Obedience

8

After several days and nights of fierce fighting, the arrogance of the rebels finally weakened.

However, from time to time, news of the biochemical intelligence being out of control came from the front line, which made everyone in the army panic.

It is rare to have a night when the war has subsided, and everything is silent.However, the entire residential area is shrouded in an atmosphere of fear.

Everyone knows that this is the calm before the storm.

The final battle is about to start.

He maintained a state of high mental tension for several hours, and the biological clock kept sending reminders that he needed to rest, but Arthur was still reluctant to fall asleep.

He was lying on the passenger seat, staring at the sleeping Vincent in a daze.

It has been almost five years since it left the factory.If he hadn't met Vincent, he didn't know how many years he would have been alone.

The child's mouth was slightly opened, breathing shallowly, and it looked like a good dream.

Not long ago, the child told him that he loved him.

His fingers gently caressed Vincent's curly hair, which was much longer and softer than when he first saw it.

The fingers slid over the curled and fine eyelashes, the high bridge of the nose, and rested on the lips.

Soft and bouncy, with a sweet flavor.

He remembered that touch, which once stopped on his cheek and also fell on the corner of his lips.

As if attracted by an invisible magic force, his body got rid of the control of the electronic brain, he leaned forward and printed his lips on it.

The sleeping face in front of her was innocent, as if she had not been contaminated by the world, exuding a clean smell.

"Vincent……"

Arthur called softly.

Vincent's cheeks flushed faintly, and he opened his eyes.

As the kiss deepened, he let out a small whimper and struggled.

Arthur stopped his movements, collected himself and raised his head, propping up his upper body with his elbows, creating a subtle distance between the two of them.

"Don't you like it?"

Vincent bit his lip, staring at him closely with a pair of big eyes, neither nodded nor shook his head.

"...Little guy, I give you the right to choose."

He gently stroked Vincent's cheek with his palm, felt the reassuring temperature, looked straight into his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice:

"If you don't want to continue, blink three times."

Vincent blinked once, then blinked again, and then remained silent, staring at him quietly as if playing a prank.The jet-black pupils without any impurities stretched as far as the eye could see, pure and innocent.

Arthur waited patiently for a long time, but he didn't make any gesture.

"I see."

He pursed his lips, raised his arms calmly, and walked away from Vincent.

At that moment, Vincent quickly reached out his hand, grabbed his neck and pressed down hard, two wet lips touched his, and rubbed them jerky.

A trace of unclear emotions captured his electronic brain, allowing him to think flawlessly.

The next second, he held down the back of Vincent's head, robbing him of all his breath.

The clean and sweet breath unique to a 15-year-old boy lingered at the tip of his nose, and he hugged the person in front of him tightly.

The little guy in his arms made a short and thin sound, with vague syllables, more like a name.

He had no time to think about whether it was reality or an auditory hallucination, and kissed Vincent's eyes and lips softly.

In the quiet night, the inaudible love words are as blurred as a dream.

"I love you too baby."

Vincent retracted into his arms, buried his face in his neck, and refused to look up.The soft hair tails rubbed against his face and behind his ears, tickling his heart.

It's like being in the clouds, like a dream.It was hard to calm down for a long time, making him unable to fall asleep.

Worried about disturbing the rest of the person in his arms, he kissed Vincent's hair and said softly:

"Sleep first, I'll leave for a while."

After speaking, he pulled off his coat, wrapped it tightly around Vincent, and bent over to get off the aircraft.

There was a hint of coolness in the night wind, and Arthur felt his electronic brain gradually cool down.

When he opened the door of the aircraft, he saw Vincent hugging his knees in a ball, staring out the window in a daze.

He froze for a moment, and felt that a corner of his heart gradually became soft and transparent.

"Why don't you sleep, are you waiting for me?"

He chuckled.

Vincent turned his face when he heard the words, the corners of his mouth turned up, his eyes reflected the bright starry sky.

Arthur opened his arms:

"come on."

Vincent crawled obediently from the driver's seat, nestled into his arms, and buried his face in his chest.

He tightly encircled the slender body in his arms, feeling the warm body temperature, melting into his body bit by bit.

He adjusted his posture to make the child sleep more comfortably, then closed his eyes, and murmured in his ear:

"It's almost over, Vincent. Right now, we can go home."

Vincent, who was in a drowsy sleep, put his arms around his neck, stroking his hair unconsciously with his slender fingers.

It seems to be saying, got it, go to sleep.

He smiled softly and fell asleep.