Apocalyptic Dark Age

After Luo Xing had sex with Gao Feng before, there were some shadows in her heart. The first time was always painful and she still remembered it freshly. But under Gao Feng's caress, all the shadows disappeared. She felt as if she was lying on the clouds, deep in her heart. The ground fell into a whirlpool like the impact of warm water.

Luo Xing clenched her teeth at first, but then she couldn't help but open her red lips, revealing her bright red and tender tongue. She was like a puppy, so cute it made people feel distressed, but on her face was a seductive expression of pain and joy. Peak It was as if there was magic power on her lips, which followed her chest and lower abdomen, all the way to the Triangular Forest. As soon as they touched her, she heard a sweet cry, and Luo Xing's whole body tensed up and trembled.

Gao Feng stopped all movements, held Luo Xing's waist, and looked at her expression. Luo Xing's eyes were blurred, as if he didn't know she was in a dream, but his hands actively hugged Gao Feng's neck, making his cheek close to his belly. , as if trying to cover the peak with his belly.

But she herself didn't know what she was doing. Her beautiful eyes looked at the roof aimlessly for a while, then moved to Gao Feng's face, as if she had been burned. She quickly let go and covered her face, but she no longer Cover other parts of your body.

Gao Feng stood up and whispered in Luo Xing's ear: "Tell me, whose woman are you?"

The hoarse voice was low and magnetic, but it was the best aphrodisiac at the moment. It made Luo Xing's whole body tremble again, and his legs rubbed again, but he lowered his head and was too embarrassed to say anything. He put his hands behind his back, no longer Cover it up and look resigned.

"What do you mean?" Gao Feng was not in a hurry anymore. He lifted up Luo Xing's chin with his right index and middle fingers, making her eyes meet his. Her wet deer-like eyes flashed aside within a second of being piled up. , but refused to say anything.

Gao Feng raised a smile at the corner of her mouth, and her left hand was not idle, causing Luo Xing to moan and twist her body. Her cheeks were so red that they were about to bleed. Finally, she said:

"I am your woman, I am your slave girl..."

As soon as these words came out, Luo Xing was so ashamed that she could no longer raise her head. The next moment she was lifted up by Gao Feng. Before she could understand what was going on, just like the last time, she fell into the feeling of being penetrated again, and the warm water was In the ups and downs of the peak, it is like waves rushing out in waves, and the corners are on the ground.

Fengyue sat on the ground outside the door, closing her eyes and listening to what was going on inside, and her legs were twisting unnaturally.

If you want to conquer a woman's heart, you must first conquer her body. Luo Xing will never say anything wrong about Gao Feng. He will serve Gao Feng willingly like the most obedient little daughter-in-law.

Gao Feng didn't give Luo Xing much tenderness, and accepted Luo Xing's service like a big man. Behind the red-faced Luo Xing, Fengyue looked at Gao Feng with resentful eyes like a resentful woman, and before their eyes collided, Avoid it. She knows her identity and won't dwell on it. She just feels sorry for herself.

Xue Yatou didn't know what happened from beginning to end. After waking up, she sat happily at the dining table and ate what she liked. Gao Feng ate everything in the bowl in twos and twos, walked to the iron box, and took out the food. Pass the innermost diary with a peeling cover.

The owner of the diary is also the owner of the box. For others, the paper that is just perfect for wiping their buttocks is the treasure in Gao Feng's heart. He slowly opened the diary. On the first page, written in neat pen calligraphy, 'For Senior Liu Zhijun' The handwriting was delicate and graceful, but it was a girl's handwriting. A cute cartoon pig's head was drawn at the bottom, which made Gao Feng feel warm in his heart. All cute girls like to draw pig heads, and so does his Fei'er.

For some reason, Gao Feng felt a little jealous of the owner of the diary. This person named Liu Zhijun was different from him. He had his own name, but he only had a number. He never knew who his parents were, and he had no schoolmates. The senior sister expressed her affection for him.

Liu Zhijun is a student majoring in air service at a military academy. He studies the maintenance and upkeep of helicopters. The data and maintenance procedures of various helicopters are recorded in it. These things have been skipped by the peak, and only the mood diaries written occasionally are read.

"On March 23rd, Qing, I was finally transferred to the direct flight brigade, which was still the leading Northwest Wolf Flying brigade. My classmates were all envious of me. These guys must be jealous of me. They drank three bottles of liquor from me during dinner, and when I woke up, I found myself They fell asleep in the toilet, they must have done it on purpose...

"On May 7th, the light rain turned cloudy. There was no holiday or Sunday. The whole day was endless simulation training. I was always covered with engine oil, but I was not allowed to touch the helicopter. Don't they know that I am a member of the class? The first place in the game? Wait, when I can take over, I will be surprised by all the guys who laugh at me."

"Wu Meng wrote me a letter. This little girl, really thinks I don't know. Did she give the diary? She can't even disguise her handwriting. She is such a little fool. I wonder what she looks like now. "Have you learned how to dress up? I must tell her that girls can't dress up too beautifully..."

"On December 31st, the war in the northwest was tense. Bad news came every day. Pilots were killed every day. Even the logistics were not safe. Thirteen graduating classmates in one class had died. It was really not auspicious. I don’t know who is the fourteenth? Maybe it’s me, maybe it’s not me. Why don’t I care at all? I don’t know how Wu Meng is doing. I haven’t received her letter for two months. Don’t worry. …….”

"We say we won a great victory, we say it was the greatest victory in history, but why did only twenty-one of the ninety-eight helicopters that went out come back? Why are we not even allowed to mention the names of the pilots who died? Will the blockade hide the truth? ? I'm fed up with the lies, I'm fed up with the endless flattery. Only the soldiers on the front know what's going on. Only we know how much the losses are. Will we lose?"

"Pa..." Gao Feng closed the diary fiercely, his heart filled with anger towards Liu Zhijun. He thought Liu Zhijun was a coward, and these words were blasphemous to the frontline soldiers. No one knew what the frontline was like better than him. Infantrymen live in water and heat, with no rest, no food, no safe hiding place, or even a place to sleep quietly. Today's friends are tomorrow's corpses, and tomorrow's reinforcements are cannon fodder the day after tomorrow.

Gao Feng is a warrior at heart. He knows better than anyone else that a warrior can lose his body, limbs or even everything. The only thing he cannot lose is his confidence, because depression is contagious. Once you find something is wrong, you must hurry up. Adjustment, otherwise he would harm an entire company of comrades. He executed no fewer than five soldiers with his own hands, all of whom had suffered mental breakdowns, leading to mental disorders.

Gao Feng's eyes fell into the memories of his past life in a daze. In the past, he took the initiative to search for these memories, but now he can avoid them, just because he knows that no matter what, he can never go back to the past. He will not allow himself to fall into the decadence of losing his goal.

After a while, Gao Feng felt that he had adjusted, and then he opened the diary again, flipped to the place where he had seen it before, and read it again. This time, he looked more roughly, not reading anything about Liu Zhijun's mood. He was afraid that he would be so angry that he would throw away the diary. Ben was torn.

When his eyes stared at a line of writing, he fell into the memories of his past life again.