Obedience

In order not to worry Vincent, Arthur kept hiding his going to the battlefield.It wasn't until the next morning that everything was sorted out that Vincent's face was squeezed to wake him up from his dream.

Vincent woke up reluctantly, sitting up sleepily with his messy hair.

"Vincent, listen carefully. I'm going on a long trip soon, and I don't think I'll be back until a week. You stay at home and don't go anywhere. I've already set up the cooking program for you. Just put the corresponding Just put the ingredients in. If you want to find me, you can use the communicator at home, understand?"

Vincent, who was still in a half-dream and half-awake, immediately woke up when he heard "Going out", opened his eyes wide and kept shaking his head, grabbed his sleeve and refused to let go.

He pulled out his hand vigorously, help the child to tidy up the messy curly hair with some helplessness, while coaxing softly:

"The battlefield is very dangerous. I don't have the energy to take care of you. Stay home and wait for me."

Vincent didn't seem to hear his words, he waved his hand away angrily, jumped off the bed and dressed in a hurry.

Such an aggressive reaction was completely unexpected to him, and he felt a dull pain in his temple.Before the situation got out of control, he could only pretend to be indifferent, and quickly turned and left as if nothing had happened.

When he got on the aircraft and was about to start it, the disheveled Vincent rushed over and slammed on his hatch.The cabin door was slammed with a bang, and the young man outside the door seemed to exert all his strength to prevent him from leaving.

After a while, Vincent ran to the aircraft to block his way, looked up at him through the glass window, his eyes were full of bewilderment.

Looking at that little face full of grievances, he couldn't bear it, but he could only make the worst decision, taking this vexatious guy home and locking him in the house.

As soon as he opened the hatch, Vincent threw himself into his arms without hesitation, his little face flushed red.He picked up Vincent by the waist and carried him on his shoulders, and walked home with a cold face without saying a word.

Vincent panicked, whimpered dissatisfied, and writhed non-stop.Seeing that he was still unmoved, he struggled with all his hands and feet, hitting his shoulder with one punch after another.

He suppressed Vincent's resistance with one hand, and entered the password of the security lock with the other.

After entering the house, he put Vincent down and walked out without any pause.

Vincent really panicked, and even his breathing became short of breath.Seeing Arthur trying to lock himself at home, he grabbed his hand in desperation and bit it hard without hesitation.

"you……"

He turned around in pain, and was about to get angry, but saw Vincent's thin shoulders trembling uncontrollably, helplessness written in his wide-open eyes, biting his lips tightly, and crystal tears fell down. .

He was silent.

Vincent wept softly, seeing that he was not angry, he took his hand timidly, and drew the same sentence on his palm over and over again with his fingers.

"Don't leave me"

"Please"

His heart twitched violently, his chest seemed to be filled with some heavy emotion, and it was extremely sore.

During the time they spent together, Vincent has always been obedient and obedient.Although she acted coquettishly on him from time to time, or did some childish pranks, she never got out of control like this.He remembered that even on the day when they first met, when he clasped Vincent's neck with his hands, intending to put the child to death, he had never seen such a flustered and terrified expression.

He took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, then bent down and hugged Vincent into his arms, gently following the child's thin back until the trembling gradually became weaker.

In this world, only Vincent belongs to him.And Vincent was the only one around.

Once the two people who have experienced loneliness and solitude taste the sweetness called dependence, it will penetrate deeply into the bone marrow like a poisonous drug, and they will no longer be able to break free.

He straightened up and looked at the boy in front of him.His fingertips brushed over his small chin, involuntarily tracing the contours of his cheeks, the arc of his nose tip, and the eyelashes wet with tears.Then, gently wipe away his tears.

Since when did this guy hold so much weight in his heart?

He smiled self-deprecatingly, and vigorously rubbed the messy hair on the top of the child's head.

"Let's go, time is running out."

Vincent was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he burst into a bright smile, and his jet-black pupils instantly shone brightly.

The child took two quick steps to keep up with his pace, holding his hand, as if he was afraid that he would regret it in the next second, his fingers were tightly intertwined.

The warm touch slowly penetrated into the body through the interlocking fingertips, and a comfortable feeling spread in the chest cavity.

That person designed the most exquisite senses for him, but he didn't know whether it was careless or deliberately, ignoring his body temperature regulation system, so that his body temperature remained constant at 34 degrees all year round without any change.

As if greedy for the warmth of that child, he couldn't help but tighten the hands he clasped.

He lowered his head and glanced at the smiling Vincent, wondering in his heart:

I like holding hands so much, won't he think my hands are too cold?

When he came to the aircraft, the child consciously climbed into the driver's seat and sat down obediently, as if that seat was his rightfully so.

The cockpit of an aircraft has always been exclusive to the owner, while the Servant can only sit in the co-pilot.The place next to him has been empty all this time, but now it is actually taken by this little guy.

He gave a bitter smile resigned to his fate, closed the hatch, turned sideways to help Vincent tidy up his messy collar, fastened the seat belt carefully, and repeatedly urged:

"When you get to the battlefield, you stay here and don't go out, understand? As long as you don't leave the aircraft, you are safe."

Vincent, who got his wish, looked very obedient, nodded solemnly, rolled his eyes and smiled.

He sighed softly, trying not to pay attention to the pestering child, and focused on starting the aircraft.

When the aircraft slowly left the ground, Vincent came over unexpectedly, kissed him on the cheek with a "chirp", then found a comfortable position by himself, and closed his eyes quietly.

His hands trembled, almost missing the steering wheel.

"I can't be led by this brat anymore..."

he thought silently.