My general

The night before the seventeenth regiment set off, the quartermaster was indeed invited.

Just as the Quartermaster guessed, the food and wine in bars and fast food restaurants, as well as all the savings of the bar owner, were all burned. The so-called "practice", the bar owner can only produce chocolate biscuit bars and the cheapest beer.However, the quartermaster did not bring other food himself, so as not to hurt the self-esteem of the bar owner to "practice" for him. The last "practice banquet" was just two people leaning on the high table of the bar in the rough room with a candle Side by side with beer and biscuits.

"Don't you want to stuff my mouth?" The bar owner looked at the biscuit in the quartermaster's hand, "I think you seem to like stuffing food in my mouth."

In fact, what he wanted to stuff was something else.The quartermaster looked at the biscuit in his hand, but still stuffed it into the bar owner's mouth.

"Actually, you don't have to tell your apprentice not to let me into the kitchen. I like to watch other people cook." The bar owner bit off the biscuit stick, lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyelids, "When I was young, every time my mother came into the kitchen , I will also follow in, and then she will put the freshly cooked food into my mouth while cooking. Since she died in a fire 15 years ago, I thought that there would be no second portrait in my life Like her..."

No wonder he looked that way the first time the quartermaster stuffed the sausage into his mouth.

"Don't you think this kind of biscuit is made like a cigarette?" The bar owner held the biscuit stick in his hand in the posture of holding a cigarette, "When I was young, I used to use the biscuit stick to imitate my dad's smoking, which made him laugh. Until there was a fire at home, I was so scared that I once saw these biscuit bars and took a detour. Are you stupid?"

The bar owner lowered his head, not seeing the pain in the eyes of the quartermaster looking at him.

"Do you like my mouth? After so many years of despicable business, I have never sold my mouth." The bar owner looked up at the quartermaster, "You have done so much for me, and this is the only thing I can repay you." Then he knelt down in front of him.

The quartermaster was inexplicable, and felt that he was undoing his belt and clasping the bar owner's chin.

"I've never boasted to anyone!" The bar owner hastily defended, "Even, I've never kissed anyone other than you."

The quartermaster held his chin tightly.

"Do you still think it's dirty?" The bar owner smiled wryly, "Yeah, who would believe such words?" Unexpectedly, after standing up, it was the mouth of the quartermaster.

Through the lips, over the jaws, tongues dance together.The owner of the bar has been flirting since he just reached the legal age, but this is the first time he has experienced a real kiss, and he has been kissed until his legs become weak.The quartermaster simply picked him up and pressed him hard against the wall, more and more intensive kisses all the way down his neck.Tables were kicked over and biscuits scattered all over the floor, quickly crushed by feet in army boots.The candle rolled twice on the ground, the wick fell into the spilled beer, and was extinguished reluctantly.Clothes fell one by one, throwing them all over the room. Through the narrow window, the moon peeped at the two intertwined figures on the wall.

In the midst of confusion and love, the bar owner still hasn't forgotten his professionalism: "Come on..." Before he finished speaking, his body and mind were ruthlessly filled by the quartermaster.

will you come back?When will you come back?Will you still come to me? ...Without having time to ask any of these questions, the Seventeenth Regiment had already set off early the next morning.When the bar owner woke up, the people around him emptied the bed, leaving only a bank card and a note with the password on it.

"Hey, it's too much." The bar owner lay down in the place where the quartermaster had slept, trying to recollect his body temperature from the cold bed, and smiled wryly at the bank card.