Wife is Not Divorced - Chapter 103

On the 63rd, she stayed. Not only did she work diligently and conscientiously as a “Snow Mountain Guide” to help lead the way for two weeks, but she was finally brought back home by Chu Chisi.

It is more appropriate to use the word “laboratory” to describe it as “home”.

No. 63 followed Chu Chisi into the house and frowned as he looked at the piles of neat instruments and wires around him.

Chu Chisi handed over two pieces of silver metal and stuffed them into her palm: “Take it.”

No. 63 paused and said, “This is for me?”

Chu Chi Si didn’t look back, fiddling with her computer: “Well, this is the key to the laboratory, corresponding to the first and fifth lines of defense.”

“Besides that, you have to add your iris, voiceprint, and fingerprints to the background.”

No. 63: “…”

It’s really solid.

At this time, neither of them could have imagined that such a strictly guarded laboratory would be barged in by a wild cat and mess up a lot of documents—but that would be a story later.

Chu Chisi was typing something on the computer, and No. 63 paced over. She looked at the two keys in her palm and held her fingers together.

It was cold and hard, and when it pierced into the skin a little, it would spread a thin pain.

“…You trust me that much?”

No. 63’s icy voice sounded, and it landed in Chu Chisi’s ear, “Why do you think Dark Star put shackles on all military dogs?”

Because of the [power] of the military dog,

and its own [uncontrollability].

There was a bit of warning in her words, and she thought she was covering it up well, but in fact, her breathing had been trembling slightly, revealing the little thoughts she was carrying.

Chu Chisi stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at her, and with just one glance, made No. 63 stay in place.

“If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it long ago when I forced you to cook every day,” Chu Chisi said, “it won’t be delayed until now.”

No. 63: “…”

Sounds like a reasonable thing to do.

She stood there awkwardly, with a wooden pestle behind her, and didn’t speak, she just fiddled with her fingers.

There were some footsteps in his ears, and Chu Chisi stood up at some point, walked around her lightly, and looked at her with watery eyes: “What’s wrong?”

“Lizi, your ears are so red.”

The soft and warm fingertips touched the auricle, and caressed it intimately, as if a small electric current penetrated into the body, which made No. 63 froze: “I, I…”

Chu Chisi withdrew his hand, “Huh?”

No. 63 only felt hot on the tips of his ears and hot on his palms, clutching a thin layer of sweat, and couldn’t say anything: “I-I don’t.”

Chu Chisi was a little dazed: “Nothing?”

No. 63: “…”

No. 63 gritted his teeth, really don’t know whether this person was intentional or unintentional.

You say she did it on purpose, she doesn’t seem to really understand, you say she is unintentional, but these little actions are extremely provocative.

It’s like throwing people on fire.

Chu Chisi stood on the spot with his hands behind his back. Seeing the No. 63 pestle on the spot, he couldn’t help but be a little puzzled: “Lizi, won’t you sit down?”

No. 63 asked: “Where do I sit?”

Chu Chisi pointed to the sofa not far away.

No. 63 hesitated for a moment and sat down on the sofa silently. She lowered her head and folded her hands, looking very good.

So she was rubbed her head.

No. 63 raised his head in astonishment, and saw that Chu Chisi had come to his side at some point, with his long hair covered in his hands, and slowly rubbing her down.

Cheeks were inexplicably hot.

No. 63 pursed his lips, his eyes looked fierce, but his body remained motionless, letting the other party rub: “What?”

Chu Chisi withdrew her hand, tapped her cheek instead, and dented the soft flesh slightly: “Lizi, don’t you like it here?”

No. 63 was stunned for a while, and his voice became smaller: “Yes, no.”

“Then stay with me for a while, I will take care of you,” Chu Chisi looked at her with a soft voice, “just like when I was a child.”

No. 63 clutched his hands, his heart beating faster.

She opened her mouth and heard her voice coming from far away: “Then what do I need to do?”

Chu Chisi’s eyes lit up, and she began to list with her: “Actually, it’s not much, just help me cook, occasionally make a small cake, and occasionally go to the next laboratory to borrow an instrument…”

When she spoke, she didn’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and she got a little closer.

The warm breath fell on the side of the ear, rubbing the thin layer of skin and dripping, so subtle, but a little scorching.

“Of course, it doesn’t matter if you don’t want to,” Chu Chisi added, “I have money, we can go out to eat every day.”

As she said that, she stretched out her hand and poked No. 63’s waist with a bit of wickedness.

Not strong, a little itchy.

No. 63 took a breath, and for the first time there was a hint of helplessness in his voice: “What are you poking at me for?”

Chu Chi thought silently, and poked a few more times.

No. 63 has a slender waist. The skin under her fingertips is soft and pliable. It feels very good in the hand.

“I remember when you were a child, you were very ticklish,” Chu Chisi retracted his hand and muttered, “It seems that you are not afraid now.”

What is this, an experiment?

No. 63 could not laugh or cry: “I’m afraid now, but because of training, I will endure it all the time.”

She didn’t say it was okay, but when she said that, Chu Chisi became interested, and the delicate touch moved along her waist, crawling like a bug.

No. 63 was stunned for a moment, but before she could react, she was already pressed by her between the sofas, her body was sunk in the soft cushion, and her head was looming white.

Her body was stiff, and her nimble and agile hands when she killed her were chaotic and didn’t know where to put them.

Chu Chisi still kept a certain distance, but this distance was almost negligible for No. 63.

The soft fingertips rubbed against the clothes on the waist a little bit, and the fabric rustled and landed on the ear, which was deafening.

“Wait, don’t – stop scratching!”

No. 63 hurriedly begged for mercy, the blush spread from the neck to the auricle, the eyelashes drooped, and the voice was weak: “Itchy, it’s really itchy, I can’t stand it…”

There was a chuckle in her ears, and a small airflow slid across her cheeks, stirring her loose strands of hair.

In fact, Chu Chisi seldom smiles. It may be a habit brought out from the research institute. Most of her have an old-fashioned expression like a robot.

But when he laughed, his long eyebrows would be curved, and a small dimple appeared on his cheek.

No. 63 raised his head and saw her leaning beside him, his smile was soft and sweet.

“I’m sorry, I won’t mess with you anymore.” Chu Chisi pursed her lips and smiled, “I just want to confirm.”

No. 63’s head was still a little dizzy, Chaos Chao thought for a long time, “What does she want to confirm?”, but still couldn’t understand it, so he just didn’t want to. .

Chu Chisi is a person who has no material desires, and has extremely low requirements for the quality of life. In a word—

Just good to feed.

Out of professional habit, No. 63 observed her life and routine, and found that the other party had no regularity at all.

It’s okay to stay up all night often. In the morning, you can’t get out of bed, and all day long, she talks about her silver instrument, and even if you get serious, you can forget to eat.

No. 63 seriously doubted, how did the other party survive before picking him up?

In this regard, Chu Chisi defended: “Our Academy of Sciences is like this. We are locked in our respective laboratories on weekdays, and only go out to eat when there is a physiological need.”

No. 63: “…”

Is it any different from living in prison?

Still, days in the lab can be a heaven and a **** compared to the days in training camp.

Just like in the research institute when I was a child, there are no blades, wounds, and gunpowder, only warm food and bedding, and there is a soft person who always likes to nest in the sofa.

She likes fluffy things, and always likes to wrap herself in a blanket, press the electronic pen to her lips, and stare at the layers of code on the computer in a daze.

She hates going out, and she doesn’t like interpersonal communication. Some people are cold to her and can’t be approached. In fact, she is just afraid of saying the wrong thing, so she is too lazy to speak.

Her life, her center of gravity, her thoughts, always seemed to revolve around this odd machine, even trying to fall asleep directly next to the metal several times.

No. 63 just pushed a little, and Chu Chisi would stumble up, wrapping his arms around his waist and hugging himself like a doll in his arms.

The laboratory was very quiet, the instruments exuded a faint blue light, and the breathing went on and off.

No. 63 knelt on the ground, holding a somewhat sleepy person in his arms, his warm body was close to him, his arms were loosely wrapped around his side, and he was detached from touch.

The collar is open, and the small piece of cheese-like skin on the back of the neck is exposed in front of the eyes, thin, and a faint blue meridian can be seen faintly.

She to herself…

It’s really not fortified.

No. 63 was silent, quietly hugged her a little bit, light and thin breathing scattered in his arms, the warmth within reach.

In the silent laboratory, the silver-white instrument glowed with metallic cold light, reflecting her downcast face.

It was a pair of empty, gray, dull and uncolored eyes, which were looking down at the man in his arms at this moment.

Among the many military dog ​​rules, there is a very interesting command, that is: “Complete the task at all costs.”

No matter what method is used, no matter how long it takes, no matter what the cost, the task assigned must be completed.

Only to succeed, not to fail.

The desire and ambition that No. 63 thought she had long since forgotten, but was actually dormant in her bones, was quietly flowing in the depths of her heart at this moment.

At first, I just wanted to stay with her.

And then, craving more and more, and the desire is never-ending, she wants more intimacy, closer touch, she wants to control and occupy, so that—

Dark Star taught her how to control herself, telling her that military dogs should not have desires, so she watched the shackles shatter one by one, and watched the boundless greed devour herself.

No. 63 lightly wrapped her shoulders, and her arms slowly tightened. She only had to lower her head to kiss Chu Chisi’s forehead, but she didn’t.

She just lowered her head, smelled the faint breath on her body, and then slowly tightened the five fingers clutching the cuffs.

When Chu Chisi woke up, he found himself lying on the bed in the laboratory cubicle, covered with a thick quilt and surrounded by warmth.

She remembered that she fell asleep beside Jingfan, and the only person in the lab who could move her was the golden retriever puppy she picked up not long ago.

Chu Chisi put on a cashmere shawl and pushed open the small door of the compartment. Sure enough, No. 63 was lying on the small sofa with his arms on his forehead and his chest heaving.

What’s wrong with her?

Chu Chisi felt a little uneasiness in his arms, and crept closer, only to find that No. 63 was pale, but his ears were extremely red, and he was curled up, his breathing was trembling.

“Pear?” Chu Chisi called to her softly and pushed the other person’s shoulder, “Are you okay?”

No. 63 opened his eyes, the bottom of his eyes was covered with a thin layer of red, his light-colored pupils were soaked in the mist, and he looked at her wetly: “…It hurts.”

Chu Chisi was stunned for a while, and then became a little uneasy: “Isn’t the wound all healed, why did it suddenly hurt? Can I take you to the infirmary of the Academy of Sciences?”

Yes, the wound has healed a long time ago.

No. 63 shook his head, his voice slightly hoarse: “The wound may be a little infected. You know my identity, so you can’t just go out and show up.”

Chu Chisi became anxious: “What should I do then?”

No. 63 straightened up a little, she looked extremely thin, with long brown and golden hair scattered over her shoulders, and her eyes fell on Chu Chisi.

“I’ll just take a little rest.”

No. 63 drooped his eyelashes, his voice became softer, and he took one step at a time, with a somewhat inaudible temptation: “Can you… take care of me?”

Chu Chisi came over a little, sat on the edge of the sofa, and leaned down to check her condition: “How to take care of her?”

No. 63 didn’t speak, just looked at her.

After hesitating for a moment, Chu Chisi put her hand on her forehead, stroked it gently, and fiddled with the loose strands of hair.

No. 63 said hoarsely, “It still hurts.”

She looked at Chu Chisi with drooping eyebrows, sitting pitifully in front of her like a golden retriever puppy soaked in rain.

“This…”

Chu Chisi said hesitantly: “I read a paper before saying that hugging her body with hands can provide psychological comfort.”

No. 63 tilted his head: “?”

Chu Chisi looked at her blankly and didn’t seem to understand at all, so she said another way: “Then let me hug you?”

No. 63 nodded invisibly.

So Chu Chisi leaned over, slowly approached No. 63, hesitated, and took her into his arms.

That embrace was warm and soft.

No. 63 is on her shoulders, just like when she carried herself down the snowy mountains not long ago, also like when she was very young, leaning on her shoulders and listening to her naive fairy tales.

“Will this be better?” Chu Chisi coaxed her, “Does the wound still hurt?”

No. 63 bowed his head obediently, buried himself deeper, then nodded softly in her arms, and said, “It still hurts.”

Chu Chisi hugged her tighter.

She embraced No. 63’s shoulders, patted her back, and breathed across her cheeks, gently, hot, and could smell the fragrance of the clean shower gel around her neck.

The two were so close, so close.

As long as No. 63 raised her head a little, she could see her drooping eyelashes resting on her soft white cheeks, like a black butterfly, as if it would fly away at any time.

“Are you feeling better now?” Chu Chisi asked.

Her breath enveloped her, her hand was gently placed on her shoulder, and the clothes between the two were rubbing, smearing each other’s warmth.

Those wounds have already healed, where can I still feel any pain, not to mention that she has had many more tragic and frightening wounds before, and she has almost recovered after lying down for ten days and a half months.

No. 63 fell into her arms, nodded weakly, and said in a hoarse voice, “It’s better.”

Chu Chisi breathed a sigh of relief: “That’s good.”.

No. 63 stayed with her in the laboratory for a period of time, during which she did all the miscellaneous work including cooking, borrowing instruments, folding clothes, etc.

However, she can’t live forever with No. 63, the “identity” that should have died long ago.

Number 63 clearly knows this.

You can only succeed, not fail. To do this, she needs status, money, power, and an open-minded identity that stays beside Chu Chisi.

Such as bodyguards, partners, colleagues, friends, relatives, or… lover?

No matter what it is, No. 63 just wants to stay by her side, she wants to surround her, trap her, lock her completely.

After careful consideration, No. 63 told Chu Chisi about his decision to leave, while the latter was stunned, silent for a long time, and only said one sentence: “I’ll give you a gift.”

Gift, what gift?

No. 63 admitted that she thought about it for a moment, so that when Chu Chisi took out three documents from the bookcase and handed them over, she still didn’t realize the other party’s intention.

“These three documents are all the research results of Dr. Chu Lian that year. You can choose any one to go.”

Chu Chisi bit her lip, turned her head away from No. 63’s sight, and sounded dull: “Just treat it as a reward for helping me cook every day.”

No. 63 flipped through one of the documents and looked at the neat calculations and images inside, and couldn’t help but be stunned: “These things?”

As soon as she murmured half, Chu Chisi stole her words: “These documents should have been destroyed by the accident at the research institute, right?”

“It’s just that one of the studies of the doctor narrowly escaped the fire in the research institute and survived with countless memories.”

Chu Chisi sat on the leather office chair, turned it slightly, and turned her head to No. 63, pressing her fingertips against her forehead.

“here.”

Her eyes were calm: “It records all Dr. Chu’s known and ongoing research and inventions.”

Putting his finger on his forehead, Chu Chisi said casually, “Beijing Academy of Sciences doesn’t know, Beimeng Xingzheng doesn’t know, and Admiral Tang Yiqi doesn’t even know.”

“At present, in their eyes, I’m just a puppet who has read too many books and only knows how to stay in the laboratory all day and tinker with strange instruments.”

She smiled suddenly, and the smile was shallow and thin: “Lizi, you are the only one who knows about this.”

No. 63 was stunned: “This…”

“You can choose a document to take away.” Chu Chisi withdrew his hand, no longer looked at her, and stared lightly at the computer screen in front of him.

“Of course, you can also use me as a bargaining chip.”

Chu Chi thought about it and said without looking back, “Sell this information to the general or Xingzheng in exchange for what you want.”

Having been with Chu Chisi for so long, No. 63 has become accustomed to the warmth and softness of the other party, resting on the sofa all day without moving, and sleeping obediently, like a glutinous rice dumpling.

I never thought that when Chu Chi thought of being ruthless, whether it was to others or to himself, it was the same cruel, unfeeling, and did not leave any room.

No. 63 froze in place, blood pouring back up his head, and he said almost subconsciously, “Chu Chisi, I—”

Chu Chisi interrupted her, her dark eyes looked over, and her voice was also soft: “Pear.”

She stood up and walked to No. 63 step by step.

Chu Chisi was shorter than her, so he had to raise his head slightly to meet her gaze.

Those hands covered her cheeks, caressing her softly, then down, down, down the bridge of No. 63’s upturned nose, and landed on her slightly red lips.

The slightly hot breath fell on her neck, and Chu Chisi got so close, she suddenly seemed to want to give her a hug.

But her eyes were very alienated and lonely, and it seemed as far away as thousands or tens of thousands of meters.

Will you betray me, will you betray me?

Will you use the information and weaknesses I have revealed to you to gain power and status for yourself?

The fingertips lightly rubbed No. 63’s lips, pressing the soft flesh into a slight depression. Her voice was like a murmur, softly scratching her ears, invading the depths of her heart:

“Pear, will you do this?”

The author says:

Lizi is going to super-evolve (??), but when she evolves back, she will have to face a sulking and ignoring wife.