Rebirth Counterattack: I Heard That the Imperial Marshal Has a Crush on Me

Lu Junzhi opened his arms. “Hug me first.”

Chu Muxi snorted. “What do you want me to hold? What is this? Tell me the truth first, Lu! Jun! Zhi!”

Lu Junzhi stretched out his hand with a smile, pulling him into his arms and rubbing his hair. “You can also hug me while listening. Be good, don’t be angry.”

“Do you still want to quibble? You better talk now.” Chu Muxi hummed, but his body obediently melted into the other person’s arms, his head still on his shoulder. “I know that you’re worried I’ll make a mistake if I knew it, but I still have the right to be angry.” Chu Muxi looked up, stretched out his fingers, and poked Lu Junzhi’s chest. Word by word, he said seriously.

Lu Junzhi nodded solemnly. “I remember, next time—”

“What do you want to say? Next time!” Chu Muxi stared and said angrily, “You dare to!”

“Dare not. Don’t get angry, I won’t do it again.” Lu Junzhi coaxed him and took him to the sofa, but he kept holding him and didn’t let go.

It wasn’t long since they talked with each other, but when they met in such a place, it always felt like it had passed for a long time.

Chu Muxi rushed into Lu Junzhi’s arms as soon as possible, holding his waist and not letting go. He said, “That Vincent is not a good thing, you must not let him go.”

The first time his little boyfriend took the initiative to be coquettish, Lu Junzhi, who wanted to say something, was helpless. He held his little boyfriend with both hands and remembered the words that guy had said while looking at Chu Muxi. He replied, “Well, I won’t let him go.”

At least, here Lu Junzhi knew that this Vincent was practically finished.

“This Sun family has a big appetite, is ambitious, and is bolder. They not only smuggle military weapon, but also sell interstellar populations.” Smuggling military weapon was, of course, a crime, but trafficking interstellar populations was even worse.

“Since ancient times, money and gold drive people crazy, and its interests are supreme. What legal morality and ethics? All of that is backward.” Suddenly, a voice interrupted.

Christie came out while speaking.

Chu Muxi glanced behind him. “What about Deputy Zhou?”

Christie’s eyes were smiling with mischief. “He cleaned up.”

A pair of spring-style eyes, as if fearing others wouldn’t know what had been done in the room.

Chu Muxi had a black face, half jealous and half curious. “Christie, it’s less than ten minutes. Isn’t that too fast?”

“Cough, cough,” Christie coughed a few times. “How could you ask something like that? Young Master Chu, you think too much. Am I the kind of person who would take advantage of the mission to do that with my companions?” Christie’s smile was gentle as he spoke.

“Heh.” A sneer sounded abruptly.

Chu Muxi turned his eyes and blinked. “It seems some companions don’t seem to agree with you very much, Christie.”

Zhou Xu’s face flushed, clearly just having sorted out his wig and clothes.

And the unmistakable imprint on his neck and shoulders.

Chu Muxi’s gaze wandered back and forth between the two.

In the end, Zhou Xu couldn’t hold up under the teasing gaze, reached out, and tugged at his shoulder strap. He said helplessly, “This is for the task. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to explain it to Vincent.”

Christie immediately replied, “Oh—if I hadn’t come, who would’ve helped you get those imprints and cause confusion?”

As he spoke, his eyes glanced at someone.

Chu Muxi: ‘… Although he didn’t say anything, why did he feel a little jealous?’