General Attack] Daily routine of cannon fodder drilling (high H, np)

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Han Changfeng looked at the man who suddenly appeared. He had a pair of green eyes under his flaxen hair. The glassy eyes looked beautiful, but they were full of violence, which made people tremble with fear.

Taking his eyes away from the man's delicate facial features, the first thing he noticed was the wheelchair beneath him.

"Who allowed you to come to my room privately?"

The man spoke with a standard London accent, and without taking his eyes off Han Changfeng for a moment, he pretended to move inadvertently with one hand and quietly stretched it to the back of his waist.

"Sorry, I didn't mean any harm."

Han Changfeng spoke stammering English and raised his hands above his head to show his harmlessness. When he saw the man's actions, he thought of the mafia movies he watched, and a chill ran from his back to his scalp.

"I don't know why I'm here, I'm just sleeping in my room."

Han Changfeng guessed that the system was responsible, and couldn't help but swear in his heart. He was really going to be killed by the system.

The man's eyes darkened, and he was 30% worried about what Han Changfeng said, because the gun on his waist was missing.

"You said this was a dream?"

Han Changfeng nodded hesitantly. He couldn't tell. It was really a dream, but it was too real.

Before the two of them could say anything more, there was a sudden bang from the ceiling in the corner, and a giant flower entered the room and slowly opened its buds.

Han Changfeng was 100% sure that this was a dream. How could such a thing happen in reality.

The man in the wheelchair also showed surprise. He couldn't take Han Changfeng into consideration for a moment and stared straight at the flower.

The blooming time of the flowers was shorter than expected. In less than a minute, the buds had completely opened, blocking the holes tightly, and slowly exuding a sweet smell from the stamens into the space.

Han Changfeng couldn't help but hold his breath, but there is an upper limit to how long humans can hold their breath. After a while, Han Changfeng felt his head began to faint, and he quickly opened his mouth and started breathing.

The man next to him also felt uncomfortable. Even if he could hold on longer than Han Changfeng, it was only a matter of time before the door was locked and he would inhale the gas.

Han Changfeng fiddled with the door lock, and after confirming that it could not be dismantled with violence, he returned to the middle of the bedroom again, but the man sitting quietly aside seemed to have something wrong.

"Stop your steps."

The man's breathing was rapid, with a slight blush on his face, but the emotion in his eyes was still very fierce. If there was a handy weapon around him, Han Changfeng had no doubt that the man would do this to him.

"Okay, don't get excited."

Han Changfeng touched his nose and walked quickly to a corner, trying to keep the distance between himself and the man as far as possible.

Han Changfeng vaguely knew what it was, because his body began to feel hot. He glanced helplessly at the flowers on the ceiling and realized that it was a giant aphrodisiac.

The man obviously noticed the clue and looked at the flower with an unkind expression, but it was obvious that he had no choice.

Time passed little by little, and the room was filled with a sticky aroma, and the two of them had nowhere to hide.