The paper man I raised is a dragon boss

That night, they did not read a single military newspaper.

Nan Xiao was lying in Han Yuan's arms. He just took a bath, but there was still a thin layer of sweat on his back. It wasn't hot, but because he had been kissed too much. He was thin-skinned.

There is a military parade tomorrow, and the time does not allow him to sleep late, otherwise he must be very depressed tomorrow morning.

He tried to close his eyes and force himself to fall asleep, but Han Yuan's hands dishonestly rubbed along his spine, all the way up, and reached the back of his neck.

The other party's hands were very warm, and the calluses on the fingertips were slightly rough to the touch. When they brushed against the skin of the back of his neck, Nan Xiao only felt a tingling sensation, as if countless ants had crawled over him.

He couldn't help but drilled deeper into Han Yuan's arms, gritted his teeth and endured for a while.

The warm breath of the other party brushed his forehead hair, with the refreshing smell of mint mouthwash.

But Han Yuan's hands had become even more severe, they circled the back of his neck and began to fiddle with his earlobes.

Tolerable or unbearable!

Nan Xiao felt that if he didn't stop the other party, he wouldn't have to sleep today!

Moreover, two big men share a bed at night, and Han Yuan is like this... He is not a saint who is ascetic and calm!

Even if Han Yuan could bear it, he might not be able to. What if something happens if this continues? !

Nan Xiao slapped Han Yuan's hand off, interlocked his fingers and stuffed it into the bed, warning fiercely.

"You are not allowed to move anymore! Sleep well! Otherwise, you can go to the floor, and I won't sleep with you!"

Someone gently kissed the center of the eyebrows, and Han Yuan's voice was low and hoarse: "But I was injured a few days ago, and Xiao Xiao hasn't been there for a long time—"

Nan Xiao's face became hot, his eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he raised his hand to cover his lips.

"...Haven't you kissed enough today?!"

He pursed his lips, feeling that his lips were still a little swollen, and it was still unknown whether it would go away tomorrow.

The only thing that is certain is that if Han Yuan is allowed to continue, he will definitely not be able to see anyone tomorrow!

After finishing the words, he saw Han Yuan drooping his eyelashes, and there was a trace of childish disappointment in his eyes.

"Okay...Since His Highness doesn't like it..."

Nan Xiao's heart softened.

"Enough is enough for me... When we return to the imperial capital, I won't stop you no matter what you want, so it's okay for the head office?"

He tried to convince himself for Han Yuan.

After all, Han Yuan is in love for the first time, so it's normal to cling to him.

Sometimes he himself likes to cuddle with people.

He can't get mad at his boyfriend because of this.

"Xiao Xiao means what he says?"

"Well, it counts—but it's really late today, we should rest."

There was a slight smile in Han Yuan's dark phoenix eyes, Nan Xiao always felt that the other party's smile was slow and meaningful, and he couldn't help but began to wonder if the loss of this person just now was deliberately pretending to deceive him.

Before he had time to think about it, someone pressed the back of his head and hugged him tightly.

This time Han Yuan finally did not touch him in peace, but said softly: "Go to sleep."

Early the next morning, soldiers brought Nan Xiao's dress.

He did not serve in the army and could not wear a military uniform. He could only wear a suit and dress to participate in the military parade.

The young man adjusted his tie in front of the full-length mirror.

The style of the suit is very simple, but it fits well. The young man has good-looking facial features and a slender figure. With the extravagance cultivated by the royal family since childhood, it will naturally attract people's attention after being tidied up properly.

Nan Xiao turned around and saw Han Yuan standing not far away looking at him, his eyes darkened, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows in surprise, and raised his hand to touch his face.

"What's the matter, is there something on my face?"

"No." Han Yuan's Adam's apple rolled, and he looked away unobtrusively, "Your Highness looks good in a suit."

Usually when Xiao Xiao of his family is wearing home clothes, he looks softer, like a college student who is warm and sunny.

But when he puts on a formal suit, the young man's demeanor becomes a little cooler. When his almond eyes stretch out without a smile on his face, he looks like a researcher who is going to attend an important scientific conference.

After a simple breakfast, they went out to the training ground.

The patrolling teams and sentry posts in the barracks are still in order. It seems that the news that His Royal Highness the Little Prince and His Excellency Shengzi are going to parade in person was conveyed last night. The soldiers patrolling today have particularly tall spines.

"The items of the military parade are mainly the formation and target shooting, and then the display of various arms..."

While walking, Nan Xiao listened to Han Yuan explain the general process to him. When he arrived at the training ground, several square formations had already been formed on the ground, and the teams were neatly arranged.

The soldiers' eyes were piercing, and there was a gust of wind during the military salute, and their movements were uniform, with a chilling aura.

Nan Xiao also saw the soldiers stationed in the imperial capital, but the soldiers in the imperial capital had never experienced the flames of war. Compared with the army here, they were like the difference between lambs and wild wolves.

The military training on the edge of the star is not like other places. The obedience of the soldiers has long been honed in the battles, so the requirements for the queue are not high.

"The next project, 500-meter target shooting, starts!"

Immediately, hundreds of electronic targets appeared on the opposite side of the training ground. The soldiers raised their guns neatly, stored energy, and pulled the triggers.

The scene of hundreds of laser light beams firing at the same time was extremely spectacular. Nan Xiao only saw a burst of dazzling light, and the next moment he saw the electronic target on the opposite side showing the total number of targets.

All ten rings, no one failed.

The same is true for changing the next line of soldiers to shoot targets.

Several rows of soldiers passed by. If he hadn't known that Han Yuan personally brought out all the soldiers in Beicheng, he would have wondered if the electronic target had been tampered with.

He quietly glanced at the generals at the side with the corner of his eye. Their expressions were normal, and they seemed to have gotten used to it.

Nan Xiao tilted his head and asked Han Yuan in a low voice: "... Are all the soldiers in Beicheng at this level?"

He remembered the army stationed in the imperial capital, the best troops came to shoot targets, and they might not be able to achieve ten rings.

"It's not like... the ones who can come here for display are the best ones selected by each battalion."

"In general, what is the hit rate of ordinary soldiers?"

Han Yuan squinted his phoenix eyes, and replied softly: "About ten shots, the average is eight or nine rings."

hiss.

Nan Xiao looked down at his hands.

His hands looked like they had just been installed.

Why is it the same pair of hands, others can average out eight or nine rings, even if he drives the mech and turns on automatic aiming, he may not be able to hit every hit.

Let alone with a gun unarmed, his hit rate is touchingly low.

Han Yuan turned his face sideways, noticed that his little boyfriend looked down at his hands with his lips pursed, and asked in a low voice.

"Do you want to try target shooting, Your Highness?"

"Me?!" Nan Xiao froze for a moment, "No, no, I—"

He really wants to go, but in case the shooting results are too bad, it’s okay to be ashamed in front of his own army, and let the interstellar pirates hear it...

"I will guide His Highness in shooting, don't worry... Even if there is no ten rings, there are eight or nine rings."

◎The author has something to say:

The start of school is really, really, really busy, so I can only update it every other day. I'm sorry my dears, but you can watch after you get fatter!