After seeing the current He Yunting, Lin Han's previous thoughts all disappeared.
- He began to wonder if he had just come to the base for the past two days and was stunned.
Probably reading He Yunting's thoughts frequently made him have a different attitude towards him, wanting to know more and explore more.
Relying that he must be different in He Yunting's place, he couldn't help but want to use this ability to explore something else.
Even if he knew about reading minds, He Yunting didn't even have the right to refuse.
He hadn't thought about whether the other party wanted to be explored by him or whether he was willing to talk to him.
People are complex creatures. Even if everyone calls for sincerity, they will not reject the roses woven by lies and falsehoods.
But He Yunting didn't know about this, and he didn't even have the chance to lie—not to mention that he was still honest, even though it was difficult for him to communicate with others.
Lin Han adjusted his breathing in the quiet air, and those irrational cells cooled down.
When he looked at He Yunting's azure blue eyes again, he finally changed back to his sober self.
He Yunting has many identities.
Some Lin Han had faced, and some Lin Han knew nothing about.
He can be someone who is clumsy when facing himself, or someone who swears loyalty to the empire under the eyes of thousands of people.
He can be someone who doesn't even know how to dance, but is eager to teach himself, or he can be a cold-faced leader on the training ground of the base.
He can have many, many possibilities.
But no matter who it is, He Yunting is He Yunting.
He doesn't need to be swayed by himself, and he doesn't have to let himself read minds. And the answer of whether you like it or not is another topic.
Lin Han silently shifted his gaze from the opponent's eyes to the wound.
I only have one thought now.
He just wanted to ask the other party whether the injury to his right shoulder still hurts.
After thinking about this level, Lin Han felt much more relaxed.
He finally returned to his former self.
Lin Han didn't go any further, and only met He Yunting with a polite social distance.
He said again: "Does it hurt?"
He Yunting's movements froze.
After putting on his shirt, he got up and put on his coat again, until he returned to the same arrogance and coldness as when he first met Lin Han, and he was arrogant and indifferent.
He didn't need anyone to know about the injury, he was still the shining man.
"It's okay." This time, He Yunting didn't directly say that it didn't hurt.
Just as Lin Han was about to say that's fine, he heard He Yunting adding: "It doesn't hurt very much. The wound has healed a lot. But the medicine has been changed, so Mr. Lin doesn't need to watch it."
This sentence conveyed another potential meaning to Lin Han. If the wound hadn't been wrapped, he could even show it to Lin Han - He Yunting seemed to want to prove to Lin Han that he really wasn't in pain.
Lin Han nodded, but his heart suddenly felt a little more guilty.
He shouldn't rashly ask questions about whether he likes it or not, and he shouldn't have those inexplicable emotions after that.
Even if he tried to use the hug from He Yunting's susceptible period as an excuse, he couldn't completely excuse himself.
Lin Han lowered his head and glanced at his hands wearing white gloves, and finally bent his eyes at He Yunting, and his brows were also dyed with the usual lightness and gentleness.
"I didn't get used to the base very well the first two days, so I'm causing you trouble," Lin Han smiled at He Yunting, "I just wanted to tell the general about this today."
He Yunting didn't seem to have expected that Lin Han was just talking about this, and said "oh" very slowly.
The relationship between the two seemed to take a step back, Lin Han would not have inexplicable emotions for an answer, and He Yunting did not continue to hold him in his arms like the susceptible period.
Lin Han thought, sure enough, crossing the line will make people lose their minds.
"The general—"
"I-"
The two spoke at the same time.
Lin Han politely asked He Yunting to speak first.
"I didn't add caramel anymore." He Yunting said with his eyes wandering.
Lin Han opened his mouth, not knowing how to reply for a moment.
He saw He Yunting's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to add something. The upper and lower lips were slightly separated, but eventually they became straight again.
But Lin Han vaguely recognized that the other party's mouth shape was "right".
Combined with He Yunting's expression at the moment, he should want to say "I'm sorry".
Lin Han felt as if his heart was being pinched again, and when he recalled those thoughts in the corridor just now, he didn't even understand where it came from.
He Yunting wanted to apologize to him.
This knowledge alone made Lin Han's face a little hot.
Lin Han hurriedly said: "It's okay - I have no other intentions. If the general likes it, you don't have to worry about it too much."
The other party listened and looked at Lin Han again.
"The base's meals are not rich." He Yunting said suddenly.
The topic changed a bit quickly, Lin Han didn't keep up, and he didn't understand why He Yunting suddenly began to criticize the base's diet. Isn't this the place he is most familiar with.
Lin Han moved his eyelashes and said truthfully, "I think it's pretty good."
He Yunting was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, his voice was obviously different from before - he seemed to want to be less cold and to be gentle.
But He Yunting hadn't laughed a few times in all these years, so he didn't know what to do at all, so what came into Lin Han's ears was a strange, yet soft, tone of voice.
His voice was very low, and he spoke at a slower pace than before: "I'm here, no. But you... can go to Lu Anhe."
"Is there a mission?"
"It's not a task." He Yunting finally managed to find a new speed of speech that was suitable for the moment, and spoke more smoothly after speaking.
He seemed to want to try to lift the corner of his lips, but he was afraid that his expression would scare Lin Han, so he could only give up in the end.
"Where Lu Anhe lives, there are a lot of snacks." He Yunting said, "You can go to him, he will give it to you."
The last time I gave you snacks, you didn't get angry again; this time, can you let me do the same trick again cunningly.
Lin Han was stunned.
It turned out that he had already seen that he had other emotions, but he still wanted to tell himself not to be angry.
This time, Lin Han didn't hesitate, with a smile in his eyes, and said sincerely, "I'm really not angry, General."
After saying goodbye to He Yunting, Lin Han's heart became more open.
Even the nutritional supplements at night became less difficult to swallow, and after two days of bed recognition, he finally got a good night's sleep.
The next day Lin Han finished washing up, and just after changing clothes and getting ready for work, there was a knock on the door.
Lu Anhe held all kinds of snacks in his hands and brought them to Lin Han with a smile: "Mr. Lin, good morning."
Lin Han looked at the thing in his hand and wanted to laugh: "The general said let me go to you to get it."
And he doesn't really like snacks that much.
Lu Anhe said, "But today the boss warned me that there are too many snacks in my room. If I don't clean up some, my money will be deducted."
His tone was very pleasant, and there was no fear at all.
Lin Han took it, thanked him, and remembered the tone of He Yunting's words yesterday, and his mood rose.
"No thanks, no thanks, I would also like to thank Mr. Lin for letting me not be punished, killing two birds with one stone." Lu Anhe, who had successfully dealt with the snacks, waved to Lin Han, "Then I'll go to the command room first, see you later."
Lin Han watched Lu Anhe go away humming a little song, put away the snacks he brought, and went out.
Instead of going to the base today, he went to the mecha library to confirm the functions of several batches.
The mecha depot and the selection base were in two directions, closer to the logistics team, and it was early in the morning. Most of the base was either in the morning training, or was dispatched to the first and second bases to coordinate the selection of pilots. The more Lin Han went. Go over there and you'll meet fewer people.
And when he was about halfway away from the mecha warehouse, Lin Han passed through the corridor and unexpectedly heard a somewhat familiar voice calling him.
"Mr. Lin from the research institute?"
Lin Han didn't expect to meet this person, because he shouldn't be here at this time.
He respectfully saluted the other party: "The general's adjutant has just left the command room. If you want to find them, you can go directly."
"Mr. Lin is very polite." Wen Tianyao said with a smile, "I came here because I was bored, and I don't need to tell too many people, that is, can Mr. Lin lead the way and go there together."
When it comes to work, Lin Han has always been a bit stubborn. He first smiled politely: "But now I'm going to the mecha warehouse..."
Wen Tianyao made an artificial "ah": "But I'm not in a hurry, I'm also curious about the mecha library. If Mr. Lin doesn't dislike me for being annoyed by the side, he can show me."
Lin Han frowned almost invisible.
He always felt weird.
Wen Tianyao said, and made a gesture of invitation to Lin Han very gentlemanly.
He also said, "The general said that Mr. Lin has a cleanliness addiction, so he doesn't need to take off his gloves."
Lin Han's heart moved.
He Yunting's injury has not yet healed, and the reason why it has become difficult to heal is also because he was placed at the prince's dinner party.
if it is possible…
Lin Han curled the corners of his lips, took off his gloves respectfully, and put his palms on—
"Nothing. It is also my honor to shake hands with His Royal Highness."
Is this the omega that He Yunting was interested in
Maybe it would be easier to start with him.
Wen Tianyao's voice sounded in Lin Han's ears.
He thought, maybe he can really help He Yunting.
The author has something to say: The next chapter will be long.
When I wrote the last chapter, I thought it was pretty smooth. I just wanted to write Han Han because I was in a mess, so I would have thoughts that didn't fit his daily behavior. As a result, the last few sentences were a little wrong. It looked a bit ooc. It has been changed. You can watch it if you are interested, it's fine if you don't
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