Extra six

Li Rong felt his breathing was disordered and his heartbeat was extremely rapid. He did not dare to look at Xue Heng's reaction, just as he had subconsciously covered Xue Heng's eyes just now.

But he couldn't let go, for fear that once he let go, he would never see Xue Heng again - just like the conditions stated on that piece of paper, Xue Heng would be printed on another piece of paper, lying together with those complicated data, as a part of the experiment that could not be disclosed to the outside world.

He couldn't clearly explain who he was in the first place, and he didn't want to see Xue Heng agree to those things, nor did he want to start to wonder after a few years whether his memory was just a side effect of the experiment.

Xue Heng is clearly a real person. The Xue Heng of a thousand years ago changed the dynasty, and the Xue Heng of a thousand years later also helped him through the unbearable pain and confusing memories.

In his panic, he bit down and drew blood, but he could no longer tell whether it was his own blood or Xue Heng's. He swallowed the sweet blood, and even though he was already out of breath, he still insisted on sticking to Xue Heng.

The temperature between his lips slowly rose, and Li Rong felt a slightly cool touch on his fingertips. It was not until that hand grasped his wrist, then slowly groped and wiped the blood from his lips with bumps and bruises that he realized it was Xue Heng's hand.

That was Xue Heng, the inseparable presence in his memory, the person he couldn't leave behind. He couldn't leave, couldn't bear to let go, yet he had no other choice but to rely on his instinct to keep him around a little longer.

He'd better stay as long as he wanted, and he would do whatever he was asked to do.

But Li Rong was a little flustered again. He turned his gaze to Xue Heng's eyes, and seeing the thin strip of cloth helped him to stop panicking. He was a little relieved that he didn't meet Xue Heng's eyes directly, but then he felt that he was ridiculous, too ridiculous.

He took a breath and quickly leaned in to kiss her lips, which were no longer so pale. This time he pressed even closer, trying to hold on to the sofa to trap Xue Heng.

It was just ridiculous, but much better than the things he didn't even want to imagine.

Xue Heng seemed to be slow to react. His hand was still groping, passing across the side of Li Rong's face, but he couldn't find any place to stop what was happening. Finally, he moved his fingertips to hold the warm back of his neck.

Li Rong had to step back a little, but he couldn't stand it anymore, so he reached out to hold Xue Heng's fingertips and continue with his own things.

He heard Xue Heng sigh softly, call his name first, and then smile helplessly. There was no need to make any further guesses.

Li Rong heard Xue Heng's affirmative words. Without any doubt or speculation, he said with a deep, somewhat disordered voice, "You know everything."

Yes, I know everything. He successfully held Xue Heng's hand, lowered his head submissively to find the place he had just kissed. Only when he put his hand on hers again did he feel relieved.

He didn't care what Xue Heng would say, he just wanted to stay close to him.

Before Xue Heng pushed him away, it would be nice to stay a little longer, no matter how he thought about himself.

Xue Heng finally moved, breaking free from his grip. Li Rong thought he would be pushed away in the next second.

He closed his eyes obediently. At least for a while, he didn't have to look Xue Heng in the eye. Just listening to Xue Heng's voice was enough. He couldn't keep anything, and he couldn't keep Xue Heng.

After just two or three seconds of waiting, the expected result didn't appear. Xue Heng seemed to just reach out and hold her tightly in his arms.

"Li Rong." He heard his own name and felt the gentle force of someone tapping along his back. It was very soothing and seemed to relieve the depression in his heart.

But how could that be? As long as the person in front of him kept walking, he would never calm down.

Li Rong opened her eyes and took Xue Heng's hand. Only when she touched his fingertips to hers did she realize she was crying. She then took the wet fingertips into her mouth and tasted the salty liquid.

He heard Xue Heng mutter something again. It sounded like a sigh, but it also seemed not to be - he couldn't hear it clearly, he could only see Xue Heng's blindfolded face.

Then the slender fingers withdrew from his mouth, and with their warm saliva, they caressed the unshed tears at the corners of his eyes. Because their vision was blocked, they could only slide down slowly, inch by inch, touching the tiny wound he had just bitten and bleeding.

Li Rong thought that it seemed to be a little stinging, but it didn't matter. What Xue Heng had just said didn't matter.

He only knew that Xue Heng was still willing to stay for him and stay in front of him.

Li Rong took off his shirt and took the initiative to guide Xue Heng's fingertips to touch the invisible parts. Sliding from his neck, he first touched the slightly protruding Adam's apple. The temperature in the room was not very high, but he still knelt down, ignoring his slightly trembling upper body.

The hand slid quickly at first, touching his collarbone and then moving down... holding the fingers that were even longer than his own...

He shouldn't have felt anything at all... Li Rong felt an inexplicable tingle of restlessness. Living in this era, it wasn't like he was completely clueless, but when it came to practical action, he was somewhat slow.

He just opened himself up as much as possible, wanting Xue Heng to stay longer. Fortunately, Xue Heng never tried to tear off the white cloth from beginning to end...

Li Rong raised his eyes to look at the other person's still wet lips. When he wanted to kiss her, he found that his current position was not convenient enough...

He realized that the situation was extremely absurd, but he was reluctant to let Xue Heng move his fingertips away. But before he could hold that hand...

The slightly cool fingertips touched his slightly raised spine, just stroking it, which was very similar to his usual temperament, as if he was still comforting himself.

Li Rong bit his lip... He knew what to do. But he wasn't as decisive as he thought...

But he couldn't see...

At this time, he couldn't help but make a sound, and he didn't even realize what kind of sound he made. But later he heard clearly that Xue Heng called his name.

...Just like before, I also comforted her...

He pressed his lips against the flesh that was now stained with blood, muffling any sound he was about to make. The one blindfolded was Xue Heng, and at this moment, Li Rong felt as if he could no longer see.

All he could feel was Xue Heng's constantly sliding fingertips, which replaced his somewhat reckless movements, soothing him and continuing.

One hand held the hand he had just tried, fingers pressed together and clasped tightly...

...but there was no pain like before.

…

I felt as if I had been cut open, and the emptiness that had always filled me seemed to be filled up.

The rest is left to instinct... He will never get any closer to Xue Heng.

This was enough. Li Rong leaned on the cushions on the sofa and cooperated with Xue Heng's movements to make love.

He was happy, he was satisfied, and tears still fell from the corners of his eyes... not as resolute as before.

...echoing in the empty room...

Li Rong raised his fingertips... The feeling was something he had never experienced before, very strange, and he should have felt an instinctive panic.

He raised his trembling fingertips and traced the eyebrows and eyes covered by the white cloth, from left to right, over and over again. The instinct of panic would only be replaced by more important things.

His voice was trembling, but he called out again and again, mixed with joy and pain, to the person in front of him.

"Xue Heng."

"Xue Zhuozhi."

"Xue Congzhi."

He was held in the other person's arms, pressed against the warm body, and could also hear the heartbeat that was in the same rhythm.

Li Rong heard Xue Heng respond, responding to every call he made. He reached out again to hold Xue Heng's fingertips, this time holding tightly.

Without him leaning over, Xue Heng raised his head to find the bloody lips, kissing away the dried blood and the dripping tears.

The wind slipped in through the window that was not closed tightly, blew open the half-dried pages of the book, and blew some more inside, bringing the coldness of the Jiangnan winter.

The two people still on the sofa had no time to care about this insignificant chill, but just kept getting closer to each other, not knowing whose wish they were fulfilling, nor did they know that the sun was setting.

"Xue Heng." Li Rong called out to him again, pulling his hand to continue holding it around his waist. "Anything is fine, at least now, don't stop."

However, he did not hear clearly whether Xue Heng responded or not. He enjoyed the other party's indulgence and kissed her originally pale lips again, rubbing her lips very red.

In the midst of his emotional daze, Li Rong still remembered that incident, the incident about Xue Heng - in fact, there were many more things that happened later, but he was not in a hurry to ask or think about it.

He hugged Xue Heng tightly and responded to his call with a helpless indulgence and comforting smile.

Xue Heng and Xue Congzhi would not leave again. He had never broken his promise.

Li Rong closed his eyes and let himself... be comforted, and bent his brows again, ignoring the tears of joy.