Chapter 13: I told you that you will suffer a little in order to satisfy your appetite.

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Zhilu walked over in a hurry. His expression was even colder than usual, and he did not hide his predatory nature as a carnivore at all.

Hot water rushed down from the shower head, tinged with his scent, and lingered hotly. Watching the harmless and transparent water splashing, it stained Tang Zhilu's clothes and stuck to his skin, heavy and hot.

Du Yanze raised his eyebrows and whistled, like a gangster, which was very inconsistent with his pretty and obedient face. He smiled and praised: "Nice figure."

As he said this, he secretly tensed his muscles, alert to Tang Zhilu's actions.

Tang Zhilu didn't care about the clothes that were wet by the hot water and stuck to his body. Instead, he casually threw away his glasses. The lenses hit the ground and made some noise, not loud, but Du Yanze felt inexplicably nervous.

People who always know their limits and know how to restrain themselves will have no bottom line once they indulge themselves.

Tang Zhilu moved quickly and clamped the hand that Du Yanze was about to raise. His hands were very strong and he pinched the tendons skillfully to clamp him, but he still left his left hand free.

"Stop it, be quiet. I don't want to hit you." Tang Zhilu warned him coldly, but led him away from the wall, blocked the water flow and did not let his back suffer any pain.

Du Yanze was just waiting for Tang Zhilu to make a move on him, and he was destined not to be honest. He leaned back against him, his bare back, his tight waist and hips, with clear warmth and fragrance, approaching him.

Du Yanze turned his head to the side, and saw drops of water dripping from Tang Zhilu's black hair, and his thick black eyebrows, eyelashes, and jaw were all wet. Being so close, every tiny change in Tang Zhilu's expression could not escape his eyes.

But correspondingly, he needs to always stay within Tang Zhilu's reach, allowing him to do whatever he wants.

Du Yanze liked the way he tensed up and endured. His body temperature was already high, but Tang Zhilu's temperature still burned him.

"I forgot." Tang Zhilu stretched out his hand and rubbed Du Yanze's flushed cheek with his fingertips. He sighed softly, causing their breaths to blend together, and said this in a cold and helpless voice.

"What?" Du Yanze had just asked when Tang Zhilu let go of his hand, but he couldn't move as soon as he let go.

Tang Zhilu grabbed his waist, lifted him up and turned him around, pinching the soft white flesh with his big palm and fingers. Tang Zhilu didn't put him down, just let his toes touch the ground, not firmly.

He lowered his head to his neck. The scar was very long. What Tang Zhilu smelled was not the smell of blood, but only a rich sweet smell.

Du Yanze couldn't help but tighten his fingers on him, feeling the soft licking and the danger of teeth rubbing against him. He grabbed the hair on the back of Tang Zhilu's head, and had an inexplicable premonition that something was on the verge of getting out of control.

It seems that it's not just Tang Zhilu, but also himself.

"Put me down." Du Yanze's heartbeat was so loud that it disturbed him. He was afraid that he would take advantage of the situation, so he pulled him back hard.

"Oh." Du Yanze lowered his voice to give him some wiggle room.

Tang Zhilu actually stopped and let him step on the back of his feet, but did not let him leave his arms.

"I thought you were so pure and innocent, how can you be so rude to others?"

Tang Zhilu looked at Du Yanze's flushed cheeks and trembling shoulders. There was a nasal tone in his voice when he said this, but it sounded softer.

He feels that the situation is not right, and when he offends a tough guy, he wants to act like a spoiled child and get over it. Who spoiled him?

"Want to call a truce?" Tang Zhilu's hand slid down carelessly, and he lowered his eyes a little, as if admiring. Du Yanze's hair stood on end, and he twisted his shoulders with his hands, unable to bear his lewd look.

"If I don't teach you a lesson, can you be honest?"

Du Yanze finally understood what the second half of his sentence "I forgot" meant. He thought that since Tang Zhilu said that, he should forget it, and just when he was about to distance himself from him, he was pulled back by him.

"I told you, you have to suffer a little." Tang Zhilu's tone was unusually gentle, but there was still some blood on the corner of his lips and a little warmth in his eyes, which made Du Yanze's breathing a little faster.

"Hmm." The only sounds Du Yanze made from then on were a few harmless curses that occasionally uttered between his lips and teeth, and gasps.

Tang Zhilu unilaterally felt that the reason he still had the energy to flutter around and the mind to curse, like a cat scratching people without retracting its claws, was because he had not suffered enough.

The natural thing is to straighten him out. Mysophobia or being a gentleman are not as important as making him honest.

It’s hot and humid in the summer nights, and only the cool breeze blowing in through the slightest crack can make people shiver with comfort, and it also provides an outlet to vent the heat and irritability.

At such a high temperature, the hot water will not produce white mist, but there will be a sound of water, water droplets will splash in irregular lines, and the water vapor will condense on the tiles which are cool to the touch.

If you put your hand on it, you can only feel a vague palm print in the water, but you can't see it unless you look carefully.

Du Yanze's head rested softly on Tang Zhilu's shoulder, his pink hair dripping with water, his eyes half-closed tiredly, his red lips were suspiciously swollen, and there was a small cut at the corner of his lip.

Tang Zhilu wrapped him in a bath towel and let him hang on his body with one hand. His two slender white legs hung down on both sides, swinging.

"Honest?" His voice was still hoarse, but she had to tease him.

Du Yanze suddenly bit his shoulder fiercely, but then felt embarrassed and gave up, replying with two words in a hoarse voice: "Bullshit."

Tang Zhilu took a towel and put it on the sink, and put him on it and asked him to sit down. Du Yanze was weak from the hot water, and there would be side effects of fatigue after the effect of the medicine wore off, so he was happy that Mr. Tang served him.

Tang Zhilu was only half-dressed in a bathrobe, which turned out to be mixed with Du Yanze's clothes that were soaked in water and looked like pickles.

Tang Zhilu watched him casually pull up his bathrobe, covering up the messy scratches he had made, as well as the third leg that he had just insulted.

Tang Zhilu didn't know where he got his glasses back, wiped them clean and put them on. He first used a dry bath towel to wipe his hair. At this time, his fingers showed their advantages and could do more than just beastly things.

Du Yanze became even more sleepy, and felt horrified. He really developed a terrible habit. He got sleepy very quickly when he was with Tang Zhilu. One day he might eat him without anyone being prepared.

"The injury still needs to be treated, just bear with it." Tang Zhilu went in and out, dried his hair and came back with the medicine box. Afraid that he would catch a cold, he turned on the headlights.

Du Yanze saw that he had frowned and lowered his eyes with a serious expression. The headlights made his forehead sweat. He had been staring at his eyes fiercely just now, and he had to pinch her back when she turned her head away. But now he was so... gentle.

"Does it hurt?" Tang Zhilu blew it subconsciously. Du Yanze immediately tightened his arm and turned his head to look at the light spot on the ground.

"Don't you want to take a bite when you see it?" Du Yanze asked Tang Zhilu. At this time, he was already bandaging the wound with gauze. He just laughed when he heard it.

"Did I make you lose your appetite?" Du Yanze asked him in a tone of pure doubt. "You have a very picky taste."

Tang Zhilu continued to treat his wounds carefully, first the one on his back and then the one on his arms.

Du Yanze couldn't stand it anymore. He just felt uncomfortable in his heart, as if the big hole in his heart was itching and growing new flesh. He grabbed Tang Zhilu's wrist and didn't look into his eyes.

"Do you want to eat me or not?"

Tang Zhilu thought he was kind of cute, but he also vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and that was about Du Yanze himself.

It’s not about his identity or his secrets, it’s just about Du Yanze who likes to curl up on his side when sleeping.

Tang Zhilu tied the knot smoothly, pushed his glasses up with his fingers, picked up two pieces of paper, half-knelt down, held his ankles and wiped the water droplets, and he didn't look like a germaphobe at all.

Du Yanze became more and more panicked. He tried to retract his legs but was pulled back again. He just let him step on his knees.

"I want to eat it. I didn't get to eat it today. I just tasted it a little bit. I plan to continue next time."

Du Yanze felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

He wanted to jump down, but Tang Zhilu held him and wiped the other side slowly.

"Where are my shoes?"

"No need."

Du Yanze never wastes time thinking about things he doesn't understand. His daily work is enough to make him think about everything.

At this time, Du Yanze was sinking in the soft bed, with the cool air of the air conditioner blowing slowly. He was held in his arms, with his palms gently caressing him.

"Go to sleep, it's time to rest."

Du Yanze kicked Tang Zhilu's long legs to show his rebelliousness, and then let him continue to coax him to sleep with peace of mind.

"Just wait, sooner or later I will catch you and hang you up and beat you." As he was talking, Du Yanze fell asleep. He himself was not aware of his unreasonable sense of dependence.

Tang Zhilu laughed softly and reached out to touch his cheek.

*

"Yeah, the boss is back."

Deng Shan had just arrived outside the store, and her eyes kept wandering between Du Yanze and Tang Zhilu who was sitting in the car. Du Yanze turned around and knocked on the car window, signaling him to leave quickly.

Tang Zhilu didn't move. He raised his eyes and held his wrist, with a warning look in his eyes, as if he said something.

Deng Shan didn't want to go over and listen, but she wanted to lie under his car now, or even better, he would take her back to lie under their bed at night.

No matter what he said, Mr. Tang did seem to have a very strong aura. He looked like the cold and emotionless elite male protagonist in novels?

And her boss was obviously not the typical innocent and strong little white flower in the novel who accepted everything and silently gave. His boss impatiently waved his hand, smiled and said something before walking over.

"Mr. Tang is gone?"

"Why, you still want to keep him for dinner."

Du Yanze entered the store and prepared to leave through the back door. Yesterday's incident had not been dealt with yet. He needed to quickly understand the victim's confession, the results of the on-site investigation, and Han Huai's situation.

Deng Shan was used to the boss coming in and then leaving through the back door for a while, so she teased him, "Tsk tsk tsk, are you going out to meet someone secretly without telling Mr. Tang?"

Du Yanze smiled, but his attitude made Deng Shan almost take it seriously, so she quickly covered her mouth.

After Du Yanze left, she thought there were not many people around early in the morning, so she was not in a hurry to open the door. Unexpectedly, a man in a baseball cap entered the store.

Deng Shan didn't think much about it. Although the visitor was dressed differently, she had an impression that this person seemed to have come to buy things frequently since the store opened. However, he rarely sat down to eat and always took everything away.

It seems that every time I come here, I never meet Du Yanze. She says she is the boss and asks me to pack up something.

Deng Shan packed the things and handed them over with a smile. The moment she handed them over, she met his eyes and felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

It's not a lewd look, but a bit of inorganic ferocity?

"I know you still have doubts about Han, but based on the information we have received so far, there is nothing suspicious about him."

Chen Shuang was urgently interrogated overnight. She must have been busy until very late yesterday. There were dark circles under her eyes. She had to call Du Yanze to go to the hospital together early this morning.

"The one in trouble is Feng You." Chen Shuang frowned, pinched the bridge of his nose anxiously, and briefly explained the situation to Du Yanze who was driving.

"The forensic doctor initially determined that his cause of death was poisoning. Yesterday, the forensic doctor's colleagues checked the existing poisons and found no matching ones. I would like to apply for a poison screening by the SDD."

Du Yanze nodded, but he already had a rough guess in his mind, but he didn't want to say it out loud so that they would have a preconceived idea. If it was related to FA, and common toxins had not been found...

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