Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 216 His love for her is surging
"What are you picking up? This fellow Revo's boat was knocked over by a black whale. When I went down to pick him up, the communicator fell into the water." Bart was the second to be lifted up by Elijah's hand, and he fell down. A splash of wet water onto the floor.

"We went a little far today, and the storm came suddenly, so we couldn't get back in time." Lei Vo, whose leg was injured, explained.

When Elijah finally climbed up, Claire closed the cabin door and immediately walked over to help him untie the rope on his body. She looked up at him again and saw that his body was soaked and his soft hair stuck to his forehead. She couldn't help it. Reaching out, brushing away the hair that covered half of the black pupils,

"It's hard work, go sit and rest, we will be home soon."

Elija lowered her head, glanced at the looming ups and downs under her wide neckline, recalled her soft touch just now, and her cold and indifferent mind began to falter again.

Claire didn't notice the change in his mood. She had already grabbed the rope she had taken from him and walked back quickly. She wrapped the rope twice around Levo's injured leg and tied it tightly, temporarily reducing the blood gushing out. .

When the four-person aircraft arrived at the beach, the Levo family members who got the news were already waiting on the shallows with umbrellas, and everyone hurriedly carried the injured to Bart's underground clinic.

There was nothing to do with Claire, so she took Elijah's hand and pushed him into the toilet, "Wash up, don't catch a cold."

After soaking in the sea, there was a frenzied sea breeze and heavy rain on the way back. Most of Elija's body and the umbrella gave her protection from the rain. Except for the rain on the hem of her skirt, Claire's body was still dry.

She didn't know if he remembered anything. His love for her was always in some details, which made her feel distressed and happy.

I searched the whole kitchen, but I couldn't find any ingredients to make cold soup. While Elijah was taking a bath, she could only make two pots of tea. One pot was sent underground to Bart and the others, and the other pot was taken back to the room to warm. body.

The windows in the bedroom were still being hit by the wind, and dense raindrops covered the windows like cobwebs. Claire pulled the curtains tightly and sat on the small bed before waiting for a while, when the door of the utility room was opened.

Elijah came in with only an old-fashioned calico bath towel around his waist. When he saw the girl sitting cross-legged on the bed and staring at him, he paused at the door for a few seconds, closed the door and walked towards her.

"I made tea." Claire pointed to the tea at the right temperature on the small table, but the man's broad and straight shoulders pressed straight down on her. Seeing him pressing himself down on the bed, his arms imprisoning her, his pure black eyes staring at her intently.

"What planet is your husband on?"

Claire didn't expect him to ask this suddenly, and she was stunned for a few seconds before asking, "What's wrong?"

"Tell me." He lowered his head and stroked her face with his fingers, his tone serious.

Claire's gaze was blank for a moment, and she subconsciously followed his instructions and replied: "The main star of the Orc Empire."

"Very good." He rubbed the tip of his nose against her nose, and pressed his face against her receding neck, his voice softened, "From now on, forget about him, I am your husband."

After Claire regained consciousness and realized what he said and what he said again, a question mark slowly appeared in his head.

After being stunned for more than ten seconds, she reacted with a stiff expression, and her fingers were about to tear the bed. Resisting the urge to laugh, Claire coughed lightly and said, "Did the rain make you a fool?"

In the dim utility room, the thunder light illuminated Elijah's deep outline, the raised black eyes were already burning with fire of desire, and the pale fingers caressing her face penetrated into the hair at the back of her head .

Before Claire could react, her head was snapped away, a heavy kiss was pressed on her lips, and the elbow pressed against the bed lost her balance, and her petite body lay on her back under the thin quilt full of sunshine. .

She stretched out her hand to push Elijah's shoulder, but her limp strength could not move the burning stone statue on her body.

Her lips were like the thinnest flower petals. The attractive appearance and taste made Elija unable to control the flames in her body. A human kiss, just a kiss, was so beautiful and sweet.

Every cell in him was clamoring to possess, to possess this woman, to kill her husband, this was tailor-made for him, meant to be his.

When Claire's skirt was lifted up, her hot palm covered her thigh, and five slender fingertips grabbed her thigh, leaving a red mark on it with only a little force.

Claire grabbed Elijah's bare shoulders, and the bitten lips barely spoke, "Enough, you can't."

Before the words of refusal were finished, the door of their room was pushed open without warning. Elijah put down her skirt almost instantly, and pressed her whole body on her body, blocking all the skin that would leak out.

He turned his head away, revealing the ferocious gaze of being disturbed.

With a quilt and a soft mattress under his arm, Bart walked in without changing his expression and threw the things on the floor. Before leaving, he said loudly, "I don't care about young people's love, but you don't allow it at night." Make a big noise and disturb my sleep, it is best to cover your mouth on the floor, the floor is soft and there will be no movement of the shaking bed."

Claire felt that a burst of steam was about to come out of her head. She gave the man on her body a hard look, and said with her bitten and swollen lips, "Get down! Before I get completely angry."

Without any aggressive tone, Elijah was silent for a while, choosing to obey her for the time being.

The sleeves that had slipped down to the shoulders were put on again by her. Claire brushed her messy blond hair, propped herself up and got out of bed, adding another layer of mattress and quilt that Bart had brought over to the floor.

There was thunder outside, and she faced the wall alone and got into the quilt of the bed, leaving only a strand of hair exposed for Elijah to see.

Listening to the movement of him throwing off the quilt and lying down on the ground, Claire's blushing face slowly cooled down, and when her throbbing chest calmed down, she dragged her tired body into dreamland.

At midnight, Elijah, with his hands resting on the back of his head, opened his eyes sharply. A slender arm fell off the bed. He sat up, looked at the girl's slender body exposed outside the quilt, and stretched out his hands to hug her down.

Sleeping on the floor from the bed, squeezed between the foot of the bed and a firm and hot body, Claire woke up in a daze, her misty eyes swept across his face, and subconsciously burrowed deep into his arms, closing her eyes Eyes fell asleep again.

With such natural and familiar eyes, she seemed to be accustomed to his embrace.

Elijah hugged her, pulled the quilt to cover the bodies of the two of them, her dark eyes were strangely golden in the boundless darkness.

Claire woke up in a daze today. She remembered that she was sleeping peacefully and could roll into the arms of the sleeping Elijah. She had every reason to suspect that he got her down in the middle of the night.

Since she was still awake, she didn't dare to move around in his arms, so she could only slightly move the fingers on her waist one by one.

"Claire! My breakfast! I'm going out to make a raft!"

Mr. Bart roared outside, and the four fingers that Claire had just parted were put back on her waist in a second.

She threw her head back to meet the dark eyes in a mess of blond hair.

"Like my bed?" He leaned closer to her, rubbing his cheek against her soft hair, and spread his warm breath on her lips.

"Didn't you get me down?" She said angrily, "I've been sleeping very quietly."

Facing her accusation, Elija raised her lips, and the slight lightness softened his statue-like facial contours. Claire almost fell into his beauty again, but Bart's roar brought her back to her senses.

Unable to pull his hand away, Bart outside the door got a little angry again, so she stretched out her hand and pushed his chest, and said in a soft voice: "Get up, Bart's raft is destroyed, let's help him make a new one." Go, lest he be late again."

The coquettish tone and the weak and boneless body were constantly impacting Elijah's willpower. He let go of his hand and turned to hold her face, and put a kiss on her lips, "I never lose money." Business, that's part of the reward."

Claire managed to escape from his clutches and opened the door. Bart just stood at the door and threw a vest and pants on her.

"He threw it in the toilet last night. I dried it in front of the fireplace. Let him wear it."

Claire took it with a blushing face, and praised, "I forgot, you are really a kind person."

"Of course." Bart snorted, "Go and make me breakfast, I'm busy today."

After sending Elijah's clothes in, Claire went to the kitchen to use some oil to fry a vegetable. These were originally used by Bart as a snack for the salad. With a pot of porridge, the breakfast was quite hearty.

"This rice is a small thing that the diplomats of the main star allowed the earth to bring over. They can use any kind of garbage as gifts for us. I didn't expect you to make it delicious."

Bart was amazed.

Claire smiled, "It's delicious and filling."

The three of them finished their meal around the dining table, and each of them went out with a straw hat.

The ecological environment of Planet Walkley is very good. Except for the sea, there are mountains and forests full of resources. After walking a few steps, several beautifully shaped aircraft rumbled past the top of the head, and Bart, who took the lead, stopped in his tracks.

Claire, who was wearing a straw hat, raised her head. The dazzling light made her narrow her eyes slightly. Looking at the planes going away, she felt uneasy, "It's not the aircraft here."

Most of Walkley's residents' aircraft are old models and ordinary in shape. She has never seen a plane like that painted in gold on the landing strip by the beach. The simple people will not change the aircraft into that kind color.

"It belongs to the nobles." Bart's voice was dignified. "Since the planet Becky next door has been caught in the flames of war, the nearest resource planet is only us, Walkley."

Clareton immediately understood what he meant, and she looked back, "I don't understand why the entire Irving galaxy belongs to these nobles, so why do they want to plunder resources?"

"It doesn't completely occupy us. Every year, the output of the planet's resources will be supplied to the Owen nobles who manage the human race. It is only equivalent to a protection fee." Bart turned around, wrinkling a few worried wrinkles at the end of his eyes, "In recent years, their appetite has grown and they want to completely occupy the resources we depend on for survival. Once something happened to Planet Becky, I had a hunch that one day they would have their ideas on us."

Claire didn't know what to say, she found that she didn't seem to be in Elijah's spiritual world, but more like in his memories before he wanted to become a human.

She pursed her broken lips, and there was a slight tingling on it, "Don't be so pessimistic, Bart."

Elijah, who had been silent all the time, looked at the aircraft that was starting to land, with disdain flashing in his eyes.

He took Claire's hand and said softly, "Go and chop wood."

When it was time to do physical work, Claire's white hands and thin body could only be reduced to helping them tie knots and tie the wood together.

Bart's raft is very simple. The outer skin is simply treated, and the grooves are cut out to be inlaid together. The junction is completed by tying thick hemp rope.

She has only seen this kind of practice on the survival channel on TV, so it is not difficult to understand that such a fragile thing can easily collapse.

"Haven't you considered building yourself a real fishing boat?"

With the current level of technology, Claire thinks that an invincible advanced ship can be made.

Bart replied fiercely, "Medical machines need money to maintain, and I don't have any extra money to build a boat. That's just my dream."

Claire shut her mouth obediently, and said again after a while, "There will be in the future."

Elija put the treated wood on her shoulders and moved it in front of her. Seeing that her palms were red with ropes, she dropped the wood on her shoulders and squatted down in front of her.

Claire's hand was pulled by him, and she jumped in her heart, "What's wrong?"

He observed her palm for a while, rubbed it gently with his fingers, and said in a deep voice, "Go and sit on the side."

"Ah?" She grabbed his fingers and squeezed them, "I'm fine."

Not giving her a chance to continue working, Elijah directly connected to the stump under her buttocks and lifted her whole body away from the half-finished raft.

She pressed against his sweat-soaked chest, listening to his beating heart, the tip of her nose felt pantothenic for no reason.

Even though they only knew each other for three days, she felt that he seemed to remember her.

Watching their interaction, Bart's eyes flickered, and he sighed, "When my wife is here, her fingers can pinch water like waves, so let her sit and rest. Humans are not as thin-skinned as those orcs. .”

Claire was placed to sit under the shade of a tree, and a kettle that had been prepared at home was also stuffed into her hand by Elijah.

After settling her down, he straightened up, patted her head twice with his palm, turned around and continued to move the wood.

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