Chapter 159 Making Trouble
Chizhi's fingers pressed on the handle.
There was a rustling sound of fabric behind me.
She responded randomly and then asked the man behind her in a low voice.
"Commander, are you dressed?"
The inexplicably familiar sweet and fishy smell mixed with sea salt spread out densely, and was violently controlled by the man's consciousness, throwing the chaotic pheromones back into his body.
no.
He can't do that.
Before he was destroyed by disaster, he once asked his mother.
"What do I have to do so that Qianzhi will belong to me?"
The silver-haired woman looked at him with pity and tenderness.
"When you know how to control yourself; when you want to plunder like crazy, but dare not move an inch in front of her; when jealousy gnaws at you, but you only want her to be happy."
"Will she belong to me then?" he asked eagerly.
"No, my child, you will find that you love her." The woman smiled.
"Love will be something more gentle than dependence on others." She stroked his forehead gently and watched his black body disappear from her fingertips.
"And at that time, you will be happy."
Love? Happiness?
He is not human and does not have the ability to possess such things.
Can something like him also have happiness?
But he did feel two forces pulling at his heart.
On one hand, she was clamoring for possession, while on the other hand, she was sighing and asking him to let her go.
Restraining her will make her feel disgusted and painful.
Making her feel pain was more tragic and painful than feeling his own death.
so.
The man took back all the mental energy and pheromones that were dissipating outside.
Lower your eyes, clench your teeth, and cage the roaring beast in your heart.
"Okay." He replied to her in a low voice, staring at her as she slowly opened the door. Like the light that he could not catch, it escaped from the crack of the door.
The bitten tip of the tongue exuded a bloody smell.
Leon stared at his fingers that were trembling due to restraint.
If letting go is called "love", he has been able to do it.
——Mom, am I doing well?
Outside the door.
Rand's gloomy expression disappeared the moment the girl appeared.
He smiled broadly, lightly put his arm around Qianzhi's wrist, and pulled her away from the door.
"Didn't I say I dropped something—" Qianzhi asked in confusion.
"Yes, yes, I left it in the medical room. It's not convenient for me to get it." He winked at her playfully and turned on the screen again. "Yeah, it's time for dinner."
He coaxed her like a child.
"Let's go eat first and then get something, okay?"
Seeing the girl's eyes light up when she heard about dinner, he smiled and rubbed her hair, then turned to a corner where she couldn't see him, and with a gloomy look, he pulled her away from the room.
Ian waited impatiently, and repeatedly stared at his tall and slender self in the glass. Suddenly, he became more and more dissatisfied.
After so many sleepless days, he even forgot whether he had shaved cleanly, whether there were bloodshot eyes, and whether his military uniform was as wrinkle-free as before.
Although Commander Claude's subordinates repeatedly emphasized that Chizhi was well protected by them, he was still alert and nervously worried.
Why hasn't she shown up yet?
Is she being controlled by them?
Or does she think the Federation commander is better and doesn't want them anymore?
The powerful marshal would always be anxious and worried in front of the girl, and even his proud chest would rise and fall violently because of the short wait.
Until that petite figure, wearing a light pink dress, rubbing her sleepy eyes, appeared at the door.
The moment she saw Ian, her almond-shaped eyes opened wide.
The girl ran over like a young swallow returning to the forest and rushed into the arms of the man who had already bent down and opened his arms to her.
"Ian! You're finally here!" He heard the girl's trusting and joyful call.
The unspeakable pain and despair of these days finally disappeared at this moment. The man couldn't help but hug Qianzhi in his arms and restrainedly kissed her forehead.
"Well, Qianqian, I'm here." He murmured, hugging her tighter.
Under his fingers were her slender shoulders, in his arms was her soft body, and he measured her inch by inch with his eyes.
She seemed to have lost some weight and hadn't gotten enough rest. There was a little bruise under her beautiful eyes.
It's all his fault for not protecting her well.
"As you can see, Marshal, Guide Qianzhi is safe and sound." Lyon, who was also wearing a military uniform, walked towards them.
He deliberately dressed much more formally than Ian.
It was as if I was revealing to Qianzhi intentionally or unintentionally. Look, I am much stronger than the person you are holding in your arms.
Leon's dark eyes curved into a smile, but his eyes were cold, and even his tone of voice was a little cold.
His little dodder, who was so wary of him, would appear relaxed and happy in front of other men.
It was as if a large bucket of corrosive concentrated sulfuric acid had been poured into his stomach, irritating his throat and making his eyes itchy and sore.
The light and sweet floral scent was polluted by such an artificial and unpleasant mint smell, which was so sour that it made his nose feel uncomfortable.
He had prepared himself mentally to remain rational even if Qianzhi was held in the arms and kissed by another man.
But just a hug, the violent pheromones and spirit almost broke through his body.
Leon even heard the sound of scales tearing through fabric beneath his shirt.
Do you like the Empire so much?
Do you hate him so much?
Ian smiled politely, but his embrace around Qianzhi remained as strong as ever, even pressing her little head against his chest.
"You have given shelter to our guide. The Soltz Empire will be grateful."
Their guide?
Leon's jaw was clenched tightly, and his narrow eyes seemed to be smiling.
"Your guide is worthy of being called an imperial treasure. His ability to soothe the mind is unmatched. He can even sort out my uncontrollable pheromones caused by my manic depression."
Ian's eyebrows twitched.
The blending and combing of pheromones is not soothing, there is a certain ambiguous distance.
The girl opened her eyes wide and shook her head in Ian's arms.
"Commander, you must have remembered it wrongly. I was just giving you some mental comfort and didn't sort out your pheromones."
Even if Commander's control and perception of pheromones and mental power have become somewhat poor, he shouldn't be so confused.
She didn't cheat! This is slander!
Although Ian's possessiveness was not as strong as others, she did not want him to think that she had done anything wrong to him.
Ian's stern expression softened when Qianzhi's restless little claws grabbed his collar.
Although he was jealous, he believed in his little girl.
Moreover, the half-smile on the face of the man in front of him seemed to be secretly competing with him.
It's like this little dodder flower was blown to the Federation by the wind and should be planted in the Federation's garden.
A small smile played on Ian's lips.
It is polite on the surface, but contempt in secret.
Don't even think about it.
He wouldn't mind uprooting the entire garden of the Federation.
"Ah, really?" The handsome commander lowered his deep brows and stared closely at Ian's arm that was hugging Qianzhi, as if his gaze could turn into a knife and chop off his arm and shoulder that was touching Qianzhi.
"It's true that I've been sleeping for too long and my ability to discern has decreased." Leon's gaze fell on Qianzhi's profile, which was only slightly exposed, and he showed a smile that seemed to be conciliatory but was actually jealous.
"But Chizhi still likes my spirit body very much, right? You even touched my tail and praised it for being beautiful."
Leon: I'm going to cause trouble.
Ian: Hah.
Qianqian: I feel like I might not have time to sleep tonight...
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