Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 105 It's Not Bad To Die With You

Cassius became silent. He raised his arm and looked at his palm. There was a layer of thin calluses from years of fighting on it, and the interlaced skin lines were sunken in the palm.

"For race."

The strange low inaudible voice seemed to ring in my ears again.

"That's the problem." He turned his head and stared at the girl in front of him with serious eyes, "I want to report the situation to the laboratory as it is."

"What?" Claire took his hand and said loudly: "Commander, the robot also checked you, you are healthy now, there is no need to tell the details of what happened in the lab cave."

"I want to know what's wrong with me." Cassius said coldly, "It's impossible to let the Zerg come back."

Subconsciously, Claire didn't want him to be dragged by the laboratory to cooperate in various researches. She stared at his expressionless resolute face, wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered, "Is it to protect the empire?"

Cassius put his arms around her waist, "My duty."

There is also a question that he can't figure out, why did he feel such a familiar spiritual power in a Zerg, which made him think that the icicle was sealed in his tribe at first.

What on earth has been ignored or forgotten by him, he needs to know an answer.

Claire met his eyes, feeling uneasy, "Is there anything I need to cooperate with?"

Cassius said lightly: "Keep silent, I will solve everything."

He always looked like he was in control of everything. Claire was really afraid that things would slip out of his control one day, so she responded in a low voice, "Commander, I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Afraid that the life-saving talisman is gone?" The man raised her chin and raised his eyebrows.

He really can hit her heart every time, Claire said seriously: "No, you are my first man, I don't want you to die."

Cassius' eyes darkened, and his eyes moved to her lips, "I won't touch you again until the matter is cleared up."

Is he afraid that something will happen to her because of him?

Claire stared at him for a while, and smiled, "Commander, we've done this too many times, don't you think it's too late to say this now."

She leaned close to him, touched the tip of his nose, and teased, "As a woman who is the first commander of the empire, it would be nice to die with you."

Cassius's heart trembled, and he suddenly hugged her waist tightly, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Not afraid."

Claire responded with a fierce and forceful kiss, and she was hugged tightly to his chest, with no gap between them.

Cassius's excessive enthusiasm made her a little unbearable. She scratched his broad and straight shoulders and said uncomfortably: "No, I still hurt."

He took a bite on her neck, "Claire, your carefulness is very useful to me. Is this how you try to control me bit by bit?"

"I don't understand." Claire snorted, and scratched his hair again in dissatisfaction.

The man buried in her neck chuckled lightly, "Forget it."

Claire held his head, her eyes gradually calmed down.

This man saved her several times, gave her privileges, gave her jurisdiction over the earth, gave her a lot, and she needs to trade her freedom and body, which seems fair.

In the absence of freedom, she is really willing to stay by his side.

It was already night when we came home from the barracks.

Cassius promised her that as soon as her body rested, she could go to the barracks at any time to participate in some basic flying training and fighting skills, and he would arrange for someone to teach her.

Claire was so happy from the bottom of her heart that she chilled a big pot of milk tea that night and ran to his bedroom to show her hospitality.

The joy written on his face also infected Cassius. He hugged him on his lap, and while he was dealing with the mountains of documents piled up in the past three days, he asked, "Very happy?"

"Yeah." Claire hospitablely raised the straw to his mouth, "You drink."

Cassius glanced at her, lowered his head and bit the straw and took a sip.

The postures of the two were ambiguous. Claire watched him hold her in one hand and process the documents in the other, and said involuntarily, "I'll leave you alone."

As soon as her legs moved to slide down, Cassius tightened her waist and ordered: "Stay."

"Oh."

Claire didn't know why he liked to hug her so much recently, she nestled in his arms and looked at the stack of documents, silently not speaking.

Cassius was very focused on his work, and there was only the sound of pen touching paper in the bedroom.

After less than half an hour, Claire yawned lazily. The man paused his pen and looked down at her.

The girl closed her eyes halfway, her skin was fair and her cheeks had a healthy rosiness, and her lips were light red.

She is very beautiful after recovering from her illness, especially those eyes.

Claire, who was drowsy, felt that someone was kissing her, which was gentle and gentle.

Her eyelashes trembled, and she scratched his chest lightly with her fingers, "Are you done?"

He said softly, "No."

Claire rubbed the crook of his neck. She was so sleepy that she was about to sleep for a while, when Martina screamed from downstairs.

The sharp and high-pitched cry woke her up.

She straightened up suddenly and looked towards the door, "It's Martina."

"I'll go down and have a look." Claire got off his lap and quickly moved out of the bedroom.

At the kitchen door, Jones fell face up on the floor in a large shape, and Martina squatted beside him anxiously.

"Martina! What's going on!" Claire was startled when she saw this situation, and ran all the way over without caring about the rubbing between her legs.

"Doesn't that idiot Jones know he's a robot! He actually drank milk tea and short-circuited!" Martina's face was almost pale with fright.

As soon as Claire approached, she found a broken glass next to it and milk tea spilled all over the place.

She was speechless immediately, "Is his program too advanced, and he still drinks secretly?"

"He is a modified war robot and not a pure service robot. When making him, he didn't pay special attention to his mouth structure. What does he think?" Martina was also speechless.

"Contact the maintenance department and come to repair it." Claire said worriedly: "We can't let him break it."

"Jones came from the barracks. The procedure is different. The maintenance department is not responsible for repairing it." Martina glanced upstairs, with obvious meaning.

The wooden stairs were also stepped on at this time, and Claire turned around and saw Cassius walking down, with a very unhappy expression on his face.

Martina suddenly didn't dare to make a sound beside her.

Claire immediately said: "Jones has an internal short circuit, Commander, please help him."

Cassius knelt down beside Jones and opened the lid on his chest.

"Bring the toolbox here."

Martina hurried away to get the box.

Seeing that he didn't lose his temper and returned to Jones for repairs, Claire breathed a sigh of relief and knelt down next to him, "Is there something wrong with his brain? Why did he suddenly want to drink milk tea?"

　Both orders are 150, and there are still 10 points before the next easter egg chapter~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)