MTL - Wife is Not Divorced-Chapter 102 crisp pears

No. 63 sounded like an old-fashioned radio, and after a long pause, he spit out a sentence: "Compensation?"

Chu Chisi nodded and looked serious: "Well, you have to compensate me."

She reached out and touched No. 63's forehead, No. 63 closed her eyes subconsciously, her long eyelashes hanging down obediently, like a golden retriever puppy with drooping ears, letting her rub her.

"My first aid kit was originally prepared for the end of the world, but now the alcohol bottle has been smashed by you. What if there is a sudden outbreak of a rigid virus?"

Chu Chisi said: "At that time, all the ground will be infected with the virus, and we will hide in the safe house, so there will be no alcohol to use for disinfection."

No. 63: "…"

What the **** is she talking about?

Seeing No. 63's bewildered face, Chu Chi sighed and rubbed her head again: "Why don't you speak?"

No. 63 was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't know what to say."

A few strands of brown-blond hair were scattered, and they were placed on the blood-stained forehead, slightly covering the drooping eyebrows of No. 63.

"When I was a child, I obviously talked a lot, and I could talk about all kinds of strange things for a long time."

Chu Chisi rubbed her: "Now the words have suddenly changed so much, I'm not used to it."

Her hands are so warm, and her movements are gentle and gentle. When listening to her voice, her heart always warms up, and there is a startling warmth.

Maybe it's really been too long.

No. 63 has long forgotten that touching may not necessarily cause injury or bleeding, and it can be so gentle and reassuring.

[I want her to touch myself more. 】

In the depths of my heart, such an idea popped up, which cannot be described in specific words, and is difficult to express.

No. 63 curled up at the table legs, shrinking himself even smaller.

The long brown-blond hair was dyed with blood and covered with a thick layer of snow. It was a little wet at first, but it was slowly dried by the indoor heating, and gradually became dry and soft.

The hand covering her head fell, and turned to hold No. 63's face, pinching the soft flesh with her knuckles, and said, "You ignore me."

No. 63 looks angular, thin and pale, but there is still a little flesh on his cheeks, which are soft when pinched.

Chu Chi thought to himself.

No. 63 was pinched by her obediently. Those light-colored pupils looked wet, and she said with some difficulty: "I didn't ignore you."

"Just...just..."

No. 63 had a hoarse voice and sighed: "It's just that I shouldn't be alive, I can't be here - the fact that you saved me is a mistake in itself."

It was a suicide attack, the transport plane had left, and all six squad numbers were buried in the snow, she shouldn't be that exception.

Chu Chisi asked, "Why not?"

No. 63 feels like she's back in her childhood, overwhelmed by her "what is a fairy tale" question: "Because... I should die on a snowy mountain."

Chu Chisi looked puzzled: "But your current physical condition is not bad. As long as the wound is treated well, the probability of survival is 80%."

No. 63 was dumbfounded: "But..."

"There's nothing wrong," Chu Chisi cut off her words, "I threw all the instruments on the snowy mountain, and it took a lot of effort to carry you back, but I'm not here to listen to you."

No. 63 was silent for a moment.

Chu Chisi stared at her earnestly, and under her fierce "offensive" and silent questioning, No. 63 finally couldn't hold it anymore:

"...because of surveillance."

No. 63 said: "All military dogs will carry a miniature bomb and positioning device, which can be detonated and detonated by themselves if necessary, and perish with the enemy."

Chu Chisi thought thoughtfully: "Is that the collar around your neck?"

No. 63 was stunned: "Yes."

Chu Chisi is very calm: "You touch your neck."

No. 63 reached out to touch it, but suddenly found that the black metal that had been buckled on the neck had disappeared without knowing when.

She panicked immediately, staggering about to stand up, but she was pressed down by Chu Chisi again: "What's the hurry?"

"Chu Chisi! That device can't be removed casually!"

No. 63 grabbed her shoulders and almost screamed: "Once you try to disassemble it, the bomb will detonate immediately! We will all die!"

Chu Chisi was very calm and touched her forehead.

"Don't worry," Chu Chisi said, "but we didn't die, so it's good to be here, right?"

After the 63rd, he reacted with hindsight, and the hand holding his shoulder loosened, and looked at her blankly: "Yes."

"That positioning device is too rudimentary," Chu Chisi said, "I removed it in five minutes, and sent a 'detonated-detonated' signal to your base by the way."

No. 63: "...???"

With that said, Chu Chisi turned away and let No. 63 glance at the small desk not far away. Sure enough, the black collar had been "ripped apart":

Sheets of metal, screws, circuit boards, connectors, chips, wires, etc. are all placed in different categories, stacked in small piles, neatly arranged in a row.

No. 63: "..."

How could she forget that the person in front of her was Dr. Chu's only daughter, a child who grew up in the research institute.

In the eyes of Chu Chisi, this machine that binds countless military dogs and controls their lives may not be enough to see at all.

No. 63 suddenly seemed to be discouraged, and sat on the cold ground a little dejectedly, smiling ironically to himself.

Also smiled at those dead figures.

She stroked her forehead in anguish, and when she raised her head, she met Chu Chi Si's clear and bright eyes.

"...Compensation, what do you want?"

No. 63 spoke slowly, his voice extremely indifferent.

"I can kill for you, no matter what identity, status, gender, it's the same for me."

Chu Chisi said, "I don't need you to kill for me."

No. 63 glanced at her, and the light-colored pupils seemed to say, "Then why did you work so hard to save me back?"

Chu Chi thought for a while, and threw a question that No. 63 had expected: "Can you cook?"

No. 63: "...?"

After a moment of hesitation, she said, "Yes."

When performing tasks, many times they need to disguise their identities, dancers with all kinds of styles, elites who can talk freely, and virtuous and docile servants.

No. 63 is indeed a chess piece, a piece that is easy enough to use, powerful enough, but controlled by others. No. 63 originally thought that Chu Chisi thought the same way.

Who would have thought that she only wanted to find a cook. .

Thanks to the first aid kit, No. 63 dealt with her injuries in a simple manner. She pulled out the fragments with agile movements, and sutured the wound with needles and threads.

The whole room was filled with the smell of blood.

Thick, heavy, breathless.

Chu Chisi tiptoed out to help her fill the water, and the small water basin was poured into one basin after another, and disappeared into the sewer mouth mixed with scarlet.

She kept looking at herself frowning, not knowing what she was thinking. No. 63 tied the gauze, then turned his head away, deliberately avoiding the sight of the other party.

No. 63 was already ready to sleep on the floor, and she was not picky, she just needed a place, but Chu Chisi dragged her up and stuffed it onto the soft bed.

The other party plausibly said a lot of wound care knowledge he had just read from the paper, and then squeezed No. 63 and lay down on her side.

No. 63 was curled up, the wound was still faintly painful and bleeding, but the bed was clean and tidy, and the sound of her gentle breathing fell on her ears, like tiny fluff, and she was cuddled up against her.

Countless painful lessons and experiences have taught No. 63 that you cannot fall asleep, and you should always be vigilant.

But she was really sleepy and tired, so she slowly closed her eyes.

When I opened it again, it was already dawn.

Chu Chisi kindly brought a small plate over and asked her, "Do you want breakfast?"

On the plate were two thin slices of bread with a piece of lettuce and a piece of ham sandwiched between them. There was no pretense at all.

No. 63 picked up the sandwich and chewed it slowly. The bread was cold and the meat was cold, which made her frown: "Do you usually eat this?"

Chu Chisi nodded: "Well."

She also had an identical ice-cold sandwich herself, and while biting it, she told No. 63 about the current situation.

The two are currently at the base of the scientific expedition team in the corner of the snow mountain. Chu Chisi is the team leader, or the main person in charge. There is also a deputy team and several students who follow the mentor.

As for why a tall and indifferent blond woman suddenly appeared in her room, her explanation for this was:

"You just say that you are a nearby resident," Chu Chisi gave her advice, "I am very familiar with mountain roads, and I hired him to help."

I don't know if the scientific research team is pure and simple, or if everyone sees it without saying it, everyone has a good ability to accept this "guide" that suddenly appeared, and did not ask too much.

No. 63 had been injured for a few days, and it was already very good. The Alpha physique made Chu Chisi envious, and even took a computer to record.

Needless to say, the matter of differentiation is still somewhat random.

Dr. Chu swore that she could differentiate into Alpha, but it turned out that she had not escaped that elusive probability.

However, since the end of the war, thanks to Admiral Tang Yiqi's admiration for pheromone control training, the influence of different genders has been minimized. Except for very few special occupations, all genders are equal.

For example, an Alpha with a very high level of differentiation and a strength close to an admiral, squatted facelessly beside the small stove to cook soup for her.

The snow-capped mountains are freezing cold. God knows where the rabbit caught on No. 63 came from. Under the horrified eyes of everyone on the scientific expedition team, she peeled the rabbit's skin and boned it, and threw it neatly into the pot to make soup.

Chu Chisi watched the whole process, squeezed over and poked No. 63 on the shoulder, "You are amazing."

No. 63: "…"

The firelight reflected on her cheeks, making her look thinner and more distant. No. 63 said nothing, but added some more seasoning to the pot.

Chu Chisi poked her again, "What did you just add?"

No. 63 pulled the knife out of her waist. Her waist was extremely thin and beautiful, with various hidden weapons tied around her.

She threw a knife with a sharp edge, "...you don't seem to be afraid of me at all."

Chu Chisi looked up at her with a puzzled expression.

"They gave me a nickname before," No. 63 casually swung the knife, "called—"

"Mad dog."

A dog that knows how to bite, is violent and fierce, and has long since fallen into madness.

"I think this name is very interesting, and it fits very well," No. 63 turned to look at Chu Chisi with a gloomy expression, "Isn't it?"

Chu Chisi looked at her and rubbed her head: "It's fluffy, it does look a little like a puppy - but I respect you very much and won't shout like that."

No. 63: "..."

This guy doesn't understand at all.

The tip of the knife sank into the tomatoes, and the juice poured out. No. 63 threw the chopped vegetables into the soup, and then scooped a bowl for Chu Chisi.

Chu Chisi happily took it, "Thank you."

No. 63: "…"

Chu Chisi was sitting at the table, looking at the documents with a tablet and stirring the soup with a porcelain spoon. She sipped the soup, looking a bit like a hamster.

No. 63 hugged her arms, sat beside her, folded her straight and slender legs, and looked in the direction of Chu Chisi from the corner of her eye.

It was just a bowl of the most common vegetable soup. Seeing that the other party was drinking with relish, No. 63 was a little puzzled and asked in confusion, "Is it delicious?"

Chu Chisi nodded affirmatively: "Well, it's warm, it tastes very good."

"Before you came, I ate all the sandwiches I used to eat," Chu Chisi explained. "Although the nutritional content is similar, it was too cold."

63 asked: "Why not do something else?"

Chu Chisi said, "I will only do that."

She answered quickly and calmly, and looked very serious. No. 63 looked at her black grape eyes and suddenly wanted to laugh.

"...Puchi."

No. 63 turned his head, put his hands together to block his lips, and just wanted to get up and leave, but was directly pulled down by Chu Chisi.

She was stunned for a while, and caught sight of him unexpectedly. Chu Chisi's eyes brightened and he said, "Are you smiling?"

No. 63: "...No."

Chu Chisi pushed her wrist away, and her fingertips poked her cheek, where it was soft, and it fell a little like snow at the touch.

She pushed No. 63's cheek lightly, and her body also got a little closer, a strand of hair fell between her neck, and there was a faint fragrance.

No. 63 stiffened, breathing a little.

Chu Chisi got very close and said seriously, "You're pretty when you're not smiling."

She pushed her cheeks with her fingertips, and she suddenly put out a smile: "However, you look better when you smile."

With a bang, his brain exploded, and these words were broken into pieces. No. 63 was completely stuck, and a little blush floated on his cheeks: "I..."

Chu Chisi withdrew her hand and sat back, but No. 63 was still frozen in place, her long brown golden hair spread out, covering the tips of her red ears.

His thoughts turned into a pot of porridge, and No. 63 was absent-minded, wrinkled a few facial tissues, and was about to pill.

As a result, the culprit was still drinking soup leisurely there, and asked casually, "Why are your ears so red?"

No. 63 clenched the paper tightly: "…"

"I'm a little hot, go out." No. 63 stood up expressionlessly, and quickly disappeared from sight.

She said she was "going out", but she disappeared for several hours.

Chu Chisi was worried about whether the golden retriever puppy (plus the cook) had left him and ran away. The door was tapped three times, and then quietly pushed open.

The snow-covered black backpack was thrown to the ground with a "bang". No. 63 leaned against the door, rubbing his knuckles awkwardly: "I went back to the snow-capped mountains."

"Your backpack, and that mess of equipment," No. 63 said stiffly, "I dragged it all back."

His throat was a little dry, No. 63 swallowed and was about to speak, but Chu Chisi suddenly rushed over, pressing Wei Liang's fingertips into his palm, holding her firmly in his hand.

"...Lizi, is this a goodbye?"

Chu Chisi looked at her and held her tighter: "Don't go."

No. 63 wanted to get rid of her, but he didn't dare to use too much force, so he could only let the other party drag her, looking a little anxious: "What goodbye, let me go."

"Those things are lost when they are lost, and they can be recreated when they are gone. It's very simple," Chu Chisi dragged himself tightly, "Don't leave."

Her hands were soft, but not as soft as cotton. They were used to holding pens and various tools, flexible and strong.

No. 63 froze, but still pushed her away, "I told you not to touch me!"

She roared fiercely, her light-colored pupils condensed slightly, like the kind of amber covered in mud, cloudy and muddy.

Chu Chisi looked at her and saw that No. 63 felt uncomfortable. She took two steps back and pinched her knuckles.

"Click" two muffled sounds.

No. 63 was half a head taller than her. When he looked down, there was a strong sense of oppression under the shadow's hood.

With a cold face, she said word by word, "Those who are too involved with me will have no good end."

The military dog ​​is an existence that can be replaced at any time. Over the years, the other numbers of the six teams have changed countless times, but No. 63 has always been her.

It was... as it should be.

But Chu Chisi is not afraid of her at all, rather, she has always had a hard time understanding what the so-called "fear" feels.

Those soft fingertips first touched No. 63's wrist, then slowly slid over the phalanx, and gently placed himself on the back of her hand.

No. 63 took a few steps back, and Chu Chisi took a few steps towards her, her soft palms against No. 63, and they were very close.

"Me too," she said softly.

The fingertips slid across the palm, and then took her **** and clenched her tightly. It's like the fire in the research institute a long time ago.

No. 63 muted his voice: "…"

Under the heavy gray dust, Lizi held her hand and ran on the mountain road. As far as she could see, there were scenes she had never seen before.

"My biological mother died, my partner was arrested. And now, my best friend wants to leave me."

Chu Chisi let go of her hand, then hugged her from the front, his warm breath fell on his neck, trembling and shivering.

"Pear, I've always been alone."

She said softly, "I have no relatives and no friends. It's hard to find you now."

There was a faint aroma on Chu Chisi's body. It smelled like clean snowflakes and branches and leaves, surrounding him without any cover.

No. 63 has never had such a tormenting moment in her life. Behind her is an extremely cold wall, and a warm person is buried in her arms.

Cold and hot intertwined,

Press her down and don't let her go.

Chu Chisi leaned against her, her voice so soft: "Don't go, stay with me for a while, okay?"