At the metal round table in the rest area, Qi Yan was holding a cup of water and looking out the porthole, obviously lost in thought.

"Qi Yan, what are you looking at?" Ye Pei leaned over with his hands on the table, looking out along Qi Yan's line of sight, and saw only darkness.

Today, the technical department was able to take a three-hour holiday for the first time, and Chagall was also able to spare two hours. The three of them hit it off immediately, and Qi Yan was also brought in, so they were able to get together for the first time.

"I'm looking at the moon," Qi Yan came back to his senses and pointed in a direction, "We are passing by the Phoenician star cluster now. The ochre-red surface over there is a habitable planet with a satellite. From the ground of the ochre-red planet, the satellite looks very similar to Leto's moon," he paused slightly, "The moonlight is beautiful."

Qi Yan spoke the word "moonlight" very lightly.

However, this detail was not noticed by anyone - Ye Pei, Mondrian, and Chagall were all attracted by the moonlight in Qi Yan's words that was similar to Leto's.

Several people spontaneously looked through the porthole to observe the distant and inconspicuous satellite.

It seemed that through the satellite, they could see Leto's moon.

On both sides of the command ship, there were fleets of starships moving forward at a steady speed. Several people sat back in their original seats. Ye Pei propped up his chin and said, "By the way, do you have this feeling? The command ship is a huge whale. The whales are migrating far away in the deep sea, and we are in the belly of the whale! Isn't it romantic?"

Chagall was drinking the juice in front of him and shook his head, "I think the command ship is a huge artillery platform, and the fleets next to it are other artillery platforms. Everyone together forms a pile of artillery platforms!"

Ye Pei rolled his eyes lightly, "Major Chagall, your mind is full of guns and cannons. You will never have a love relationship in the future!"

"I am inconspicuous in the huge single-person team of the expeditionary force!" Chagall smiled brilliantly, showing his white teeth, and scratched the back of his head, "You actually found out that I am already a major!"

He turned sideways and deliberately showed the star on his shoulder strap, "I was promoted a few days ago. I was promoted because of my military achievements in several battles. Now, among all the positions present, I have the highest rank!"

Mondrian cooperated very well: "Yes, sir."

Chagall was very proud: "Wait for me to accumulate more military achievements, and I should be able to be promoted to lieutenant colonel in the end."

Ye Pei bit the straw: "In the end?"

"There are not many battles left," Chagall counted on his fingers, "There are twelve rebel armies in total. Now the fifth, seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth, eleventh, and twelfth armies have all been destroyed. Only the first, second, third, fourth, and sixth armies are still resisting. But according to the current situation of the expeditionary force, two battles, or at most three, will be enough to destroy them, and we can directly drive the command ship into the divine palace where the rebel wise men live!"

He pretended to sigh, "So, there are not many opportunities left for me to be promoted!"

After listening, Mondrian suddenly said, "It's like a dream."

"Yes," Chagall swallowed the juice, and the muscles exposed on his neck and arms were tight. "On the founding day, the bombs fell into Leto like a comet. In the panic, who would have thought that not long after, I, a captain and no, a major in the destroyer sequence of the expeditionary force, would have already Can you start to think about the posture of the command ship to enter the palace?"

He scratched his hair again, thought hard for a while, and asked Qiyan, "What did I say on your hover car?"

Qiyan answered without thinking, "What will happen to the Alliance if you let Leto go like this?"

"Yes! That's what you said! Now I understand. What should the Alliance do? There's no need to think! The Alliance must take back everything that was taken away!" Xia Jiaer's blood boiled instantly. He slapped the table with his hand. Just as he was about to continue to explain his thoughts, he suddenly heard a question from the side:

"What?"

Turning his head, Xia Jiaer was stunned for three seconds, then stood up with a "swish", raised his head and chest, and placed his red palms across his eyebrows: "Hello, Commander!"

The ending tone was sharp.

Ye Pei and Mondrian also stood up and saluted: "Hello, Commander!"

"Good afternoon." When Lu Fenghan replied, his hand was very naturally placed on Qi Yan's shoulder.

Glancing at Lu Fenghan's actions, Xia Jiaer's eyes widened, and he spoke with some hesitation: "Commander, are you here?"

"To pick up Qiyan." His gaze then fell on Qiyan who was sitting, and Lu Fenghan's voice slowed down by two degrees, "It's three o'clock, are you going over now?"

When Qiyan and Lu Fenghan walked out together, Xia Jiaer couldn't help but stare at their backs. When he saw Lu Fenghan taking off his coat and putting it on Qi Yan's shoulders, and the silver stars on the epaulettes flashed by, he couldn't help but whispered: "It's over, it's over, a senior I knew in the destroyer sequence, named Calvin, is said to have used two-thirds of the money in his account to bet."

The gambling within the expeditionary force is an open secret. Ye Pei was curious: "What did he bet on?"

Xia Jiaer looked sympathetic: "He bet that the commander would not fire the first shot before the age of thirty."

Ye Pei patted Xia Jiaer on the shoulder: "It seems that you can only rely on saving more star coins, and when your senior is about to starve to death, you can be kind enough to help him."

When he returned to the command room, a treatment robot was already on standby. On the lit virtual screen, a video dialogue box was connected, and Elisa could be seen busy in the laboratory.

Qi Yan noticed at a glance: "Why are you wearing a pair of glasses?"

Eliza raised her head and supported the frame of her glasses uncomfortably: "This is the new trend in the White Tower recently. I don't know who started this retro decoration. Now, whether it is Professor Anderson, who is 95 years old, or those who are a few years older than you, everyone wears a pair of glasses. Maybe this will make everyone look very knowledgeable."

She pinched her sore neck and got to the point: "When was the last time you took medicine?"

"Fifteen days ago," Qi Yan remembered clearly, "I have been in a very stable mood recently. Although my memory is still confused, negative emotions have rarely appeared."

Hearing this answer, Eliza on the screen glanced at Lu Fenghan.

"So I decided that I don't need a lot of drugs to reduce the impact of negative emotions for the time being." Qi Yan's tone was obviously relaxed.

"Of course, no one knows you better than yourself." Eliza smiled with relief, "However, you have been taking this drug for almost ten years. For the sake of insurance, you can take it three times every two months in the next six months, and then stop taking it completely."

Qi Yan had no objection: "Okay, I'll remember it."

"In addition, without the effect of the drug, your pain sensation will gradually return to normal, but compared to ordinary people, your tolerance threshold will still be lower." Eliza's eyes were gentle, "I'm very happy."

After the video call was hung up, Qi Yan stood there for a while.

He thought, he was also very happy, those fears, insecurities and self-doubts were all far away.

At this time, Lu Fenghan hugged him from behind, and his earlobe was kissed. The person behind him whispered: "I remember the first time I accompanied you to Turan, we encountered an explosion. Later, I asked you if you were injured anywhere, and you said yes, your earlobe was pricked by a grass tip."

When Lu Fenghan mentioned this, his chest trembled slightly, and he laughed, "I was still thinking, where did this little coquettishness come from, so I had to blow it for you."

Qi Yan remembered this memory very clearly, and his left earlobe could even recall the tingling feeling at that time. He was about to defend himself when he suddenly felt his earlobe was bitten very lightly.

Qi Yan's breathing immediately trembled.

As if being seduced, Lu Fenghan kissed Qi Yan's earlobe all the way down, from the neck to the Adam's apple. The delicate clavicle was like a wonderful art design, easily capturing his mind.

Qi Yan felt that Lu Fenghan's chest was gradually getting hot, and his heartbeat was right on his back. There was a tingling sensation as if there was an electric current passing through his fingertips.

As the kiss deepened, Lu Fenghan's thin muscle arms easily picked up Qi Yan, put him on the conference table in two steps, and kissed Qi Yan's cool lips head-on. At the same time, one of his hands was placed beside Qi Yan's ear. In this simple little action, a kind of forbearance and cherishment was revealed.

The virtual screen with a star map in the conference room and the distant stars reflected outside the porthole were all sucked into the vortex at this moment and led into the vast sea of ​​stars.

"Yanyan..."

Lu Fenghan pressed against the corner of Qiyan's lips, his voice hoarse and soft, wrapped in a layer of breath, as if it was filled with male hormones that made people blush and heartbeat.

Qiyan's internal organs were filled with the unique breath of Lu Fenghan, even his bones were permeated, and everything in front of him seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

He responded after a few seconds: "Hmm?"

"When did you fall in love with me, huh?" It was as if he was confirming his exclusive possession.

This question was too difficult. Qi Yan half closed his eyes and said, "I don't know." After thinking for a few seconds, his voice became hoarse and his lips were red from being kissed. "It seemed that I just woke up one morning and fell in love with the general."