Drunkenplay (2)

Zhifan Shen : "......"

Needless to say, Zhifan Shen was in a very mixed state of mind at this point.

Shuo Yan's eyelids are a little droopy, he doesn't look very energetic, he seems to be a little upset, his thick ink eyes are looking at him quietly, you can tell there is a little bit of anger, but it's deeply hidden.

He was alone and unhappy, but didn't say so, as if he had a grudge against someone.

Zhifan Shen Inexplicably remembered the age of the small children, stubborn when it is like this, a person angry, want the whole world to coax him, but did not say why they are angry.

...... can be a worrying sort of thing.

He could only take the "flower" with his head.

Not to mention that the roots were neatly chopped, or at least there was no soil left, although Zhifan Shen wasn't too sure if there was any under this warm snow.

So although it is a messy nest of grass, but surprisingly can also be seen from the inside of the other side of a few points of intent up.

Shuo Yan's eyes seemed to brighten up a bit, but his lips were still tightly pursed, his looks were extremely decent and handsome, and when he was serious like this, he was very majestic, usually almost no one dared to be reckless in front of him.

It's just that if the childishness in his eyes hadn't been so intense, Zhifan Shen would have been a little more scared.

"...... Thanks for the flowers?"

Zhifan Shen took the flowers, but the other man did not move, so he could only try to calm him down.

"I love it."

Shuo Yan didn't say a word, maintaining the same professional demeanor as a model would when painting, and continued to stare at him in a still, unmoving manner.

...... Zhifan Shen felt a wave of weakness.

God, what do you want to do? I'll kneel down for you, okay?

Zhifan Shen endeavored to follow the child's thoughts, and in a flash of insight, then spoke up and asked, "Do you ...... want any reward?"

Shuo Yan's eyes lit up again.

Zhifan Shen thought it was a good idea, and added, "What kind of reward do you want?"

Shuo Yan's eyelids are slightly drooping, and while his demeanor doesn't change much, you can vaguely tell that he's looking around a bit blushingly and sheepishly.

Obviously still won't say it, and looks like you must guess it.

Zhifan Shen : "......"

That's enough. Can the boy god stop playing dumb.

Zhifan Shen is about to bring him to his knees.

After a moment of shyness, Shuo Yan lifted his frosty, boyish eyes and silently resumed staring at him.

Then continue to remain motionless.

Zhifan Shen was silent for a while, and came up with a new idea to appease him. He picked out the longest branch from a large bunch of weeds, with a tiny stamen in bud, a flower in the bunch that could barely be called a "flower", and hesitantly handed it to Shuo Yan.

"Flora, for you too?"

Shuo Yan looked at Hua Hua thought for a moment, the straight line of his mouth curved, seemed a little happy to take it, but still quietly looked at Zhifan Shen .

Zhifan Shen : "......"

And it still didn't work?

Zhifan Shen felt that he had completely run out of tricks, he didn't know what kind of rewards the Lord General wanted, nor did he know what the Lord General's favorite thing was ah.

Besides, it was a mystery as to how old the general was now.

He sighed and sat slumped on the couch, which was not normally stressful with a Lord General on one knee underneath it.

"I'm very sleepy, my lord, don't toss the little one, just tell me, okay?"

He asked, self-destructively.

Sure enough the other side was still silent.

"Are your legs numb, my lord, I'll give you a whack?"

Shuo Yan is still silent.

Zhifan Shen felt like he was dealing with one of the shyest, toughest and most stubborn children, and there was really nothing he could do about it, but he didn't want to let Shuo Yan keep kneeling like this, and was really feeling the urge to come down and kneel with the male god.

He sighed, and in the end, he could only smile helplessly and touch the General-sama's face, whispering as he looked into the other party's wandering eyes, "My General-sama, what exactly is your favorite thing."

He wasn't expecting a response anymore, so it was good to touch the other guy while he didn't know.

The other man finally moved, however, and Zhifan Shen was just about to reach back for that hand when his palm covered it warmly and forcefully.

Zhifan Shen was thrilled.

He felt his opponent's palm cover his palm, his ten fingers interlacing and piercing through.

Shuo Yan's eyes were two points brighter than just now, and seemed to be two points deeper as well, the corners of his lips were slightly open, and his complexion seemed to be a little excited and a little aggravated.

Zhifan Shen For a moment it was as if he had forgotten to breathe.

He followed the other man's eyes so closely that for a moment he forgot whether the other man was sincere or not.

He remembered that question from earlier.

-- "My Lord General, what is your favorite."

His throat moved slightly as his eyes fell on the palms that covered his hands, which had some subtle scars on them and rough fingers, presumably from years and years of operating the mech.

In fact, Zhifan Shen's own palm is not at all tender, but the back of his hand is smooth, so he can feel the other side of the rough hot palm.

They interlocked their fingers in the same direction.

In connection with that question, it was as if some great answer was just about to come out.

"...... flowers."

The general suddenly cried out in aggravation, Zhifan Shen suddenly realized that he had just missed a small handful of grass, he quickly drew back his emotions, and also intended to pull his hand back from under Shuo Yan's palm, so that he could pick up the "flowers".

However, the other party seemed to realize that he was leaving, and his palm covered Zhifan Shen's hand even harder.

Zhifan Shen was stunned, and once he looked down and saw the other party's eyes that vaguely contained a bit of anger, he was a bit silly.

But soon he didn't even have the strength to be stupid.

Almost logically, the palm of the other man covering his hand gave a slight push, and with that tiny bit of force the whole man easily stood up and pressed straight up against the couch.

Zhifan Shen only felt a strong force, he was not prepared directly backward, straight to fall on the soft sofa cushions.

The touch on the back of his head wasn't the same, however; a hand had been there coveting it for a long time.

Zhifan Shen's brain was still stunned and dizzy when the back of his head was wrapped in one of the other's palms, and then his eyes widened and his pupils contracted slightly.

The other kissed him tenderly and imperiously.

Delicately, tracing over the shape of his lips at first, then gently mouthing the other man's lips before finally prying them open to invade in one fell swoop.

He'd kissed everything about him without holding back, rough or lingering, impulsive or restrained all watered down.

-- "You."

-- "It's a favorite."