The General’s Cat Always Wants To Climb Into My Bed

Olivia’s mouth is wide and his eyebrows are raised: “He is at your house?!”

There was no reaction at the moment, let alone responding to Olivia, and only looked at Shen’s generously and walked in from the side of the floor-to-ceiling window.

He came back against the light, and his look was not clear. The sunset was about to sink into the horizon. There was only a long afterimage in the shadows. The light on the curtains was soft and confused at dusk.

For a moment, the words were caught off guard.

He bowed his head and his stunned eyelashes in the silhouette.

"Sorry, I was waiting, but I couldn't help it when I heard it."

Suddenly, the words were silent, like a dull old lamp, swaying a little bit of fire under the sea.

Such a silent, cold and self-sustaining Shen Zhifan, which one is Shen?

When did he recover his memory, why he knew nothing.

Or is he always pretending?

Olivia does not understand the silence of her words, nor does she understand the ups and downs of his heart. Her attention to why Shen Zhifan is here has been turned away.

Her beautiful pupils flickered slightly, her lips were scorned, and some looked at him unbelievably: "What did you mean by what you said?"

"In fact, you guessed it is not all right," Shen Zhifan did not owe himself. Although it was a respectful speech, Olivia felt that he had a very arrogant pride and alienation. "I did indeed be the 'knife' of Ferdinandia. ""

"You betrayed him?" Olivia looked hot and quietly looked at him.

"It's not betrayal," Shen Zhifan's voice was slightly a little dumb, even though he was not half-hearted in front of Olivia and his words. "I never did things for him, but myself."

"How do I believe in you?" Olivia's eyes still flashed with suspicion and suspicion. She couldn't believe Shen Zhifan so well. "You are more likely to be undercover from Ferdinandia."

Shen Zhifan suddenly chuckled, and Olivia frowned.

The sly eyes were placed on the youth with some sadness, and the brows were wrinkled, as if they were under a deep shade of trees.

"His Royal Olivia," Shen Zhifan's smile is a bit mocking. "You shouldn't really think that you are hypnotizing me?"

Olivia suddenly turned off, although she was annoyed in her heart, but could not help but believe in three points.

At that time, she sneaked into the side of Shen Zhifan. Of course, it was for the first time to be strong. However, the subordinate and hired killer was too wasteful, or Shen Zhifan was too strong.

There is no evidence of Shen Zhifan’s assassination in her hand. She just wants to hold on to her words, otherwise she can do it at that time.

At that time, Olivia also felt strange, so the hypnotism at the end of the road was unexpectedly useful. She had the ability to empathize, and the feeling of Shen’s sorrow was not a fake, and there was no doubt.

Now it seems that Shen Zhifan’s deception is really dripping, even the heart and emotions can be fooled?

She can only look at Shen Zhifan with a flickering struggle, wanting to see through his purpose and desire under his quiet face.

"Then you want to tell me now," Olivia slightly narrowed his eyes. "Are we a country?"

Shen Zhifan looked up: "Yes, Your Royal Highness Olivia."

"Show your sincerity," Olivia looked serious. "Tell me everything you know."

Shen Zhifan paused and shook his head.

Olivia frowned: "What do you mean by that?"

Shen Zhifan is like a narrow and long shadow. Silence is not too much to say: "I just convey my position."

Olivia bit her lip, she can't make up her mind for a moment to believe in Shen Zhifan, but a lot of things are imminent.

She glanced again and found that the generals were deeply stunned and had been lost.

"Speaking," she yelled at the other party, her voice awkward. "I can believe Shen Zhifan once, but I hope that you can live up to my expectations and not abandon my mother's promise to prop up this country."

"Expelling Ferdinandia."

The words finally raised their eyes and gave her a deep look: "Yes."

Olivia stunned her eyebrows in distress, and in the endless, she finally chose to believe in the words, so she turned off the video call.

The moment the light blue screen turned off, the room seemed to be faint for a moment, then the light gathered, and the mind returned, but it fell into a long silence.

The last thing to break the silence is Shen Zhifan: "Sorry for the general, I don't want you to be embarrassed."

Sorry?

Sorry, it is he who has long found his memory. Is everything lie to him, or do you feel sorry for seeing yourself as ridiculous and affectionate?

I don’t know whether I’m angry or angry at the heart. He looks at him intricately, and his eyes are full of wind and rain: “When?”

His voice is as straight as a plateau and like a cliff.

When did you find the memory, or maybe... there is no memory loss at all?

Shen Zhifan did not dare to face his eyes, and even the voice of the other party became somewhat distant, but he clearly understood what he meant.

The north wind whistling in his ear, and the last flower fell in the snow, red and glaring.

He thought, it seemed that the beginning of the sentence from his own mouth was over.

This dream, not like a dream, a real fantasy.

Struggling to break, he could even smell the rust after the mirror, and it smelled like blood.

But what can he do? He doesn't want to make it difficult, but he doesn't want to make himself a jealous and suspicion between the words and Olivia.

Even if it is not much better now.

"Not long ago," Shen Zhifan's voice was a little trembling, but he concealed it so well that no one else could hear it. He only thought that this person was calm and horrible. "I didn't lie to you."

The voice behind him was so light that he had a little prayer, if he was willing to listen carefully.

Unfortunately, there is no saying, he is exhaling deeply, letting himself barely keep calm.

He didn't know what he was angering, but he was still a little angry.

It is not a terrible thing for Shen Zhifan to retrieve his memory. He understands his past and believes that he is naked and has no room for love. Even if he finds his memory, he still feels that...he is still his Shen.

Whether it is the 16-year-old Shen Zhifan or the 23-year-old Shen Zhifan, they are Shen Zhifan.

He likes it very much.

But Shen Zhifan is cheating on him.

Why lie to him?

He felt deeply confused and puzzled, but more uneasy.

In fact, they also had contact before Shen Zhifan lost his memory.

The last newsletter was unhappy, because the words of Shen Zhifan were in contact with Ferdinandia, and he spoke sharply and asked Shen Zhifan to respond coldly.

- "This is my business. I am very grateful to you for doing everything, but this is my business."

How did he reply, and it was such a quiet and indifferent.

- "This is your decision, but I am very disappointed with you."

He then fell into deep despair, and did not seem to be desperate. He just fell into a deep swamp, slammed down, and struggled to sink.

Shen Zhifan's memory loss is like a message to save everything. He does not leave room for him, close and kiss, show good and gentle.

He step by step wants to bring himself closer to him, the cold youth who is already cold, the dream that is out of reach.

This is his only chance to rebuild old, even if the old is too old, it may not be able to rebuild.

He is full of joy and even feels that he is very close.

Like a kiss not long ago, under the warm snow of the sky, or on a bright afternoon.

They kissed very seriously, like the lingering between all the lovers in the world, singing songs of love and love every minute and every second, willing to contaminate each other's breath.

But suddenly, after playing a circle, he returned to the original point.

He felt cold and the blood melted into the frost, and he was about to condense his heart, and turned it into a sharp blade, waving from the limbs to the flesh and blood.

He couldn't help but start to feel disheartened. If Shen Zhifan is doing a play, what is his deep feelings and efforts in the eyes of Shen Zhifan?

If Shen Zhifan also loves him, as he loved seven years ago, or, as he loves him now, he does not need to deceive.

He likes him so much, he doesn't care.

Is he really so sure what he said, no, but he is willing to choose to believe, to embrace him and melt him.

Even because of Olivia, he suddenly opened his mouth and told him swayingly that he had already recovered his memory.

What was the dinner just now, the gentle smile, what is the touching pupil?

It is a disguise under deception, and it is a really good show.

He didn’t want to think about anything. He turned his back and didn’t want to see him. He only felt deep fatigue and loss.

I like him, I can tolerate everything in his life, comfort his past and support his future.

My future is all about him.

But he may not be willing.

My delusion, he may not want it.

Has Shen Zhifan’s heart ever had him, or is it really true that the twenty-three-year-old Shen Zhifan has been indifferent to a lack of affection?

"Adult, are you angry?"

The young man behind him suddenly spoke, except for the cold voice, this time directly called alienation.

It’s hard to think sadly in his heart, now the other party is not willing to disguise.

"Let's go, dinner is over." Yan Yan silently turned his back to him. "I want to be alone for a while."

There is something broken in the sacredness of Shen Zhifan, and it breaks silently, like a flower that opens to the dragonfly.

If you are willing to look back, you will be able to see that his look is faint and indifferent, but it is about to be broken.

His dream of a beautiful and self-directed self-destruction was broken, and even the only tenderness in his heart was broken.

He didn't want me.

Shen Zhifan lost his soul and thought that his lips were pale and he could not make a sound.

He really didn't want me.

What I like is the 16-year-old Shen Zhifan, so beautiful, innocent boy, everything is good, so please, let everyone like it.

Not the shadow of this broken and hazy.

He is only twenty-three years old and not old.

His appearance is so young and beautiful, more dazzling than the sun, but his inner soul has been smashed into a long-lasting mud by the long, lonely struggles, and he can't even pick it up.

Who would like him like this? He didn't even have to pretend that he had disguised himself. He had already seen it with his own eyes.

He recognized him in the underground machine field. He was wearing a military uniform and looked at him from afar, and he was lying in the cursed hell, like a ghost.

Even if the words are good for his former savior, it is still different.

How can Shen Zhifan dare to approach him.

Every step closer to the words is like being stripped of his flesh and blood by a knife, letting the light come in, and every inch of light seems to tell him.

You see, the words are still the handsome man like the eagle in the sun, you can't reach the light, and you.

The distance between them is no longer a long galaxy and a never-ending road, but a real, never-reaching distance.

Only hypnotize yourself, you can call back a little, then a little warmth.

False.

I'm dying.

It turned out that this love in the world is really the most hurtful blade. He thought that even his body was almost broken, and he was twisted to the heart by the blade, and even the last trace of his face could not be maintained.

But he can't die, and he won't die.

Even if the soul is withered, who cares, let alone he is standing here.

The words silently looked at the last glimmer of light outside, the distant horizon, the last glimmer of light is about to be swallowed up in the cold night.

The person behind him did not move, but his heart was shaken.

He couldn't help but look back, but he stopped.

The room was dark, but the skin of the youth was white, and the owner of the body was quite elegant and slowly unbuttoned the button on the shirt in front of him. The chest was stunned and let him subconsciously turn his eyes back.

He heard his heart pounding, he was overwhelmed, and he felt inexplicably excited.

"Please don't look back," Shen Zhifan's voice is broken and desperate. "Otherwise, I will immediately stop this kind of behavior."

But he couldn't hear the signal of help. He only thought that the other party was not like a request, just like a statement and seduce.

His voice was around his ear, but he could hardly hear it.

He was so confused that he only heard the sound of the zipper in the quiet room.

He clearly couldn't see anything, but the sound began to heat up and his mouth was dry.

Soon the other person hugged him from behind, he felt the other side's naked chest, and warm breathing, slowly sprayed on his back neck.

Like the fire of the original.

The last ray of light in the distance completely melted into the darkness. It was night, the dark clouds were too deep, and there was no star in the sky.

It seems that all ugliness will be exactly what you want.

What is he doing and what am I doing.

I thought about it, but I couldn’t think of anything.

Everything is imaginary, only the flesh behind it is hot and real.

"What do you want from me?"

His words couldn't help but be cold. If he didn't keep this cold, he would go crazy now, kiss every inch of the skin, then tear him apart and swallow it in pieces.

Shen Zhifan couldn't help but tremble, and even the palms of the hem of the other sweater were stopped.

He doesn't want anything, he just wants the last bit of warmth.

He has nothing left. The most ridiculous thing is that there is only a skin that is worthy of being able to go. If you can confuse something, it would be fine.

"I want you to kiss me...oh..."

His words have not been finished, and the words have turned back, licking his chin and sealing his lips.

"...I hate you a little."

Speaking and gnashing his teeth, he told him that the heavy snoring was filled with the night.

He couldn't see the young melancholy eyes in the darkness, only knowing that the other person was touching his body without thinking, one inch, and his fingertips turned around his chest.

He and his desires and annoyance swallowed him in such a night.

He sighed in silence, then hugged the young man.

This is his room, and I don't need a glimmer of light to know where the soft and wide bed is.