Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Cat Head Are You Going to Kill Me?
Following her superior, she got into the passenger seat of the car and leaned back in the seat. The man walked around the front window and got in from the left side, and the seat automatically adjusted its position.
The man looked over and saw that her toes could not touch the ground. The seat height was not suitable for her. Her hands were clenched on her thighs, and her eyes were erratic. Knowing that she was scared, he reminded her: "Seat belt."
She came to her senses after hearing the sound and realized that she had forgotten. She pulled the webbing from the upper right side and pressed the buckle into the retractor on the left.
"Click," it locked.
The man leaned over, his coat forming several folds at the elbows. A fresh, light fragrance lingered on her left shoulder. She turned her head and found that their noses were only a few centimeters apart. She asked in surprise, "Sir?"
"Don't move."
The seat belt was pulled, and he was checking it. Feeling his breath on her neck, she tilted her head back, looked out the window, then tilted her head back to look into his downcast eyes.
Should she be thankful? Here, with them protecting her, a guide lacking the means to attack? She blinked, unsure what to think.
The man pressed the adjustment button on the left side of the seat. She felt the seat slowly lowering, her feet gradually flattening, her back tilting backward, and the headrest lowering and falling behind her head.
He raised his body slightly and saw that her face was pale and her expression was listless, which made him feel a little worried. When he got closer, he felt that her body temperature was a little warm. He reached out and covered her forehead with his hand. Fortunately, it was not hot.
She had to get used to these things. She was frozen in place, her body stiff, not like someone who had been trained. Maybe she should receive combat training, even if it didn't involve going out with the team, so that she would have an extra guarantee when danger came.
This deformed sentinel had just returned from the contaminated area and was mentally unstable. She was not allowed to approach the guide. She was determined to get rid of him and made an appointment to meet him privately for the last time, but he tried to kidnap her and take her out of the White Tower.
The guide tried to attack him with mental power, which is why she became like this and her mind became confused. Fortunately, she has been sent to the hospital for treatment and is not seriously injured.
His actions were against the law, and anyone who tried to harm a guide, for any reason, would be severely punished. But they were half-mad, and she seemed completely unaware of it, completely defenseless.
It is difficult for people who have been given sweet things to give up. She is too good to them, and he must observe and screen out those who are not healthy enough in advance.
There were also guides who were torn to pieces by mad sentries or taken into the wild and disappeared.
If you want to get along with them, you have to take the initiative yourself, from beginning to end, and know when to tighten the rope and when to give some rewards.
He looked into her glassy eyes, beautiful and fragile, and took out a steam eye mask from the storage compartment, tore open the package and handed it to her, "Go to sleep, I'll call you when I get home."
When she didn't respond, he called her name, and she suddenly turned her head, "Here, sir!"
"Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and relax for a moment."
She looked down and saw it, her mind was in a mess. After thinking about it, she nodded and took it.
The vehicle started and arrived at the checkpoint. A soldier stretched out his hand to stop the car. She leaned back in the seat and glanced over to see the officer handing over their ID cards. He looked inside the window and smelled a scent. It was a guide, wearing a black cloak and his eyes were out of focus.
Given what had just happened, he asked cautiously, "Where are you going and what are you doing?"
This is his duty, and he does it well. Shan Hao: "We'll have dinner at my house. My home address is on my ID, and I've registered it."
He read carefully, his eyes scanning every line of text. There were more and more vehicles behind him, and the road seemed long.
Xu Shanshan smiled, and the other party noticed her gaze and averted his eyes unexpectedly. "He is my superior. We want to go out for dinner. Is that a problem?"
The two of them were acting very affectionate, and he was somewhat envious. He returned the documents to them, raised his hand, and the barrier rose. "Have fun."
"Okay, thank you." She also stretched out her hand and waved. As the soldier walked away, the smile on her face disappeared and she turned around to look forward.
There is a controlled area outside the White Tower, which outsiders cannot enter. Only after passing the blockade line and the second inspection can one reach the area where the public lives.
Shan Hao had originally planned to take her out to see the night market and relax; it was lively there and she would probably enjoy it. But after what happened today, she was probably not in the mood.
The wide and smooth asphalt road is flanked by dense woods. There are checkpoints on the hillside. Not far away are collective dormitories and several scattered small houses.
She was tired of looking, and the eye mask in her hand was hot. She hung the straps behind her ears, blocking most of the light and making her vision dim. Lying down allowed her waist to relax and her breathing gradually became steady.
She fell asleep. Shan Hao turned his head to take a look at her, then turned back and continued driving.
The house wasn't far from the blockade. He drove up the ramp and into the garage, the iron door slowly closing behind him. The woman was fast asleep, a suspicious amount of saliva oozing from the corner of her mouth.
Rather than being nervous or panicky, he wanted her to look relaxed. His mood gradually improved, and he raised the corners of his mouth. He glanced at the time on the dashboard and decided to let her get some sleep.
When Xu Shanshan woke up, she found herself in an unfamiliar bedroom, lying on the large bed in her pajamas. She peeled back the covers, slipped into the slippers placed on the floor, and stood up. She looked around the room. The carpet was soft, and there was a knock on the door. Her heart sank.
"Are you awake?"
It was the commander. She breathed a sigh of relief, her shoulders slumping. Shiro tensed, "He's awake."
"The meal is ready."
"Okay." The footsteps left, and she walked out of the bedroom after washing.
She leaned forward, her head popped out, and then she walked out, gently closing the door. It was her first time visiting her leader's home, so she was a little nervous and looked around curiously.
There was an intelligent robot parked on the lower left. When it saw that she had figured it out, it resumed from standby mode and the screen changed from a loading circle to a wavy smiley face.
"Hello." She said softly, left to the right, stood on the second floor and looked down at the tall and spacious living room. A man wearing a black apron was walking back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room, and the table was gradually filled up.
She walked down the stairs, wanting to help. Shan Hao waved his hands repeatedly for her to sit down and wait, so she sat down to rest, leaning on the dining table with her hands, watching him busying around, she couldn't help but feel funny, a bit like a good husband and father, the kind of househusband who cooks at home.
To avoid being discovered, she raised her wrist to check her communications, but it was nothing but spam ads. The strap felt choking on her wrist, so she unbuckled it, slipped it off her wrist, and set it aside.
The man finished cleaning up and sat down, "Eat."
She held the chopsticks in her right hand, and suddenly a liquid flowed out of her body. The man's nostrils sniffed it. She guessed that he had noticed it, why at this moment, she put down the chopsticks embarrassedly and stood up.
"What's wrong?" He stood up nervously, pushed his chair away, walked to her side, and blocked the light.
"Where's the bathroom?"
She walked down the hallway to the room the man pointed to and unlocked the door.
"You're bleeding."
"Go out, I'll be alone for a while,"
The man was forced to leave the bathroom. The door was closed and locked. The ventilation was turned on and a buzzing sound was heard. She walked in, holding the wall. She sat down and felt the cold stimulation and gasped.
Damn, she took off her pants and saw the bottom of her underwear was stained bright red. She had her period. Fortunately, she never had period cramps, so she only had to deal with the menstrual blood.
Blood and gas spread out along the gaps between the door and the door frame, and between the floor tiles. The man took out the medicine box from the storage room, checked the shelf life of the painkiller bottles, shook them to listen to the sound, opened the lids to check the color, and also took out bandages and iodine.
The man stood outside the door with a serious expression, "Open the door and let me see."
"I'm fine," she said, her tone a little weak. "What are you looking at? You're not allowed to look." "I'm sorry, sir."
That wasn't what he wanted to hear. He was wondering where she was hurt. He told her not to be so stubborn. His hands gripped the edge of the medicine box, deforming the plastic frame. His heartbeat quickened. "Don't be silly."
The smell became stronger, like a heavy hemorrhage. The person inside remained silent. He decisively turned the handle downwards, but it was locked.
"I'm fine." She was afraid that he would burst in the next second, so she couldn't help but explain quickly, "I'm sorry to spoil your fun."
"Then tell me what's wrong with you."
She had no choice but to confess. She raised her voice a little, "Sir, I'm menstruating. Do you know about menstruation?"
The man's voice stopped, his movements stopped, he suddenly realized what had happened, his tone was unnatural, his ears turned red with shame, and he walked away.
The man walked through the corridor and the living room, and sat at the dining table, his eyes fixed on the bathroom at the end of the corridor. After a while, the sound of flushing was heard, followed by the sound of running water. Soon, the door opened a corner,
He knew about menstruation. Most of the female sentries in the army had irregular periods due to the intense training. As humans evolved, menstruation had become less of an issue for women. He was making a fuss about nothing.
But her aura made it difficult for him to control himself, and he could only think of other things to distract himself. The computer on the table suddenly vibrated, and the screen lit up. A message popped up, and soon several more came.
Who is looking for her?
He raised his hand, picked it up, held it in front of him, and slid the screen up and down. The general meaning was: I miss you, what are you doing, have you eaten, I am so tired from training today, do you like this angle?
Then a few photos came to him. Even without clicking on them, he could imagine what they were. The corners of his mouth fell, and he put the computer back where it was.
He was harassing her. Did she like such a sentinel? Shan Hao looked towards the bathroom door, his expression gradually becoming cold, and the light in his eyes became dim.
She used a paper towel to pad her discharge. Fortunately, her flow wasn't heavy that first day. She went out to buy more sanitary pads, pressed the flush valve, turned on the faucet, rubbed her hands clean, and dried her fingers. She pushed the door open and walked out.
Standing at this end of the corridor, the boss was sitting at the other end of the restaurant. He looked over with an unclear expression and said nothing.
What's going on?
She looked down at her changed clothes and mustered up her courage. She hadn't even questioned him yet, so how could he ask me?
This momentum gradually faded with every step she took, until she sat down on the chair and saw the light computer screen placed beside her light up and the cat head kept sending messages, and then it completely disappeared.
God wants to kill me.
Why did you send it at any other time? Why at this time? Are you trying to kill me, you cat head? She was roaring in her heart.
She raised her head stiffly, not daring to look him in the eye, but staring at the apron pocket on her chest. She didn't dare to think whether he saw it or not. He probably didn't see it, because the angle was upside down and he couldn't see the words clearly.
It was all frivolous and vulgar words. I reached out and turned it over, trying to pretend nothing had happened.
She reached out to pick up the chopsticks on the plate, and the man suddenly said, "Who is he?"
It's over. My prayers failed. I was exposed. I finally tried to do something bad, but I was found out so quickly. She responded a little dejectedly, trying to play dumb, "Huh?"
"Open it and hand it to me."
He looked calm on the surface, but she felt that he might have gone mad. Don't ask her how she knew that. The only reason she knew was that she had a similar dad and she had died miserably when her online relationship was discovered.
If he were to see the message inside again, it would be disastrous. He took a rare breath and refused, "No."
The hot dishes were emitting a fragrant aroma, and the light shone on their faces. Her stomach growled, breaking the silent atmosphere. She smelled the aroma of meat, saliva was secreted in her mouth, and her lips moved.
She was hungry, and the man realized this. He raised the cup and poured a glass of white sake into it. It tasted sweet and had almost no taste of alcohol.
Considering that she was on her period, he handed her a glass of water, then without saying anything, picked up his chopsticks and the two of them ate in silence.
The dining atmosphere became tense. The culprit was still stirring up trouble. The light brain was still vibrating from time to time. She was fed up with it. She raised her hand, clicked on the chat interface, and typed:
【I don’t want to see it, please don’t post it again! 】
She looked up and realized she had sent the message to the wrong person, "Green-Eyed Dog." The other person replied with a question mark. Sighing, she frustratedly switched the scene mode to silent, helplessly holding her face to shield her eyes.
"You don't like these?" Shan Hao picked up a piece of pork ribs. "Eating some meat can help you grow taller."
He just casually picked up food for her and slowly piled it into her bowl, as if he really believed that she could still grow taller.
Because the boss was a good cook and everything he cooked looked delicious, she followed him down the stairs and finished eating.
"Have some soup?"
She shook her head and refused. There was too much in her bowl to eat. "I'm full."
The man then displayed his prowess, devouring the remaining dishes on the table like a whirlwind, leaving her stunned. "Sentry, do you have such a big appetite? And she's still offering to treat us? This is going to bankrupt her."
Then he took her bowl and finished it as if nothing had happened. She was shocked and said, "Don't eat my leftovers, sir. Is Baita so poor?"
The man finished his meal, stood up and put the plates and bowls into the dishwasher. After cleaning up, he took off his apron and put his hands out of his coat sleeves.
"Go back to the bedroom and change your clothes. Your clothes should be dry by now. I've asked someone to buy some sanitary products and they'll be delivered shortly. After you're done, I'll take you back."
She asked carefully, "Did you change my clothes?"
The man turned his face away and said, "It was replaced by a robot, don't worry."
Her feet were glued to the ground and she didn't move. The man turned around, buttoned his shirt, and looked back to see that she hadn't moved yet. Wasn't she going to chat with someone else?
"What's wrong?"
With his fingers interlocked and his head held high, he spoke haltingly, "Sir, I see you're not in a good mood."
The man didn't deny it, so she continued, "I don't want you to be in a bad mood."
"You don't want to go back?"
She nodded. "I don't feel safe there."
"No, I'll take you back to the dormitory. The entire floor is guarded, so you won't be in danger."
"No," she refused again, and the man looked at her in confusion. She looked into his eyes and said, "I want to stay, as long as you take me back tomorrow morning."
"Tomorrow is a day off."
Well, she forgot that, and she said coyly, "Can I stay? I have something to tell you."
"Can."
The doorbell of the yard rang, and the man walked to the door, looked back at her, opened the door and walked out.
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