Gossip doesn't go away with your silence, in fact, maybe your silence will only bring them more excitement, and they will jump up and down to discuss: See, he doesn't refute it, he just admits it.

As a result, the label of "Mixed Eating and Waiting for Death Subject" has probably been printed on the brain of the cocoon god.

…… But it may have been that Lilith's own deterrent power had worked, or that Enochhe had said something after she had complained to Enochie, but in short, after that sudden episode that day, there was much less unbridled rhythm around the god - at least he could clearly feel the stares on his back drastically diminish as he walked through the dining room alone.

…… Of course, this may also have a lot to do with the fact that he has nothing to do when he learns to be obedient, just stays in his room and doesn't walk around, and actively annoys people.

But none of these gods care.

He knew very well what he wanted most now - that is, to be an identical "waste" that everyone guessed in their eyes, to forget about his own abilities, and to be with Enoch well: this guy summed up his concession and tolerance for himself as much as three times around the earth, and he never asked the cocoon god to compensate or even mention it, which made the cocoon god want to compensate him even more.

"- How's the restoration of the building upstairs?"

This morning, the yawning black-haired young man slid out of bed, groped in the dark and grabbed the big hand of the man who was already standing in front of the dressing mirror not far from the bed, squeezed his slightly cold palm, and then pulled him to make him turn around and face him.

"Which floor?" Enoch asked.

"Lilith and I broke that last time."

"What does it have to do with you, don't take everything on yourself, of course she will fix the things that the crazy woman has broken, and if her subordinates have any complaints about the extra overtime, they can complain to their immediate bosses themselves."

“…… Oh. ”

Complaining to Lilith?

It's like someone really dares to go.

The god lowered his eyes, but he didn't say anything in his heart, he just climbed up Enochet's arm and touched it again—and sure enough, he touched the man's strong chest, and he moved his fingers expressionlessly, pinched the shirt he hadn't had time to button, and slowly buttoned the first button on his chest.

Enoch stretched out his hand and pressed the hand of the god of cocoon, two slightly rough fingertips between the middle fingers of his right hand and kneaded and played, he bowed his head slightly, and there was an unfathomable affection in those red eyes, no one could read them - oh, maybe the god could, but unfortunately he couldn't see it.

Then Enochher let go of the cocoon.

He raised his chin slightly, patiently making the man standing in front of him stand slightly on his tiptoes, and fastening them one by one from the top button at a speed ten times slower than he might have done it himself—Enoch enjoyed the graceful appearance of the cocoon god buttoning himself, just as he enjoyed every night when the black-haired young man had a flushed enthusiasm on his face that he probably didn't know, and some eagerly opened the row of buttons with trembling hands.

-- The most frustrating thing is that when he loses his temper because of his inconvenient eyes, he feels more cute than distressed.

Thinking of this, Enochhe raised his eyebrows, and his hand unconsciously quietly attached to the waist of the cocoon god: "Friggia? ”

"Hmm."

"The fat man said, you haven't been out of the room much lately."

"No, it wasn't meant to." The cocoon god pulled the sneaky big hand behind him from his waist down to his ass back and put it back in place, "It's really inconvenient for my eyes, I can go to the activity room at most by myself, and I can't read, so I sit stupidly, so where is it not sitting?" ”

"Those people are still bullying you?"

"......" Enochie's statement made the god laugh, and he shook his head and muttered, "Who can bully me?" ”

“…… Also. Enoch said succinctly, "After all, you dare to bully me." ”

At this moment the god buttoned the last button of Enochie's shirt, and he took out his hand and patted the man's chest with warning and teasing, and the latter took his wrist and lowered his head to bite his lip.

And there is something that can't stop.

My breathing became unsteady, and when he felt a reaction somewhere in his body, and began to take the initiative to pester, Enochhe pushed him away, and said in an equally unsteady voice: "There is a meeting on the roof in ten minutes, and you can't be absent, and it takes about five minutes to walk up from here—why aren't you so enthusiastic?" ”

"Usually?"

"I can ignore the time when I undressed again and overpowered you."

“……”

The god shrugged, but he didn't feel much regret - although he also felt uncomfortable, he could roll back into bed and settle it himself when Enoch was gone...... So in Enochie's disgruntled muttering, he pushed the man out of the room.

The room fell silent as soon as the door slammed shut—so quiet that he could hear even the cocoon's own breathing.

Fu Shen felt a little bored, forcibly ignored the frustration in his heart, he yawned, and was groping to go back to bed and sleep again, when suddenly his hand accidentally touched a bag of Wen Ji on the table, and Fu Shen was stunned: There didn't seem to be such a thing on the table yesterday.

I guess it was brought by someone from outside? And the only one who came to me yesterday was Enochie, so it should have been brought by Enoch to prepare the materials for today's meeting.

The cocoon god frowned slightly, and wanted to open the door to call Enoch back, but he was greeted only by the whirring wind blowing in the corridor - there was no footsteps or anything like that, and after thinking about it, he felt that the man might have "taken a shortcut" and sat on the crow or something to go away, and finally had no choice, so he had to grab a coat and put it on the outside of his pajamas, and then grabbed the bag and didn't even have time to change his shoes and stepped on the slippers and went out.

Fu Shen was bent on getting Wen Jiàn to Enoche as soon as possible, so he walked very fast, going up an unknown number of steps along the way, until he passed a certain corner, his breath became unstable, and when he rested for about three seconds and raised his foot to continue walking, suddenly he heard a faint gasp from between his own chest, and his ears remembered the sound of "clicking" high heels.

The footsteps were heavy, not the sound of Lilith walking, and the average person must have been wearing heavy boots, so that person must have been a female super soldier - her steps were messy and fast, and she looked ......

Is it also in a hurry to go to the meeting?

"Who?"

The god of cocoon called, and was about to stop her and ask her to bring the information to Enochie, but she stopped at the sound of her footsteps, and then became more hurried than before.

“？”

The cocoon god is a little inexplicable.

But before he could react to what was happening, he suddenly felt a cold wind mixed with the smell of ice and snow blowing from the left, and at the same time, the howling of the cold wind was mixed with the familiar sound of the cocoon god: it was like something vibrating its membrane wings at a high frequency.

It's a giant dragonfly.

And many, many giant dragonflies gathering on the back of the base.

When the "buzzing sound" of the vibration frequency became louder and louder, the uneasiness in the heart of the cocoon gradually expanded, and the alarm bell rang loudly, and he wanted to reach out and pull out the pager to inform Enochie or the wolf or the chubby whomever it was, but his hand was empty: he realized that he was wearing the coat that Enochhe had changed yesterday.

My heart was cold.

At this time, he didn't even have time to react, and heard the sound of the door being opened somewhere not far to the right, and the sound of people laughing and talking - this time he even stood up with his cold hair: he didn't expect that not far from him there was an activity room filled with ordinary people who had no combat effectiveness.