Be a fan of all insects in the Middle Ages [Zerg]

Hetty woke up in the early morning, covered with a clean and light quilt, and there was still light cedar in the room.

The moonlight streamed in from the window, and the male worm was wrapped in a bathrobe and curled up on the edge of the bed with his back facing him, the distance between the two worms was so far that another adult worm could sleep.

In Yasara in mid-March, the night wind is cold.

The female paused, carefully lifted the quilt, and approached the male lightly.

The back of the male worm moved suddenly, Heti was slightly stiff, and his hands were still in the motion of lifting the quilt, and He Liang had already rolled over, got into the quilt and pressed against his chest.

His blue pupils rippled, and his porcelain-white face quietly turned red in the dark night.

Heti lay down, and closed the hand that lifted the quilt, the movement was light and slow, the body temperature of the male insect was higher than his, and the breath it sprayed was much hotter,

The frequency of myocardial contraction and relaxation became faster and faster, and the drum-like heartbeat resounded clearly in the silent night.

The female covered her chest lightly, but her body could not help but slowly approach the male...

Just after dawn, He Liang was awakened by the touch in his arms.

Opening his eyes, he saw Heti's peaceful and beautiful insect face, and Heti's thin waist was in his hand.

They breathe together, the elegant and fresh smell of the female worms rushes into the nostrils, the two buttons of the light shirt are unknowingly undone, and the dazed reflection falls on the white chest, and the scenery below is faint , Unprovoked... some insect traps.

Hetty is a sick bug, it is definitely impossible to do anything, it seems that he was too cold last night to shrink in by himself.

He Liang pressed his Adam's apple unconsciously. His first reaction was not to immediately pull the distance between the two worms, but the dog gently lifted a corner of the quilt, and slowly moved out with one arm and one leg...

"Good morning." The female worm's voice suddenly sounded a bit hoarse as if she had just woken up.

He Liang's movements froze, his body was half stuck in the quilt, the bed felt a slight shaking, he turned his head mechanically, and squeezed out a sentence: "Morning... Admiral Heti."

Hetty had already sat up. Seeing him looking over, the corners of her lips raised gently, "You can sleep a little longer."

With fair and slender fingers pressing the button of the neckline, He Liang looked away guiltily, "It's...it's getting late."

After a rustling sound, the bed lightened suddenly, and when he looked over again, the military female had already adjusted her shirt, and the outline of her body was particularly beautiful under the dim light.

"Is your body okay?"

He Liang was slightly stunned, and nodded after realizing what Hetty said, "There's nothing uncomfortable about it."

The air was silent for a few seconds, Heti was against the light, his expression was unclear, and after a while, He Liang heard him say in a hoarse voice: "Sorry..."

He Liang was cautious, "... I was not careful, don't be like this..."

Jun Nu turned around and picked up the coat on the coat rack, and when she looked up at him again, the corners of her lips raised slightly, "I'll ask Deman to bring you clothes."

He Liang licked his dry lips, "Then you...?"

Heti's face froze, his eyelashes drooped slightly, "I... go to the marshal to receive the punishment, and come back at noon." He didn't want the male worm to see it.

He Liang: "..." He seemed to understand something.

The slender and tall figure disappeared behind the door, and there was a soft "click", and the lonely sound of military boots falling gradually faded away.

It was almost eight o'clock when Deman delivered the clothes to the hotel, and there was an everyday black suit in the bag.

The hotel provided free breakfast. When He Liang changed his clothes and walked outside the restaurant, he vaguely saw some bugs sitting on the sofa near the glass wall.

After stepping into the restaurant, he began to regret his search behavior.

The eyes of the four worms all fell on He Liang, and he couldn't be more familiar with three of them.

"Your Excellency He Liang...?" Pei Yan seemed a little surprised.

He Liang's feet stagnated slightly, "Morning...Your Excellency Pei Yan."

Qu Sheng gave him a dim look, then lowered his head and ate his meal by himself.

"So...Your Excellency He Liang is Bega..." Nair suddenly realized.

The corners of He Liang's mouth twitched slightly, and suddenly he was not so nervous, both acting at the actor's level.

He bent his lips and smiled, as if the two worms were old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time, "Mr. Neil, long time no see."

There was interest in the tea-brown eyes, and the corners of Nair's lips were slightly raised, "Long time no see...Your Excellency He Liang."

Pei Yan looked like a ghost, but he rarely said anything.

He Liang calmly sat down opposite the worms. Before the waiter came over, he heard the strange female worm say: "Nair, this is... the champion of the male pet exhibition... Bega?"

The strange female had black hair that reached to her shoulders, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose. She looked harmless and handsome, but what she said caused He Liang's expression to burst.

Nair's voice came with a smile: "Bega... is it His Excellency He Liang's stage name?"

He Liang's brows twitched, it sounded like the old bustard in the Goulan courtyard introducing a girl.

The female looked at him, and her rose-red lips curled up in an arc full of interest, "Maybe we can get to know... this handsome male lord."

The sticky tone made He Liang tremble.

The female worm continued: "My name is Pei Ya... Maybe you have heard of Pei Zheng, the iron-faced Marshal of the Third Army. He is my father. As for Pei Yan...he is my younger brother."

He Liang raised his lips mechanically, "Mr. Pei Ya..." The experience of being followed by a "man" is extremely bad.

Pei Ya's smile didn't change, he ate the bread slowly, his eyes fell on He Liang in a substantial way, his tone was as sticky and greasy as his voice, which made Chong very uncomfortable.

The female waiter greeted her, her eyes blocked, "Sir."

He Liang breathed a sigh of relief and chose a set meal that suits his taste. After the waiter left, he had regained his composure.

That gaze continued, and the owner of the gaze was almost watching him "drink", He Liang picked up the spoon, and methodically poured a mouthful of thick soup into his mouth.

The thin lips have a crystal-clear jelly texture, and the male's deep and ascetic eyebrows and eyes seem to present a seductive posture that is hesitant to speak...

The female in Yu Guangzhong stood up suddenly, and He Liang's hand holding the table spoon was slightly stagnant, and the female was already seated opposite him, with her chin slightly tilted forward, and the sticky tone sounded again: "Your Excellency He Liang, the way you eat... . . . it is pleasing to the eye . . . perhaps you will forgive my abruptness."

There was a strange silence in the air for a few seconds, and those eyes full of interest closely explored every inch of He Liang's face.

He Liang picked up the goosebumps all over the floor, "Perhaps...we should keep a certain distance, Mr. Pei Ya...it's meal time now."

Pei Ya looked distressed: "Perhaps His Excellency He Liang doesn't know, I have tried my best to restrain myself."

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