Chapter 79 Friends, delicious, chew (minor repair) Now it’s time to be good…

Feng Langxi's voice was as sweet as a lover's whisper, yet it also revealed a childlike innocent and pure malice.

His bare toes deliberately hovered above the sentry's groin, gently swaying just millimeters away, stirring the subtle air flow that brushed across the sensitive skin, like a sticky breath.

Kuang Jing's scalp tightened, and his breathing became noticeably disordered for a moment. Even so, he still kept his eyes closed, as if this could block out all the temptations from the outside world.

But his physiological reactions couldn't be misled—beads of hot sweat streamed down his tense jawline, leaving dark stains on his vest. Worse still, the blush seeping from his bones was spreading across his entire body at a visible speed, like a raging wildfire.

"Hey, don't be so stubborn. Your temperature is already over 39 degrees Celsius. It must be very hard for you to endure it——"

Seeing this, Feng Langxi couldn't help but sigh. He gently tapped his temples with his index finger, and a few "feigned" sympathies flashed in his ochre-red eyes.

"Lord Ouroboros, you can't hide your illness and avoid medical attention. Need I remind you of the consequences of overloading your five senses?"

"Sorry." Upon hearing this, Kuang Jing stumbled back two steps as if by reflex, his cold military boots scraping against the floor with a harsh sound. "I'll go to the infirmary now..."

Unfortunately, Feng Langxi did not leave him any chance to choose -

The next second, the sentry's spine hit a soft "wall" without any preparation, and the whole person was instantly wrapped tightly in the cold cage of flesh and blood.

Tai Sui's bony jaw pressed heavily against Kuang Jing's neck, and his arms silently wrapped around his narrow waist like a chain. His ten white knuckles precisely clamped along the muscle texture of his abdomen, every inch penetrating into the vital point, nailing him to the spot.

Amidst the suffocating pressure, Kuang Jing heard the man say lightly:

"Leaving your post during a mission... that's not good."

The last syllable of the last word had not yet completely dissipated, and Feng Langxi's calf, which had been suspended for a long time, had slowly fallen down. His cold soles rolled over the wet and hot flesh bit by bit, like a piece of white jade that felt warm to the touch.

The moment their skin touched, the scorching heat spread from the soles of his feet all the way to his feet, causing his toes to curl up slightly unconsciously, and his fingertips to sink easily into the flesh.

"Don't—" Kuang Jing let out a barely audible breath, his entire body trembling uncontrollably, "Let me go…!"

However, at this moment, the sentry was like a trapped beast in a swamp. The more he struggled, the tighter Tai Sui's arms tightened.

Feng Langxi could clearly feel every spasm and tremor of the body under his feet. Those well-defined muscles suddenly tensed up like a frightened bird as he moved, and the raised arc slightly lifted the arch of his foot that was stepping on his lower abdomen.

"I really don't understand why you choose to go far away instead of near."

Looking at the prey in front of him who was being toyed with but still refused to bow his head, the guide couldn't help but reveal a shuddering regret in his tone. He leaned over to Kuang Jing's neck and whispered:

"Distant water cannot quench immediate thirst..."

As the sun gradually rose higher, the scorching rays baked the earth, and the air in the room seemed to become increasingly sticky.

At this stalemate moment, suddenly, a silver-white lightning came straight towards Feng Langxi's face!

Yu Jingzi spit out a bright red tongue, and its tail, as thick as a forearm, fiercely strangled the guide's neck, forcing him to raise his head. He opened his mouth wide with murderous intent, ready to bite down on his prey's throat, but was interrupted by Feng Langxi's light words.

He said, "You're welcome, little snake. Give me a few more bites."

As he spoke, the man tilted his head, thoughtfully exposing his fragile carotid artery. His slender index finger gently touched the white snake's snout:

"That's right, I'm also curious... What will happen if the spirit only feeds on my flesh and blood?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Jingzi's fierce attack froze instantly. She remained frozen in place with her mouth open, her two small fangs sticking out in the air, looking rather comical.

After a long while, Yu Jingzi suddenly turned her head to avoid Feng Langxi's teasing fingers.

He spat out his tongue in anger, his eyes darting back and forth between his "powerless" master and this "venomous" prey. In the end, he had no choice but to swallow his anger, howl, bite his own tail, and shrink into a Möbius strip.

Seeing this, Feng Langxi couldn't help but laugh.

But he stared at a special reverse scale on Yu Jingzi's tail for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch the white snake's vital point, pulled it down and threw it into the air:

"Tai Sui, come make a new friend."

Feng Langxi paused deliberately as he glanced at Kuang Jing, not knowing what he was thinking of. Then he added with a smile:

"Remember to be gentle—don't ruin me."

Before he finished speaking, Tai Sui obediently released his grip. While catching Yu Jingzi, he also pushed forward with his other hand subtly.

“?!”

The sudden change in center of gravity caught Kuang Jing off guard and he fell forward. He staggered and knelt on the bed, his furrowed brows filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Before he could steady himself, Feng Langxi seized the opportunity and tightly wrapped her arms around his neck - both of them immediately fell into the soft bedding.

"Jade J......!"

In the chaos, Kuang Jing's instructions were shattered between his lips before he could even speak. He could clearly feel the guide's breath close to him suddenly brushing past his eyes.

On the other side, Yu Jingzi was already busy taking care of herself.

His snow-white tail was being licked and played with by Tai Sui in his mouth. The other party's hot and wet tongue repeatedly scraped the most sensitive scales on his abdomen. A strange tingling sensation went straight up along his spine, almost making the snake's hair stand on end.

Yu Jingzi tried her best to arch her body, and her snake scales, as white as mutton-fat jade, rustled as she struggled.

However, faced with this "inedible" and "killing-blood" bone frame in front of it, the little snake, which only has fangs, can't find a place to bite and fight back.

In the end, He could only twist His body in vain to intimidate, and for a moment He was almost crying.

On the hospital bed, after a few rounds of secret wrestling, the bandage on Feng Langxi's body gradually loosened due to the intense movement, revealing the wound underneath that had not yet fully healed.

Strands of blood slowly seeped out from the tender new tissue, and a rich sweet and fishy smell gradually filled the air.

In response to this, Kuang Jing, who faced the impact head-on, first gritted his teeth and tried to hold his breath, but in the end he chose to slowly release the force amid the guide's pitiful cries of pain.

So, Feng Langxi, who was slightly better by being shameless and playing the victim, successfully pressed the sentry down on the hospital bed.

"Let me guess..."

Amidst the pounding of his heart, Feng Langxi lowered his eyes to admire his prize. He patiently stroked Kuang Jing's sweat-soaked eyelashes with his fingertips, and his cool breath gently sprayed on the other's burning earlobe:

"Have you been staying by my side every step of the way since three days ago, forcing yourself to stay awake without any mental support?"

Upon hearing this, Kuang Jing's expression did not change and he remained silent, but Feng Langxi already had the answer in his heart.

"Oh……"

He couldn't help but chuckle, his chest vibrating slightly.

Immediately afterwards, countless spiritual tentacles slowly spread through the air like thick ink in water, gently yet irresistibly penetrating the sentinel's crumbling mental barriers. The strange fragrance around him suddenly became increasingly sweet, almost solidifying.

"Well, now it's time for the good dog to get rewarded--"

As he spoke, the guide's slender, cold fingers slowly pulled the military belt in his hand. The metal buckle automatically popped open under the control of his mental power, making a crisp "click" sound.

"I'm just...keeping a promise..."

At the moment when his waist was pinched, Kuang Jing finally spoke again. He opened his eyes calmly and numbly, and his originally dilated pupils had shrunk into a thin golden line.

Fine beads of sweat slid down his smooth jawline one after another, exuding a hint of lust. The sentinel's plump lips trembled and fluctuated in the air with his rapid breathing, like the morning dew swaying on a flower bud.

"Your injury... still needs to be healed..."

Hearing this, Feng Langxi was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but bury his face deeply in Kuang Jing's neck, and his shoulders shook violently.

His tall nose pressed against the hot skin beneath it, and the laughter that escaped from his throat was muffled between the two people's tightly pressed flesh and bones.

"Ha, you really are..." Feng Langxi's voice was full of pure joy, and a bit of neurotic sweetness, which made Kuang Jing's heart numb.

"Dear Mr. Sentinel—"

After a long while, he finally raised his head. His ochre-red eyes were filled with crystal-clear light, like broken stars falling into a lake, reflecting a moving brilliance in the sunlight.

"The one you should be concerned about is yourself."

After saying that, Feng Langxi stretched out his index finger in a good mood, and his cold white fingertip slowly slid down along Kuang Jing's brow bone, as if he was appreciating a perfect work of art.

"Tell me, Kuang Jing."

The cool touch passed across his tall nose, his hot philtrum, and finally stopped at his dry lips, lingering there.

"Now, can you give an answer?"

"Will you continue to be the obedient dog of the White Tower, or..." Feng Langxi's canine teeth brushed against Kuang Jing's lips. He watched every change of expression on the sentry's face. His voice was as soft as the feathers of a fledgling, yet it carried a hint of cruel tenderness. "Come with me and become the master of the new world."

Looking at these bewitching and gorgeous eyes, Kuang Jing felt as if he had lost the ability to speak.

But those silent hands unknowingly broke away from their owner's control and climbed up to the protruding vertebrae of the person in front of them through layers of cloth.

The sentry's eyelashes fluttered, but before he could say anything, his lips were tightly held.

Feng Langxi had already bitten his tongue the moment he opened his mouth, forcing his blood-stained saliva into Kuang Jing's lips. Amidst the sounds of hot breath and sticky liquid, he murmured with a sigh:

"I've heard..."

…

At this moment, the sun hanging high in the sky is looking down indifferently at the sacred white tower that symbolizes "light and future". The thick and prosperous walls block all sights from the outside world, and countless unspeakable pains and desires are drowned in the shadows day after day.

The messy bed sheets surged like waves during the struggle, and a dark brown palm appeared and disappeared in the folds. Its taut fingers almost tore through the cotton wool, and it crawled to the edge of the bed with difficulty like a trapped animal.

However, just as it was about to touch it, another pale hand grasped it tightly in the palm and pulled it back between the bedding. The springs of the mattress groaned under the heavy burden.

This day seems very long.