Before Qi Yan could react, Lu Fenghan's familiar breath swept over him, filling every wisp of air around him and his lips and teeth.
It was too sudden.
Lu Fenghan's actions were clearly invasive and unyielding, but his movements were gentle. The warmth from his breath and body temperature awakened countless sensitive nerve endings, causing even his fingertips and cerebral cortex to feel tingling and numb at the same time.
Deprived of oxygen, Qi Yan began to feel dizzy, and his legs became weak, but he was trapped between the wall and his chest by Lu Fenghan, so he had to hold on to Lu Fenghan's clothes and barely keep standing.
In the room, besides the white noise produced by the operation of the starship, the breathing sounds of the two people were entangled together, becoming heavier and heavier, until the other's teeth rubbed across his lower lip. Qi Yan uttered a low sound in slight pain, and Lu Fenghan suddenly stopped.
He placed his palm on Qi Yan's waist, put his forehead against hers, and gently rubbed Qi Yan's nose: "Do you feel it?"
Lu Fenghan's voice was hoarse, with some indescribable sexiness. The breath that leaked out when he spoke had not yet calmed down, and it all hit Qi Yan's eardrums.
Qi Yan tried to make a sound, only to find that his voice was exactly the same as Lu Fenghan's, "It's real."
It is not fiction, not imagination, everything is real.
Lu Fenghan rubbed Qi Yan's lower lip with his fingers and rubbed it twice: "Does it hurt?"
It is obviously a very simple action, but when this person does it, it has some extra meaning.
Qi Yan hummed and looked away: "It hurts a little, and the pain seems to be more sensitive than usual."
It's really annoying.
Lu Fenghan was aware of Qi Yan's habit of describing his feelings to him, but at this moment, Lu Fenghan had to summon most of his self-control to resist some uncivilized psychological activities.
He brought up the topic to divert attention: "The contract we signed a year ago is still in Leto's house?"
Qi Yan recalled as he spoke: "Yes, I didn't have time to go back and get it. I only had time to clear the optical computer when I stripped Po Jun's data core. But the password box I stored the contract in was made of liquid composite metal, and the protection level is very high. Even if the house is blown up, the password box will not be damaged."
Hearing the words "liquid composite metal", Lu Fenghan immediately thought of the hovercraft that Qi Yan used in Leto, which was comparable to land armor.
As if knowing what Lu Fenghan remembered, "The hovercraft, the house, and the medicine were all prepared by Bai Ta. They were worried that I might have an accident."
Qi Yan mentioned in passing, "The inventor of the Type VI treatment chamber lives near me. The White Tower produced several during the experimental phase. I was in Leto and placed one next to me. On our way to the starport, I remotely activated the hidden mode. Unless I disable it, it will be a bulky piece of furniture with no practical use."
Although time was urgent at the time, Qi Yan handled everything that needed to be handled.
Lu Fenghan recalled the days when he used to pick up Qi Yan from school every day: "Well, after we get Leto back, we can continue to live back here."
The reason why he initially dispelled his doubts about Qi Yan was because of the treatment cabin.
There are only four channels in the public information of the entire league, and the fifth channel will not appear in Qi Yan's bedroom for no reason.
But he didn't expect that his employer would be Y, the chief of the White Tower.
"Okay," Qi Yan's lips were still red as he thought of something. "We can also invite Eliza and August to be our guests. They are very curious about where I live in Leto."
"Anyone else you want to invite?"
"Yes, I also want to invite Jia Miye, Mu Qing and Qu Qingming. They are all my neighbors in the White Tower and live very close to me." Qi Yan gestured and explained, "The White Tower is on a small planet in the Lagoon Nebula. When it was first built, the functional areas were planned very well. The residential area where I live has seven houses, but Qu Qingming doesn't live in the White Tower all year round, so I rarely see her."
The White Tower is a very secretive existence for most people. Even though Lu Fenghan is a brigadier general in the military, he still knows very little about it.
He didn't ask too much, only concerned about Qi Yan's previous life: "Are there people of your age, like Ye Pei or Mondrian, Xia Zhiyang and the others?"
"Very few. August and Eliza are both about thirty years older than me, Mu Qing is twenty-one years older than me, and Qu Qingming is nineteen years older than me. I once met a girl who was only five years older than me. Her name was Xu Ning. We talked at an exchange meeting because we were interested in the same subject, but I didn't become friends with her."
Lu Fenghan noticed it keenly: "An accident happened?"
"Yes, she once left the White Tower and went to a laboratory in the Messier region to extract experimental data. On her way back, she was killed by the rebels. At that time, she was ranked 29th on the blacklist and had just come of age."
Qi Yan talked about his laboratory in the White Tower, the flowers with strange colors and shapes cultivated in the garden, and Gamiye's quirks when doing experiments...
From the conversation, Lu Fenghan got a glimpse of Qi Yan's previous life.
He had things to do, and his life was monotonous but interesting. He had no friends of his own age, which made him awkward in socializing when he first arrived in Turan. However, those elders who were much older than him gradually formed a vague belief in him when he was young, which is why he told the principal of Turan that there are some things that you have to do even if you could die at any time.
Qi Yan glanced at the contract he had just signed, his eyes flickering: "General, will it be boring to be with me?"
He has just reached adulthood and is like a blank slate. When facing a relationship, he would be a little anxious and worried.
Lu Fenghan did not answer but asked: "When you are with me, do you find me boring?"
"Of course not," Qi Yan immediately shook his head.
On the contrary, he found Lu Fenghan very interesting when he was with him. To him, Lu Fenghan had a unique gravitational field that attracted his attention all the time.
Every detail - the beating of the heart between the ribs, the dry temperature of the palms, the casualness when picking lips, all made him want to explore and observe repeatedly, and keep getting closer.
Lu Fenghan gave the answer: "You have to believe that I am the same as you."
Then he called out "Po Jun".
Pojun simulated the sound of knocking on the door three times: "I'm coming in, I hope I didn't disturb you."
Lu Fenghan pointed at the paper the two had signed and said, "Scan this contract and save an electronic copy in your data center."
"Okay General, I'm happy to serve you. I promise not to read the contents of this contract." Po Jun did not forget to brag, "Unless I start the self-decomposition program, the data stream of the star network will exist, and all the data in the data core and I will not disappear."
Po Jun thought for a few seconds: "In this respect, I make this contract more romantic. Of course, my existence is also romantic."
Two days later, Wein and Dushan returned first, while Mejielin and Long Xiyun returned to the fleet base on August 3rd.
Walking in the corridor, Mei Jielin took off her gloves and thought for a while: "Pojun, are you there?"
Pojun's voice appeared: "Miss Meijielin, do you want to talk to me about something?"
"Look and see if I've changed."
After a few seconds, Po Jun replied: "You have changed a lot. In the past week, you have gained 1.5 kg, your waistline has widened by one centimeter, and your hair has also grown longer."
Mei Jie Lin immediately forgot about her bad princess cut and said in surprise, "I gained so much weight? I shouldn't have come to talk to you. No one told me and I didn't know, so I didn't gain weight!"
Po Jun: "There is an idiom to describe your behavior: deceiving oneself and others."
Mei Jielin: As an artificial intelligence, you don’t need to know so much.
Mei Jielin strode into the conference room and sat down at her seat. She glanced at the lit star map and recognized it at a glance: "Is there a fight in the Central Administrative District?"
Lu Fenghan: "That's right. Three hours ago, General Nie mobilized troops and took back Savoy Star from the rebels."
Metierin leaned forward slightly and looked at the star map more closely. "Savoy? The planet that was occupied by the rebels four days after its founding? The garrison of the Central Administrative District has finally made progress."
Although they were at the front line, few people mentioned the situation in the central administrative region, but most of them were like Metierin, who remembered clearly which planet was captured by the rebels on which day.
But when you are on the battlefield, you don't have to talk about those overly angry and emotional feelings all the time.
Wei Yin said: "It's not that we have finally succeeded. In the past six months, we have captured almost five planets and fought several battles, saving many from the clutches of the rebels. It is not easy to achieve this result. The garrisons in various administrative districts have not had many opportunities to fire their guns in the past."
Mei Jie Lin said with disdain: "The rebels won't care how much they handle guns." She changed the subject, "But letting those weaklings in the garrison fight against the rebels is indeed a disadvantage."
The rebel army is a completely militarized social management model.
After everyone is born, they will be raised by a group, and when they grow up a little, they will start to divide the work. Smart people will be trained individually, oriented to scientific research and related fields, while some ordinary people will do basic work necessary for society, and the rest will be sent to the army.
In Meijielin's view, the purpose of the existence of all the lower-level people in the rebel army is to support those at the top of the pyramid, just like the division of labor in an ant nest.
Under such a social structure, “people” cannot be considered “people” at all. People at the bottom are tools at best, and people in the middle and upper classes are at most a little more advanced—tools of the wise.
She asked the main question: "Commander, what is the topic of today's meeting?"
Lu Fenghan: "The topic is chatting, but you came late, and Wei Yin and the others were already exhausted from chatting."
Mei Jielin's eyes widened, and she regretted it deeply: "I shouldn't have looked at myself in the mirror over and over again for ten minutes in the room!"
Chatting is really just chatting. Patrolling the star field is very boring. The only person you see back and forth is your adjutant. So when you come back, you can chat together in a meeting, scold the remnants you met, and talk about the nasty meteorite belts you encountered. It is good for physical and mental health and is a regular program for the expeditionary force.
Dushan did not cooperate with Meijielin's intention to have another chat, and asked: "What is the sub-theme?"
Lu Fenghan replied: "Lorenz reported that the signal base station should check the fault point. As usual, everyone will take a part. You can go yourself or send someone to go."
The Space Force's long-distance communications require the use of signal transmission from base stations, including those in use, backup, and used for confusion and camouflage. There are many base stations in hidden locations and they need to be checked every once in a while.
Soon, countless base stations appeared on the star map, and they were divided into six parts according to their locations.
Lu Fenghan tapped the table with his knuckles. "Area B has been taken away by Erich, and he set off yesterday. You guys can divide the remaining five areas first, and the rest are mine."
This task has been done dozens of times, if not a hundred times. Mei Jie Lin and the others were not polite and finished dividing the area in less than ten seconds, leaving the farthest area for Lu Fenghan.
Lu Fenghan was used to their behavior and took control of Area E.
Mei Jielin asked a few more questions: "Commander, are you going there in person?"
"Otherwise?" Lu Fenghan raised his eyelids. "You guys can still wander around during your patrols, but I'll be on the command ship, and I can see exactly how many stars are lit outside each window."
Mei Jielin rolled her eyes and asked again, "Are you with Qi Yan?"
When Lu Fenghan confirmed her guess, Mei Jielin felt that she had seen through the purpose of her own command.
Working and dating at the same time, just the two of you, what a great opportunity to develop a relationship!
Commander, I didn't realize you were so scheming!
Although Mei Jielin was not completely correct, she did guess some of Lu Fenghan's thoughts.
There were people coming and going on the command ship, and it was only for the two of them to be together. There were very few opportunities for them to be alone together, which made Lu Fenghan very angry.
This time, a modified reconnaissance ship was used. The reconnaissance ship has high concealment and is not easily detected by radar after turning on the stealth mode.
After the two sat down in the cockpit, the indicator lights on the console gradually lit up.
Pojun spoke up, very considerately: "Excuse me, do you need me to turn on the designated driver mode?"
Lu Fenghan held the joystick with one hand: "From now on, you can pretend that you don't exist."
"Okay, General," Po Jun said without any hesitation, "When you need me, you can call my name. Otherwise, I will pretend not to exist."
While maneuvering the reconnaissance ship into the flight path, Lu Fenghan saw Qi Yan flipping through the driving manual stored in the control system. He said, "If you are interested, I can teach you how to drive in the simulated cockpit next time. Once you get the hang of it, you can try it in space."
After that, he directly invited, "Would you like to come over and hold the joystick and experience it for yourself?"
Qi Yan just finished reading the manual and hesitated: "Is it okay?"
"Why not? I'm here, nothing will happen."
Qi Yan then extended his hand.
There was still some residual body temperature on the metal joystick. As Qi Yan just gripped it, the back of his hand covered Lu Fenghan's palm again.
The rough calluses rubbed against his skin, which was very itchy and even caused a tingling sensation on the back of his neck.
He vaguely realized that he seemed to be much more sensitive to Lu Fenghan's touch than before.
"Yes... That's it. Follow the route shown."
Under the control of the two, the black and gray reconnaissance ship gradually moved away from the huge fleet suspended in the space, like a lone boat in the deep sea.
Qi Yan was gradually attracted by the scene outside the porthole.
Huge meteorites, metal debris of unknown age, distant twinkling stars...
All of this makes people more deeply aware of how insignificant their existence is.
At the same time, a strong sense of loneliness will arise in your heart, but because of the existence of people around you, this empty loneliness will soon be filled.
Lu Fenghan suddenly said: "I did it on purpose."
Qi Yan turned to look at him: "What?"
"I took this mission on purpose, and I took you with me on purpose."
Lu Fenghan analyzed his intentions without hiding anything. "Psychologically, when two people are in the vast space, because they are far away from their tribe and in an unstable environment full of dangers, they will develop a sense of dependence on each other. This environment and the emotions generated can stimulate the emotions between each other."
Qi Yan had heard this before. He recalled everything from the moment he boarded the ship and found that it was indeed the case. He became curious again: "General, are you stimulated?"
Lu Fenghan stared straight ahead, with none of the metal buttons on his military uniform jacket fastened and the collar of his standard shirt loose. A sharp aura mixed with a hormonal scent emanated from him.
The light from the console reflected on his face. From Qi Yan's perspective, there was a layer of faint light covering his forehead to the bridge of his nose, making his profile appear more angular and with stronger lines.
Just as Qi Yan was lost in thought for a second, Lu Fenghan pinched Qi Yan's fingers, put them to his lips, gently bit the tip of the thin white middle finger, and curled his lips: "What do you think?"