A Doomsday Puppy and His Dad-Like Caregiver

Imagination and fantasy, all characters are subject to the author's approval! No matter what the world becomes and how miserable human beings live, nature - this ignorant and conscientious god will never stop exercising its great power, allowing everything in the world and everything that survives to usher in this irresistible, cold and bleak late autumn like it has been for countless years in the past. The cool wind passed through the city, blowing over exposed steel bars, broken cement, and gray weeds that were still surviving tenaciously. It rolled up dry and bloody fragments on the ground. Next to these fragments, there was often a mutilated human skeleton with tooth marks and residual flesh. A foot wearing a white sneaker broke the near-death silence. The owner of the foot was wandering around as if bored, and kicked a pebble that happened to appear far away, making a lively collision sound. Li Yan was walking in the blood-stained streets with no interest. Although his eyes were unfocused, there was an unconcealable, spoiled childishness in the movement of his eyes. He is like a white lamb, the angel of heaven, the favorite prey of the infected But no matter how bold and heinous an infected person is, he must consider whether he can defeat the brutal knight behind him before taking action, a loyal wolf that follows his master all the time. "Alexei——" Li Yan opened his mouth and called him in a long voice. His tall lover, who was one step behind, stopped scanning the environment and took a few steps to stand side by side with Li Yan. Above the black tactical mask were a pair of deep blue eyes and a long, ferocious bloodstain running through his face, making his chilling temperament even more bizarre. But his cute, innocent little deer turned a blind eye and said coquettishly, "I'm so bored——" He smiled helplessly and said softly, "Didn't you say you wanted to go on an adventure and then you got tired of it after a while?" "But, it's still the same here." Li Yan muttered that all dangers here have been eliminated by Alexei. The bloody dragon guarding the treasure will kill all dangerous enemies that come close. No one can harm his cute little pearl. Li Yan didn't know that his gentle and tall lover had a bad reputation outside, or he didn't care. Alexey still loved and cared for him as always, treating him as his most beloved child and lover. So what about his occasional violent outbursts? Perhaps only this innocent and twisted pure child can grow a noble and wonderful flower of love with the bloodthirsty and cruel mercenaries. The roots are hideous but extremely beautiful. "Alexei, look, what did I find?" Li Yan's eyes lit up and he ran over excitedly. It was a dilapidated clothing store with an old-fashioned decoration style outside. The diamond-lattice plastic wall had been stained with blood, and the broken glass windows were scattered all over the floor. The bloody events that happened here could still be vaguely seen. "Be careful, sweetheart." Alexey's chest vibrated and he made a magnetic snapping sound. His blue-green eyes narrowed slightly, like a ferocious wolf that has locked onto its prey. Even if Alexei has eliminated all living creatures in the city, there is no guarantee that there will be some small traps left by the remaining infected people, crossbow arrows shot from behind the door, huge axes falling from the top of the head, or animal traps that cut off the legs. Those infected people whose fingernails are covered with flesh and blood are always willing to vent their desires in the screams of others, and their twisted hearts will get almost heavenly satisfaction in the process. Alexey clicked his tongue with the tip of his tongue against his chin, a tone full of disdain. He was used to such tricks. He protected the deer behind him and kicked open the shaky brown wooden door. He strode in, dodged the red fire ax that fell on the door, and used the AK-103 he brought to shoot off the trigger spring on the side. The sharp needle penetrated deeply into the old gray wall. Whether there were traps on the floor, trigger bombs in the drawers, and even stinking disgusting dead bones, he had to clean up for his sweetheart - although his sweetheart didn't seem to be afraid of these. After a burst of crackling, Li Yan's eyes were shining, and he couldn't wait to pull his tall lover who just came out and rush into the house again. The clothing store does still retain the atmosphere of the past. Several Spanish-style tutu skirts are lying crookedly in the corner. A layer of dust has fallen on the lace and satin, but the complicated gold thread embroidery still glows slightly in the light that leaks in through the window. Li Yan had already rushed to the row of baroque-style brocade jackets. His fingers passed through the thick dark green and sapphire blue materials. His fingertips sank into the velvet surface, raising fine dust and dancing into golden mist in the air. He pulled out a dark green long coat decorated with pearl buttons and gold and silver thread embroidered curly grass patterns. The wide cuffs were hung with layers of beige lace, and there was a dull ruby ​​brooch on the collar. He turned to Alexey and smiled, his eyes as bright as the neon lights in those windows before the apocalypse: "Look at this! There is actually a complete set!" Alexei leaned against the door frame and remained motionless, his eyes following Li Yan's figure spinning among the clothes racks. The rustling sounds of the turned-over clothes, mixed with Li Yan's occasional exclamations and soliloquies, seemed too lively in this dead city. Alexey's fingertips unconsciously picked at the peeling paint on the door frame, and the familiar dryness in his mouth surged up again - every time Li Yan showed his happiness without any defense, the urge to press him into his arms would grow exponentially. He knocked the back of his head against the door panel, and the wood made a dull sound before the arrogant thoughts calmed down. When Li Yan squeezed over holding the heavy brocade coat, his whole body looked like he had just been fished out of the sun, and even the part of his neck exposed by the collar was glowing red. Alexey lowered his eyes and took the pile of clothes for him, his knuckles touched the back of Li Yan's hand, and he paused for a second before moving away. "We'll talk about it when we get back," he said in a low voice, "it's getting dark outside." When the door lock of the safe house clicked, Li Yan could not wait to shake off the scarlet coat on the sofa. The velvet cloth surface glows with a dim silken light under the dim light, the curly grass pattern embroidered with gold and silver threads wraps around the shoulders and spreads from the hem, the pearl buttons glow with a warm matte finish, and the lace cuffs are like a solidified cloud. Li Yan's mind suddenly changed and he had an idea. "Alexei, can you go and see how much our material reserves are?" He widened his eyes and used a poor excuse to send his lover away. He paused for a moment when he saw Alexei's shadow in the mirror. The door opened and closed, and the footsteps walked away along the corridor, calm and obedient. Li Yan then looked away from the mirror. He put on his clothes hastily. The velvet feels thick and cold against the shoulders, and the lace cuffs hang down around the wrists, feeling light and itchy when brushing against the skin. He stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkles on his collar. The person in the mirror had bright brows and a well-protected sense of pride and nobility. The light split the shadows, and the swirling embroidery of gold threads burned on the long scarlet velvet coat. The collar of the ivory white silk shirt underneath was piled with fine lace, and the ruffled cuffs spread over the jacket and trembled slightly as Li Yan raised his hand. A black satin belt was loosely tied around the hips, with golden tassels hanging down. When he strode past, the tassels dangled in arcs; the side seam of black straight pants was secretly slit, and occasionally a section of silver brocade lining was exposed, echoing the dark green velvet scarf on the chest - there was a carved brass button in the middle of the scarf. When he adjusted it casually, a proud smile appeared on the corners of his lips. This gorgeous outfit does not look heavy on him, but gives him a flowing and lively look because of his brisk steps and bright eyebrows. He turned his head to talk to someone, and the light slid along his jawline into the folds of his collar, and the edge of the lace rubbed against his collarbone. He didn't realize it, and just smiled to himself, with a smile that was spoiled and innocent. Those golden thread embroideries on his body no longer looked like heavy history, but seemed like feathers that had grown with him since birth, gorgeous but light - as if the moonlight turned into stars and followed the hem of his clothes as soon as he turned around. The thick night spread outside the door, and there was a slight sound when hard leather boots fell to the ground. It was Alexey who came back. Li Yan squinted his eyes and smiled, and his evil intentions suddenly emerged. He straightened his shoulders, pretending to be serious and looked at his lover who opened the door and walked in, and said softly but solemnly: "My knight," Li Yan's voice sounded in the darkness, half a tone lower than usual, and the tail tone rose slightly, like a thread hanging from a high place, "Why do you come to swear an oath to me now?" He sat up straighter, and the scarlet coat slid halfway down, revealing the collar of the shirt underneath. The moonlight moved over just in time, illuminating his upright sitting posture and slightly raised chin. He put his fingers on his knees and tapped his knuckles twice unconsciously - this detail was very Li Yan. He was obviously playing the role of a feudal noble, but the liveliness in his bones still leaked out from his fingertips. Alexey's Adam's apple moved. Then he lowered his head, bent his knees, and landed on the heavy solid wood floor with one knee with a soft sound. His movements were very slow, as if confirming the ritual sense of the play - his right hand clenched his fist against his heart, and the other hand was placed on his knee. His back was straight, and even the muscle lines on the back of his neck that had been tense all year round showed a solemn arc in the moonlight. Li Yan was sitting on a high-backed chair, his scarlet coat spread out, and the gold embroidery shimmering in the candlelight. He propped up his cheek with one hand and tilted his head to look at his lover who was kneeling on one knee in front of him - the man had broad shoulders and a straight back, and was wearing a black combat uniform with a thick outline. His body seemed to carry the smell of gunpowder smoke that had passed through life and death. He was as ferocious as a wild beast, but he was motionless. He lowered his head, and his short dark blond hair was covered with a cold light by the candlelight, making it difficult to see his expression clearly. "Alexei." Li Yan trailed off when he called his name, like weighing a piece of candy on the tip of his tongue. Alexei finally looked up. It was an angular face with deep eyebrows and gray-blue eyes like the ice on a frozen lake, without any extra emotion. A cross blood line spanned the entire face, giving it a dangerous aura. He looked straight at Li Yan and remained quiet for a moment. Then he pulled out the short tactical blade from his calf, then folded his hands to hold up the sharp blade that had protected his lover. His movements were as steady as doing something he had repeated thousands of times. "My lord," he spoke, his voice was extremely low, as if it rolled out from deep in his chest, and the ancient honorifics in Russian rolled over his tongue with a rough friction sound, "may the Father in heaven and the icons on earth bear witness -" He paused, raised his gaze, and fell on Li Yan's eyes. The moonlight only illuminated half of his face, while the other half was buried in shadow, but the look in that eye was like molten iron, hot and calm. "I swear by the blood of my ancestors, and by the steel of my sword as proof," he read in Russian slowly, and some words seemed like old things salvaged from the depths of his memory, "no matter whether the winter nights are long or the summers are short, whether the land is fertile or barren -" Li Yan's shoulders shook slightly. He originally just wanted to tease Alexei, to see him sigh helplessly and indulgently, and then pat his head helplessly. But Alexei was too serious when he was kneeling there, and the moonlight turned his outline into cold silver, but the words he said fell to the ground hot, and every syllable seemed to have weight. "My life, my blade, my blood," Alexei pressed his right fist tighter on his heart, his knuckles turning white, "I dedicate it to you until death." After he finished speaking, he lowered his head, his forehead almost touching the back of his hand. It was dark outside the house, and there was a distant whine from the wind through the broken walls, but the sound was isolated outside this door. There were only two people left in the safe house breathing quietly. Li Yan's eyelashes trembled a few times in the moonlight. He smiled, as if stars were falling under his eyes, and said delicately: "My knight, kiss me now" Li Yan's commanding Russian words fell from his lips, with a naughty rising tone at the end. Alexei's eyes darkened. He did not stand up immediately. Instead, he leaned forward slightly while kneeling on one knee. He moved his right hand from his heart to his lips, kissed his knuckles, and then handed it to Li Yan. This was an old ritual used by ancient Russian knights to express to their lords that "the kiss has been passed on." He whispered: «Слушаю и повинуюсь, мой господин.» (Obey your orders, my master) Alexey's voice was very low when he said this, and the hard consonants of Russian were crushed from the depths of his throat. His eyes dropped to Li Yan's knees, and he raised his eyes after speaking. In those eyes that were always indifferent to outsiders, there was only tenderness and doting diluted by the moonlight. Then he stood up, stepped across the night between the two of them, leaned down, and kissed her commandingly.

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