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The house has two floors and many rooms, most of which are reserved for the staff who work here.But now everyone has withdrawn, only the two of them are left.Lin Xuanhe nestled in his usual sleeping room, still reading that book.The night was already deep, and he was very sleepy, but after he said it several times, Huo Zheng didn't intend to leave.

Lin Xuanhe couldn't help but sneer in his heart.Why did General Huo just listen to those people?Said to follow him every step of the way, is it really sticking to him like a dog's skin plaster?

"General, I'm going to rest, please leave?"

He finally spoke clearly.

Huo Zheng stood up, his voice still soft, "Okay."

He walked to the door, turned his head back, hesitated for a while, and smiled nervously under Lin Xuanhe's bored eyes, "Don't call me General, I'm not a general... Just call me Ah Zheng..."

Seeing Lin Xuanhe ignoring him, Huo Zheng murmured: "Good night."

He went out and closed the door.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Lin Xuanhe always felt that after Huo Zheng left, the smell in the room was clear.

He tried to sniff the air, trying to prove that it was not an illusion.However, after the nose was filled with the fragrance of flowers, Lin Xuanhe blushed and stopped this stupid behavior.He turned off the light, covered himself with a quilt, tossed and turned, and a thought floated up: Unexpectedly, General Huo Zheng's pheromone smelled like gardenia.

He couldn't help thinking along this thought all the way.

Lin Xuanhe never thought that one day Huo Zheng would become like this.He admired Huo Zheng as much as the people, and even many students in the First Military Academy worshiped General Huo Zheng to the point of fanaticism.

They study the war images sent by the general from the front line; the photos of the general are printed in the textbooks, and the teacher will talk about his tactical concepts; the No. 1 machine in the mecha simulation room, which the general used for training, will always be occupied by people staying up late; before the exam Everyone habitually went to Xijin Garden to bury a seed - General Huo's pre-examination habit back then.

The West Brocade Garden is now flourishing with vegetation, and everyone will think when they walk through the path, that a certain flower or plant passing by may have been planted by General Huo back then.They were proud of each other, so their backs straightened even more.

Lin Xuanhe suddenly thought that there are so few gardenias in Xijin Garden. Every spring, the white petals flutter in the wind, and the fragrance is fragrant.

He would love to go back to school.

Lin Xuanhe buried her face in the pillow.He memorized the history of empires for a long time but couldn't take the final exam; he made an appointment with the first grader to go to the simulation room 1V1 on the day after all the subjects were tested; he originally planned to sign up for practice in the next semester and actually go to the battlefield—even if it was a marginal battlefield.

The pain and shame of shattered dreams made him want to drag someone to hate.

But should that person be Huo Zheng?

Lin Xuan got up in the morning and wanted to go to the kitchen to get something to eat for herself.

His eyes were a little swollen, his throat was dry and hoarse, and he felt weak.He walked to the living room and found Huo Zheng curled up on the sofa with only a blanket covering him.Like a child, he folded his arms together and curled up into a ball.

Lin Xuanhe felt sour.

He cooked some porridge, one for himself and one for Huo Zheng.

Lin Xuanhe brought the porridge to the coffee table, and Huo Zheng had already woken up, with surprise on his face.

"Be careful." Lin Xuanhe handed the porridge to Huo Zheng. Huo Zheng held the porridge in both hands, pursed his lips and blew away the heat, and took a small sip.Taking another sip, he showed Lin Xuanhe that innocent, pure and joyful smile, and said foolishly, "It's so sweet."

Lin Xuan and the corners of her lips curved up unconsciously.However, after realizing that he was laughing, he quickly picked up the bowl and took a sip of the porridge to cover it up, but suddenly the tip of his tongue hurt from being burned, and with a "hiss", the bowl dropped from his hand and hit the coffee table, cracking.

Huo Zheng was taken aback.After reacting, he immediately put the bowl away, leaned over and held Lin Xuanhe's face, and blew on him. Seeing that Lin Xuanhe closed his mouth to avoid him, he became anxious, "Stick out your tongue! , it’s hot, blow it on and it’ll be fine.”

"I'm fine!"

Lin Xuanhe broke free and ran back to the room as if fleeing.

He closed the door, pressed his face against the cold door, and gasped for breath.

It's so hot.

The cheek touched by those big palms was hot, and the heart was also hot.

He remembered that the paper matched the numbers in the book.

Think of the coming estrus.

His reaction is physiologically uncontrollable.

Changing to any Alpha, it can easily make him feel ups and downs, every little touch makes him unable to help himself, and makes him fall into the known trap step by step.And he has nowhere to hide.

Huo Zheng knocked lightly on the door.

Lin Xuanhe didn't make a sound.

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.

There was no answer for a long time, it seemed that he was really afraid of accidents, the louder Huo Zheng knocked on the door, he seemed to want to hit the door.Lin Xuanhe lowered his head in frustration, and squeezed out a voice: "...I'm fine."

It was quiet outside.

Lin Xuanhe thought he was gone, but Huo Zheng suddenly said: "I cleaned up the living room. Are you hungry? They gave me two candies and said that if you are unhappy, you can give them to you. You will like it." .”

Lin Xuanhe did not respond to him.

Huo Zheng said loudly: "If you don't eat it, then I will eat it."

After a while, there was really the sound of peeling off the candy wrapper.

Lin Xuanhe was unmoved.

"It's very sweet, it's orange flavored. There's only one left, do you really want it?"

The door opened.

Huo Zhengyang laughed, and spread out his palms as if asking for credit, two candies lay in his palms, like two small planets cuddling together.

Lin Xuanhe sat cross-legged on the bed and asked Huo Zheng to sit too.

He put the two candies that Huo Zheng gave him on the bedside table, trying to ignore Huo Zheng's disappointed eyes.

"Do you know who you are?" He looked at the steely man who appeared in battlefield materials, news, and textbooks, his face was fragile and innocent.

He answered honestly, "Huo Zheng."

"Do you know how old you are?"

He counted with his fingers, "Twenty? Thirty? I can't remember."

"Do you remember anything?"

Huo Zheng stared blankly at Lin Xuanhe, and when Lin Xuanhe wanted to change the question, Huo Zheng trembled as if he had been stabbed by something.Then came violent spasms and convulsions.Huo Zheng rolled off the bed, holding his head in pain.

Lin Xuanhe was startled, went down and pressed his arms, and said in a panic, "What's wrong? What's wrong? If you can't remember it, don't think about it..."

Huo Zheng inhaled, sobbed, and hugged Lin Xuanhe.

With his chin resting on Lin Xuan and his shoulders, he whispered, choked up, and mumbled, "...he... is dead."

"Who?" Lin Xuanhe subconsciously asked.

Huo Zheng shook his head and said sobbingly: "I don't remember."

They hugged each other quietly and motionlessly for a while.

Huo Zheng suddenly moved to Lin Xuanhe's neck, took a deep breath, "You are so sweet," he licked cautiously, "it seems sweeter than orange candy."

In fact, Lin Xuanhe didn't quite know what he smelled like.

He only felt that he was surrounded by gardenia fragrance, he was in a trance, and his fingertips were numb.

He hasn't been in heat.He doesn't know what a rut is like.

Maybe that's how it is now.

He wanted to push Huo Zheng away as before.

But the arms were weaker than he imagined.

A cluster of flames ignited from the bottom of his heart, making him feel scared.

His voice became hoarse and soft: "... Huo Zheng."

Huo Zheng seemed to have sensed something was wrong, he let go of his arms and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

After Lin Xuanhe was let go, instead of feeling relieved, she felt cold.He stood up slowly... As soon as he stood up, the strange feeling behind him became more obvious.His legs were slightly weak.He sat on the bed and looked at Huo Zheng in a daze.

To drive him out, or let him... come up?

Can he dodge it?

Can you escape your instinct?I escaped this time, what about the next time?

"You...do you feel anything?" He asked Huo Zheng.

"It's a bit uncomfortable."

Lin Xuanhe let out a low "Oh".Also smiled.He tilted his head and thought for a while, then asked: "Do you still remember...do you have someone you like? I like someone very much...I like him so much that I want to mark him..."

Huo Zheng looked at Lin Xuanhe blankly, "mark?"

Lin Xuanhe looked at Huo Zheng silently.

He felt like slush under the scorching sun, rapidly melting into water.

It was difficult for Lin Xuanhe to admit that his heart was—no, it was his whole body clamoring for something.

He reached out and touched the soft, slightly protruding flesh on the back of his neck.

With just a slight touch, his unstable will collapsed like a snow mountain.

He said to Huo Zheng in a soft tone that he had never had in his life: "Come here."

With the ultimate trembling longing, and the same trembling cry.