Chapter 51: The little hands are not very clean
Brandon and Lorraine said before they set off that this was actually just a test operation.
This time, the team brought the new weapon platform to explore the outer area of Zewo Ruined Valley for the first time.
If progress is not going well or if they are attacked unexpectedly, they will immediately terminate the mission and quickly retreat.
It’s okay to fail. The key is to try and fail, and prepare for subsequent operations.
But even so, Ai Zhe still found it difficult to relax, and he sat at the entrance of the tent.
His face was tense as he looked at some weapon platform operating instructions Sting had sent him.
He was never afraid of charging into battle, but he was afraid that the command level would make hasty decisions and the frontline soldiers would have to face all the risks.
Brandon and Lorraine will also come in person this time.
But it will arrive two days late, and the front-line fighter group must set off first.
The wind outside the tent brought a slight heat wave, making the tent cloth rustle.
After Northen sat down, he carefully wiped the sweat off Aizhe's face with a clean cloth, then moved closer to him.
His hand came over quietly and naturally held Ai Zhe's hand.
Ai Zhe raised his head from reading the briefing, gave him an unpleasant look, and pulled his hand back.
Northen pretended not to see it, looking at the sky that had turned black as if nothing had happened, and his hand slipped past as if nothing had happened.
He held Ai Zhe's hand again.
Ai Zhe was too lazy to resist. Noson was extremely thick-skinned. Even if he slapped Noson's hand a hundred times, he would still reach out and hold his hand.
Noson was as stubborn as a bull.
Ai Zhe lowered his head and squinted at the contact between the fingers of Northen's hand that was holding his.
"I have a feeling that I will be with you until the last second of this world."
Northam spoke with his usual frivolous tone, his eyes sparkling.
In this extremely dangerous world where the last second of life may come at any time, such bright eyes full of hope and vitality are precious.
Ai Zhe didn't respond, but just kept his eyelids drooping and remained silent.
Northam suddenly became unhappy.
"Can you say more than ten sentences a day?" He curled his lips and said in a sour tone.
Ai Zhe still ignored him and continued to read the briefing on the communication.
"Hey... live one day at a time."
Northam muttered softly, shrugged, and lay down.
The two of them had their magnetic knives and high-pressure shells placed on one side of the tent.
Use it for defense or confrontation at any time.
Everything around gradually fell silent.
Noson had already lain down, turned over, put his hands behind his head, and looked at Aizhe.
Ai Zhe was still sitting there reading the briefing, his back straight.
"God damn it, come to bed."
The feet wrapped in the special cooling backpack gently kicked Ai Zhe.
Outside the tent, several strange fireflies flickered and burned in the grass. The scenery was strange and beautiful, and the atmosphere seemed a little peaceful.
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In another tent not far away.
A young man named Bellandi returned from nowhere.
In a moment when they didn't notice, he quietly crossed the edge of the camp and walked into the tent next to it that was supposed to be empty.
His movements were like following a routine, precise and unconscious.
He sat down, expressionless and with a gloomy face, like an emotionless puppet.
It was dim in the tent. A small shelled spider poked its head out from between his collars, its legs vibrating slightly as it communicated with him in ancient insect language.
His golden eyes widened quietly, flashing with a light that did not belong to humans.
"It seems that the sound waves in their weapons used to counter us are a fusion of acoustic pulses and fiber membranes."
He didn't open his mouth, only a strange vibration came from his throat, and he communicated in a low voice with the spider on his shoulder.
The small shelled spider was clinging to his shoulder, vibrating slightly.
He continued to exchange reconnaissance opinions with him using sound waves that humans could not interpret.
He sat in the tent with a serious expression, and his eyes and brows concealed a kind of almost cold silence.
Apparently, the Zeta and Blacklight members near the camp hadn't noticed that he had just quietly left and returned.
If he doesn't come back tonight, no one will find him.
But at this moment, he suddenly returned, lurking here like a ghost, just to come back and be closer to that man.
He just learned that the man was alone in the tent.
But for some reason, there was a strange noise suddenly coming from the man's tent.
The movements were so violent that it seemed as if someone was fighting.
Then, another clearer voice of a boy begging for mercy was heard.
"Brother, I was wrong... Don't chase me away. I'm afraid of ghosts at night..."
The expression on the white-haired boy's face suddenly darkened and his pupils suddenly shrank.
It was as if torn into an extremely thin thread, and a cold white light flashed in the golden eyes for a moment.
At that moment, his face was distorted for a second as if it had been cut by a knife.
It turned out to be that person.
The muscles tensed slightly, and the joints made a crisp "crackling" sound.
As soon as Ai Zhe lay down, Noson immediately hugged him, wishing he could use him as a pillow.
The small tent was instantly filled with two tall bodies.
Fortunately, the tent was equipped with a small air conditioner, otherwise the place would have been stuffy and maddening.
Northen's hands and feet were not very clean. He clung to us all the way, using both his hands and feet, and his skin was thicker than his armor.
Aizhe kicked him away, and Noson came up again.
He had just said that he was sleepy and asked Ai Zhe to go to sleep quickly, saying that Ai Zhe had been sitting at the entrance of the tent and disturbing his sleep.
As soon as Ai Zhe lay down, he immediately became energetic again, as if some hormones were injected into his body.
The hand touched it for a while and was knocked away countless times.
After a short pause, he leaned his head on Ai Zhe's shoulder again and asked in a sweet voice.
"Did you miss your medicine tonight?"
He suddenly leaned in close, exhaled hot breath, and brought it close to my ear with a hint of provocation.
Ai Zhe nudged him with his backhand and hit his chest firmly with his elbow. Noson gritted his teeth in pain and hugged him even tighter.
His hands were restlessly rubbing around Ai Zhe's body.
Ai Zhe has indeed been taking his medicine on time recently and has not had any abnormal attacks, but Northen's random hints... he has to make Northen suffer.
He pried Northen's hands apart.
To outsiders, their tents looked incredibly complex and moving.
Sometimes he was thrashing about, sometimes gasping for breath, sometimes begging for mercy, no one knew why.
"Okay, okay, I won't touch you anymore."
Noson laughed softly and put his arms around Aizhe's waist from behind.
"Let me tell you a story."
"Once upon a time, there was a warrior who encountered a particularly fierce goblin during an expedition."
"Although this goblin has sharp teeth and a sharp tongue, his skin is very tender... Especially his collarbone, which trembles when touched."
"Warrior wanted to test whether he was really sensitive, so he touched his collarbone."
"Guess what? What happened after the warrior touched the goblin's collarbone?"
Noson leaned close to Aizhe's ear and whispered.
"Do you want to touch the male demon's collarbone yourself and see what happens?"
They were so close that he could tell Northam's testosterone was surging, no matter where it was.
It is said that hormones between two men can be contagious.
Ai Zhe seemed to be infected.
He hadn't had close contact with Northam for many days.
He's a man, he has needs.
He took a breath, a little uncontrollably, his breathing began to quicken, and he tried to pry Northen's fingers apart.
But Noson also told him with his rapid breathing and heavy panting not to push him away, because he also needed something.
Noson moved a little more vigorously, his mouth close to his ear, and his breath was hot.
"Um……"
Ai Zhe's breathing gradually became rapid, his body slightly tense, something was not right, and he began to want to stay away from Northen.
Northen's eyes darkened, and he took advantage of this opportunity to suddenly turn Aizhe over and hold him to sit on him.
With thin clothing between them, he began to rhythmically imitate some intimate movements, gently moving his body back and forth.
Ai Zhe was gasping for breath and his back felt numb.
He held onto Northam's chest and bit his lower lip to prevent his voice from leaking out.
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