Chapter 17:

The moment you felt someone coming behind, the young major general's shoulder and upper arm muscles were almost instinctively taut, just like a ready-to-go black panther, tightening the muscles of the whole body, exposing sharp teeth The next second is to ruthlessly tear the throat of any creature that intends to approach it--
Suddenly a strong caramel fragrance wafted, lingering on the tip of the nose.
The sweet smell made Troll react in an instant, and the fierceness of the surge was suppressed. He stiffly restrained the instinct of wanting to twist the neck of the person behind him--
Just as he tightened his body to suppress his murderous intentions, the leaping teenager had embraced his waist from behind.
The little guy was clinging to his back, and the temperature of an unfamiliar person passed through the thin white shirt.
He is not used to it.
But the body next to him was a little familiar.
When he woke up in the middle of the night last night, he found out that he was sleeping with the child in the middle of the night.
Perhaps it was because in the mental picture, the clean and soft feeling that he passed on from the spirit while holding the child would not make him feel annoying.
Therefore, when he was hugged by the little guy, his first reaction was not to throw the other person out, but just to tighten up.
"... Let it go."
The young major general said that his tone was still cold and indifferent, and he could not hear any emotions.
Mute was irritated by the steak to be thrown away, and he hugged Major-General's waist without thinking.
As soon as he hugged, he woke up and realized that he had done something stupid, and his head hummed suddenly, and the whole man was stupid there.
Until Troll spoke, he remained rigidly hugging the Major General.
Now, Major General spoke, let him let go.
It stands to reason that he should immediately execute the command of Major General and let go decisively.
but……
Taking a look at the steak with red sauce with a strong sweet and sour aroma flowing slowly, sniffing the seductive flavour in the air, the teenager swallowed a sip.
Seriously, it was a long time ago to eat this kind of schnitzel. Because of his poor health, he ate all the strictly ordered meals that the doctor told him.
Therefore, to him, who has not been exposed to oily steaks and sweet sauce for several years, watching the steaks leave himself is a torture.
At this moment, in order to eat the fat and scorched tender steak to the mouth, his brain reached the extreme speed.
"do not!"
Seeing that the admiral had to take action again, the young man shouted in a hurry.
As soon as he was anxious, he wrapped Troll's waist tighter.
His eyes rolled slowly and he opened his mouth.
"... I, that, managed to do it."
He whispered.
"Grandpa taught me the dishes on the earth. I also tried it for the first time ... I wanted to try it first. If it tastes good, please try it."
He paused and continued to whisper.
"I made it ... for you, because I want to thank you for taking care of me, so ..."
When he said this, he felt like he was telling the truth, and he acted so that he believed it, with a little grievance in his words.
"Do you want to throw it away as garbage?"
"........."
A few moments didn't respond, and Mute let go a little discouraged.
"If you don't feel good ... then lose it."
He said weakly, and never dared to look at the plate held by His Majesty, fearing that he couldn't help but grab it.
He turned down desperately and wanted to go, to drink the bottle of lavender 'motor oil' that he had thrown aside. But before he could turn around, one hand suddenly reached over and patted his head.
He looked up, the Major General with dark hair rubbing his head looked at him, no emotion was seen on the cold face, but the deep dark blue pupil stared at him as if helpless.
For a moment, the plate that was almost thrown into the trash storage port was put back on the dining table.
The teenager's head was rubbed hard again.
This time, the hand rubbing his head exerted a little force, which made him feel a little bit of pain, like punishing him intentionally.
Troll looked at the dejected little guy's eyes that glowed instantly after seeing the steak.
Although knowing what the child said was made specifically for him, these words were purely coaxing him, but those big dark eyes were anxious, full of expectation, and looked at himself with a bit of grievance. It really looks like ...
Forget it.
Seeing the child's entire face look like a glorious moment when he saw the steak he had recovered, the young major general thought so.
Although it is a bad lie, let it be Thaksin.
After all, he is a child and cannot be as self-disciplined as he is.
Although eating high-fat and high-sugar foods would be a burden on the body, he stared, and it shouldn't matter much once in a while.
He thought so and turned to leave.
But before he could take a step, a small piece of thumb-sized burnt steak with sweet and sour sauce was forked by a fork and sent to his mouth.
"It's all done for you ... don't you taste it?"
The boy was completely unaware that his lies had been seen through, showing an innocent and harmless smile to His Excellency Major General.
Now that you have lied, you must implement the lie to the end. Just now you just want to thank the major general for what you have made. But now it is too false to say something. Naturally, you have to be kind.
You see, he took the initiative to pass the fork on the steak to the Major General, how sincere he was.
However, with the high cold of the Major General and the masochism of the Major General ... Oh no, in terms of self-discipline, such a high fat, high fat and high sugar content is not good for the body, Your Excellency must be inconspicuous and sure Does not stick.
As soon as Major-General refused, not all of this delicious steak was to him.
However, even if rejected, his sincerity has been fully expressed.
Not only can he please, but all the steaks belong to him. By the way, I will leave a good impression on the major and continue to use his kitchen in the future.
Well, perfect--
Mute gave himself a praise, and the smile on his face brightened.
The young major general stood quietly in place.
Velvet-like, smooth, lacquered black hair was scattered around the corners of his slender eyes, in sharp contrast to his white skin.
He looked at the boy's eyes, and the child looked at his slightly shiny, black pupils, a tone very similar to his hair color.
He looked at the teenager's small, uncomfortable look who was reluctant to pass the meat to his mouth.
The little guy had an idea in his mind and he could see it at a glance.
Don't you just want him to refuse?
...
Mute is still waiting for His Majesty's sentence, "No need," and he can congratulate the Major General to leave and he is happy.
My mind was so beautifully planned, suddenly, the major general standing in front of him leaned down, and bowed his head slightly.
The dark hair slid down, and the young major general's eyelashes fell down, slender and dense, and a faint shadow dropped on his white skin.
Mute watched the handsome face like a fairy elven approaching, a thin pale pink lips like a cherry blossom, just holding the fork he held and opening the mouth Pieces of meat dipped in bright red sweet and sour sauce.
After chewing a few times and swallowing it, the young major general's beautiful neck line, a small throat knot moved slightly, lined with the collar of the white shirt that half-covered, inexplicably giving people a sense .
The tip of the tongue brushed and licked a bit of red juice left over from the corners of the pink lips.
When the tip of the tongue licked, the corners of the lips slightly rose a slight arc, and it looked like a slight invisible sneer.
"Okay."
The black-haired major general said that he was still indifferent.
The slight invisible upward radian brought up by the corners of the lips when the tongue was licked just now seems to have never appeared at all.
The dark blue pupil glanced at Mute, and he reached out, and he took one of the two plates with meat steaks on the table.
Before he had time to react from the great stimulus that the admiral had bitten the fried meat directly from the fork he was holding, the teenager stood stupidly, watching the delicious cutlet being half taken by the admiral.
My fried meat! !! !!
The teenager, still holding a fork, finally reacted.
He even took away the big one--
Major-General, what do you say will cause a burden on your body? Say ok to drink only ‘machine oil’?
Juvenile distressed.
Eating meat will grow fat--you look at your good body and great muscles, how can you ruin it so easily--
...
………………
After Mute finished eating and threw the plates and forks to the kitchen brain to clean up, he tossed in the kitchen for a while, tossed the red fruits with caramel, The red fruit jam is made, and it is intended to be eaten on the nutritious but bland bread served by the restaurant tomorrow morning.
When he came out contentedly with a jar of bright red jam, he collided with Troll who was coming out of a room on the side.
The lacquered black hair that was still soft and smooth just now was sticking moistly to the brigade's cheeks. The white skin was slightly red at this moment, sweating a little, and sliding down the beautiful lines of the neck.
The white shirt also seemed to be a little sweaty, clinging to the man's body, and more and more outlined the full and lean muscle lines of the man's upper body.
The slender Danfeng eyes glanced at the bright red jam in his hand. The young major general said nothing, passed by, and walked straight towards the bathroom.
Mute pointed a probe at the room that Troll had just walked out of, and some strange but seemingly familiar equipment still running inside made him understand.
The gym.
he thinks.
Speaking of which, he wants to raise his thin body, but eating is not enough. He can only gain fat and still have to exercise.
Even if he has decided to transfer to a civilian office in the future, he still needs to have a good body.
He thought for a moment, then turned around and shouted at the major who had entered the bathroom.
"Can I use what's inside? I'll just take a step--"
The metal door of the bathroom was closed and closed, but when there was a little gap left, the man's low, quiet voice came over.
He said, "Well."
With permission, Mute dropped the red jam on the table and happily went to the gym.
With that said, it took him more than half an hour to eat and add jam, and the major general, who looked good in muscle and muscle, actually sweated all the time.
Maybe this person just looks good, but he's physically weak?
The young man who had forgotten that he was held up by one of his majors with one hand was thinking about it in his heart and stepped into that room.
The room was originally light, the direction of the mild light was slowly turning, and the music was very soft.
Not long after Mute walked in, a beam of light fell on him, and the gentle light suddenly became brighter.
Then there was a chirp, a heartless female voice sounded mechanically.
"A trainer was detected, the training device was activated, and ten standard gravitational forces were turned on."
The female voice of the machine has just dropped, the teenager has not responded yet, and a tremendous pressure suddenly fell from the sky.
Mute slammed on the ground almost instantly.
He gritted his teeth, the back of his hand on the ground was desperately working hard, almost blue muscles were violent, trying to struggle. But his body seemed to be pressed against a mountain peak, pressing him all down on the ground, how could he not stand up, and even the movement almost exhausted his whole body strength.
How, what's going on?
What did the female voice say just now?
Ten times gravity? !!
Exercise under ten times gravity? -Is that something a person can do!
He couldn't stand on the ground when he was crushed by the horrible gravity. Mute could only lie on the ground in a embarrassing manner and tried to move towards the door of the room little by little.
Although I could open my mouth for help, but I felt that I had done stupid things again, so I didn't want to humiliate in front of the major general and closed his mouth.
He panted sharply, propped his elbows on the ground, and tried to move outward little by little.
It's almost-
However, the distance of dozens of meters, the teenager was already sweating, and his face turned red.
It's only ten meters away--
The rapid footsteps suddenly sounded, from far to near, and soon, a pair of long legs wrapped in black leggings suddenly appeared in the sight of the teenager who was still trying to climb towards the door.
Then, the long leg stepped into the room as soon as he stepped on, and walked quickly to Mute's side, as if the man who had not been affected by the terrible tenfold gravity bent down, bent his arms, and mute the whole person. Hugged horizontally.
The teenager was still stunned and didn't respond. Suddenly, his body pressing against a mountain suddenly fell lightly. Then he realized that Troll had hugged him and left the room with ten times gravity.
He leaned against Troll's chest. The muscles of his overstretched arm were faintly aching. The exhausted body was soft and had no strength. His sweaty eyelashes blocked his vision.
He leaned on the person holding him for a long time and finally calmed down.
In the middle of the night, he was put on the sofa. His upper body was still lightly leaning against him, leaning on the man's arms, and a hot hand wiped the hair that was soaked with sweat and clinging to the corner of his eye.
Mute blinked, exhaled softly, and finally saw the man who looked down at himself.
Apparently because of just preparing to take a bath, Major General Black Hair hurriedly came out of the bathroom. The white shirt of the entire upper body was soaked with water vapor and translucent. It was almost clear that the shirt was tightly pressed against the shirt. For the skin that is white, and the texture of the flexible muscles.
And just now he was a little uncomfortable because he was panting, and unconsciously wanted to catch something, he unconsciously grabbed a few on the major general's chest.
Not only did Troll's shirt be pulled away, his nails left a few red scratches on his chest.
And because the skin color of the major is too white, a few light red marks are particularly noticeable on the white chest.
It was a little embarrassing to look at the conspicuous scratch, and Mute opened her mouth to say something, and suddenly a bell rang.
Major Robin's familiar voice sounded loudly.
"BoSS? Are you free now? I have something to ask for you."
"Come in."
Major General said lightly.
"Wait--"
After the major general had finished speaking, he reacted violently to what the situation is now, and Mute tried his best to shout this word.
It's too late, for a moment, the metal gate opened automatically after getting permission from the host, and a red-haired man walked in unceremoniously.
It's over.
The teenager couldn't help but want to cover his face.
But he was too late to cover his face.
As soon as Robin looked up, everything in the hall had fallen into the eyes of the major.
His BoSS was carrying the young child, his chest was slightly undulating, his breathing was a little quicker than usual, the white cheeks were now a little reddish, and the black hair wet with sweat— —
It looks like it has just been strenuously exercised.
Especially the conspicuous red scratches on the open snow-white chest--
The young child leaning in his arms grabbed BoSS's open shirt with one hand, panting slightly, breathing shortly, his face blushing to the extreme, and the dark pupils were full of wet marks like sweating in water Beads continued to roll down along the reddish skin, and how they looked was the weak look that was tortured and overwhelmed--
BoSS, take your time!
The little guy's small body can't stand your toss!
No no no ...
The point now is ...
Should he turn around or leave? Or should he turn around or leave--?