god of death in the outside world is as fragile as a child in his arms at this moment.