After This Battle, Go Home and Get Married

Yan Xueshan blushed, he snorted softly, and said disdainfully, "How could I get drunk after eating sweet wine?"

But the tone of his speech was soft and soft, making Arthur's bones brittle when he heard it.

Arthur never knew how much Yanxueshan could drink.

Because of all the banquets, Yan Xueshan either didn't participate, and he never drank alcohol, which meant that his hand with the sniper rifle would be unstable after drinking.

Yan Xueshan was as cold as ice, and no one could persuade him to drink.

Arthur did not expect that Yan Xueshan's alcohol intake was so light that the drunk master was as obedient as a child, snuggling in his arms.

Sitting on his lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and leaning on his shoulders, this is the kind of closeness that he has never had before... As if all the cold precautions were taken away, the body temperature of Yan Xueshan's whole body is higher than that of him. Usually it's hotter, hands, feet and cheeks are scalding hot, as if to melt into his arms and melt into it quietly.

Right now, the Yanxue Mountain in his arms can almost be called a pick by Ren Jun.

Arthur couldn't help but heat up. His sweet and greasy pheromones almost filled the whole room. When Yan Xueshan was awake, he coaxed and cheated. .

Mainly because he was afraid that if he moved, he would not be able to bear it any longer.

Yan Xueshan regarded him as a human-shaped stool, adjusted a comfortable position in his arms, sat for a while, moved a little, sat for a while, and moved again.

For some reason, he became a talker, and for the first time in his life, he said a lot to him:

"Your chest muscles are well trained. It's really comfortable and elastic to lean on."

"I still remember when I first met you, you weren't this tall, you were only 19 years old, right? You actually grew a lot later. It's good."

"To be honest, at first I thought you would die the next day, but you laughed like a fool. I didn't expect you to live to the end."

"Why on earth do you want to marry me? I've been thinking about this."

"I've known you for six years, and recently I found out that I don't seem to know you very well. Do you want to marry me, do you have any political purpose? Or do you want to coax me back to use your armor with you?"

Hearing this, Arthur couldn't listen anymore, and said angrily: "There is no political purpose."

"I want to marry you just because I love you, I just want to marry you, I want you to have me."

Yan Xueshan was dizzy and said seriously: "I don't agree with what you said, everyone is independent, and it shouldn't be said who owns who."

"You might as well try to coax me back to turn on the armor."

"I really like to use your armor with you. It makes me feel mentally comfortable, much more comfortable than having **** with you."

Arthur: "…"

Is the master complimenting him? Or damage him?

He hugged Arthur all over, put his chin on Arthur's shoulder, tilted his head, and said, "I miss Artemis so much, I miss her so much."

Arthur knew he couldn't listen, so he said to himself, "Don't you miss me?"

As he spoke, he turned around, leaned his back against Arthur's chest, clenched his fingers, and began to count, "In my heart, you are number six. I'll count for you."

"First, my homeland, the Galactic Federation. Second, my parents. Third, my adoptive father. Fourth, Artemis. Sixth!—you."

Arthur chuckled softly.

Yan Xueshan raised his face back, looked at his chin, and asked, "Aren't you curious who the fifth is?"

Arthur answered confidently: "It's a sniper rifle."

Yan Xueshan read: "Wow, you are so smart."

So cute.

Arthur took a deep breath, pressed down the idea that he wanted to press Yan Xueshan on the sofa now, and said, "Master, get up, you can go to sleep for a while. You are really drunk."

Yan Xueshan was dissatisfied: "Don't be arguing, I haven't finished speaking yet."

Arthur said with a smile, "Okay, you say. I'll listen."

Yan Xueshan turned around again, put both hands on his shoulders, sat up as straight as possible, looked directly at him, his breath was hot, dyed with the aroma of sweet wine:

"Arthur, are you really going to marry me? Even if I'm mentally handicapped?"

"Even if I never fall in love with you in my life, do you want to marry me?"

The voice fell softly.

Arthur couldn't help laughing.

The night has been silent.

Arthur stared at him, the bottom of his eyes was as gentle as still water, deep enough to **** people's souls in, and said very seriously: "Well, I still want to marry you."

"Even if you don't love me as much as I love you, I want to marry you."

Yan Xueshan looked at him vaguely, and commented, "...Fool."

Arthur said, "That's your fool."

He urged again, as if he was avoiding something: "Don't talk about it, Master, go to bed. It is estimated that when you wake up tomorrow, you will forget all about it."

Yan Xueshan was unhappy. He stood on Arthur's lap, straightened his upper body, bent over, looked down at Arthur, and patted Arthur's face: "Why do you keep urging me to sleep? It's annoying."

Arthur suddenly became uncontrollable and irritable, with a ferocious breath. He straightened up, his shadow covering Yan Xueshan, as thick as black ink: "Master, go to bed. If you don't go to sleep, I can't guarantee me. What will it do to you."

Yan Xueshan didn't ask him what to do, he understood in his heart.

Arthur didn't say anything.

The two of them looked at each other, like tiny sparks beating, their eyes gradually ignited, and they were like silk threads, twisted and intertwined.

Arthur quietly raised his head and approached, as if offering himself up, begging Yanxueshan to give him a kiss.

His thin and narrow limbs wrapped around Yan Xueshan with one hand also along the thin back, fingers folded, climbed up to the back of the neck, held it gently, and stroked with the pulp of the thumb.

Yan Xueshan didn't know what was going on with him. He was drunk, so he softened and kissed Arthur softly.

Go further than last time.

Even more affectionate than the first time.

The clothes of the two fell all the way from the dining table to the bedside in the bedroom.

The flowers on the branches outside the window are covered with night dew, shaking in the swift and gentle wind, wanting to fall, trembling.

Yan Xueshan was in a daze, vaguely knowing what was going on.

But the alcohol made his body weird, melting.

He was going to grab Arthur's hand.

But Arthur grabbed his hand instantly, his fingers intertwined.

Yan Xueshan's voice was smashed into pieces and shaky: "...Why am I being weeded again?"

Arthur asked, "Are you comfortable? Master. Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Yan Xueshan felt that it was difficult to think, and his brain was heating up, and he said, "I don't know...the bed is too soft..."

Too soft.

Let him be trapped in it, unable to resist.

Arthur picked him up: "Then you grab my back."

After that, Yan Xueshan was a little embarrassed to recall.

Especially when we came together the next morning, I saw several reddish scratches on Arthur's back.

—He knew it was all he caught.

Not because of pain.

It's because of a...weird feeling. He can't describe it. People's consciousness is very confusing.

when washing.

Arthur was **** and took a selfie of his back in the mirror.

Click, click, keep shooting.

Yan Xueshan: "What are you doing?"

Arthur: "I want to show it off to people."

Yan Xueshan: "?"

Yan Xueshan lowered his head, frowned for a while, and said solemnly, "No."

Arthur: "Haha, I'm joking."

He laughed dryly, but Yan Xueshan ignored him at all.

Yan Xueshan changed into a dark green overalls, waterproof military boots, and hemp gloves.

The overalls are well-cut, and they look like military uniforms without military badges on Yan Xueshan. So handsome that Arthur couldn't help but look at them, and said, "On the first day of class, I shouldn't be in the field."

Yan Xueshan: "Convenient."

Arthur was stunned for a while, and then asked, "...Master, are you okay? Does it still hurt?"

Yan Xueshan: "It's fine."

Arthur was afraid he would be uncomfortable.

But last night, he was working so hard, Yan Xueshan seemed to be fine, and he was in a delicate mood.

So cool.

Although Yan Xueshan had always been indifferent to him, but today he was too indifferent, and the spring water that had melted in his arms overnight turned back into ice.

colder than before.

"boom."

Close the door.

Yan Xueshan left without looking back, and did not even say goodbye to him.

Yan Xueshan remembered what happened last night.

all.