As the morning sun shone into the room, Xu Xinghe slowly opened his eyes...
His body stiffened slightly.
He remembered that he and Ling Changfeng slept back to back last night, but when they woke up, they were face to face.
Fortunately, the two of them were still covered with two quilts in an orderly manner, instead of sharing the same quilt with their arms around each other like yesterday morning.
Xu Xinghe squinted on the bed for another half a minute, but decided to get up and get out of bed.
Originally, he could stay in bed until noon on weekends, but now that there is one more person beside him, it always feels weird to lie down together.
Although his movement of getting up was as gentle as possible, Ling Changfeng woke up immediately as soon as he moved.
Seeing that pair of different pupils glanced at him, Xu Xinghe froze again.
Ling Changfeng, who had just woken up, his eyes were not as fierce as before. When he looked carefully, there was even a hint of confusion, but this confusion only lasted for a second or two, and then he returned to his usual indifference and clarity.
Marshal Ling turned over and sat up as if nothing had happened, his voice just woke up was lower than usual: "Morning."
Xu Xinghe stared at him vigilantly for a few seconds, making sure that he had no intention of launching another "good morning kiss", and then relaxed.
Ling Changfeng was stared at by him for a long time for no reason, and suddenly turned to him and asked, "Is there something on my face?"
"...No." The corner of Xu Xinghe's mouth twitched, and he began to change the subject, "Why have you been up so late these two days?"
He remembered that Ling Changfeng used to get up very early, usually by the time he finished washing and walked to the restaurant, Ling Changfeng had already finished his morning exercise and sat in his seat to read the morning newspaper for a long time.
Ling Changfeng, who was about to change clothes, paused slightly when he heard the words.
He also found this problem.
My previous biological clock was unshakable, starting at six in the morning.
But recently when he slept with Xu Xinghe, he always slept very soundly.
Waking up at 8 o'clock in the past two days was almost impossible in the past.
However, Marshal Ling did not answer this question truthfully, but turned his back on the offensive with a calm expression: "I remember someone said that staying up in bed is the greatest respect for the weekend—why did you have a good weekend?"
Xu Xinghe: "..."
Not all because of you!
Just as Team Leader Xu was about to say something, he suddenly saw Ling Changfeng unbutton his pajamas, took off his shirt in front of him without hesitation, and began to change clothes.
His robust physique and plump muscles were unreservedly exposed in front of his eyes.
Ling Changfeng's figure is perfect, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and the texture of his back presents a perfect inverted triangle.
And his biceps, deltoids... Every muscle is full of strength, like a sculpture carefully created by a master craftsman.
However, the appearance of several scars broke this beauty.
Old wounds of different shapes were distributed on his back, and the longest scar stretched directly from the shoulder blade to his waistline, almost splitting his whole body in half.
Xu Xinghe was stunned, and even forgot to turn around to avoid it.
In a daze, he remembered the feeling of a sharp weapon piercing his skin, the pain was so painful.
I couldn't help but shuddered.
Ling Changfeng changed his shirt in front of him as if no one was there, and while buttoning his shirt with one hand, he glanced at Xu Xinghe intentionally or unintentionally.
This glance revealed that something was wrong, Xu Xinghe's face turned pale.
He had expected that his little mate would turn around blushing like a little hedgehog, and then the fragrant and wild pheromones would start scurrying through the air.
Not so.
Marshal Ling stopped what he was doing, carefully observed Xu Xinghe's face, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Only then did Xu Xinghe turn around, silently lowered his head, making his expression unclear: "It's nothing, what are you doing in broad daylight..."
"Change clothes, I have something to go out in a while."
"Oh." Xu Xinghe's voice was muffled, and he asked suddenly after a long while: "Does that injury of yours hurt?"
Ling Changfeng was slightly taken aback, and then he realized what he said: "The injury was a long time ago, and it didn't hurt a long time ago." After a pause, he added: "It didn't hurt very much at the time."
Xu Xinghe drooped his head, looking a bit sad.
Ling Changfeng suddenly regretted it.
Only then did he realize that his little mate was a little hedgehog who had just grown up and hadn't been out of the capital city yet. Even though there were seemingly tough barbs on his body, those thorns were still immature and soft.
"Sorry, did I scare you?" Ling Changfeng asked.
While talking, he lowered his eyes and didn't look at Xu Xinghe again.
Would his little spouse be worried, would he be afraid
Do you think... those scars on your back are ugly and scary
"No." Xu Xinghe shook his head hastily.
He seemed to feel something, and suddenly raised his head to look at Ling Changfeng: "He's quite handsome, these scars—"
After thinking about it, he said, "It's like your meritorious service."
Ling Changfeng raised his eyelids again and looked back at him.
This time, what greeted him was a gentle gaze with black deer eyes.
Ling Changfeng's Adam's apple rolled slightly.
He turned his back, fastened the buttons without saying a word, and rearranged his appearance again.
After some actions were done, the heart was still beating fast.
Xu Xinghe looked at his back and decided to change the topic to something lighter: "I didn't expect you to maintain such a good figure at your age. How did you practice? How about I practice with you in the future?"
Ling Changfeng: "..."
He knew that Xu Xinghe probably wanted to adjust the atmosphere, so he deliberately changed the topic, because he just clearly felt the depression from the other party's mood.
Still, he cared a little—
What is "this age"
Reminiscent of Xu Xinghe's bedtime testimonial made in a daze last night, Ling Changfeng felt that he needed to clarify something.
He turned around and said solemnly: "According to the results of the latest census, the average age of Union citizens is 215 years old, and the longest-lived person can live to 309 years old."
Xu Xinghe was stunned.
Originally, I thought that I had changed the topic bluntly enough, but I didn't expect Ling Changfeng to be more skilled.
Why are you talking about the census all of a sudden
Ling Changfeng continued: "Marshal Alex has reached the age of 180 and has not retired yet."
Xu Xinghe didn't quite understand what he wanted to express, but he continued to follow his topic in a daze: "Marshal Alex has all great-great-great-grandchildren... so?"
Ling Changfeng said expressionlessly: "So, my state can be maintained for another hundred years."
Xu Xinghe: "?"
He said inexplicably: "If you are referring to the state of your muscles, then most people will start to lose their muscles after they are over one hundred years old, and after one hundred and fifty years old, their muscles will slowly shrink... So why do we suddenly start talking about a hundred years old?" What's next?"
After Xu Xinghe finished speaking, he thought that a hundred years later, he and Ling Changfeng still don't know where they are living.
At this moment, Ms. Xiao Qi ran into the bedroom with a rattling sound, interrupting their awkward chat.
It came to Xu Xinghe's side wagging its big fluffy tail, raised its head and let out a "meow".
"Morning, Xiao Qi, are you hungry?" Xu Xinghe smiled slightly when he saw the cat coming, knelt down and scratched Xiao Qi's head.
Uncharacteristically, Xiao Qi did not lie down and let him masturbate, nor did he rub against his feet, but raised his head and called him again.
Xu Xinghe was stunned: "What's wrong?"
Immediately reacting, he looked at the time with a dark face, then raised his head and said to Ling Changfeng: "Why is your cat coming earlier and earlier?"
Too much! It's only past eight o'clock in the morning, if this continues, it's time for Xiao Qi to wake him up.
Ling Changfeng was also slightly taken aback, and looked towards the door: "Aaron?"
Although he knew that his Persian cat had been playing well with Xiaoqi recently, since Aaron used to run around all day long, and no orderly dared to be bored enough to report the love story of the two cats to him, he really didn't know No matter how close the relationship between the two cats is now, they thought they were just ordinary friends.
Xu Xinghe squatted on the spot, held Ms. Xiaoqi's two fluffy front paws, and said to it with a serious face: "It's fine to play together, but you have to protect yourself and don't go too far! I always feel that Aaron This kid has no good intentions, if he dares to bite the back of your neck, you will scratch him to death!"
Xiao Qi shook her tail innocently: "Meow?"
Marshal Ling who was listening silently: "..."
"No." Ling Changfeng's face was a bit weird, but he clarified for his beloved cat: "Aaron is a very principled and ethical cat. Although his temper may not be very good, but he has never Don't do things that bully the young..."
After speaking, he thought of something, and added: "At most, I will fight with dogs."
Xu Xinghe yelled "open the door" amid Xiao Qi's anxious meowing.
Aaron had been waiting at the door for a long time, and the whole cat seemed to be sitting upright, looking very imposing.
Seeing that the door opened, the Persian cat squatted in place without moving, but turned its gaze to the bedroom—
Yitong swept Ling Changfeng lightly, then ignored his master, and greeted Xiao Qi who was running towards it: "Meow."
Ling Changfeng was used to Aaron's temper, so he took the initiative to walk up to him, intending to pet his fur.
But just after taking two steps, his footsteps stopped.
He saw his "very principled, very moral, but not very good-tempered" Aaron stretched out his two front paws, gently embraced Xiao Qi who was lying down, and then licked its fur like a dog .
Seeing this, Xu Xinghe's voice seemed to come out of his throat: "You... can you stop being so presumptuous under my nose?" Really hot eyes!
The two cats looked back at him together, and then ran away happily.
Ling Changfeng: "..."
He felt that Aaron might be going to be scratched later.
During breakfast time, the two sat at both ends of the long table.
Today's breakfast is Xu Xinghe's homemade avocado and shrimp sandwich, Caesar salad and mocha coffee.
Ling Changfeng ate and ate, and suddenly raised his head and asked, "Do you really want to exercise with me in the future?"
Xu Xinghe was just talking casually at first, but after hearing his question, he thought about it and nodded: "Yes."
It never hurts to exercise.
Moreover, which boy does not want to have a good figure
Ling Changfeng's figure, to be honest, he was a little envious.
Xu Xinghe asked: "How do you usually practice?"
Ling Changfeng asked him back: "Is it okay to wake up at six o'clock every morning?"
Xu Xinghe's expression seemed to be choked, and he replied with some seriousness: "To be honest, it's not possible. I think it's good to exercise every day after dinner?"
Ling Changfeng opened his mouth, and just about to bring out some old sayings that "a day's plan is in the morning", when Xu Xinghe continued: "Going to bed late and waking up late is more in line with our young people's routine."
Ling Changfeng: "..."
He changed the subject: "I can't come back every night."
Xu Xinghe thought to himself, isn't this better, and he doesn't really want to exercise every night.
He took a sip of coffee slowly: "Then we'll practice together when you're here."
After breakfast, Ling Changfeng went out, and Xu Xinghe also returned to his room.
The master was not there, and the two orderlies on duty began to chat in the side hall.
Order A: "What happened to the marshal recently? I saw him standing in front of the mirror for a long time in the morning."
Order B: "Speaking of which, I seem to have seen Brother He go to get shaving foam... Didn't the marshal not use these things before?"
He Han, the chief of staff, happened to pass by, and when he heard the conversation between the two, he scolded them with a stern face, while thinking in his heart, the marshal has been a little strange recently.
I suddenly asked for some shaving foam this morning, as if the razor was not clean enough.
But the marshal never cared about these details before.
Why do you suddenly start caring about appearance now