The protagonist nodded, the shadow cast by the mask well concealed the strong possessiveness in his eyes. What he fell into Rong Wan's eyes were just a few more wounds on his slender fingers, dry and peeling lips, and a slightly pale complexion.

"Come in first." Rong Wan took the cake and felt distressed, but his face was still indifferent, his tone was calm, but his footsteps were obviously much lighter.

He pulled the protagonist to sit down and gave the protagonist another medicine.

Then he took out the knife and fork, took a bite of the cream on top of the cake, and put it in his mouth.

...

...

Rong Wan's face was almost distorted: "..."

system:"……"

The protagonist tilted his head and pointed to the cake, as if to ask him how it tasted.

After I finished this, I remembered a setting in the original text. After the protagonist became a war machine, the laboratory deprived him of the right to taste food in order to make him better into the war, so his sense of taste was reversed from that of ordinary people, or in other words, there was no sense of taste at all. Therefore, this cake is very bitter and has an indescribable sour taste.

Bitterness spread in Rong Wan's throat, he couldn't force himself to take another bite no matter what, so he tried his best to put down his fork calmly, and said lightly, "Not bad."

The protagonist is happy.

Rong finished his heart even more bitter. He made an excuse to let the protagonist go out, and then hurriedly disposed of the cake in the corner of the room.

Jin Zhao left Rong Wan's room with a satisfied look on the corner of his mouth.

He was afraid that his burning eyes would make this person feel scared, and he was worried that he did something that this person did not agree with. He must disguise himself, because he knows that only by disguising himself will the gentleness that this man exerts on him. Even if the face under disguise is ugly - but, never let this person find out, won't it work?

He didn't just want to get this person, he also wanted to protect this person.

He wanted to give this man everything he had, even if he had nothing.

He stood silently outside the room for a long time, his face was calm and content, a level of stability he had never had in more than ten years. Then he didn't know what he remembered, and his eyes gradually became gloomy again, mixed with a dark and bloody look. He doesn't want much, but there are always people who want to stop him. He has always been deprived of so much, why can't he win something for himself?

This time he's grown up, no longer the helpless child he was when he was twelve years old.

No one can take what he wants from him, no one.

It rained heavily that night, and it was pitch black outside. Rong Wan was thinking about the marriage and the cake the protagonist made in his heart. He remembered the description in the original text that when the protagonist was abandoned by his biological parents and was taken into the laboratory, there was such a heavy rainstorm.

So he couldn't help sitting up.

The system asked: "Host, what's the matter?"

Rong Wan: "I didn't call you. Everything about your protagonist's whereabouts has been blocked, and calling you is useless."

system:"……"

After Rong got out of bed, put on a coat, and planned to go to the protagonist's room to have a look. But I also felt that in the middle of the night, the protagonist was quite vigilant, and it would be bad to go in and cause a fright, so he crawled back to the bed angrily, leaning against the wall and didn't sleep.

At the same time, Lu Sujun stood in the bathroom, slowly shaving the green stubble above his lips in front of the mirror. He hadn't slept well for several days in a row, causing his eyes to go black. His face was not as gentle as it was during the day, but a lot more stern, and as if he had made up his mind, he resolutely stared at himself in the mirror.

At this moment, don't know if it was his illusion, the floor-to-ceiling window made a slight noise, which was a little terrifying.

The author has something to say: Rong Wan: The protagonist is a weak and helpless little pity (slap in the face)

Lu Sujun: Zhujing will definitely not treat me like that for a mere slave (slap in the face)

Princess Su Ya: Admiral Zhu Jing will definitely not accept Major Lu's marriage (slap in the face)

Jin Zhao: Even if the face under disguise is ugly, but never let this person find out, won't it work? (slap in the face)

Chapter 16

Lu Sujun turned his head subconsciously and glanced at the window, but there was nothing, only the curtains fluttered slightly by the strong wind outside. At this time in the past, he should have fallen asleep long ago, but he has been in such a messy mood recently, so he didn't fall asleep in the middle of the night.

I don't know what Nagisa is doing at this time.

Lu Sujun took a tissue, wiped off the water droplets on his neck in annoyance, and threw it into the trash can beside his feet. But don't know if it was the nature of a soldier, but he suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if some kind of potential threat was crawling towards him. However, the room was empty with only him, where did the threat come from?

What's more, the Lu Mansion is heavily guarded, and there are alarms everywhere, and there is no possibility that there will be any assassins or the like.

Lu Sujun secretly said that he was too nervous, but the moment he raised his head, the hairs on his neck suddenly stood up and shuddered, instinctively——

He suddenly realized what! The elbow quickly moved to the back to block, but it was too late! A dagger that was as cold as a viper pressed against the side of his neck. The wind was blowing, and all the lamps blew up in an instant.

The whole room was plunged into eerie darkness.

"Don't move." The cold voice, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, came out of his throat, looking dry and strange.

The overwhelming spiritual force oppressed.

Lu Sujun had never seen such a powerful mental power. Even Zhu Jing, the general who was known as the youngest and most powerful general in the empire, had far less mental power than this person. What's more, he was never as good as Zhu Jing!

At the moment when the sky was pierced by lightning and thunder, after Lu Sujun saw his pale face in the mirror, it was another face——