After being helped into the car, Britta was too embarrassed to pretend to be asleep any longer. He clumsily opened his eyes, looked at Klindall sitting next to him in a low voice, and, noticing the teasing looks from the others, whispered, "Mr. Klindall... welcome home."
Klindall relaxed considerably after getting into the car, leisurely watching the boy's feigned awake expression. He nodded slightly and held out his hand to show him the gift he had received: "Thank you."
Whether it was Bretta's imagination or not, he felt that Klindall, dressed in his officer's uniform, seemed much more composed. However, when he looked into his eyes, there was a... a subtle smile. He didn't dare to look any longer and quickly looked away, explaining, "The bullets for this gun are made of a special material, so the explosive force after hitting the target will be stronger. I hope you can use them."
The so-called special material is actually his self-made corrosive liquid, which will quickly corrode the enemy's skin after hitting it. Even wounds that are not fatal will make the opponent feel bad.
Klindall raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, picked up the gun and tested its feel in his hand: "Okay, I'll try it out another day."
Cheng Cheng, who was in the driver's seat, had been listening the whole way and hurriedly interjected, "Tata, can you make me a weapon too? You're Rudolf's personal disciple, so you're definitely better than that kid Qiao Song... That guy is like a traitor now, running to Mechanical Sky City every day."
Bretta understood, and thinking of Qiao Song and Wei Tang, nodded: "Okay, I'll..."
“You don’t have time.” Xiang You interrupted him ruthlessly. “The serum has just come out. We must hurry up and develop a vaccine.” As she spoke, she reached out and tapped Cheng Cheng’s buzz cut. “If you want a gun, take my order and go to the armory to get one.”
Bleta nodded sheepishly.
Late at night, the mech vehicle took them to a residential area of the Asia Alliance base. Blaita consciously followed Klindall out of the vehicle and followed him closely all the way. They took the elevator, and Klindall swiped his special ID card and pressed the button for his floor.
The elevators here also have glass shields. Blaita looked out the window at the base gradually rising, revealing a wide-open view, and felt quite fascinated. It stretched as far as the eye could see, much larger than the Mix base.
Klingdale looked at the light shining in his eyes and felt his mood improve as well.
Since their parting at Mechanical Sky City and their chance encounter at Polar Snow Castle, they hadn't had a proper conversation alone like this for over half a year.
“Breta,” Klindall suddenly called out to him, his voice soft but enough to bring Breta’s attention back.
“Hmm?” Britta turned to look at him. “What’s wrong? Lin Dao… Colonel Klindall…?” Britta felt a little confused as she was about to change her address, unsure of what to call him.
Klindall chuckled and said, "So what do you want to call me?"
"Huh?" At this moment, Bretta looked a little confused and embarrassed. He opened his mouth, trying so hard to change his words, but he couldn't quite get the words out.
And... what should it be called?
Bryta's delicate brows furrowed, as if she had encountered some problem.
Klingdale chuckled: "Is it that difficult?"
Just as I finished speaking, the elevator opened with a "ding".
"Let's go, let's get out of here first."
This is an upscale residential area, and Clingdale has one apartment per floor.
He swiped his ID card and opened the door, smelling a long-dormant odor. Fortunately, he had arranged for a housekeeping robot to clean beforehand, so there was still a faint scent of air freshener in the air.
"Come in."
Bleta then carefully followed him inside.
Little White, who had already woken up on the road, quietly peeked a flower out from under his clothes.
Klindall saw it and raised an eyebrow slightly.
Upon entering, Bretta hurriedly explained, "This... is Little White. It's a variant of the white rose." He forced a smile and continued, "It mutated after being infected by my blood."
Klindall stared at the few delicate white flowers on the white rose vine, and they seemed increasingly familiar.
Bryta quickly confessed: "Yes! That's right! It's those few flowers that you paid for and gave me back then..."
Klindall, seeing the white rose hybrid's defensive posture towards him, didn't take it seriously: "So that's how it is." Actually, he had seen it back in the Arctic Snow Castle, but time was too short to investigate further.
Seeing how nervous the child was, I couldn't help but tease him: "So it was originally mine."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Bai's rose thorns all over her body seemed to burst open, and she looked ready to fight at any moment.
Bryta quickly called out to it, "Little White, come back."
He looked at Clingdale with a troubled expression: "But it only listens to me now."
“Simple, I’ll feed it some blood too.” Klindall raised an eyebrow.
"No way!" Bleta denied without even thinking.
He harbored a hidden possessiveness; he didn't want anyone else, not even Xiaobai, who shared his feelings.
After sensing this, Little White, who was in sync with Bryta, said: "...I haven't agreed yet."
Bryta realized what was happening and said, "...I'm sorry."
Klindall, who hadn't heard Xiaobai's inner thoughts, assumed he was apologizing to him and stopped teasing him, saying, "Never mind, my blood is poisonous, it wouldn't be good if I died from it."
Xiao Bai was shocked and felt a strong sense of threat.
Klindall raised an eyebrow and asked, "Tired? Go to sleep first, or take a shower? I have hot water here."
"A bath!" Bretta's eyes lit up immediately. The accommodations at the research institute were basic, and hot water was extremely scarce. As a clean-loving lab rat, he desperately wanted to take a bath. Of course, only if the lab rat took good care of him.
Klindall hummed in response, then turned and asked, "Do you need a change of clothes?"
"No—" Bleta was about to say that he had clothes in the space inside his stomach, but inexplicably changed his mind, "I need them!"
Xiao Bai naturally understood what he had just been thinking, and teased him with a whistle: "Oh oh oh oh~~~ You want to wear other people's clothes, huh?"
"Tata, you're not being honest, you've gone astray. I even saw you doing it yourself that night..."
When Blaita heard it mention his own affairs, he hurriedly told it to be quiet in his mind.
He was already a mature lab rat. After spending another year or two in the human world, his body was fully developed. He had also consumed so many foreign hormones to accelerate his growth, so he naturally had the necessary needs.
Bleta was too embarrassed to even think about it anymore.
Seeing his originally fair face growing redder and redder, Klindall found it amusing. He went to the wardrobe, found a set of clean clothes that had been kept there for washing and preservation, and handed them to him, saying, "Go wash them."
Bryta took it and was about to say thank you when the other person suddenly asked, "Why is your face so red?"
Bretta shook her head hastily, grabbed her clothes, opened the bathroom door, and rushed inside. Little White followed closely behind, when suddenly a hand tightly gripped a vine. Struggling, it turned around in surprise and saw Klindall's indifferent expression: "Plants don't need baths."
Xiao Bai's inner monologue: You son of a bitch!
After all, a pet's instincts are dictated by its master. Tata was afraid of this big black snake, and Little White, who had received oxygen from Bryta's blood, naturally had some instinctive fear of him. It timidly retracted its vines and obediently let Klindall put it in a vase and place it on the living room table.
The innocent newbie, who was just trying to be a scenic flower: Damn it!
After entering the bathroom, Blaita naturally learned that Little White was being kept out. He had originally wanted to revert to his original form and enjoy Little White's bathing service, but after thinking about it, he decided to remain in human form. He took off his clothes and clumsily washed himself.
Steam quickly filled the bathroom, and although he hadn't been showering for long, his face was already flushed red from the steam.
She picked up some clean clothes and put them on. The pants were too long, and the top was a whole size too big, hanging loosely on her slender waist.
When Bletta came out, her clothes were soaking wet and rolled up, her eyes were wet, and her clothes and pants were so long that a section of them were hanging out and piled up on her hands and feet. She looked bewildered and a little dazed.
Klingdale looked up and saw his expression, his heart skipped a beat, as if struck by something. He really, really wanted to go up and give him a pat on the back.
“Um…the clothes are so big,” Bryta said, shaking her sleeves.
Klingdale beckoned to him: "Come here."
Upon hearing this, Britta immediately ran over happily, like a little fool.
Klindall reached out and pressed him down: "Put your hand out."
Then he bent down and rolled up the longer parts of Bretta's sleeves, folding them several times over the boy's arm, since it was a summer night and long-sleeved shirts would be a bit hot. Then he squatted down in front of him and rolled up his trouser legs.
Bryta felt that Mr. Klindall, with his meticulous and gentle manner, gave off a peculiar yet familiar feeling.
As Klingdale worked on him, he asked, "Didn't you learn this in your previous social adaptation classes?"
Bryta: "My clothes used to fit perfectly."
“…” Klindall choked.
Klindall pointed to the only large bed in the bedroom: "Go to sleep."
Bryta hadn't slept in such a comfortable bed in a long time. She immediately jumped up, squeezed through the gap in the blankets, and peeked out from under the pillow, blinking her eyes expectantly at Klindall.
Suddenly feeling a sense of anticipation, Klingdale paused, then turned around and said, "I'm going to take a shower."
When he left the research department, he was actually treated to a fresh wash, and his wounds healed quickly in a short time. After a simple shower, he changed into his home clothes and came out to find Bretta on the bed breathing evenly.
Klindall paused for a moment, then decided to make do with the sofa in the living room for the night, as he only had a master bedroom and no guest room.
"Klin..." Britta suddenly called out in her sleep, and the man stopped and turned around. Britta had already groggily opened her eyes and yawned: "Aren't you going to sleep yet?"
"...Go to sleep, I'm going outside."
"Aren't there any other rooms outside?" Bryta had looked around when she entered the room. Although the space was large, there was indeed only one bedroom.
He generously pulled back the covers, patted the spot next to him, and said, "Come in."
Klindall's face remained calm, but his brows were furrowed.
A few seconds later, Klindall threw back the covers and lay down next to him.
Bleta smelled a faint fragrance, accompanied by a slightly cool scent.
It was hot, and Bleta instinctively turned her head to face him sideways, reached out and pulled his arm into her arms, saying contentedly, "You're so cool."
At that moment, Klindall's tense back relaxed. He had unknowingly changed his temperament after being infected. He was no longer the upright military colonel he used to be, but a lazy snake that liked to lie down.
He turned to look at Bryta, his breathing becoming heavier. Seeing that Bryta's eyes were still bright, he asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet? Did I wake you?"
Bretta nodded, looking into his dark eyes, swallowed hard, and whispered, "Mr. Lin Dao... you smell so good, I can't sleep. Can I...?"
"Still want to bite me?" Klindall raised an eyebrow, stirring his thoughts. Perhaps because the two were sleeping so close, Bryta felt his voice vibrate in his eardrums, making his ears tingle.
Both greedy and timid, Britta compromised and negotiated: "Then...can I lick it?"
Klindall paused, his eyes darkening. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he asked in a hoarse voice:
"...Where should I lick?"
Author's Note: Bretta: I'm fine with anything. (Hey, thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants between 2022-02-21 22:59:55 and 2022-02-22 21:26:59!)
Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution: Rain Master (10 bottles); Liu A Liu A Liu and Alice (1 bottle each);
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
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