Chapter 47

The red light in Qiao You's green eyes was so deep that it was frightening. He held the boy's hot cheek in an ambiguous and forceful manner, smiled and said, "Baby, do you know what you are saying?"

Lan Yexing realized what had happened and became even more shy. His face became even redder and hotter. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but Qiao You maliciously did not give him a chance to answer.

As soon as he finished speaking, the space completely distorted. The next moment, Qiao You put away the injection on the table, carried Lan Yexing to his single dormitory, the closed curtains of the dormitory fluttered gently in the night wind. In the safe darkness, Qiao You pressed the boy in his arms possessively onto his bed.

Two muscular arms were supported on both sides of the boy's body. His ups and downs of chest and the dangerous muscle lines on his arms conspired with the bed to form a cramped and oppressive space like a cage, firmly controlling the boy inside. A few rays of moonlight mixed with lake light sprinkled into the room. The young man's black shadow, darker than the night, pressed on the boy like a wall, as if it was about to actually invade his skin and imprison his bones, internal organs and blood.

Lan Yexing's black hair was disheveled and his eyes were blurry and moist. He lay almost obediently in that pitiful space, his nose filled with the invasive scent of lime. His heart was pounding, almost jumping out of his chest. The burning temperature on his cheeks spread uncontrollably throughout his body, and he was almost unable to breathe.

The excessive sense of oppression and desire from the young man frightened him a little. His scalp was tingling, his ears were buzzing, his body and heart were trembling, but deep in his heart he could not help but feel an expectation that he could not ignore - this was the person he liked, the person he liked very much...

There is no one who doesn't want to do such intimate things with the person they like...

Lan Yexing's moist eyes were filled with a soft and moving light. He stared at him blankly: He really wanted to touch his handsome face, put his arms around his neck, kiss him, and do something more intimate with him...

But under this kind of oppression and control, his body was too soft, and he couldn't stop trembling from his soul to his fingertips. He couldn't even raise one arm, so he could only look at him with such a moist, affectionate, well-behaved and soft gaze...

The blond young man above him stared back at him with a pair of affectionate, paranoid, morbid and cold eyes. He smiled and used a big hand to elegantly pick Lan Yexing's uniform tie out of his cashmere vest, messing up the collar of his neatly fitting snow-white shirt under the vest. Then, he leaned over like a scary devil in a handsome man's skin, put his lips to the boy's hot ear, and said in an ambiguous and persuasive way: "Be good, let me take these off, okay, baby?"

Lan Yexing tilted his head subconsciously, his black hair became even more messy, and a small piece of fair and reddish skin was exposed at his collar, which was messed up by the other party's tie-picking action. He obediently opened his moist lips slightly, wanting to answer the other party's question, but his vocal cords seemed to be suppressed and he could not make any sound.

Qiao You stared at him straight, his emerald eyes were frighteningly bright, his oppressive gaze spread out like a net, pinning the boy firmly to the bed, greedily capturing every tiny expression and movement of his.

The pleased smile on his face deepened, and he finally took off the tie gracefully.

His voice was hoarse, moving and full of magnetism, but his words were full of malicious intent: "Xiaoxing, it's all your fault that things have turned out like this..."

Lan Yexing stared at him blankly, thinking that this young man was cunning, strange and scary. He was a little scared, but he still couldn't and didn't want to push him away...

His brain was buzzing with chaos at the moment and he really couldn't understand: why were these completely contradictory words such as love, pleasure, desire and fear and terror flowing through his body at the same time?

So, until the clothes were peeled off one by one, Lan Yexing just raised his arms to cover his eyebrows. Tears had long been flowing from the corners of his eyes because of the young man, wetting his cheeks and bed sheets. He did not say that he was afraid, but just said in a hoarse voice: "I, I have never done this kind of thing before..."

Lan Yexing's eyebrows were covered by his arms. He sniffed at his red nose and lowered his trembling voice: "Please, please be gentle..."

Qiao You, who elegantly unbuttoned the last button of the boy's white shirt, was startled and suddenly opened his eyes wide - his heart was throbbing with extreme pain again, almost making it difficult for him to breathe - his body was clearly shouting all kinds of despicable and crazy words dangerously and madly.

Want to make him cry.

I want to make him hurt.

I want him to truly belong to me.

The feeling of "cherishing" was stuck there like a sharp thorn, preventing him from moving forward - he even couldn't help but start thinking about a question that he used to despise: What exactly is love?

Plunder? Occupy? Control?

He still disdains and does not understand this question which is as abstract and macroscopic as the proposition of "happiness", but now he finally knows: love is definitely not equal to desire...

…

After a while, Qiao You sat down beside the bed, still looking at the boy on the bed with those unconcealed eyes full of desire, but he stretched out his big hand, gently and forcefully grasped the boy's forearm covering his eyebrows, and after moving it away, he glanced at the boy's red, wet eyes filled with surprise, and then swiftly and forcefully pulled up the wrist that could be held in his palm.

So, he pulled up the young man who was lying on the bed in an unbuttoned white shirt and held him possessively in his arms.

One of his big hands ruffled the boy's soft black hair, and the other big hand was placed on the other's slightly trembling thin back, stroking along the spine, as if comforting a frightened kitten, he said softly: "Be good. I won't do anything else today. Don't be afraid, okay?"

In the dim and safe room, Lan Yexing's body stiffened, and then relaxed when he came to his senses. He buried his face in the young man's arms, reached out and grabbed the young man's collar, and said in a muffled voice: "I'm not scared, I'm just... a little scared. It's okay for you to continue."

He also wants to be close to the person he likes.

Qiao You was wearing a shirt and trousers at this time, with his half-open shirt revealing his oppressive and beautiful abdominal muscles. It was rare for him to completely reveal his dangerous, rebellious and uncontrollable temperament.

He sat elegantly and casually on the edge of the bed, his muscular long arms possessively holding Lan Yexing, who was half-sitting up with his knees bent, almost holding the whole person in his arms.

Hearing Lan Yexing's words, he chuckled softly, and even his green pupils were rarely smiling. He gave the boy a clean and gentle kiss on the top of his head and said, "You are so brave, Xiaoxing."

Lan Yexing felt like he was being laughed at. He blushed and pushed him: "Hey."

Qiao You hummed casually and happily, ruffled the boy's black hair lovingly, and pressed him deeper into his arms.

There was still a lingering desire in his pupils, but his tone was relaxed and casual: "It's okay, we can do the most intimate things later."

No matter how difficult it was to suppress the crazy thing surging in his body, he was willing to wait until Lan Yexing was no longer afraid.

He didn't want Lan Yexing to be traumatized or hurt by this kind of thing.

But it doesn't prevent him from collecting some interest now.

So he put on a flawless smile and was about to ask for a kiss, but he saw Lan Yexing in his arms lowering her head and pushing him away a little, saying softly: "If you don't want to continue, then let's start getting used to something more intimate than kissing."

In the night, Qiao You looked at the boy's slender white neck exposed in front of him and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

As if sensing the other party's overly strong presence, Lan Yexing awkwardly reached out his hand and touched the back of his burning neck. He blushed and muffled, "Can you bite here?"

Qiao You's pupils shrank, and the red light in his green eyes was terrifyingly clear.

Lan Yexing's voice became weaker and weaker due to shame, but he still said frankly: "I heard that there is a behavior called marking in this world, which is biting here... Although I don't have any glands, I also want you to..." mark...

Before he finished his words, a heavy and terrifying shadow completely covered Lan Yexing.

Lan Yexing suddenly opened his eyes wide and uttered a heavy "hmm" - at this moment, the tall and handsome young man was leaning over slightly, biting hard on the white and fragile back of the neck, as if a terrible vampire was greedily sucking the blood of the prey that came to the door on its own initiative under the guise of a handsome human skin.

Lan Yexing's breathing became disordered for a moment due to the pain, but he remained motionless obediently. He just clutched the young man's clothes even tighter.

…

After an unknown amount of time, Lan Yexing hissed, covered the horrible, burning tooth marks on the back of his neck, and raised his head. He glared at him with a red face: "Feed your dog!"

The skin on the back of his neck is swollen!

But even so, the skin was not broken!

How on earth does this guy control his strength?

Qiao You looked at him with a smile, his emerald eyes showing a happy and satisfied look. He stretched out his big hand and touched the back of the boy's neck with satisfaction, and said insincerely, "Sorry."

Lan Yexing twitched his lips and blushed as he looked away: "Forget it." After all, he was the one who took the initiative.

After learning about Qiao You's life experience and learning the secrets of the world from Leon, Lan Yexing's emotions went through ups and downs. At this time, he finally calmed down because of such special and intimate contact.

He looked at the injection that Qiao You had placed on the table, and his eyes turned cold.

His brain quickly started to work, and he looked at Qiao You again and said seriously: "I have a guess, do you want to hear it?"

If his guess is true, he may be able to help Qiao You lure out the real Song Wen.

Qiao You raised his eyebrows and stared at his still unbuttoned white shirt. He wanted to remind him, "Are you sure you want to say that?", but he cunningly didn't say it. He just smiled and said, "You say it."

Lan Yexing blinked and said, "I suspect that the king and the host have different goals and motives."

In other words, they are not completely on the same side.

He has some basis for this speculation:

For example, the "Song Wen" in the office in the administrative building said that it was the host that informed the king that he and Qiao You were in love, and the king took action based on this information and sent "Song Wen" to deliver the [Extraction Needle].

In other words, the king probably cannot get information directly from Xiao Song. If he wants to get information about the host from Xiao Song, he will probably have to ask the host for it, and the host can choose to give it or not.

For example, after he completed his most recent mission, the host unlocked the ability of [Tracing the Source Analysis] for him. He learned the truth about Qiao You's parents from the injection, and later got part of the truth about this world from Leon.

Xiao Song said before that the host's core ability to control the outside world would not work on him (now it seems that this ability is [precognition]), but even if it cannot predict his actions, the host should have known these things by reading Xiao Song's data. This is almost something that will shake the king's rule, but there is no movement from the king, which means that the host is unlikely to have informed the king of these things.

These clues all indicate that the host and the king are not completely on the same side.

The last point he cared about was that Leon said that in the king's eyes, Qiao You was naive, weak and kind, but the actual Qiao You was not like that, and the king seemed to be unaware of his secret actions all along.

He thought of two possibilities. The first possibility was that Qiao You had a way to avoid the gaze of that [precognitive] mental power; the second possibility was that the one who actually controlled this [precognitive] with only the brain left alive was most likely the host, and the host did not inform the king of Qiao You's abnormality.

After sorting out the clues here, Lan Yexing seemed to remember something and looked at Qiao You: "Why does the king think you are naive, weak and kind?"

According to Leon, the king trusts his machines and secret weapons so much, which means that their power is strong and beyond human cognition. The king believes that there will be no mistakes in their judgment and detection.

How did Qiao You avoid it?

Qiao You smiled and looked at him, saying calmly: "A person without any feelings or emotions will of course be detected as naive, weak and kind by any instrument."

When he was three years old, his mother transferred his original mental power away. He was supposed to be a person without mental power, but perhaps because the group of mental powers cursed by blood would have mental power anyway, after losing his original mental power, he inexplicably awakened his father's mental power: [Withdrawal].

He got used to this dangerous and bloody mental power very quickly.

The day after he was taken away by the royal family, he learned to use this mental power to completely [extract] his inner self.

When the royal family took him away, they gave him a sleeping pill before the examination. So he had no memory of the physical examination at that time. However, before he fell into a coma, he used his new mental power to completely [extract] his inner self.

The test results showed that his sexual orientation was male, and his personality was kind, weak and naive.

The royal family completely let down their guard against such a three-year-old child. In order to make him feel the so-called "happiness", the royal family did not kill the old butler, but agreed to his desperate plea and allowed him to continue to raise him, but threatened the butler not to instill hatred in him.

In the following years, the royal family kept a close watch on him and his butler. The royal family and those big families would also send various omegas and alphas to lurk around him, monitor him, and collect his data. They would also intentionally or unintentionally test his preferences in choosing a mate.

Every year, the royal family would send someone to draw blood samples from him, and before each donation, he would empty all his inner self, turning him into a hollow man. A hollow man is, of course, perfect in personality and character.

He lived his life like this until high school, and he believed that even when he was in college before he lost his memory, he still hated these things.

Lan Yexing held his hand distressedly after hearing this. He looked directly into his eyes and asked the last question: "How much did you know about the truth of this world before?"

Qiao You still looked at him with a gentle and morbid concentration, his smile deepening. His voice was elegant and pleasant, but it contained cold arrogance and disdain: "I only vaguely feel that the king and the big hand behind him are adjusting the fate of the entire world. To be honest, that has nothing to do with me."

He doesn't care what the world is like. If his parents knew that he has grown up to be such a cold and arrogant person, they would definitely be disappointed.

Qiao You: "At that time, I only cared about whether they had the ability to completely control my fate."

Perhaps it was because he once possessed that unfortunate and strange [precognitive] mental power that he developed antibodies to this kind of gaze, or perhaps it was still his mother's power at work. After many experiments, he discovered that the big hand could not fully predict his actions - for example, regarding his bloody underground laboratory, it could only predict that he would stay in the basement at a certain time in the future, but could not predict what he would do in the basement.

For another example, he kept [withdrawing] from the bodies of that group of psychics for a certain purpose, and it seemed that he could only [predict] that he would appear next to the person concerned at a certain time period.

Its gaze on him was blurry.

However, considering what happened to that group of people, it should be able to infer that he is the murderer, but he disdains it: he will destroy the evidence of him doing those bloody things, just because he does not want to cause more trouble from people other than enemies in this society that is civilized and functioning normally in the eyes of most people; if it is the king and that disgusting big hand, he would like to lead them and Song Wen to him, and then carry out a hearty killing - but that big hand is more difficult to show up than the king who is hiding very deeply.

Qiao You's half-closed pupils were filled with cold hostility: he really didn't care what would happen to the world. For revenge and a certain purpose, he would kill without hesitation, no matter whether the result of killing his enemies was good or bad for the world. He was destined to be stained with so much killing and blood.

But, Lan Yexing... He knew that in addition to caring about him, Lan Yexing also cared about many other people and about this world.

If I could... I really want to leave him a clean and happy world that is not polluted by countless dirty causes and effects...

He still didn't understand what the "happiness" that his parents were so obsessed with was, but he was a man who still had countless despicable and bad thoughts about Lan Yexing, but at the same time, he hoped very much that Lan Yexing could get the word called "happiness".

Even if he himself...

…

Lan Yexing looked at the handsome blond young man who seemed to be lost in thought with a soft expression. A certain uneasiness surged in his heart. He simply leaned over and hugged the young man, frowning slightly and said in a muffled voice: "Hey, listen to me continue."

Qiao You regained consciousness. He smiled and rubbed the boy's black hair almost dotingly: "You say."

A plan gradually took shape in his mind. Lan Yexing took a deep breath and said, "Do you care about your grades?" For example, he might not be able to get full marks because of absences.

Qiao You raised an eyebrow: "No."

Lan Yexing: "What about your club activities?"

Qiao You: “No.” He is actually not a qualified football player and has no interest in group honor. He joined only because he is slightly interested in the sport of football itself.

Lan Yexing was silent for a moment. He hugged the young man affectionately and lovingly, and finally asked the last question: "Do you mind... being imprisoned by me for a while?"

If Qiao You, who is most important to the royal family, disappears completely on this campus, the king will definitely send his true confidant, the real Song Wen, to find Qiao You.

In this way, he could lead the person who killed Qiao You's parents to Qiao You, and Qiao You could avenge his parents...

When he said this, he did not ask Xiao Song to block the host.

Because, at the same time, he also wants to do an experiment: he wants to test how big the deviation between the king and the host is... If the host still hides his plan to imprison Qiao You from the king, then it means that unlike the king who only regards Qiao You as the core of the whole conspiracy, for the host, there is another core.

If the host did not hide it from the king, it would not matter. The king knew in advance before he imprisoned Qiao You that this chess piece was going to attack the most critical Qiao You. He would also directly send his most important confidant to deal with this matter. He could still lead Song Wen to Qiao You.

Qiao You smiled and looked at him meaningfully and said, "Xiao Xing, have I taught you bad things?" You even learned the word 'imprisonment', which is really... exciting.

Lan Yexing looked at him helplessly and tenderly: "So do you mind--" How many days do I [imprison] you?

Qiao You still smiled, looked back at him paranoidly, and answered neatly, "No."

Lan Yexing's light-colored eyes lit up: "Then I——"

Qiao You raised an eyebrow: "But there are conditions."

Lan Yexing blinked: "You say."

Qiao You's eyes darkened, and he stretched out his big hand, and with his fingers he lifted up the boy's unbuttoned white shirt in an ambiguous and meaningful way. He smiled and said, "Take it off and let me hold you to sleep for one night."