Chapter 22 Forced into a man's house
There was a knock on my door.
Ai Zhe opened the door.
I saw the big boy carrying a stool in his hand.
They are the same age, yes.
But he felt that the other party could only be called a big boy.
And he himself should be called a man.
Thinking of this, Ai Zhe immediately held his head high and chest out, putting on the expression of a mature man.
With his hands in his pockets, he wanted to listen to what the other person said.
"I...I was demoted. They didn't punish me."
There was a red mark on Northam's face, which looked like a slap mark, probably caused by Lorraine.
But it looked like just a slap.
If I'm not mistaken, this slap was probably given by his father to show others.
"The demotion is only temporary. I just can't lead the team on the latest mission."
"Of course, this is all because of my dad's protection."
"Brandon was one of the founders of the camp. So was my dad."
"He often disagreed with several top commanders, including my father, on matters such as weapons and mission planning."
"Of course, each of the founders has their own power. No one can suppress anyone else in terms of power."
Ai Zhe listened to him with his hands in his pockets and his head lowered, his expression unclear.
Realizing that he had said too much, Northam froze.
"Actually...I'm just a little upset."
Noson kicked the ground.
"But I'm glad that Brandon's unhappiness has shifted to me."
He suddenly smiled, feeling like he had protected something, and spoke in a nonchalant tone.
Ai Zhe said nothing.
"The stars outside are beautiful, will you come and sit with me for a while?"
The boy with dark blond curly hair lowered his voice, as if he knew he would be rejected but still spoke out loud.
Ai Zhe didn't say anything and also brought a bench from the house.
They sat under the moon and stars.
The green galaxy hangs across the sky like a frozen waterfall.
Still, yet seems to be collapsing silently.
Like the universe's dying breath.
The wind blew from the direction of the ruins, carrying a slight smell of metal and dust.
No one knows what distant alien life would think if it saw this once blue Earth, now in such a state of ruin.
At this moment, the two sat side by side, and no one spoke.
But at least, the stars and the crescent moon finally appeared, right?
The last time it appeared seemed to be several months ago.
At least now the moon is of normal color.
Glowing with moonlight.
After all, it sometimes turns red.
"Brandon must hate my parents."
"After all, my parents were expelled from the Legion. Many organizations heard about my parents and regarded them as criminals."
The expression on Ai Zhe's face became more serious, and his thick brows were furrowed.
His handsome features appear particularly deep in the night.
His gaze fell into the distance, his drooping eyes seemed to be swallowed by the night, desolate and full of fatigue.
He lowered his head and curled the corners of his mouth.
But he couldn't smile. His lips were tight, as if biting something bitter.
Swallow it hard.
"I don't know much about your parents, but I think every soldier who has fought on the front lines must be great."
"Your parents must have something unknown or some difficulties."
Noson gestured with his hands, although he didn't know what was going on with Aizhe's parents.
But it's obviously not a small matter.
Besides... Ai Zhe had even witnessed his parents, both warriors, being dragged away and devoured by ferocious beasts while protecting refugees...
Perhaps, his maturity, his aloofness and coldness are all related to this.
I noticed that Ai Zhe was lost in memories filled with dull pain.
Noson was a little panicked.
Although he was willing to listen to Ai Zhe's stories, it was obviously not the right time.
At least for Ai Zhe, it was inappropriate. "Look, my dad beat me up."
Northam pointed to the red palm print on his face, using his embarrassment as a tool to change the subject.
"He slapped me in front of Brandon, my God. My dad slapped me hard. It must have been personal."
"He hit me, and Brandon stopped."
Ai Zhe looked at him and his eyebrows twitched.
"You have to be responsible for me. I was slapped."
Northam suddenly pursed his lips and looked angry, and the expression on his face was particularly funny.
Then he grabbed Ai Zhe's big hand and put it on his face.
I want him to feel the heat from the slap on his face.
Generally speaking, if a person is slapped because of another person,
Most people will be moved or try to comfort the other person.
But Dead Aizhe followed the action and slapped Northen again.
Northen was beaten so hard that he covered his face and looked at him, his emerald puppy eyes moist.
He was tall, with fair skin and messy curly hair. He sat there covering his face, looking extremely aggrieved.
There was a moist light rolling in his eyes, as if he was about to bite someone.
Ai Zhe looked at him mockingly, with a half-smile and a loose corner of his mouth.
He picked up a piece of pain-relieving grass from the side and hit him in the face again.
"Go back and apply some compress, it will be healed soon."
The deep and rich male voice was a little helpless and loose.
Yet it also carries an imperceptible ease and gentleness.
The corners of his mouth moved slightly, but not noticeably.
To be honest, they are all tall and strong warriors.
But compared with the two of them, Northam looks more "easy to bully".
After all, Ai Zhe is one of the strongest, tallest, and broadest-shouldered warriors in the camp.
But at this moment, the corners of his mouth were curled up, showing a bit of softness.
The handsome face also looked much calmer in the moonlight.
His handsome and refreshing profile has masculine edges and rigidity, and when his eyelashes droop, he has a touch of calm softness.
I picked up Onion who ran out of the nest, rubbed her head and stroked her ears.
Then he carefully stroked Onion's hair.
“Onions are so cute.”
The onion arched happily in his broad chest, as if he knew his father was the most handsome man in the camp.
Moreover, his father would save delicious food for him. Onion happily nudged himself into Aizhe's arms.
Northen covered his face angrily, gritting his teeth as he watched Aizhe holding Onion and kissing Onion's forehead.
I'm not even as good as a tuft of hair on Onion's dog's head!
Suddenly, Ai Zhe frowned and his hand holding the onion became a little unsteady.
"Goodnight, Onion."
After Ai Zhe said this, Onion seemed to understand Ai Zhe's instructions and jumped down and returned to its nest obediently.
Usually when Ai Zhe said this, she would go back to her nest and sleep on time.
Ai Zhe's hands and legs were shaking, as if they were suddenly out of his control.
"Um……"
He held onto the tree next to him, clutched his clothes tightly around his chest, took a deep breath, and eagerly came back to grab a stool to go into the house.
"I'm going back first."
Ai Zhe picked up the stool in a panic, breathing rapidly and grabbing the clothes on his chest.
She walked in a hurry, but couldn't hide the blush on her face and her panting.
It feels like I accidentally ate something wrong and feel uncomfortable.
In fact, he noticed a slight blush on the man's face since they sat in the yard.
But perhaps it wasn't the onset of the disease yet, so the man himself didn't notice it. He just felt a little hot and thought it was due to the weather.
But I couldn't tell what was wrong.
The man's cheeks and ears looked overheated, and his breathing was erratic. This must have been brewing since the afternoon.
Northam immediately chased after him regardless of everything.
The man noticed that Northam was following him and quickened his pace.
But Noson followed like crazy and forced his way in the moment the man closed the door.
At that moment, like a winner, he squeezed into the room of the man who was running hot with fever, panting eagerly...
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