"You can have some too!" Snead took a sip of the amber wine from his glass, placed it on the low cupboard, and picked up a bottle that had been placed next to his chair. He took the rest of the cigarette in his mouth www.biquge.info unscrewed the cap of the wine bottle with his hands, and added a little wine to the wine glass.

Cheng Qianxun declined: "No, I don't know how to drink." ”

Sneijder rarely does this, such decadence. He poured all the remaining wine in the bottle into the glass, raised the bottle and looked at the label on it, and smiled bitterly at himself: "Vodka, I really don't know how anyone likes such strong wine." It's probably only drunkards! ”

She couldn't feel happy, she could see that Snead had been gloomy since he was talked about behind his back. This is also the reason why Regel was excited when he heard that there was a way to return to normal, could it be that the way to pass this level was to use the hidden disease of infertility to win over his teammates? It feels like a charlatan, and it's the kind of cheating.

Snead was seen snuffing out the cigarette butts in his hands in the ashtray, which had at least four cigarette butts. Snead picked up the cigarette box that had been placed next to him and pulled another cigarette from it.

There was a match next to it, and Cheng Qianxun persuaded: "Don't smoke it, it's not good for your health." Smoking any more, Snead was not drunk but faint.

Snead smiled faintly, his smile full of bitterness. He put the cigarette down and rested it next to the ashtray, but picked up the glass again.

"Don't drink too, you've drunk a lot." She persuaded again.

Snead didn't listen this time, and after picking up the wine glass and taking a sip, his face was flushed, but his speech was clear. He pinched the wine glass in his hand, but pointed his index finger straight at Cheng Qianxun: "Do you know who you're talking to?" I'm an SS major, so I know what an SS is. ”

Obviously, the laxity at this time is just an illusion, like a cheetah taking a nap. Cheng Qianxun thought for a long time before saying, "Is it the Gestapo?" ”

Snead looked at her with reddish eyes and laughed violently: "That's the secret police, the black uniform is in charge of the security, what you really have to watch out for is the dark gray uniform, they are the snitches that make the other officers really scared." And I... ”

He stretched out his hand and wore a ring on the ring finger of his right hand: "Do you know what this skull ring represents?" ”

Looking at the silver ring, she shook her head and looked sideways at the end of the coat rack, with the eagle of the Third Reich at the top and a skull sign underneath. Let his military uniform add a kind of horror to the other uniforms.

"You really don't know anything." Snead picked up his glass and took another sip, exhaling wistfully into the ceiling: "It means that it is the guards in the concentration camp, and it is my job to let the extra people die every day." ”

"Sir, don't drink any more." Cheng Qianxun walked over, snatched the wine glass from his hand, and put it aside. Although she was afraid of death, she was terribly afraid, but she couldn't let Sneijder drink down her hard-won body. It's only a few days now, and in a month at most, the temperature will drop below freezing, and we will have to face a cold winter.

Seeing Sneijder staring at her, his heart felt weak again: "It's not good to drink, is the chief tired, or I'll help you pinch your shoulders." ”

She walked up behind Snead and reached out her hands and began to squeeze them around Snyder's thick shoulders.

Sensing that Snead was enjoying the service, he made a languid voice in the wings of his nose, which sounded magnetic: "Well, it's very comfortable, it's really much better than drinking." ”

The shoulders were thick and hard, and the fingers were sore, and Snead reached out and tapped her palm twice: "Okay." ”

The hand was so hot that her heart jumped with it, and she quickly retracted her hand.

The rain outside had lightened, and Snead got up from his recliner and walked to the windowsill in a very dashing posture, even in the most decadent moments. He looked out and saw that the flashlight was still there, and snorted.

Looking at Sneijder, who was different from before, her mood was secretly surging, such a teammate is more of a headache than the first layer, when she sees Rudolph who belongs to the enemy, what kind of attitude will she have?

"You're out of your mind again." Sneijder's voice came. She came back to her senses and looked at Sneijder, who was standing in front of the window. The high-altitude spotlight outside, which was used to prevent the captives from escaping, shone on the window from time to time, and through the rain on the window, the sparkling background set off Sneiard's tall and strong body.

"And you're touching the necklace again." Sneijder's words made her react, and her hand did touch the black feather pendant again.

Snead thought for a moment and turned his head sideways: "Come here!" There was a commanding tone in his words.

Cheng Qianxun walked over, stood in front of Sneijder, and looked up at him slightly.

Sneijder leaned his elbow against the wall next to the window and looked at her as well: "It's strange, how can you see that I'm not afraid?" The first time I met you, I felt like we had known each other for a long time. ”

It is true that there is such a feeling, even if everything is forgotten, but that subtle feeling is still there, as if it has been integrated into the blood.

Snead raised his hand, his hot palm gently caressing her face, and his eyes looked directly at her: "There is no fear in your eyes, but there is always a sadness in your eyes, and when you look at me and Legel, there is more sadness than when you look at those captives." What is hidden in your heart? ”

His hand slowly slid down his face, but there was a slight goosebump on his skin along the way, and his breathing involuntarily accelerated. Sneijder is no longer the Sneijder he once was, he is an SS, a Nazi killing machine.

With his hand at his neck and leaving, his fingers twisting her pendant, Sneijder looked down and muttered softly, "Even this is so familiar, but I can't remember where else I have seen it." As he spoke, his hand reached into her collar and rested on her neck.

At this time, the clear green eyes moved to her face again. The face is getting closer and closer, as if I want to look at it carefully and explore it clearly: "This face, this eye, are so familiar, and this lip... ”

When he said "lips" with a snort of wine, the lips were so close that Sneijder lowered his head, pinched her neck, and kissed her...

Cheng Qianxun was stunned for a moment, he was assessed as pure Aryan blood, how could this be?

But she didn't dare to move, and it was not a wise thing to annoy an SS skeleton major. Don't say that Sneijder is currently in the heavenly realm, and she is still her fiancé, even if it is a drunk, no matter what nationality an officer kisses her, if she wants to live, she should not resist... Look for an opportunity to stab the knife at the right time.

Sneijder's kiss at the beginning, with a little hesitation, the soft illusion, similar to the past, made her heart tremble slightly. But then, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as being crushed by the metal belt of the German tank tank. The hand that was originally holding the neck was pinched on the back of the neck and the back of the head, so that it was convenient for him to kiss fiercely unscrupulously, as if all the depression just now plus the catalyst of alcohol, all the brains poured into the kiss.

The damn bed was right next to the windowsill again, and there was no way to resist being hugged tightly, moved to the side of the bed in two steps, and was overwhelmed.

There was still a dark SS uniform on the bed, and when Sneijder came in just now, he must have taken off his military uniform and threw it on the bed after resting it on the coat rack, and went to pour wine and drink it in shame.

Naturally, she didn't have time to move the uniform, and she was pressed by Sneijder onto the black uniform with a special skull emblem.

On the previous level, she had a mouth and couldn't speak, but now she can speak, but she is blocked by a kiss, and she can't say anything. Don't expect to get rid of it, I've long understood the power of these men, if you press it, let alone break free, their weight alone makes it impossible for the body to move.

The hot, hot, heavy and unusually heavy kiss made the lips hurt unbearably. And Sneijder, who was polite and restrained even when killing, pulled open the front of her shirt with his hand roughly, leaned in and kneaded the small flesh on his chest.

The head is big, the ears are "buzzing", and the blood in the whole body has to flow backwards. At this time, Sneijder's every movement was extremely aggressive, without any gentleness at all, and he became a completely different person.

But what can she do? Just as she was resigned to fate, something unexpected happened again, but Snead let her go.

He jerked over and sat on the edge of the bed, gasping for breath, as if he were the one who lacked air after such a frantic kiss. The quiet room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing...

Those who were in uniform, especially those in Nazi uniforms, couldn't understand the mood at this time. This is the difference between reality and illusion, stimulus, definitely stimulus, it is stimulated to the point of almost fainting; It's not cool to death, but it's scary to death... At this time, Cheng Qianxun's heart was beating violently, and he didn't have the strength to move at all while lying on the bed, or he was too scared to move. The eardrum vibrates with each violent flow of blood, and you can feel how fast your heart is beating. Afraid that Snead would be angry, he took out a pistol and killed her.

After an unknown amount of time, Sneijder finally spoke.

His words were cold and short: "Get out." "Don't even look at her.

If it weren't for the fact that the tears were almost dry and there was not much left, it would have been enough to burst out of the eyes ... It didn't kill her, but it didn't make her feel relieved. Cheng Qianxun took a deep breath, held back the pain in his heart, and sat up. After getting out of bed, I walked to the door. After opening the door, he looked back at Sneijder, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed, his head down, not knowing what he was thinking. And the crumpled SS uniform on the bed proves that everything just now was not a dream.

He opened the door gently, walked out as little as he could alarm anyone, and quietly closed the door again.

The lights in the hallway were still on, about where the windows were opened, and the ventilation created made the chandelier flicker slightly. With the mood at this time, it feels gloomy and heavy.

She walked in a daze, and when she saw clearly, she found Regel standing by the door of her room, which happened to be in the darkness, and Regel was so tall that his uniform almost blended in with the whole environment, and looked like a pillar.

He happened to see her come out of Sneider's room in rags.

With a solemn expression, Regel reached out and opened her door, said "Come in", and took a big stride into the room. (To be continued.) )