into the sheath

The guide was lying on the bed with his back to him.The body was half-sinked between the dark sheets and the thin quilt, and the formal uniform was taken off, revealing half of the shoulders with a paler complexion than usual, but it was not thin, because of years of exercise, strong and tough muscles Lay it on top to form a beautiful line.

Tang Heng's breathing couldn't help but stagnate, and when he moved forward again, even the sound of his footsteps was subdued and light.

His gaze has been locked on Jiang Feng's body.

For a moment, Tang Heng felt that his current behavior was extremely absurd, as if he had returned to the previous room. In the morning when he woke up from a dream full of spring, he also slipped into the river like this. In the closed bedroom, it was as grand as it is now, and he didn't dare to come out.

But some inexplicable changes have occurred.

Tang Heng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the voice was so loud that he even jumped.He held his breath and subconsciously looked in Jiang Feng's direction.

The man slept peacefully and was not disturbed at all. The sound of breathing was so thin that it was almost impossible to catch it. Amidst the thunderous snoring in the living room, it added a touch of tranquility to the room.

Tang Heng walked around to the other end of the bed.

He had never seen Jiang Feng so quiet.Slightly frowning eyebrows, closed eyes, straight nose, lightly pursed lips, all combinations are familiar yet unfamiliar.This feeling is very novel, like a young child accidentally picked up a treasure box in the wasteland. He is attracted by its simple and exquisite appearance, and is more curious about the things contained in the treasure box.

But now, he opened it nervously.

Tang Heng stretched out his hand.The fingers that had never trembled when stabbing the Zerg with the knife trembled slightly. Through the thin eyelids, he wanted to touch those eyes, but finally hovered at a position above one millimeter.

Maybe it was caught by the nightmare, Jiang Feng's eyelashes trembled, and the end swept over the callused fingertips, which shouldn't be felt, but made Tang Heng feel as if he was hit by an electric current.

The sentinel withdrew his hand sharply.

Not reconciled to leaving at this point, in the end, he tucked the quilt up for that person with a hypocritical force that even he despised.

The thin quilt was so light that it was almost weightless, like a layer of light dreams that would shatter when touched.

But as soon as he made a move, someone grabbed his wrist.

It was a force close to crushing bones.In an instant, the world was spinning, and in the blink of an eye, Tang Heng was already suppressed on the bed. The guide who was still quietly in a dream just now lay on top of him, pressing his hand holding the quilt to one side, and the other His hands were firmly on the throat.Jiang Feng's good-looking eyes narrowed slightly, and the vigilance was mixed with the ignorance of just waking up.

Tang Heng tried to move his wrist, in exchange for a firmer suppression.

But he is not without room for resistance.The guide doesn't use mental power.

Tang Heng blinked.He didn't know if Jiang Feng did it on purpose, but he himself was in a daze. The guide's clear pheromone filled his nose and cavity, and the bed was soft or not, and he was still in such a "dangerous" posture.

He couldn't help but get distracted.

"What are you here for?"

Jiang Feng's body temperature was very low, like a traveler who had just returned from the outdoors under heavy snowfall, his body was stiff and still trembling slightly.

In contrast, Tang Heng was astonishingly hot.Due to the difference in physique, the sentinel's body temperature was already half a degree higher than that of ordinary people, but at this moment, the temperature was still rising.

Tang Heng coughed dryly, and talked about him from left to right, "Then what, do you need me to connect you to the infirmary?"

Jiang Feng's hand stick on his throat did not leave, and the difference in body temperature became more and more obvious.

Jiang Feng asked repeatedly: "What are you doing here?"

After a brief buffer, the sleepy ignorance faded a lot, and the remaining sharpness became more and more clear.He stared at Tang Heng closely, his gaze was like a sharp sword hanging high in the air.

This made Tang Heng feel uncomfortable.

"Come and see you." Tang Heng turned his gaze back and looked back straight, "Your condition looks really bad now. Jiang Feng, I have no other intentions, I just care about you."

Jiang Feng looked at Tang Heng's hand that was restrained by him.

"...tuck you in a quilt."

Tang Heng noticed that Jiang Feng's expression froze obviously, and couldn't help explaining: "It's just a matter of convenience."

After staring for a while, Jiang Feng let go of the shackles.He straightened up and got out of bed, "As I said, I just need to rest."

As he spoke, Jiang Feng picked up the shirt that was on the side, moving his slender fingers, and the buttons were buttoned up from bottom to top. The crisp gray-blue cloth completely wrapped his body, as if he had returned to the calm and self-made man. chief.

"How did you get in?"

Tang Heng pouted, "The door is not closed."

Jiang Feng followed his words.The bedroom door was indeed wide open, and part of the furnishings in the living room were exposed in view. The cub was already awake. At this time, his forelimbs were resting on the armrest of the sofa, and he stretched his head towards Abu who was standing there. Suddenly retreated away, and shook a few times on his own.

Tang Heng's answer to this sentence is unverifiable—Jiang Feng can't remember whether he closed the bedroom door or not; according to past habits, the answer should be yes.

Jiang Feng looked at Tang Heng again.He carefully looked at the appearance of the sentinel at this time, and then said: "This mission has indeed consumed a lot of your physical strength. If you need mental counseling, I can..."

"Jiang Feng." Tang Heng interrupted him.He turned over and sat up, looked up at Jiang Feng, "I didn't come here for those messy things. The task is just to kill a few bugs, and I have to be physically able to carry it.

"It's you, Jiang Feng. It's you who needs help."

Jiang Feng was silent.

The clothes were arranged meticulously. Under the ironed fabric, there was a male body with the same power as Tang Heng, even more slender and elegant in comparison because of the intentional body control.

Jiang Feng didn't intend to say anything more to Tang Heng on this topic.No nutrition, no meaning.

He turned around to walk out the door.

Then, his wrist was grabbed by the sentinel.

The drama not long ago was re-enacted, but the roles of the two were switched, and Jiang Feng was not in a daze.He was not prepared to tolerate this sudden suppression.

Seeing that he was about to be dragged into his arms by the sentry, a trace of disappointment that he hadn't even noticed flashed away in Jiang Feng's eyes, and then only a sharp expression remained.Jiang Feng's reaction was extremely quick. After taking a step away to increase the distance, he punched Tang Heng without any explanation.

Tang Heng never thought that Lai Jiang Feng would fight back directly for this almost joking pull.

Tang Heng was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously chose to block with his hand, but when he realized it, the two of them were already wrestling.Tang Heng wanted to explain something, but immediately sensed the guide's intention to take mind control.

Even after convincing himself hundreds of times to trust Jiang Feng, he still couldn't relax enough to calmly surrender control of his body under such circumstances. In desperation, Tang Heng could only take Jiang Feng's punch , and then stopped the guide's waist, and led him to the bed.

This bed board is definitely not soft.Jiang Feng hit it on the back and made a big "bang", which made him frown in pain.

They stopped panting.

Jiang closed his eyes.

Tang Heng opened his mouth, but was a little dumb. He paused for a moment, then let go of his hand in a panic, and stepped aside.

"I'm sorry." Tang Heng said, "I didn't..."

The guide sighed softly, and when he spoke again, his voice was very low, like a ball of cotton soaked in fatigue, "Have you had enough trouble?" Jiang Feng stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, without opening his eyes, "Yes, my current state is not good. Good; I need help; I am as utterly powerless against the Sentinels as an ordinary guide. Are you satisfied with making me admit this?"

Jiang Feng took a deep breath, "Tang Heng, I need to rest. Get out, can you? Leave me some space."

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The details of the whistle direction in this chapter are purely fabricated by the author due to the needs of the plot.