Mutt gambled on the man's dignity and vowed to soak until the young emperor's actions lasted for three days, but ended without a problem.
reason
Hehe, his character design is because he deeply loves a certain major general who died in battle, so much love that he would rather leave his companions and stay in the human world just to cherish the memory of his lover.
Well, now that the bones of his "loved lover" are still cold, he can't wait to go to the boss of the "lover"... No matter how it looks, it doesn't look right, maybe Troll will think that he might be a spy specially arranged by Jia What.
Forget it, for the next two months, he should just stay in peace.
Thinking about it this way, he began to regret not agreeing to Robin's initial proposal. The major general told him to leave Ishtar directly... It's not because he was too busy with work, but, in the past, the major general always took Focus on him, always stick to him, look at him softly, and smile at him. He was used to such a major general, so Mutt was not used to this major general who now regarded him as a stranger.
Especially at night, he is used to being embraced by Trol's arms and falling asleep, he is used to nesting in the major general's arms and listening to the sound of his heart beating deep in the other's chest, and he gradually falls asleep, and he is used to seeing the picture no matter what he looks at when he opens his eyes. The beauty of the prosperous age that has been palpitating for a long time-now, he is lying alone in the cold single room, on the narrow metal bed, alone, his chest is a little cramped for some reason, and he can only fall asleep after tossing and turning all night , severe insomnia.
It was okay when I was not busy a few days ago, and it was barely passable when I took time to catch up on sleep during the day. But these two days were so busy that the sky was dark and the sky was dark, and he suffered from insomnia at night, so he immediately had obvious dark circles under his eyes.
In this way, there is no need for him to take the initiative to perform, and everyone can see his tired and haggard appearance.
"Although you should really put on a show in front of the BOSS, but you're pretending too much... It's almost like a real lovelorn."
After being slapped for half a night in his room as a human ball, Robin, whose bruises hadn't disappeared yet, stared at Mutt and clicked his tongue, and finally couldn't help but speak.
Mutt glanced at him expressionlessly.
"What's the difference between me now and being broken in love?"
"...that makes sense."
Someone who was the culprit ran away decisively.
Mute didn't bother to talk to him, rubbed his slightly swollen head, and sighed. Now he doesn't expect anything else, he just hopes that Troll's mental body can adjust itself as soon as possible and recover soon... If he can't recover in a month, he feels that he will really make a mistake on purpose and be kicked out of Ishtar .
After all, such a white, beautiful and long-legged living person dangles in front of his eyes every day. He can see it but can't touch it. He used to be able to touch the beauty of the prosperous age without any problems, and he also has a super good hand feeling. Eight-pack abs and a narrow waist, he can't even touch it now, he is also very aggrieved, okay
Someone who used to be tossed to death on the bed and prayed every day for His Majesty to be ascetic as possible—now, for the first time since birth, he has experienced what it feels like to be dissatisfied with desire.
Rather than being so greedy for beauty every day, it's better to stay away from beauty, out of sight and out of mind.
and many more.
Realizing that he was dissatisfied with something, the young man held his forehead in despair.
Is this the rhythm of his dissatisfaction to the point where he begins to evolve into a hooligan
Mute felt that, otherwise, he would make a mistake on purpose and be kicked out of Ishtar earlier, so that he could stay away from beauty and retain some of his little integrity.
"Mute."
Just when the young man was lamenting the loss of his integrity and touching his forehead in pain, a cold and familiar voice came, interrupting his cranky thoughts in an instant.
He turned around reflexively and stood at attention.
"Yes!"
The black-haired emperor came over and handed him a transparent special material information board.
"Send it to the Monitoring and Information Department..."
He stopped suddenly in the middle of his speech. Mute just took the transparent information board in his hand, and stretched out a hand, his bony fingers pinched his chin, and raised his head.
The long and narrow phoenix eyes stared at his face, and Troll frowned slightly.
Mutben was still a little astonished. As soon as his face was raised, his eyes subconsciously moved up, and naturally fell on Troll's slightly pursed lips.
A kind of cold light red, thin lips, when the lip line is drawn up, it looks quite sharp, but the rawness gives people a very sexy feeling.
As soon as his gaze fell on that lip, the image of the lip biting his own lip countless times flashed through the boy's mind, and, again and again, the sexy and deep voice pierced through the eardrum, and the tip of the tongue licked the tip of his ear. The touch when he collapsed to the point of crying.
Suffocating for breath, Mutt quickly moved his gaze down to dispel the discordant images in his mind. However, as soon as he moved his gaze, he naturally fell on Troll's neck.
Troll's black-and-gold-patterned neckline was tightly fastened upright as always, and the jet-black hair tips were scattered in, giving people a strong sense of abstinence, which made people dare not make mistakes. But Mute knew very well that there was an extremely sensitive spot on the major general's tightly covered neck near the neck fossa. Just a light bite would tighten the major general's entire shoulder muscles.
He once tried to bite it desperately, and the tragic consequences... don't worry about it.
Etc., etc-
What is going on with him now, why is his mind full of disharmony
So is it still unsatisfactory
Realizing that something was wrong with him, the teenager felt like crying.
no no no! Definitely not his problem!
It is definitely the major general's fault that he has become so impure now!
absolute!
Mute, who felt inexplicably sad and angry, couldn't hold it back, and showed a little bit of that grief. Against the obvious bruises under his eyes, he perfectly expressed the silent sadness of a person who lost his partner.
That's right, Troll, who was staring at him at the moment, clearly saw his haggard appearance because of remembering his dead lover.
Troll frowned, let go of the hand pinching the boy's chin, and pulled the transparent information board out of Mute's hand. Before Mute could react, Troll walked forward and passed Mute.
Then, when he walked behind Mutt, he raised his hand and grabbed Mutt's back collar, and shook it hard. With a snap, Mute, who was caught off guard, was thrown onto the sofa by Troll's back collar.
The boy who was thrown on the sofa lay on the sofa, looking at Troll standing in front of him with a dazed expression, his mind was full of '? ? ? '.
Troll checked the time.
"I'll give you two hours to adjust your physical condition."
As he spoke, he called for someone to come in and asked the soldier to send the information board over.
Mute: "..."
Do you mean let me sleep here for two hours
He just lay there, staring dryly at Troll who sat down on the single sofa next to him and turned on the projection light curtain to look at something.
After Troll threw him on the sofa, he ignored him and dealt with affairs on his own.
Mutt was lying on his side, but he didn't feel sleepy, and instinctively turned his gaze to Troll who was sitting quietly beside him again. Troll was sitting while he was lying down, so his eyes naturally fell on the man's long overlapping legs.
The dark military trousers wrapped the overlapping thighs, slightly taut, vaguely outlining the traces of the full and powerful muscles.
Mute stared at those long legs for a while, and couldn't help but feel aggrieved—because in the past, the major general would put his arms around him and let him sleep on his lap, and he didn't want to return it. no.
As a result, now he wants to sleep on other people's thighs, and he can't sleep anymore.
Snorting unhappily in his heart, Mute simply turned over and turned his back to Troll, out of sight and out of mind, closing his eyes and trying hard to fall asleep.
When he started staring at Troll, Troll ignored him completely. Now, as soon as he turned around and turned his back, Mo Lan's long and narrow phoenix eyes glanced over.
His eyes were flat, showing no emotion.
Troll's sense is very keen, and he can naturally feel that the boy has been staring at him.
The young man stared at him blankly, his eyes were very complicated, as if there were many emotions mixed in it, in which there seemed to be sadness, but also passion, a bit of attachment, and a kind of child-like grievance.
He recalled that day when the boy was half awake and half asleep, and when he saw him, he stuck to him and coquettishly called Major General, and his pair of black pupils that instantly lit up like shining stars when he saw him.
… Is the boy's deceased lover similar in size to him
Troll thought so.
At this moment, the boy looked at him, what was he thinking? Is it through this similar silhouette of myself... remembering the lover who can no longer be touched
He thought of the face with thick bruises under his eyes just now, the face that was still a bit childish was full of exhaustion, and the sad breath came out faintly from those dark eyes, and his shadow was in Those sad eyes are hazy and can't see clearly...
If this continues, this weak young man will soon collapse due to exhaustion.
...
Just when Mutt closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, suddenly a cold and clear voice came from behind.
"If you continue like this, you won't last long."
ha
Mut, who suddenly heard such a sentence, got up inexplicably, and turned to look at Troll.
His eyes had just opened from being half awake and half asleep, with a little sleepiness on the verge of falling asleep, and a layer of mist covered the dark pupils, making them appear hazy.
He just sat on his knees like this, tilting his head slightly and innocently looking at Troll who made him sleep and woke him up with dim eyes.
But from Troll's point of view, what he saw was the young man standing up and sitting there, quietly, with misty black eyes looking at him confusedly and helplessly, looking extremely fragile.
For some reason, that vulnerable and helpless appearance really made people feel uneasy. So, after a little pondering, Troll spoke.
"It is an unchangeable fact that your partner passed away. Presumably, he doesn't want you to go down to accompany him."
"..."
Mutt blinked.
"No." He replied honestly, "My one probably wants me to go down with him."
"… what?"
"He once said that if he is going to die, he must kill me first and let me die with him."
Mutt said that he didn't lie, that's what the major general who felt that he was about to die on Earth told him so.
And it's not just talk, at that time, the major general really planned to kill him.
Troll frowned, and his dark blue eyes instantly cooled down.
"You're looking at this kind of stupid guy?"
Mute: "..."
Major General, can you scold yourself like that