mech warriors have no love

César raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to look at Lancelot.

His eyes are clear and bright, always exuding innocence, like a child, but really not a child, his whole body is full of attractive aura.

The marshal's eyes were burning. Seeing his attractive expression, he couldn't help pecking his lips a few more times, enjoying the beauty that was only shown to him under this indifferent appearance, and only belonged to him. with softness.

César was tickled by his nibbling and kissing, and there was a little smile in his eyes, and he asked slowly: "Well, I want to see it, how do you see it?"

Lancelot stroked down the young man's smooth and beautiful waistline, his eyes were deep: "Try?"

César grabbed his groping hand, looked down, lowered his head, kissed his wrist with warm lips, and then kissed the back of his hand.

Lancelot's breathing became tight.

The corners of César's lips were slightly bent, he held one of his hands, and leaned into his arms, with a light voice: "Don't make trouble, I haven't slept for seven days..."

Before the words fell, he had already closed his eyes, nodded his head little by little, and fell into a deep sleep, enveloped in Lancelot's breath with peace of mind.

Lancelot: "..."

It just so happened that Lucy came back, and looked sympathetically at the master who was holding Cesare stiffly all over his body: "Lord Lancelot, I just detected that Lord Cesar's mental exhaustion has reached the critical point, according to the spirit of a normal person In terms of state, it is very rare for him to be awake when he sees you, so I suggest that you do not wake him up forcibly for your own animal desires."

Lancelot said with a black face: "Am I that kind of person?"

Looking at his face, Lucy was worried that he would be demolished, so he swallowed the word "you are".

It's a pity that the honest Jijia couldn't tell a lie, the atmosphere was awkwardly silent for a few seconds, and he could only ask thoughtfully: "Do you need a tranquilizer?"

Lancelot said blankly: "No need."

"Then you put down Master César? There is a rest room next to it."

Lancelot said decisively: "Don't let go."

After parting for such a long time, holding it in the palm of your hand is not enough, so let go?It's fine if you don't have it in your pocket.

The gloomy-faced big bad wolf took the little rabbit who was sleeping soundly in his arms, entered the lounge, and put him on the bed.

César was in a deep sleep, as if he had sensed something, he clutched Lancelot's clothes uneasily.

Lancelot kissed his forehead and coaxed him in a low voice: "Hey, I won't go, sleep well. Baby, you've worked hard."

César was slightly satisfied.

Lucy flew in after him, saw Lancelot taking off his shoes and going to bed, holding Cesare in his arms like a precious ancestor, and said wordlessly, "Are you sure you want to rest with Lord Cesare in your arms?"

Lancelot said lazily: "I am willing. I will sleep with the baby for a while, and call me when we arrive."

Lucy calmly pointed out that something was wrong: "Lord Lancelot, can you really sleep?"

Lancelot: "..."

"If you keep congested all the time, it may have certain negative effects on your body, such as..."

Lancelot grabbed a pillow and threw it directly: "Get out."

Lucy flew out regretfully.

Only then did Lancelot look down at César who was sleeping peacefully in his arms with an innocent face.

The slightly curly black hair stuck to the snow-white face, and finally there was some blood on the handsome face, the thick long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the eyes, breathing very lightly, and sleeping soundly.

"...Little goblin." Lancelot murmured, feeling that he was going through the cruelest will training in his life, feeling pain and joy, shook off the quilt and rolled César, and sighed.

César hadn't slept so soundly in a long time.

He felt that he had slept for a long time. Normally, he would not allow himself to be so indulgent, but when he was with Lancelot, there always seemed to be something different.

During the more than ten days of searching for fragments, he leaned on the operating table at most, closed his eyes and took a small rest for three to ten minutes, pinching the time, not more than a second.

Even disregarding Micah's jumping feet to stop him, he injected drugs many times to keep his mind awake.

He didn't dare close his eyes, fearing that he might miss any trace of Lancelot.

Fortunately, God finally took pity on him once, and the last thing he found was the complete Lancelot.

After a sleepless night, César woke up from sleep and opened his eyes in a daze. The first thing he saw was not Lancelot, but the furball squatting beside his pillow and holding hands, sighing.

A big white doll was stuffed in his arms, and César looked at the doll, then at the fur ball.

Fuqiuwuwuwu: "My little César, during the period of my deep sleep, have you been eaten and wiped out by that old hooligan, woooooooo..."

The magic sound filled his ears, and he closed his eyes numbly, feeling that he might be having a nightmare.

Or sleep a little longer, and after a little more sleep, you will see Lancelot when you open your eyes.

He had just closed his eyes and hadn't fallen asleep again when footsteps came from outside, from far to near, and finally stopped by the bed.

"What a beautiful little prince." The speaker said with a smile, "You have been cursed by the queen's evil, let me wake you up with a kiss."

As he spoke, César felt his lips warm up, and the familiar breath lingered in his nose, but the pure kiss in the fairy tale gradually deepened, and the seductive fiery lips and tongue entangled his, and he was defeated when he attacked the city. Out of breath and ultimately defeated.

He froze without opening his eyes.

The handsome knight looked at the little prince whose eyelashes were flickering and trembling in distress, bit his earlobe and asked in a low voice, "Since the kiss can't wake me up, how about I use a deeper method?"

The little prince woke up immediately with fright.

Well, the fairy tale ends perfectly.

Cesare opened his eyes and hugged Lancelot's neck.

Lancelot took him into his arms as a matter of course, holding his little butt like holding a child.César has grown a lot, but he still doesn't look good enough in front of the Marshal.

Leaning lazily on Lancelot's chest, César didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this. He glanced around and found that it was a rather simple dormitory.

"This is a hidden space supply station. It has been abandoned for a long time, and few people know about it." Lancelot walked out of the room slowly, introducing the history here.

This was discovered by accident when chasing the Star Thief before. Lancelot secretly repaired the energy supply system here, but did not report it to the Alliance. It really worked.

The fur ball shrunk in a circle again, stood on top of the little silver bird, issued orders, and darted back and forth.

César looked at the black sky and asked softly, "Have you been hiding here recently?"

Lancelot nodded: "However, it won't be too long to hide. The parliament is even more vulnerable than I imagined. Some people have already started to propose surrender."

Cesar frowned.

Lancelot patted César on the back reassuringly, found a clean place to put him down, and sat beside him.

"It won't be too long before Parliament will be cleaned up. Bloated kids will always need someone to help them lose weight."

A smile flashed across Cesar's eyes.

"Vonna Wieders has returned to the Alliance." Lancelot fed a candy to César, "He used to be re-elected as the Councilor of the Alliance for two terms by virtue of his strength, leading the Alliance to drive away the enemy and let the Alliance's economy Restored development, prestige and roots no one can shake."

César came to a sudden: "The person who cooperates with you on Delan is Feng Na?"

Lancelot smiled and said, "There is also my father-in-law."

César was dull for three seconds before realizing who the father-in-law was referring to, and stared at Lancelot inexplicably.

Lancelot pretended to be fierce: "Huh? Don't let me call? If you don't let me call, I want to snatch a kiss."

César whispered: "You are not mine yet, don't bark."

Lancelot: "..."

Lancelot raised his eyebrows strangely, and turned to stare at Cesar.

Under the influence of the Marshal of the Alliance, César remained calm and unafraid.

In the end, Lancelot was defeated first: "Baby, don't look at me like that, I will have the urge to commit a crime."

"What kind of crime?" César stood up, squinted his eyes and squeezed his chin, condescendingly looking down at the Alliance Marshal, with a very rogue and domineering posture.

Lancelot raised his head very cooperatively, and honestly confessed: "Indecency."

César didn't kiss the Marshal's lips waiting for Lin Xing, he let go of the hand that was holding Lancelot, slipped back into his arms, hugged the Marshal's thin and powerful waist, and opened his mouth on his protruding Adam's apple , took a small bite: "...you can make this crime a little heavier."

Lancelot's eyes were as deep as night, and he laughed loudly when he heard the words. He picked him up and walked back, and kissed the soft lips: "Baby, then sentence me to life imprisonment."

The location of this planet is remote, and it is blocked by its cosmic neighbors. Basically, it only sees the sun once every two or three days. The day when the sun can be seen may be extremely daytime, but most of the time it is night.In order to save energy, the small supply station will not keep the lights on all the time.

When César woke up, it was still pitch black outside, and he couldn't tell what time it was or how long it had been.

The body is not like his own, slightly out of strength.

It seemed that he had practiced for hundreds of kilometers, but fortunately, the blood of the orc played a role, so that he wouldn't even be able to get out of bed.

A lot of things flashed through César's mind in a mess. He raised his eyes and looked at Lancelot, who was resting his head against his head. His cold expression softened. He touched his cheek and tried to sit up as if he suddenly thought of something. , I found it a little difficult to sit in this position, so I changed it to a half-lying position again, and touched the bedside cabinet for a long time before I found what I wanted.

Lancelot soon realized that César was missing in his arms, and opened his eyes vigilantly.

I saw Cesare naked to the waist, with a small hole in the corner of his mouth, and an unlit cigarette in his mouth. Those ambiguous traces of blue, purple, or red on his body were extremely eye-catching, and there was even a tooth mark on his earlobe. , showing a strong desire for monopoly.

All left by him.

It's all his.

César didn't notice the look in Lancelot's eyes, but even if he did, he wouldn't care about it, and he focused on biting the after-event cigarette.

Lancelot held back his smile and reached out to hug him back: "Baby, what are you doing?"

César's face was deep, his chin raised, he bit his cigarette, and frivolously raised his chin: "From today, you are mine."

Lancelot: "..."