Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

Years of experience in the battlefield made Qin Bohuai develop a very keen intuition, and there is indeed someone behind the curtain.

And the man didn't hide, he was motionless, the glass in Qin Bohuai's hand almost pierced the other's face, the young man didn't even blink his eyes.

His back is close to the window sill, his butterfly bones are leaning back, his shirt is tight, and a winding and smooth curve is drawn from the back of his neck to his waist, and his fingers on the window are slightly clenched.

The sharp glass that was only centimeters away from him was clearly reflected in the emerald green pupils.

The rapidly raised window screen slowly fell again, filled with light moonlight, draped over the man's shoulders, covering the two of them as if their heads.

Outside the window, the full moon is bright and bright, and the lights are brilliant. At this moment, everything becomes a silent foil like an oil painting.

When he saw the person coming, Qin Bohuai stopped for a moment and asked, "Why are you here?"

Shen Xinglan blinked her eyes lightly, and pursed her lower lip: "You scared me, Brother Bohuai."

His eyes lingered on the other party. Just a few steps from the door to the window, he was very agile. Although he was wearing a hospital gown, he didn't see any scars with the naked eye.

Silently, Shen Xinglan breathed a sigh of relief.

He obviously should choose to retreat, choose to go back and wait for the news, but he still used the skill card and came to him to have a look.

Qin Bohuai casually threw the glass aside, his eyes were deep: "You shouldn't have come."

The lights were not turned on in the room, it was spacious and quiet, and the night breeze leaked in from the window, lifting the broken hair on the young man's cheeks.

The corners of Shen Xinglan's lips curled up slightly, two small dimples formed, his eyes were like clear green gemstones: "But I'm already here."

The slightly hot breath brushed against Qin Bohuai's cheeks, making it inexplicably itchy.

Looking at each other from a close distance, the man's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he looked at him without moving, his gaze changed slightly.

Shen Xinglan moved here to confirm Qin Bohuai's status. After seeing him, he realized that the Marshal's injury was just a cover. This was a play, and Qin Bohuai should have other plans.

He thought that the two had experienced some things together, and before making such a major decision, they should at least be notified in advance.

Maybe he was naive.

Shen Xinglan lowered his head slightly, scratched the tip of his nose with his fingers, and the person in front of him suddenly moved closer. There was almost only a millimeter of distance between the two of them, so close that he could hear the other person's breathing.

Qin Bohuai put one hand on his side, the natural height difference made him full of momentum, but it didn't give people a strong sense of oppression.

Looking sideways, the young man saw restraint in the man's eyes, his chin almost touched his cheek, but he didn't make any further progress.

In the quiet night, his inquiry sounded: "Is it okay?"

Qin Bohuai gave birth to Zhang Junmei's flawless face, with tough and stern facial curves, three-dimensional features, often serious and unsmiling, and has always been an existence that no one dared to approach in the military.

Analyzing the situation, issuing orders, and waiting for their execution, he acts decisively and neatly.

It was the first time in his life that he carefully consulted the other party before doing something.

With hindsight, Shen Xinglan realized that the posture of the two of them was too ambiguous, and he was confined within a square inch, with the window sill behind him, and there was no way to retreat.

"You..." Shen Xinglan shut up as soon as he finished saying you, he didn't dislike the other party's closeness.

Maybe this is the person he saw at first sight after receiving the plot line, or there may be other factors.

Qin Bohuai was not in a hurry, he kept that posture all the time: "Huh?"

Shen Xinglan raised her head: "Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"

It was no surprise that he would ask this question, Qin Bohuai said calmly: "I have said so."

?

He added: "When you take care of your sister."

Shen Xinglan vaguely recalled a scene, Mu Yu didn't sleep well last night, and needed to spend time guarding, and Qin Bohuai came over halfway, so he didn't have time to take care of it.

As if he couldn't help it at last, Qin Bohuai tightened his arms a little bit, completely wrapping the person in his arms, lowered his head, rubbed his chin against his cheek, and said in a low voice with a smile:

"Next time I will remember to report in advance."

The man's voice is a standard subwoofer, and its lethality is doubled when it is close to speaking, like an ancient and powerful musical instrument.

The side of the cheek near his lips felt like a tiny electric current passing by, and half of the ear was soft.

I don't know when they kissed each other, covered by the tulle, it was hazy and unreal, and the moonlight poured down like running water, depicting the entangled figures of the two on the ground.

Shen Xinglan pressed his back against the wall by the window, and murmured between his lips and teeth. Qin Bohuai glanced distractedly, inserted his hand horizontally into the gap between him and the window sill, supported his waist, and rubbed it lightly.

The mermaid's waist is already much more sensitive than that of ordinary people, and obviously there is no unnecessary movement, a boiling hot air rises in the body instantly, spreading all the way to the cheeks.

Shen Xinglan wasn't sure if he was blushing or not, he stepped back a little, put his palm on Qin Bohuai's chest, and breathed a little while speaking: "The day after tomorrow is the succession ceremony."

He tried his best to regain his sanity from the heat wave in the room and get the topic back on track.

"The matter of the Zerg race will be revealed immediately, and the star people will not support such an emperor," Shen Xinglan stroked one by one, "wait until the day after tomorrow..."

He said, Qin Bohuai just listened, nodding his head from time to time in response.

After Shen Xinglan finished speaking, she raised her eyes slightly and looked at him.

The lips that have just been kissed are delicate and charming. Under the dark light environment, they are like two petals that are constantly opening and closing, plump and plump, constantly tempting to pick.

Qin Bohuai said calmly: "Your lung capacity is not enough."

Shen Xinglan:?

Qin Bohuai raised his hand, and gently scratched the corner of his lips: "I gasp after just one kiss, if it's my soldier, I have to arrange for you to practice more."

Shen Xinglan:? ?

96 couldn't laugh anymore, and was afraid that Shen Xinglan would hit him, so he had to bear it with difficulty.

Shen Xinglan smiled slightly: "Who says it's not? Then why do you kiss me, brother? Go kiss your soldiers."

After speaking, he pushed him away and wanted to leave, Qin Bohuai grabbed his arm, and the moonlight swept over his firm facial features, reflecting his silhouette like a marble sculpture:

"I don't like them."

——I don't like them, I only like you, so I just want to kiss you.

It seems as if the reeds have crossed the water, making ripples and gradually spreading.

When the man said this, he was serious. It was a matter of course, but there was a kind of... a cute contrast.

Shen Xinglan was not a coaxable person, so she couldn't help but soften her heart at this moment.

Captured the other party's move, Qin Bohuai took advantage of the victory and pursued: "Stay with me tonight?"

If he stayed here again, something else would happen. Shen Xinglan would not continue to indulge after making the decision to come and see him.

He shook his head: "Xiaoyu is waiting for me, I have to go to school tomorrow."

For Qin Bohuai, allowing him to kiss him was already a big breakthrough, and he never thought that the other party would really stay.

He hummed: "Then I'll see you off."

The control on this floor is very strict, and you can only go up and down by swiping the elevator card. Qin Bohuai sent Shen Xinglan into the elevator, pressed the floor button, and then exited.

The elevator door closed slowly, and suddenly a hand blocked it. Sensing someone, the elevator door stopped and stopped in place.

Shen Xinglan thought he still had something to explain: "What's wrong?"

Outside the elevator, light and shadow intertwine, and the man in the hospital gown is tall and straight, with eyes as deep as the sea:

"They all need you, so when will it be my turn?"

For a moment, Shen Xinglan almost saw a big dissatisfied wolf dog from under the serious shell, curling its tail and acting like a baby to herself.

His heartbeat missed half a beat.