How to survive by dressing as a villain male

July just looked up at him expressionlessly.

His pair of dog eyes were always soft and moist when looking at Zhou Ci, so Zhou Ci never noticed that, in fact, July's eyes were a little pale.

When he waited for an opportunity to raise his eyes to look at people, he looked very fierce, like a wolf that had been hungry for three days.

The provocation of this subfemale is not even as influential to July as a speck of dust in the air. He is so calm that he can't even stir up a little water, but——

Qiyue's eyes fell on the astonished and frightened eyes of these Asian females, like a rabbit meeting a fox, and then turned to look at the charcoal ash in the stove beside her.

His eyes flickered. Although they were overwhelmed, they seemed to be useful.

He walked forward, but in the space of a few steps, the state of his whole body changed instantly, from a wolf with a fierce look on his face to a harmless little animal, walking to the side of the cylinder of carbon ash with shrunken shoulders , with a low voice.

"I, I didn't..."

He intentionally exposed some blood-stained bandages, which looked really glaringly red at a quick glance.

"Major General, Major General let me take heart candy."

Ah Jin looked at him covered in bandages, let go of the fear in his heart, and cursed in a loud voice: "You are so cheap! I told you not to make me proud! How much do you think the major general really likes you?"

He deliberately put his hidden heart candy in his hand, and said proudly: "I tell you, in the future, if you do things under my nose, you should be smart and know who is the boss."

Qiyue lowered her head and twisted the corner of her clothes, covering the mocking arc of her mouth: "But why did the major general tell me not to tire myself out when doing things?"

Ah Jin stared, the ugly scar was more like a ghost under the distorted facial muscles, he rushed forward angrily, stretched out his hand with all his strength, and pushed Qiyue hard like venting his hatred.

To be honest, this strength is not enough to tickle Qiyue, but he fell backwards and hit the charcoal fire cylinder with a "bang", the charcoal fire cylinder tilted suddenly, and the dust fell like snow Half of his body was covered in ashes.

The child with black hair and black eyes didn't seem to know what he did wrong. The tip of his nose and chin were covered with dust, but his eyes were clear and bright. He looked like an abandoned little dog squatting on the side of the road on a rainy night , the whole body is dusty, looking at it makes people feel distressed.

Those Ya females who had the same hatred as Ah Jin also paused when they saw this scene. The child's eyes are really pitiful at this time. Although they are always jealous of him, they feel that Ah Jin is going too far. .

"...It's not that bad."

"Isn't that a little too much?"

"Ajin, it's not his fault that the major general likes him..." Before the yawoman could finish speaking, Ajin slapped him aside, and the agitated yawo suddenly fell silent .

Ah Jin then turned his head, pointed at Qiyue's nose arrogantly as if he had obtained some proof, and cursed: "You bastard, let me tell you, if the major general really liked you, he wouldn't let you do such a servant job. It won’t let you lose a piece of good skin and meat every day, he—”

Ah Jin's voice stopped, but Qiyue still raised her head in a daze, and the dust fell from her body like fireflies.

"What's wrong with me."

Zhou Ci stood behind Ah Jin, his eyes were full of ice and snow.

In the next second, the guard behind him stepped forward and easily suppressed Ah Jin.

"Master, Major General..." Ah Jin's legs softened, his lips turned white with fright.

Zhou Ci ignored him, frowned and walked towards Qiyue.

Some sick and weak little princes were a little disoriented because they were walking too fast. He ran to the black-haired boy in a panic, regardless of the fine clothes on his body, and before Qiyue could say anything, he walked firmly. He pulled the dirty slave into his arms.

Qiyue opened her mouth, her eyes were inexplicably sore.

Everything is going according to plan, but...

He blinked his sore eyes.

Obviously, you are the one who protects me like this every time, and you are the one who hugs the embarrassed me every time, so why, when I kiss you, you don't want to...

Zhou Ci gently patted away the ashes on Qiyue's body, her eyes fell on those glaring pale bandages, and her heart ached like needles.

He thought of the bloody boy just now.

"You idiot, the wound hasn't healed yet, why are you running around..."

Leaning obediently in Zhou Ci's arms in July, she raised her head for a long time, touched the dark spots in Zhou Ci's eyes, and said, "The major general is too tired, and I want to bring you some candy."

Zhou Ci's eyelashes trembled slightly, feeling the caress of Qiyue's raised hand, for some reason, a strange, complicated and very warm emotion surrounded her heart.

Like lost and found, tired birds return to their nests.

He is a human being, not a machine. If there is a heart that treats him honestly, he cannot remain unmoved.

Like exchanging a pebble for a pearl, the last thing he regrets is probably taking away July.

He woke up in the room just now, and at the first sight, he found that his child was gone. He couldn't tell what it felt like, as if the sky had fallen, a kind of fear, uneasiness, and anxiety that he had never experienced before. heart.

Qiyue was so badly injured, what did he do, where was he, was he in danger, would someone bully him, did he go to that plum blossom pile again?

He couldn't sit still thinking of this, he just knew that if anything happened to July, he would never forgive himself in his life.

"Is it hurt anywhere?"

Zhou Ci turned Qiyue's shoulder over to look. Sure enough, the bandage was oozing blood, and the wound was slightly torn.

The little prince's face turned ugly for an instant.

Zhou Ci let out a breath slowly, just when he was full of anger and wanted to get up to clean up the thing that didn't have eyes, but was pulled back by Qiyue.

The child's fluffy head plunged into Zhou Ci's arms, itchy and fluffy, like a homeless puppy with thick hair.

The little prince suddenly lost his temper.

"Major General, it's none of his business..." Qiyue tilted her head and leaned against Zhou Ci's arms. From this angle, Zhou Ci couldn't see the child's mocking eyebrows.

Different from the July in his impression, the boy raised his eyelids and glanced at A Jin as if looking at garbage, the corner of his mouth was slightly mocking.

Just like that, Qiyue laughed at the suppressed Ya female with her eyes, and rubbed her head in Zhou Ci's arms to show off.

"It's my fault, I should look for it myself, I shouldn't bother him..."

When Ah Jin heard this, his eyes went dark, and he struggled frantically and shouted, "Major General! Major General!"

A distorted cheek was now full of tears: "Major General is a bitch, he is the best at putting on a show! Major General, you were deceived by him! No!"

Zhou Ci listened to his boundless curses and insults to her innocent child, and finally couldn't help it, and turned around and shouted: "Shut up!"

"Get him out."

"Major General!! Major General! I was wrong, let me stay here......"

For a Yafe who served the little prince and was kicked out, basically he is out of work if he goes out, no one will dare to use him again, and what awaits him in the future can only be the most despicable low-level jobs, or , skin|meat business.

The system looked at the whole set of movements of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger in July with a dull face, and looked at Zhou Ci's distressed eyes, without being angry, and dared not say a word.

The two returned to the room, Zhou Ci dragged the child into his arms, checked every bandage carefully, and felt relieved after confirming that the wounds were almost scabbed over.

Zhou Ci raised his hand and rubbed the tip of the child's nose, wiping off the eye-catching dust.

"Are you a fool?" He poked a dimple on the child's cheek.

"You won't resist what he says or does? Isn't it because you can't beat him and just let others bully you?"

"This major general's slave is not something everyone can bully."

Qiyue lowered her eyebrows and pleasing her eyes, looking at the tails of her eyes, the somewhat fierce hero felt a little sweet in her heart.

Just as he was about to say something, his eyes fell on Zhou Ci's moist lips again.

Red tender, sweet, like the strawberries that Chong Xing placed on the dining table of aristocrats with tens of thousands of worms each, it looks bright red, and it is sweet, moist and juicy when bitten down.

July is a bit thirsty.

He wanted to taste the taste of this red lip again, very much.

Qiyue purposely straddled Zhou Ci's lap, and lowered her head to the other's neck by taking advantage of her short height, her breathing and speaking exhaled onto Zhou Ci's Adam's apple.

"Me, I only bully Zhou Ci."

Zhou Ci felt that the sensitive part of the neck, especially the Adam's apple, was itchy. After all these years of being a straight man, he didn't know that it was a child who deliberately teased him, and his face was forced to turn red almost as soon as he opened his mouth in July.

He lowered his head slightly, trying to keep the child away, who knew that as soon as he lowered his head, Qiyue "accidentally" raised his head, and the lips of the two brushed gently, like a gust of early spring breeze, cool and full of With the warmth of spring.

Zhou Ci's heart was shocked, and he only felt that slight touch, itching like an electric current bursting from the contact point and flowing into the limbs, and his mind was numb from the light kiss.

His pupils shrunk, and he pushed Qiyue away violently, his heart was beating like a broken heart and almost rushed out.

What the fuck is going on... He covered his lips in disbelief.

Why was it just lightly brushed, but it was worse than being pressed and kissed by the boy that day, even more...

Zhou Ci didn't dare to continue thinking.

Pushed aside, Qiyue raised her head in doubt: "Zhou Ci, what's wrong with you?"

"Is something uncomfortable?"

Zhou Ci regained his composure, looked at the innocent face of the child, and immediately threw himself onto the ground in embarrassment, almost wanting to bury himself in the ground.

He is really shameless... The boy didn't even feel what happened just now, but he was like a big flower girl who was molested, shameless, really shameless...

The young man who "didn't even feel what happened just now" pressed the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but look at Zhou Ci's cute reaction almost in a mood of enjoyment, his calves were shaking slightly with pleasure.

The wolf cub got cheap and acted like a good boy. He approached Zhou Ci with concern in his eyes: "Zhou Ci, do you have a fever? Your face is so red..."

He reached out to touch Zhou Ci's face, and the other party reacted with flushed cheeks, stood up abruptly, and said incoherently: "No, no, I'm fine..."

Qiyue was so happy that he almost wanted to laugh out loud, and he didn't want to push him hard anymore. After thinking about it, in order to be on the safe side, in order to prevent Zhou Ci from being suspicious of him, he deliberately gave Zhou Ci a glass of cold water, acting as if he was really serious. Worried about Zhou Ci's fever, he admired the look of the little prince's wandering eyes for a while before jumping out of bed to find a book of military law and a pen to start studying as usual.

Zhou Ci spurned himself in his heart for a long time, holding the water in his hand, the more he looked at it, the more guilty he felt, and he waited until the glass of water had turned from cold to warm, and then his heart turned from warm to cold.

He looked up to find the figure of Qiyue, the child seemed to be in a daze while sitting at the desk.

Zhou Ci lifted her foot and walked over, the sound of stepping on the floor brought Qiyue back to her senses.

Qiyue's expression was messed up, as if she was trying hard to cover up something, she pretended to smile calmly at Zhou Ci: "Zhou Ci, you go back first, I'm starting to study military law..."

Zhou Ci was stunned for a moment, this was the first time he heard a child ask him to go back......

He has always hoped that Qiyue can be more independent, and that he will not stick to his conjoined twins whenever he is free. He hopes that he can be independent as soon as possible, and that the child can recognize his own thoughts...

But he found that when July really wanted to do this, he didn't seem particularly happy.

Especially when he thought of the inexplicable kiss between the two just now, he felt a strange feeling like being abandoned from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help being even more upset.

Zhou Ci raised his eyebrows, but didn't answer, and didn't bother to care about the inexplicable sourness and sullenness in his heart, and sat opposite the child by himself.

Qiyue lowered her head, fell silent, and put down the book.

"Didn't you say study?" Zhou Ci glanced at the military law book on the desk, and recognized that he had chosen it for the child in the library.

Looking into Zhou Ci's eyes in July, her heart was heavy.

Zhou Ci looked at him, feeling inexplicable.

The two stalemate like this for a while, Zhou Ci looked at Qiyue's increasingly uncomfortable expression, and first softened his heart. He suppressed the feeling of eating in his heart, and said: "If you don't want to say it, then..."

Qiyue shook her head to interrupt Zhou Ci's words, no longer hid her hand under the table, and slowly lifted it to the desk, holding the pen.

However, although the pen is held, it is almost useless. Every time I want to write, the tip of the pen trembles pitifully under the weak strength of the owner, and the handwriting is crooked on the paper. A blank sheet of paper is like a three-year-old child who has just learned to write.

Zhou Ci's pupils shrank, and he held the involuntarily trembling hand almost before he could react.

How could it be, how could it be...

Zhou Ci's heart was twisted like a knife. Did he get hurt in the plum blossom pile just now? How could Qiyue's hand become like this.

He could almost predict the uncontrollable chain reaction after the protagonist loses these hands.

If he had no hands, no machine-like precision guns under the control of these hands, no powerful force given to him by these hands... What about an uprising, and what about building an army... ...

Qiyue's face was expressionless, his eyes were cold, and his pupils revealed a slight ruthless color. He slowly but firmly broke away from Zhou Ci's hand holding him, his brows were tightened, and his back was tensed like a crescent moon Bow, masochistically fought against the trembling that was useless, but in the end it was defeated. The broken wrist seemed to be against him again, the harder it was, the stronger the trembling.

"July..." Zhou Ci called softly.

The expressionless young man ignored it, his eyes fixed on the crippled wrist, and he exerted force again, ushering in a stronger wave of backlash-like trembling.

"July!" Zhou Ci yelled, stretching out both hands to hold Qiyue's hand regardless.

Wounded, trembling hands.

The injured hand, because of the owner's inappropriate use, has almost curled up and convulsed. Even if it doesn't use force, it becomes like an epileptic, ugly and twisted.

The dead tree-like hands danced wildly like ghosts, Qiyue no longer looked at this useless waste, and slowly lowered her head.

"Zhou Ci..."

The eyes after the broken hair are sad, like an ancient well without waves.

Those eyes said nothing, yet seemed to say everything.

"My hand is broken..."

My hand is broken, I can't even hold a pen, and I'm useless.

It cannot be your gun, your shield, or your knife.

Then you, do you still want me?

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Friendly reminder, the next chapter is full of high energy, hehe~~