Monster System: Quickly Transmigrate Male God's Favorite

Chapter 403 He Who Comes Against the Light (40)

"You still dare to quarrel with your sister-in-law, right? I'll teach you a lesson for the chief."

As soon as the adjutant finished speaking, he was about to start.

Huo Mingzhen was so frightened that he ran away like a little bastard.

"Still chasing?" Huo Qin patted the adjutant.

Siwen was like a hound under command, forgetting his purpose and chasing after the running toy.

……

Huo Qin watched the two leave.

Although the adjutant is capable, he is still young and has a quick temper. He was distracted after a while and let go of his joy.

Just as he was about to take a step, the corner of his clothes behind him was grabbed by a force.

Huo Qin: "..."

He stood there obediently, without moving.

Qianqiu's voice sounded, "Where are you going?"

Huo Qin turned around and did not answer her question.

"I thought you didn't wake up so fast, and I wanted you to sleep a little longer."

He watched her hand pull him, still stepping on the ground with bare feet.

He whispered: "You are not in good health, don't go barefoot."

Qian Qiu didn't intend to listen to him, and said: "You just finished sleeping and are you going to run away?"

"...I didn't," he said.

"I have evidence."

The pajamas on Qianqiu's body were loose, and she stretched out her slender fingers to tear off the shoulder straps.

She showed her slender neck, and there were bright red marks on her snow-white skin.

"Didn't you make these?" Qianqiu asked again.

He lowered his eyes, let himself ignore those traces, and could only answer: "...Yes."

"Then you ran away before you finished sleeping?" Qianqiu said.

Huo Qin pursed his thin lips tightly.

He was entangled for a long time last night, but he still couldn't hold it back. He left a mark on her body, but he didn't reach the last step.

Facing Qian Qiu's questioning, he was speechless.

Huo Qin didn't answer, and stretched out his arms to hug Qianqiu.

He restrained his strength, picked her up, and stepped on his military boots.

With one arm around her waist, with the other, he pressed her hand to his face.

"I left the adjutant here. If Huo Ming really annoys you, you can let him teach you a lesson."

"The certificate contracts you signed before allow you to continue living in the military compound..."

Qian Qiu interrupted him and said, "If you're not here, I don't need to stay."

Huo Qin paused, hummed.

"Of course, if you find a better home..."

"No one is better than you." Qian Qiu said in a careless voice, hugging him.

In her eyes, he is the only one.

No one is better than him.

Even those chaotic individuals are not human in her eyes.

Huo Qin didn't speak, but bent down.

His face was close to hers, his chin rubbed against the side of his neck, and his deep voice rang in his ears, with a numb breath.

He said softly: "If I can see you again, I have something to tell you."

Qianqiu has a shadow, her cheek was originally buried in his arms.

As soon as the voice fell, he immediately raised his head with a look of vigilance.

"Let me tell you first, I don't drink medicine."

Huo Qin couldn't help laughing, looked into her eyes, and gently kissed the corner of her eyes.

"If you come back, I'll bring you a Gesang." He said.

"is it beautiful?"

"Pretty," he said, "just like you."

"I don't believe it." Qian Qiu said lazily, "I'll believe it when you bring it back."

Huo Qin didn't answer, hugged her tightly, and rubbed her cheek with a trace of reluctance and tenderness.

"Please allow me to leave temporarily." He said softly, and slowly let go of his hand.

……

Before his mission, he thought about dying like this.

After defending the home country, it would not be a bad idea to bury deep in the cold soil with the dead comrades, and then guard the Gesang flowers all over the mountains and plains.

until I met her.

The seed buried in the darkness for a long time, after seeing its own light, swayed and grew a Gesang flower.

He wants to live.

Not only did he want to bring her the Gesang flower, but he also wanted to tell her that sentence himself.

Sorry for being late.

Sorry, I Love You.

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Gesanghua's flower language is pity for the person in front of him.

(End of this chapter)