被基因匹配后雌虫性转了[虫族]

Chapter 11

Under the thick, ink-like black night, stars lit up. After getting rid of all the afterglow of the lights, the starry sky seen from above is a unique sparkle. However, Levine clearly realized that it is never the starry sky that changes, but the perspective of the observer.

There were footsteps behind him. Tonight's guests were invited. Levin didn't turn around, and asked without reason, "Do you like the starry sky?"

Then, without listening to the respondent, he asked and answered by himself: "I probably don't like it. In the vast and boundless universe, there is a picture of the same stars every day. You astronauts have long been tired of seeing it."

Levin tilted his head, and his pale forehead lightly pressed against the cold panoramic glass, allowing the glass to press a circular mark on his full forehead.

He explored the emotions in Creamer's eyes with his eyes, "How about going back to the capital star? Will the feeling of the starry sky above your head be uncomfortable? Or, after being free for too long, I have already given up the prudence that should be in the center of power. forget?"

The glass conveys a hint of coolness and infuses reason into thinking. Under Levin's calm and decent appearance, there was still a trace of imperceptible sullenness.

The distant night covered Levin with a layer of dim silver light, and his silver hair was messy on his shoulders, which made people want to reach out and tidy it up irresistibly.

Creamer resisted the tumultuous hand, and he understood. He was never good at explaining, and put the pre-typed belly draft into words, hiding some confidential parts, "Patriarch Farrell has already arranged, isn't it This time will also be the next time. I... have never touched Roche."

It's hard to imagine that a child would call his male father the head of the family. The well-defined address puts the alienation and indifference between all relatives on the table.

It was also the male father who, using unscrupulous means and the protection of the male son by the Supreme Law, put the shackles on Creamer, who had just carried the honor, on fabricated charges.

The schemes among nobles are so dirty and indecent.

"Is that right?"

Levin bit his lip and asked back.

Intellectually, he understands that it is completely wrong to blame a victim for not being cautious, but when he thinks that Creamer will persecute his stupid cousin who has to marry him because of an unprovoked conspiracy, the flame of anger cannot be extinguished.

But now, Creamer's explanation is obviously not enough in his eyes.

Levin suppressed his anger secretly, wanting to hear more explanations, but the silent military female gave a perfunctory result that shifted the focus.

"I'm fine. This time, it's just a temptation from my family. With the commander in chief at my back, they can't do anything to me."

Creamer wanted to draw a clear line with him and avoid talking about the key content, but he wanted to tear off the mask of calmness to see what kind of heart lay beneath the appearance of forbearance.

"Okay." Levin walked towards the pre-booked seat with a smirk, "Come and sit. I specially reserved the seat for you. It's a pity not to enjoy it."

Creamer pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Levin, looking uncontrollably at the piece of skin on Levin's forehead that was reddened by the glass. Little did they know that everything was just the calm before the storm.

The table was immediately filled with fragrant dishes, and the candlestick flickering in the center made Creamer uncomfortably pull his front.

"I don't like waiters coming in again and again to disturb our meal, so I asked them to serve all the dishes at once. It's a bit informal. I hope you will forgive me."