Admiral Troll fell asleep again, this time sitting on the dining table.
At that time, Mutt was biting what he had made contentedly, occasionally sticking out his tongue to lick the sauce when it stained the corner of his mouth. He ate very happily, as if he was eating the most delicious food in the world, although he knew that his craftsmanship was actually ordinary, and it was just a novelty.
To be honest, during the time in the palace, although the princess bullied him when she had nothing to do, instructing him to run and run without stopping, she really did not treat him badly in terms of food. Probably because he knew that he was a foodie, the meals for him were basically the same every day, and they were all carefully prepared by the imperial chef of the palace. The deliciousness was not a little bit better than his own.
But during that time, he was preoccupied, worried about the major general, and was bothered by the princess's willful behavior. No matter what kind of delicious food it was, it was tasteless to him, and he couldn't eat it at all.
Now that everything is settled, and when he returns to Ishtar, he will never think about the nutritious but really tasteless food on the flagship, and decisively went into the kitchen to tinker.
Even if his skills are mediocre, he can definitely kill the nutritious meal that tastes like paste. In the past, Admiral Troll would always frown when he saw the food he made, and sometimes he would take at least half of it with his hands, and use his actions to make him eat less. No matter how much he protested, it was useless. But this time Troll didn't say anything, just followed him silently, sat next to him, didn't say much, just watched him eat quietly.
Mute, who was stared at by those dark blue pupils, thought for a while, and shared a small portion of food with the general. The general raised his eyebrows and looked at him. He ate a little, but he didn't eat much. But in the end, Mutt finished his share, but felt that he hadn't eaten enough, and wanted to eat more. When he turned around and saw the admiral's share that had only moved a little, he thought it was not good to waste food, so he simply Just eat it yourself.
Thinking of this, he looked up and wanted to speak, but when he looked up, he saw the man sitting beside him fell asleep again.
Admiral Troll sat on a chair, propped his side cheek on the table with one hand, and faced his direction.
The pitch-black hair was already dry, without traces of moisture, and it was more like silky velvet satin, sliding down her fair cheeks. The man closed his eyes, his slender eyelashes cast light shadows on his cheeks, and his lips, which were usually pursed thinly, were slightly parted at this moment, exhaling a slight breath.
fell asleep again.
Mute lay on the table and stared at that pretty face, but didn't want to reach out to touch it this time. If he reached out to touch it, the general would probably wake up again.
Could it be that this person hasn't slept at all during this time
Although his eyes were sharp and energetic when he was awake, but at this moment in light sleep, the corners of his closed eyes leaked a little tiredness, which was something Mute had never seen in this man.
He looked at the man's breath when he breathed, he looked at the corners of the man's eyes stretched out, he looked at the man's falling hair, he thought he finally understood the feeling of his whole chest becoming soft when looking at a person . The corners of his lips raised involuntarily, just sitting here like this, looking at this man's sleeping face, his heart seemed to soften.
Just like he was just sitting here eating, this man also wanted to sit by and watch him.
While it is powerful to be able to fall asleep while sitting, it is ultimately uncomfortable.
Mute tilted his head and thought for a while, looked at the admiral's tall and extremely muscular figure, and then looked at himself... It is probably impossible for the princess to hold something in her lifetime.
However, he also has his way.
The young man stood up, a blue flame was ignited in his pupils, the tiny flame flickered, and a very faint light blue streamer that was almost invisible to the naked eye flowed from his side to Admiral Troll's side, The body of the admiral who was in a light sleep was gently lifted up and floated in the air.
It worked.
Mutt himself was a little surprised.
Ga's power is the materialization of spiritual power. Noah once said that because Troll's mental power is also extremely powerful, it is difficult for Ga's power to have any effect on it. But now this man's mental strength was slightly reduced due to deep sleep, and most importantly, the general was defenseless against him, so he was able to successfully use Jia's power to float his body.
Mute thought for a while, let the admiral float in the air for a while, and let the admiral's body fall directly on the sofa next to him. After all, the bedroom is far away, and the door needs to be opened. It would be bad if the admiral was awakened by a loud noise.
He stood by the sofa, leaned over to look at the admiral for a while, trying to make sure if the admiral was still asleep, but just as he approached, he heard the admiral hum in a low voice, turned his body, and subconsciously screened. He stopped breathing and didn't dare to move.
However, the general seemed to have just turned his lower body slightly in a light sleep, from lying on his back to lying on his side, his jet-black hair slid down the soft armrest of the sofa, half of his cheek sunk in, his thin face The lips were pursed lightly, and looking down from Mute's bent angle, the eyebrows and eyes were more delicate and picturesque.
Especially those slender eyelashes, like cattail fan, it makes people itch when they move slightly.
The boy suddenly remembered that Admiral Troll seemed to like kissing the corners of his eyes, and also liked the touch of his eyelashes brushing his lips when he blinked—how did it feel
He squatted by the sofa and thought about it, and then looked at the admiral's long eyelashes, his heart itched more and more out of curiosity.
Mutt looked at the general carefully, and confirmed that the general did not wake up for a while, and then he looked around like a thief—even though he knew that there was no one in this room, but the boy was guilty of guilt—then, he Taking a deep breath, holding his breath, he carefully leaned closer to his face.
The man has a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes. Although they are fierce when they are opened, they are also very good-looking. Now when they are closed, the corners of the eyes are also slightly raised.
The young man was a little nervous. Although he took the initiative to kiss the admiral, the number of times was not many. At most, he kissed the cheek, and he was usually teased by the admiral. He had never done this kind of behavior equivalent to stealing a kiss. For a moment, I could feel my heart beating a lot faster.
Holding his breath, Mutt's lips moved in carefully, and kissed the corners of Troll's eyes, as if a dragonfly had touched the water, and when he touched it, it bounced away like an electric shock.
He himself couldn't even feel whether he just kissed the admiral's soft eyelashes or touched the corner of the admiral's eyes.
However, just such an imperceptible touch made him feel that his cheeks were scorching hot, and his squatting body screamed and stood up and was about to leave—just as he took a step in panic, he felt that his movements were too big It is easy to disturb people, so the next step becomes much lighter.
He left the sofa softly, then cleaned up the leftovers on the table with as light a movement as possible, and went into the kitchen with the plates in his arms.
The boy didn't see, when he slipped into the kitchen, behind him, the admiral who was sleeping on the sofa suddenly opened his eyes.
The long and narrow phoenix eyes looked at Mute's back, and the dark blue pupils reflected the light, as if they were shining slightly, and there was a hint of indulgence in those eyes.
He rubbed the corners of his eyes.
Not so much.
he thinks.
As the target of the sneak attack, he naturally had the most say. Mute's lips just touched his eyelashes and then left without really falling down at all.
As he thought about it, he closed his eyes again. Although the boy was in the kitchen, with his extremely keen hearing, he could vaguely hear the boy's steady breathing, as well as the slight sound of dishes coming from the kitchen. The sound of collision, for some reason, makes people feel unusually at ease.
He thought that was probably the reason why he unconsciously fell into light sleep twice in a short period of time.
…
Casually throwing the dinner plate to the brain in the kitchen for processing, Mute stepped out and took a look at the sofa. The man on the sofa was naturally still asleep. The temperature in the room is very good, neither cold nor hot, so there is no need to cover the quilt. Covering the quilt may wake people up.
The boy hesitated for a moment, then sat down on the single sofa next to the couch where the admiral was lying. The one-seater sofa was huge. He sat in it, bent his knees and stepped on the sofa surface, sinking deeply into the soft sofa. He nestled in the sofa like this, pressed the button on the side of the armrest, a light curtain appeared in front of him, and at the same time, a faint light extended from the light curtain and penetrated into his ears, and the sound Only he can hear it. He randomly clicked on the light curtain a few times, chose a boring and old-fashioned entertainment program in his opinion, and just watched it. The entertainment program was very boring, but he still watched it with gusto.
He nestled lazily on the sofa, his whole body was wrapped by the soft sofa, the reassuring man was sleeping peacefully beside him, and when he turned his head, he could see the man's face.
Look at the beauty of the admiral, and then look at the so-called interstellar male and female stars who are popular in the universe in the entertainment program on the light curtain...
Well, none of the generals look good.
The boy thought so, and was satisfied.
The years are quiet, and this moment of peace may be forever.
In the middle of the night, with a calm mood and a full meal, sleepiness hit him in a trance, and the boy just tilted his head and fell asleep. The light that reached into his ears slowly disappeared after he fell asleep, and the light curtain in front of him also stopped playing the program and disappeared into the air.
He just crouched on the soft sofa, sleeping soundly.
Not long after he fell asleep, the man who seemed to have been sleeping quietly opened his eyes.
Admiral Troll sat up, raised his hand, his bony fingers penetrated into the thick black hair, and lifted back the forehead hair that blocked his view, revealing half of his fair forehead.
The man looked at the young man nestled on the sofa, and slightly lowered his sword eyebrows, as if a little dissatisfied.
He was still waiting for the kid to continue to sneak up on him while he was sleeping, but he just fell asleep on his own, watching some entertainment program... Tsk, those so-called interstellar stars can be as good as him
Admiral Troll thought so, got up and walked over, and easily hugged the child horizontally.
The long and narrow phoenix eyes glanced at the door of the bedroom, and he pondered for a second. He didn't go to the bedroom, but walked back to the sofa he was lying on just now, and lay down again.
Although the sofa in the Admiral's hall is high-grade, soft and spacious, it is obviously too narrow for two people to lie on. Therefore, it is very natural that the Admiral lay on the sofa, hugged the deeply asleep boy in his arms, and let him lie down. on himself.
He didn't have the admiral's keen sense at all, and the nervous Mutt didn't notice that he had changed his place at all, and continued to sleep on his own. He just moved on the admiral's chest and adjusted into a more comfortable position.
As soon as Mutt moved, the admiral naturally looked down.
The boy lay on his side slightly, because he had changed into a comfortable short-sleeved top after taking a shower, the neckline was unusually wide, because one side of the neckline slid down when he moved just now, exposing Mute's small shoulder.
The boy's skin was not as white as Troll's, but it was smooth and tender, as delicate as a baby's. The loose clothes were empty, and looking down the boy's slender neck, he could see a small half of his chest.
Also, there is a little pink looming on the white chest under the soft fabric...
The young general's throat moved, as if swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
He forcibly moved his eyes away from staring at the collar of the empty jacket for a long time, then took a deep breath, and frowned, as if he was suppressing something.
Forcing himself to close his eyes, and hugged the person in his arms tightly, the admiral tried his best to let himself fall into sleep... Although the little pink on the fair skin in his mind could not be lingered.
...
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When the morning just came, Colonel Via had already arrived at the door of his boss.
The door opened, and he walked into the living room. When he looked up, the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching.
Admiral Troll was lying sideways on the sofa, and he seemed to have slept there last night, and the admiral's left arm was still holding the black-haired boy, who was nestled in his arms, sleeping soundly Very heavy.
The admiral was already awake, otherwise he would not have opened the door to let him in. At this moment, he was leaning on the side of the sofa, holding the person in his arms tightly with his left hand, and glanced at him with his slender eyes.
Before Via had time to speak, he saw the admiral raised his right hand, put his index finger on his lips, and made a soft gesture to him.
When the colonel was about to say it out loud, his throat suddenly got stuck, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
He and his boss looked at each other for a few seconds, watching the boss lower his head to look at the boy in his arms, his eyes looked so doting to the extreme... The corners of his eyes twitched, and finally he could only sigh, lowered his volume and whispered Speak up.
"Your Excellency, General, escort Robin over there..."
When Via reported, Troll lowered his eyes slightly, his eyelashes were half covered, he put his arms around the person in his arms, and gently stroked the black hair of the sleeping boy in his arms with his right hand.
But the room was too quiet, so even though Via lowered her voice as much as possible, there was still noise in this quiet room. Coupled with the movement of the general stroking his hair, Mute, who had been asleep for a long time, woke up in a daze.
He was not fully awake, but still half awake and half asleep. When he looked up, he met Troll's eyes looking down at him.
The admiral looked at him, his dark blue pupils shone slightly, as if streamers were flowing on the edge of the iris of the pupils, and the fine eyelashes covered them.
The drowsy teenager suddenly remembered what he did before falling asleep.
Did you arrive at that time
It seems not.
He thought in a daze.
I always feel unsatisfied.
he thinks.
Anyway, now it’s just a dream, so do whatever you want—
Thinking so, the young man stretched out his hand, put his arms around the general who was looking at him, pulled his head off, leaned up to him, and kissed those fine eyelashes and beautiful blue eyes with one mouthful.
After the kiss, he let go of his hand a little bit, looking up and down with sleepy eyes the admiral's face that was very close to him which was pulled down by him.
Well, my man is so pretty.
Mutt, who hugged Admiral Troll and kissed him, thought cheerfully, and continued to sleep contentedly while holding the admiral in his arms, completely treating this incident as a dream.
Admiral Troll: "..."
Colonel Via: "..."
"Via."
"Yes."
"Continue to report."
"… Yes."
The blue-haired colonel replied blankly.