Yi Mu knew he was being controlled, and the feeling was strange.
He still has his own consciousness and is still quite clear-headed.
He knew he had left the room and headed straight for Zong Ao's room without the slightest hesitation.
His body contorted into a strange shape, and the thing controlling him reached out and groped his chest hard, as if searching for something.
Soon, Yi Mu realized he was wrong.
His hand involuntarily reached for his buttocks, pinched them, and involuntarily made a series of hissing sounds, as if he was quite satisfied.
Even though he knew it was wrong to break into someone else's room at night, Yi Mu couldn't control his body.
She opened the door and approached Zong Ao's bed step by step.
At this point, he still didn't know what the person controlling his body was going to do.
Zong Ao was surprisingly calm; his voice showed no sign of panic, and was even more composed than before.
"Why aren't you asleep yet? Do you need something?"
Yi Mu was extremely embarrassed and wanted to reply, but he couldn't move his mouth.
He seemed oblivious to Zong Ao's guarded demeanor, walked to the bedside, and stiffly raised his hand, aiming at Zong Ao's face.
At this point, Zong Ao had a pretty good idea of what had happened.
This kid is actually that kind of person.
Zong Ao knew that such people existed in the military, but he turned a blind eye and pretended not to know.
He didn't find homosexuality disgusting, but he wouldn't actively try to get close to them either, since he was essentially a straight man.
Zong Ao put the stick away, stood up, grabbed Yi Mu's outstretched hand, and said in a deep voice, "Are you still half asleep? I'll take you back."
Yi Mu did not resist and obediently let him hold his hand. But when they reached the door, he suddenly struggled.
Zong Ao didn't take it to heart. The next second, he was violently thrown against the door.
He is 1.9 meters tall and has a strong physique.
I don't know how that little brat Yi Mu did it, he was incredibly strong, he grabbed the back of his head and pressed him down.
A strange tone, a mixture of male and female voices, rang in his ears, filled with endless resentment: "General, I have waited for you for many years."
Why don't you come looking for me? My heart is truly frozen solid.
Encountering something like this in the dead of night is truly terrifying.
Zong Ao had countless ways to get out of this predicament, but fearing he might hurt Yi Mu, he tried to reason with the creature in a polite and respectful manner.
"Let me go first."
As if he hadn't heard, Yi Mu's actions became even more excessive, his cheek pressed against Zong Ao's face in a tender and affectionate manner.
He uttered a tone that was both sad and happy, as if he were flirting with him, and his calves coiled around Zong Ao like snakes.
Veins bulged on Zong Ao's forehead; he no longer cared whether he would accidentally injure Yi Mu, that unlucky fellow.
He grabbed Yi Mu by the back of his collar and forcefully pulled him off his body, taking the initiative and slamming him against the door with a loud thud.
The commotion was quite loud and woke up several staff members.
Several grown men stood at their respective doorways, sleepily peering into Zong Ao's room, and shouted, "Zong Ao, what's wrong?"
Zong Ao felt he had almost got Yi Mu under control, so he said to the others, "It's alright, just get up at night to relieve yourself."
The group stopped thinking about it.
Zong Ao released Yi Mu and frowned at him: "What's wrong with you?"
Yi Mu remained silent, and just when Zong Ao thought he had recovered, he suddenly heard a unique sobbing sound.
He doesn't understand drama, but as a national treasure, he always knows a little about it.
After being released, Yi Mu raised his head, his eyes glistening with tears.
A mournful, plaintive operatic tone emanated from her throat, indistinct and barely audible. It seemed as if a thousand words were unspoken, yet all were contained within a sob.
To be honest, it was a bit creepy, but for some reason, Zong Ao just stood there without moving.
After a long while, Yi Mu stopped speaking.
Zong Ao waited for him to explain, but instead he heard a voice that made his heart flutter: "My lord."
Zong Ao was a rough man who studied science from high school to university and later became a soldier. You really couldn't expect him to have much of a sense of romance.
But he could hear extreme sadness in that hoarse voice.
It's as if you've waited and hoped for so long, only to end up heartbroken, desolate, and utterly alone.
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