Chapter 280 Extra 3: Mecha

Fortunately, Yin Qing is just a mecha, without thoughts or perception.

Otherwise, knowing what its owner was doing in the main cabin at this moment, it would probably be so embarrassed that it would become autistic.

Yin Qing stopped steadily at the Marshal's private training ground, his arms slightly raised, as if he had just finished training and had not had time to return to his position.

The interior of the cabin glowed with a faint blue light.

Sitting in the driver's seat was a man with silver hair, golden eyes, and handsome features that did not look like an ordinary man.

This is normal.

A majestic mecha should be matched with a master who can control it.

However……

Abnormal——

It was the other person he had pushed against the console and refused to let go.

Sitting at the control console is the Marshal's girlfriend, whom he has not yet made public, whom he holds in his hands for fear of melting, and holds in his mouth for fear of melting.

She was training well, but was suddenly picked up from the driver's seat by Elvis and pushed against the console. Even though Tong Wanwan was always slow, she slowly realized something.

She raised her eyes and hesitated, "Mr. Marshal, what's wrong?"

Elvis didn't know what was wrong with him.

Ever since last night, when he saw her walking out of the school gate surrounded by several boys, his emotions have been fluctuating between surprise, resentment and depression.

After she finished speaking, Tong Wanwan suddenly felt her waist tighten.

The force on the waist increased a little.

Caught off guard, Tong Wanwan frowned and hummed softly.

Mr. Marshal was reluctant to do anything to her, so he just clasped her hands tightly around her waist without pinching her with his fingers.

Her low moan wasn't because of pain.

But because...

It's so itchy.

The neck, ears and waist are three places that absolutely cannot withstand teasing.

Even if the man just put his palm there without any movement, Tong Wanwan felt a tingling sensation that made her want to avoid it, spreading from her waist to her limbs.

The inside of the mecha wasn't very bright, but it was very quiet.

It was so quiet that only the sound of their breathing could be heard.

One is quick, the other is slow.

The console is a bit slippery.

Tong Wanwan tentatively supported herself on the table with her elbows, trying to move back a little.

But even such a subtle movement was discovered by the other party.

The silver-haired man's eyes were cold, and he lowered his gaze slightly to glance at the table. The hand holding her waist tightened in vain, and he used his free hand to hold her elbow and pulled her back.

This time, there was no place to support herself, and Tong Wanwan could only helplessly follow the downward force and was stuck between the driver's seat, the console and the man.

Tong Wanwan licked her lips and noticed that the Marshal's jaw line was very tight.

She sighed softly.

This person has a stern face again.

"Mr. Marshal, what's the matter?" She moved closer and rubbed the man's chin with her nose.

Tong Wanwan originally wanted to kiss his cheek, but due to the height, she could only touch Elvis's chin when she tilted her face up.

After a long silence, the taciturn man finally spoke: "Yesterday, that group of men."

"ah?"

Tong Wanwan blinked, not knowing what to say.

The group of men yesterday?

Could it be... that he is talking about the classmates in the class?

She came to her senses belatedly and explained, "Those were new classmates. We didn't have many opportunities to talk in class. We just walked and chatted together after class."

Tong Wanwan frowned slightly and said with a wry smile, "Mr. Marshal, not everyone will like me."

Next second.

She felt something soft, warm and cool pressing against her brow.

Tong Wanwan was slightly stunned.

She raised her head and met the Marshal's gaze.

The man looked at her deeply with deep eyes. After kissing her between the eyebrows, he held her in his arms like a child.

The driving seat is a one-person seat.

But with one more person sitting in my arms, it’s not too crowded.

"You don't know." He said lightly.

I don’t know how good I am, and I don’t know how many people are watching me from behind.

Tong Wanwan: “…”

She sighed again and stopped dwelling on the issue.

What if she was entangled? She could never win an argument with the stern-faced Elvis.

Unless he makes concessions on his own initiative.

Seeing that the person in his arms had quieted down and didn't say a word, the Marshal felt a little uneasy.

He lowered his head and kissed the tip of Tong Wanwan's ear, then moved down her neck, leaving a series of obvious marks on her fair, delicate skin with a faint milky scent.

"Wanwan." He called out in a low, hoarse voice.

But Tong Wanwan didn't respond to him.

Elvis was silent for a moment, then raised his eyelashes and asked, "Baby?"

Tong Wanwan pursed her lips, without raising her head, pretending to ignore it.

Ives thought about it.

He used the most shameless trick again.

The man lowered his eyes, turned his face to the side, buried it in the girl's neck, and his low voice sounded muffled.

"sorry."

He just couldn't help it...

Just like wild beasts with a strong sense of territory in the mountains and forests, once they smell a strange scent around their mate, they will become defensive, violent, and crazy, ready to bite off the enemy's neck at any time.

"Ahem." Tong Wanwan couldn't help but break her act while acting.

Her expression quickly softened.

I gently rubbed the back of the man's head. The silver hair looked very nice to the touch, and it actually felt like that.

The silver-haired marshal felt his girlfriend's loosening, and he took advantage of her, burying his head in her neck and planting strawberries on her neck and shoulders. While kissing her, he said in a low voice: "Baby, when can we go public?"

He could hardly bear it any longer.

Tong Wanwan was slightly stunned.

The movement of the fingertips also paused.

...It's quite pitiful.

Seeing that she didn't speak again, Elvis frowned and rubbed his cheek against her again.

While rubbing, he threatened in a low voice: "Speak."

Tong Wanwan: “…”

Tong Wanwan chuckled and coaxed softly, "It's almost there, really. I'm not lying to you, dear."

"Stop being a spoiled brat."

After everything is settled, she will tell the people of the Federation this "cruel" fact bit by bit.

That group of people, on the other hand, urged their marshal to fall in love and get married quickly, but in reality, who knows how devastated they would be if a "marshal's girlfriend" suddenly appeared.

Tong Wanwan coaxed him gently while trying to sit up from Elvis.

But the next second, she felt her waist tighten and she fell back into the familiar embrace.

From the beginning to the end, I never left this position for a moment.

Tong Wanwan pursed her lips helplessly.

Sometimes, she actually felt like their relationship was reversed.

Her big-time boyfriend...is too clingy.

She wants a kiss before being allowed to leave, and she wants to be hugged when she gets home. She will get jealous of any physical contact with the opposite sex, and will feel uncomfortable with any eye contact.

And it was obvious that he was jealous.

Stern face.

Then, as soon as they disagreed, they started asking for kisses and hugs.

No preparation at all.

It was as if if he kissed her until she was gasping for breath, she would no longer have the energy to interact with anyone else.

Tong Wanwan came to her senses and found that the man's lips had left her neck.

This time, the soft, cool feeling moved to her lips.

Tong Wanwan's eyes moved slightly.

The breath was light, and the warm spray touched my lips.

Mr. Marshal seemed to be suffering from skin hunger and was unwilling to let her leave for a moment.

Tong Wanwan curled her fingers, and as if possessed by a ghost, she put her arms around his neck and opened her lips.

Well, never mind.

Again and again...

Isn't it just because she likes you?

Happy Little New Year, my dears (*ˊˋ*)

(End of this chapter)