Whistle To the Earth, You Guys Really Know How To Play

After all the Legion matches, it is already midnight to return to Ophiuchus.

The European-style wooden door was pushed open, Morris loosened the elastic neckline with one hand, and there was a trace of fatigue on his face.

Genn followed the attendant and walked in behind.

Genn turned his back to them and said, "You go out."

There was no clear indication of who it was, but the attendant just felt that he was talking about himself. He bowed his head and said "yes" and took the door out.

Gern stood there and did not move easily, watching Morris carrying him off his uniform jacket and throwing it on the sofa, then walked to the desk and turned on the lamp, as if he was planning to continue his official duties?

The warm yellow light in the room seemed a little dim at night, so that only the desk lamp illuminated the area brightly, and half of Morris' figure was in the dim.

He was very relaxed, Guern thought. From his back, he could see that although he was tired, his whole state was relaxed. The fingers of the white gloves were long and strong, and the fingertips seemed to be shining with white shimmer.

Morris spoke lazily: "Go ahead, your terms."

But behind him I heard Gern say: "Any conditions are okay?"

"Heh..." Morris let out a sneer from his nose. He thought it was a special one, but it turned out to be nothing more than that. Do you want to get promoted or get rich? If he dares to speak loudly, he doesn't mind sending him back to the poor star.

"You can mention it, but it's my right to honor it." Morris glanced at him and looked away.

Gern moved his throat with this look, and the scourge hidden in his eyes seemed to be overwhelming.

He walked towards him step by step.

"Then...is this okay?"

The hoarse, suppressed voice was close at hand, and the moment Morris opened his eyes, the lower jaw was gently pinched and lifted, two soft and warm petals covering his cold lips.

Morris's gray-blue pupils looked at him unblinkingly. There was no resistance or discomfort under his eyes, but rather... curious?

The two had their lips pressed together and their eyes looked at each other, and Morris suddenly stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked him, as if to test something.

Eun’s eyes darkened, and he pressed him forward with one hand around his waist, and the other hand around his waist to prop up on the desk, encircling Morris in his arms, and pressing his lips and tongue **** him. He searched for the sweet body fluid in his mouth, teased his tongue as best as he could, and blurred the eyes of the kiss.

"Boom" with a sound.

Only the close-fitting lips part.

The two panted slightly.

Gunn looked at Morris, his mouth raised slightly, "This is my condition."

After that, he wanted to let go of him, but his hands hooked the back of his neck.

Morris licked the corner of his mouth and approached him, exhaling, "Not enough."

Guern felt like he was bewildered, and leaned forward to grab his lips fiercely...

Later, as a matter of course, Gern had "conditions" every day. With the accumulation of military service, he was promoted as an adjutant. Not only did he have to take care of his official business, but also his personal "life needs". He could be said to be a very competent adjutant. .

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Morris woke up in a sense of suffocation. He opened his eyes, surrounded by a viscous nutrient solution, and he had breathing equipment in his mouth and nose.

Yes, he remembered that he was injured on the battlefield and almost was blown into two pieces without notice.

He looked at the soldier on the side and tapped his finger on the bulkhead.

Buckle buckle.

The soldier reacted immediately, "Marshal! You are awake!"

Morris pointed to the switch of the nutrition compartment and motioned him to take out the nutrient solution and want to come out by himself.

The soldier said distressedly: "Marshal, your injury is not completely healed."

Morris expressed his impatience with an expression.

The soldier swallowed. Although the Marshal was injured, he still had the remaining prestige. He silently pressed the button to draw out the nutrient solution.

Morris took off the breathing device from his nose and mouth, and tried to breathe deeply, but his chest was still aching between breaths and breaths.

He asked strenuously: "Where is Gern?"

He remembers that someone had released him the last time he woke up.

The soldier yelled: "He was ordered by Prince Berg to be imprisoned."

Morris struggled to get up, "Where?"

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In the pure white single-person cell, everything is needed for daily life.

Genn was sitting on the edge of the bed in his prison uniform and reading, but he looked absent-minded, and from time to time he raised his eyes to look out of the small window.

When Morris was injured, he was still locked up in an underground cell in the military port. Later, he took a look at him and was confined here by Prince Berg taking advantage of Morris's coma.

Except for a small window to know the changes of the sun, moon and stars outside, no news from the outside world is known.

Is Morris getting better? Wake up? How is their baby?

"Hey..." He sighed with his head down.

With a click, the cell door was opened.

"Morris." The book in Gunn's hand fell to the ground, ignoring that other people were there, and he rushed forward and hugged him into his arms, holding him tightly as if to crush him.

"Ahem..." Morris frowned and coughed a few times with a bit of pain, and cast a glance at the soldier who opened the door next to him.

The soldier was very discerning and took the door and went out.

Hearing him coughing, Genn quickly let go of him and looked at people up and down carefully.

He lifted his clothes and checked the wound on his waist. The huge wound had healed, and the red new tender flesh was very obvious, enough to imagine how serious the injury was.

Gern frowned and picked up the man and put it on his shop, and said furiously: "You haven't been injured yet, what are you running around!"

The man was gentle for a moment, and he started to be aggressive again just after meeting, Morris flicked his face and turned to ignore him.

Genn didn't pay attention at all, but pulled the quilt and wrapped the people into a zongzi, and then he calmed down. He found that Morris closed his eyes and didn't mean to care about him. Of course, he knew that he was having trouble with his old husband and wife for so many years. NS.

Amusingly asked: "What is your anger?"

Morris still ignored him, his pale thin lips pressed tightly in a cold gesture.

Gern laughed, leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth distressedly, "Does it hurt, huh?"

Morris asked himself that although he was a bit awkward, he was definitely not someone who would be hypocritical because of the pain of the wound. How many years he had been in the battlefield with guns and bullets, but at this moment, he felt a bit wronged because of a word from Gern.

Just as his heart softened a little, Guern's next sentence made him black again.

"You tell me why you are so awkward?" Gunn's face was pressed to his forehead. "Does anyone else know that the great Marshal Morris of the empire is such a tricky person? If you don't shut me up , As long as I'm by your side, I won't let you suffer such severe injuries."

Morris opened his mouth and uttered three words with difficulty: "Pretending to be." With that, he broke free of the quilt and sat on the edge of the bed without looking at him.

Gunn was stunned, only to feel that something was wrong with Morris today.

"I'm here today... to confront you." There was no joking expression in Morris' eyes, only total seriousness.

He really came to confront each other.

Gern also put away his expression: "Then you ask."

"I'm asking you." Morris organized the language and asked from the first doubt: "Did you know my identity from the beginning?"

There was no evasion in Guern's eyes, and he answered without hesitation: "Yes."

Gern continued: “Although the Sigma area is very chaotic and the communication equipment is not complete, it does not hinder the spread of paper media. I was fortunate to spend 5 amethyst coins to buy the latest newspaper of the day, the largest length. It's your picture, the youngest general of the Slan Empire, the national male god, huh..."

When Genn said this, there was a little nostalgia in his eyes, and he smiled softly. Maybe he was tempted by him at that time?

Morris' eyes darkened a bit.

"That fine-tailed silver snake wasn't there by accident, did it?"

Gunn thought about it for a while before remembering what he said.

The venomous fine-tailed silver snake was picked up by Oman on a garbage star that did not grow. At that time, it was still an egg. The garbage star was not the environment where the fine-tailed silver snake grew. It should have been thrown away as garbage by accident. Raised by Oman and grew up.

The area that Morris traced that day happened to be his and Aman’s temporary residence. The powerful threat of Morris’ body made the Silver Snake unable to help but attack first. There was no time to stop it, and Gern had to block it by himself. , Let Morris take him back to the army.

It was not accidental, so he replied: "Well, it was not accidental."

After hearing this, Morris said in a very calm tone: "So you deliberately approached me from the beginning, joined my legion, and seduce me? Just to use my power to find out information about the earth and find a way back?"

Genn had already heard something wrong at this time, and his heart was a little angry, word by word, as if broken and spit out from between his teeth: "That's how you misunderstood our relationship?"

Gunn looked at Morris, thinking it was a big fight next, who knew Morris didn't play his cards according to common sense.

"you made it."

Gern was taken aback: "What?"

"I said," Morris' eyes suddenly overflowed with a smile, and at that moment, the brilliance was dazzling, "you successfully seduce me."

Genn was still immersed in the misunderstanding of feelings and did not heal, suddenly he was overwhelmed on the bed, his lips were kissed passionately.

After a long time, Morris rubbed his nose and said, "You look so good."

Gern laughed and rubbed his straight nose back: "It's not as good as you."

The author has something to say: the full text will be over tomorrow, and the car will be filled with cough, so you can find it yourself.

ps, these days, we will set the alarm clock at 2 in the morning to catch the popular tags. By the way, it is not an update in the early morning~

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