"You have some too."
Sneijder drank the amber wine in the glass in one gulp, placed it on the low cabinet, and then picked up a wine bottle placed next to the chair.
Holding the remaining cigarette in his mouth, he unscrewed the cap of the wine bottle and added a little wine to the glass.
Cheng Qianxun declined: "No, I don't know how to drink."
Sneijder is rarely like this, so decadent.
He poured all the remaining wine in the bottle into the cup, raised the bottle and looked at the label on it, smiling wryly to himself: "Vodka, I really don't know how anyone can like such a strong drink.
It's probably just alcoholics."
She felt unhappy, she could see that Sneijder had become gloomy since being talked about behind his back.
This is why Regel was excited when he heard that there was a way to return to normal.
Could it be that the way to pass this level is to win over his teammates by using the ability to treat hidden infertility diseases?
It feels like a charlatan, and it is the kind of deception.
Sneijder was seen stubbing out the cigarette butts in his hand in the ashtray, and there were at least four cigarette butts in the ashtray.
Sneed picked up the cigarette case beside him and pulled out another cigarette.
There was a match next to him, and Cheng Qianxun advised: "Don't smoke, it's not good for your health."
If he continued to smoke, Sneijder was not drunk but fainted.
Sneijder smiled faintly, his smile full of bitterness.
He put down the cigarette and placed it next to the ashtray, but then picked up the wine glass.
"Stop drinking, you've drunk a lot."
She advised again.
Sneijder didn't listen this time.
After picking up the wine glass and taking a sip, his face was red but his speech was clear.
He held the wine glass in his hand, but pointed his index finger straight at Cheng Qianxun: "You know who you are talking to.
I am a major of the SS.
I know what the SS is."
Obviously, the relaxation at this time is just an illusion, like a cheetah taking a nap.
Cheng Qianxun thought for a long time before saying: "It's the Gestapo."
Sneed looked at her with reddish eyes and burst out laughing: "That's the secret police, the black uniforms are responsible for security.
What you really have to be wary of is the dark gray uniforms.
They are the informants who make other officers really afraid.
And me."
He held out his hand.
Wearing a ring on the ring finger of her right hand: "Do you know what this skull ring represents?"
Looking at the silver ring, she shook her head and looked sideways at the military caps placed on the top of the coat rack.
The eagle of the Third Reich was on top.
There is also a skull logo underneath.
It makes his military uniform more terrifying than other uniforms.
"You really don't know anything."
Sneijder picked up the wine glass and took another sip, and exhaled melancholy at the ceiling: "It means that I am a guard in the concentration camp, and it is my responsibility to let the extra people die every day.
Work."
"Sir, don't drink any more."
Cheng Qianxun walked over, took the wine glass from his hand, and put it next to him.
Although she was scared of death, she couldn't let Sneijder drink his hard-won body to death.
It's only been a few days now, maybe a month at most.
The temperature will drop below zero and we will face the cold winter.
Seeing Sneijder staring at her, he felt weak again: "Drinking is not good.
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Are you tired, sir?
How about I squeeze your shoulders?"
She walked up behind Sneed.
He stretched out his hands and began to squeeze Sneijder's thick shoulders.
Feeling that Sneijder was enjoying this kind of service, he made a lazy voice from the wings of his nose, which sounded very magnetic: "Well, it's very comfortable.
It's indeed much better than drinking."
The shoulders were thick and hard, and his fingers were sore from pinching them before Sneijder stretched out his hand.
He patted her palm twice: "Okay."
The hand was so hot that her heart jumped for it, and she quickly retracted her hand.
The rain outside eased a little, and Sneijder stood up from the lounge chair and walked to the window sill with a very cool posture.
Even when he is at his most decadent, he still has a heroic spirit.
He looked outside and saw that the light of the flashlight was still there, and sneered coldly.
Seeing Sneijder who was different from before, her mood surged secretly.
Such teammates are more troublesome than the first level.
What will be the attitude when seeing Rudolph who belongs to the enemy?
"You're in a trance again."
Sneijder's voice came.
She came back to her senses and looked at Sneijder standing in front of the window.
The overhead spotlights outside, used to prevent prisoners from escaping, shone on the window from time to time.
Through the rain washing on the window, the sparkling light formed a background, setting off Sneijder's tall and strong body.
"And you touched the necklace again."
Sneijder's words made her realize that her hand was indeed touching the black feather pendant again.
Sneijder thought for a moment and turned his head: "Come here" with a commanding tone in his words.
Cheng Qianxun walked over, stood in front of Sneijder, and looked up at him slightly.
Sneijder leaned his elbows on the wall next to the window and looked at her: "It's strange, how come you are not afraid of meeting you for the first time when you see me?
I feel like we have known each other for a long time."
There is indeed this feeling, even if you forget everything, the subtle feeling still exists, as if it has been integrated into the blood.
Sneijder raised his hand, gently caressed her face with his hot palm, and looked directly at her: "There is no fear in your eyes, but there is always a kind of sadness.
Looking at me and Regel, At that time, the sadness was even greater than when I looked at those captives.
"What on earth are you hiding in your heart?"
His hand slowly slid down from his face, and his skin became slightly goosebumps along the way, and his breathing sped up involuntarily.
Sneijder is no longer the Sneijder he once was.
He is an SS soldier and a Nazi killing machine.
His hand reached her neck and left, twisting her pendant with her fingers.
Sneijder looked down and murmured softly: "Even this is so familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it before."
Then, his hand reached into her collar and rested on her neck.
At this time, the clear green eyes moved to her face again.
The face came closer and closer, as if he wanted to take a closer look and explore it clearly: "This face, these eyes, are all so familiar, and these lips..."
When he said "lips" while smelling of alcohol, the lips were so close that Sneijder lowered his head, pinched her neck, and kissed her. . .
Cheng Qianxun was stunned.
He was of pure Aryan descent.
How could this happen?
But she didn't dare to move.
It was not a wise thing to offend an SS Skeleton Major.
Not to mention that Sneijder is currently in heaven and still considered her fiancé.
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Even if a drunk officer of any nationality kisses her, she should not resist if she wants to survive. . .
Look for opportunities and stab the knife again at the right time.
Sneijder's initial kiss was somewhat hesitant, and the soft illusion was exactly like the past, which made her heart tremble slightly.
But the next step can be described as being crushed by the metal belt of a German tank.
The hand that was originally holding the neck was pinched at the back of the neck and head, so that he could kiss her hard and unscrupulously, as if all the depression just now, catalyzed by alcohol, was poured into the kiss.
The damn bed was right next to the window sill, so I couldn't resist being hugged tightly, moved to the bedside in two steps, and pushed down.
There was also a dark SS uniform on the bed.
When Sneijder came in just now, he must have put his military cap on the coat rack, took off his uniform and threw it on the bed, then went to pour wine and drank in shame.
Naturally, there was no time to move the military uniform, and she was pressed against the black military uniform with a special skull logo by Sneijder.
At the previous level, she had a mouth but could not speak, but now she could speak, but was blocked by kisses, and she was also unable to say anything.
Don't expect to be able to get away.
You have already experienced the strength of these men.
If they are pressed, let alone trying to break free, their weight alone will make your body unable to move.
The hot, scorching, heavy smell of alcohol, and unusually heavy kiss made the lips ache unbearably.
And Sneed, who was polite and restrained even when he was killing people, roughly opened the front of her shirt with his hands, reached in and kneaded the small amount of flesh on her chest vigorously.
My head suddenly swelled, my ears buzzed, and all the blood in my body felt like it was flowing backwards.
At this time, Sneijder's every move was extremely aggressive, without any gentleness at all, and he became a completely different person.
But what could she do?
Just when she was resigned to her fate, something unexpected happened again, and Sneijder let her go.
He suddenly turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily, as if he was the one lacking air after such a crazy kiss.
The quiet room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing. . .
Those who control uniforms, especially those who control Nazi military uniforms, cannot understand the mood at this time.
This is the difference between reality and fantasy.
Exciting, definitely exciting, so exciting that you almost faint; not so exciting, but so scary. . .
At this time, Cheng Qianxun's heart was beating violently, and he had no strength to move while lying on the bed, or he was too scared to move at all.
With every vibration caused by the violent flow of blood, the eardrums can feel how fast the heart is beating.
She was afraid that Sneijder would get angry, take out his pistol and kill her.
After an unknown amount of time, Sneijder finally spoke.
His words were cold and brief: "Get out."
He didn't even look at her.
If the tears had not almost dried up and there were not many left, it would have been enough to burst into tears before. . .
It didn't kill her, but it didn't make her feel relieved.
Cheng Qianxun took a deep breath, held back the pain in his heart, and sat up.
After getting out of bed, he walked towards the door.
After opening the door, he looked back at Sneijder.
He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, his head lowered and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The crumpled SS uniform on the bed proved that what just happened was not a dream.
He opened the door quietly, walked out without disturbing anyone, and then closed the door quietly.
The lights in the corridor were still on, probably because a window had been opened somewhere, and the ventilation created caused the chandelier to sway slightly.
In line with the mood at this time, it feels eerie and heavy.
She walked around in a daze, and when she saw clearly, she found Regel standing next to the door of her room, which happened to be in a dark place.
Regel was very tall and his military uniform almost blended in with the entire environment.
He looked like Like a pillar.
He happened to see her emerge disheveled from Sneed's room.
Reger's expression was solemn, he stretched out his hand to open her door and said "come in", then he took a big step and walked into the room
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