Do You Want to Touch My Fish Tail?

Song Huai looked around curiously, the three-story villa was not very big, and it was just right for two people to live in.

The secretary said, "Madam, your room is the second room on the left on the second floor. The admiral lives opposite you."

Song Huai felt happy every time he heard this sentence, but he still remembered to be a little reserved.

Quietly discussed with the secretary: "Just call me secretly in private, don't mention it in front of the general, I'm afraid he will be unhappy."

"Okay, don't worry, madam."

Song Huai walked into his room, and the sky blue greeted him. It was not as matte and tender as his room in Song's house, but the color was like the blue sea, which was particularly beautiful.

The curtains and bed nets are all white, and the bed nets blow down from the ceiling. There are dots of flowers embroidered on them. The styles are exquisite. Song Huai likes them very much.

He walked into the bathroom and found that the bathroom here was almost exactly the same as the Song's, and importantly, there was also a huge bathtub.

Lu Mian didn't know when he had already figured out his preferences, and he even paid attention to places like the bathroom.

Song Huai felt for the first time the thoughtfulness and care of a seemingly cold and reticent man.

Song Huai opened his box and packed everything out in the same way. Last time he bragged with Lu Mian, so that he didn't bring the big white bear.

He opened the cupboard and was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a panda doll in the cupboard.

Song Huai was so happy that he ran out and asked the secretary, "Who prepared these in the room?"

The secretary said, "Oh, I prepared it. Doesn't the madam like it?"

Song Huai was suddenly discouraged when he heard that the secretary had prepared it.

But he nodded to the secretary politely: "Thank you, I like it very much."

After finishing sorting things in the room, Song Huai walked out the door, and the secretary was already waiting outside.

"Let me show you around."

There is a hall and kitchen on the first floor, as well as a small room for sundries. On the second floor, apart from the two master bedrooms, there are two second bedrooms, and there is also a study room dedicated to Burma.

Song Huai's curiosity was all attracted by a room at the end of the third floor. A thick iron door was added to the outside of the room. He didn't know what it was for. It was faint. Song Huai seemed to still vaguely hear movement inside.

When Song Huai walked towards the door uncontrollably, the secretary shouted to him: "Madam, you can go in all the places in the villa, only here you can't."

"Why? What's inside?"

The secretary still has a professional smile on his face, but his attitude is very tough.

Song Huai said proudly: "Okay, I don't really want to know."

Song Huai waited for a long time at home, but did not wait for Lu Mian, and the secretary kept working with him in the lobby.

It was dark until after dinner, and Lu Mian still did not come back.

Song Huai went to class for a day today and came back to organize his things. He waited in the living room and fell asleep.

There was a noise from the stairs, and the secretary closed the office book and stood up.

Lu Mian, who hadn't appeared the whole evening, was standing on the stairs, looking at them condescendingly.

He was still wearing yesterday's military uniform, his handsome face was as pale as paper, and the broken hair on his forehead was more like being wet with water, sticking to his scalp wet.

Lu Mian glanced at Song Huai, who was already asleep, and took the small blanket on the sofa to cover him.

The two walked outside, and the secretary asked, "Admiral, or else, let's call Doctor Zhou over."

Lu Mian shook his head and refused, only asking: "Have you got the radio back?"

The secretary said: "I have encountered some failures, and it may take another day or two."

Hearing this answer, Lu Mian closed his eyes and said, "Okay, nothing is going on here. I have worked hard for you today, so go back first."

The secretary worried: "But Young Master Song is here."

Lu Mian opened his eyes, a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. When staring at the secretary, he looked like a ferocious beast: "I will lock myself up, and I will contact you as soon as I have something to do."

"Yes."

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Song Huai was awakened by a sound.

The voice was faint and faint, and it was not very real.

He opened his eyes and realized that he didn't know when he was carried into the room on the second floor.

Is it the secretary? He brought it up? Or Lu Myanmar?

Thinking of the next possibility, Song Huai jumped out of the bed barefoot. The secretary said that Lu Mian's room was opposite him. He opened the door and saw it.

Song Huai saw that it was eleven o'clock in the evening. The time when Lu Mian returned the message to him last night was in the early morning, which means that Lu Mian might not be asleep yet.

Song Huai's heart thumped, he adjusted his appearance and knocked on the door.

No one responded.

Knock again.

Still nothing happened.

its not right.

Song Huai was lying on the ground and saw light coming out of the gap.

Lu Mian was clearly inside, why wouldn't he pay attention to him?

Song Huai continued to knock in angrily, and he did not give up two words in his dictionary.

Suddenly, there was a bang, and for an instant Song Huai thought he was knocking on the door, but when he listened carefully, there was a movement from inside.

Song Huai finally felt something was wrong, he patted the door and shouted, "Lu Mian! Lu Mian! Are you inside?"

He leaned his ear against the door, and the movement inside became louder and louder.

Song Huai remembered that the secretary told him that there was a spare key at home, and he went to find the spare key for the room in the cabinet in the living room on the first floor. After trying each one again, the door opened.

Before Song Huai had time to put the key in, he pulled him in with one hand. The moment the key fell to the ground, the door slammed shut.

Song Huai was pushed hard against the door, his back hit the door panel, and tears appeared in his eyes immediately because of the pain.

"You hurt me."

The lamp in the room had been turned on by Lu Mian, and there was a gap in the curtains. Only the moonlight came in, and the mess on the ground was vaguely visible.

Lu Mian gasped for rough air pressure on Song Huai, and the adult man who had been on the battlefield completely suppressed him in strength.

At this moment, Lu Mian was like a hungry wolf out of control, as if Song Huai moved a little, he would show his fangs and bite on his throat, plundering his life.

Song Huai's body was crushed, and his hands and legs were restrained. Anyone with dull senses could feel the danger of Lu Mian at this moment.

When the atmosphere was tense, Song Huai suddenly "chuckled".

"Can you release your hand from my waist hahahahaha, I'm ticklish."

The boy's laughter was crisp and sweet, with an unspeakable magical power.

Lu Mian recovered from the loss of control in an instant. He let go of his power to clamp Song Huai's legs and feet, staggered back two steps, and held the corner of the table with his hand, barely steadying it.

He took a deep breath and forced his brain to stay awake from the severe pain, his voice so hoarse that he was almost inaudible: "How did you get in?"

Song Huai said, "I opened the door and came in."

Lu Myanmar:...

"Now you can go out."

Song Huai thought angrily. He was so worried about Lu Mian. He just walked in and didn't even sit on a bench, so he was going to drive him away.

Scumbag!

Song Huai stretched out his hand to turn on the light, but Lu Mian didn't stop him in time, and the light lit up the whole room.

Song Huai looked stupid at this moment. Just now, Lu Mian kept pressing him, and the room was dark, so he didn't see clearly.

Song Huai looked at Lu Mian, who was pale and obviously wrong: "What's the matter with you?"

The unbearable pain came up again, Lu Mian pinched himself fiercely, and shouted in a low voice, "Go!"

Song Huai's eyes were anxious: "I, I won't leave."

He took out the communicator and was anxious and panicked. Fortunately, his head was still sober: "I'll call Allen, and you will be fine soon."

Song Huai called up and hurriedly explained a few words to the other side.

When the phone was hung up, Song Huai turned around, and suddenly there was no movement in the room.

The instinctive sense of crisis grabbed his senses in an instant, and Song Huai turned around and saw that Lu Mian was only a few steps away from him.

The sound of leather boots hitting the floor was powerful, and the men's meticulous military uniform buttons opened, revealing the snow-white shirt and the looming collarbone inside. His sweaty hair was smashed to the back of his head at will. The dangerous eyes and the cold smile on the corners of his mouth broke Lu Myanmar's usual abstinence. The whole person is contaminated with the evil spirits of both righteousness and evil.

Anyone who has heard the words Lu and Mian knows that if you want to survive, you should run away at this time.

But Song Huai's footsteps seemed to be frozen.

He watched Lu Mian approaching him for a moment, his originally round apricot eyes glared even bigger for fear of missing something.

When Lu Mian's body cast a shadow on him, Song Huai just looked up at him idiotically.

He slammed his nose, but a line of nosebleeds still flowed down in despair.