Seeing Shu Bai's speechless expression, Li Yuheng suddenly made a very oppressive move.
He braced one hand on the back of the sofa behind Shu Bai and placed the other hand on the low table between them, leaning forward to trap Shu Bai in the narrow space between him and the sofa.
The distance was so close that he could clearly feel the other person's breathing suddenly become somewhat rapid.
"Now that headquarters has stamped and certified it, our relationship is legally binding,"
Li Yuheng lowered his voice, which had a captivating magnetism, and looked at Shu Bai's tightly pursed lips. "Then I think our previous methods of guidance... were a bit too inefficient."
Shu Bai's body tensed instantly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was hoarseer than usual: "...What do you want?"
Li Yuheng's lips curled into a wicked smile as he slowly raised a hand and, with one finger, very slowly touched his lower lip.
"For example... a more direct, deeper, and supposedly more efficient pheromone exchange method between the combined sentinels?"
He blinked, his tone light, but the words were earth-shattering: "What do you think, Sentinel Shu Bai?"
Shu Bai's pupils contracted sharply, and he almost reflexively tried to push Li Yuheng away.
The guide's pheromones have a strong calming and attracting effect on sentinels, and direct exchange... is indeed more efficient than before.
But the progress was too fast, so fast that it instinctively made him feel panicked and resistant.
Seeing Shu Bai's instantly hardened expression and tense muscles, a knowing glint flashed in Li Yuheng's eyes.
But he didn't back down. He simply dropped his aggressive stance, straightened up, shrugged, and his tone became lazy, even a little aggrieved:
"Oh well, if you don't want to, that's fine too. I was just making a suggestion. After all, the tower's orders are for us to stabilize the situation 'as soon as possible' and return to the front lines 'as soon as possible'."
He turned around, his back to Shu Bai, and seemingly casually fiddled with the monitoring watch on his wrist, muttering to himself.
The sound wasn't loud, but it was just enough for Shu Bai to hear every single word clearly.
"Sigh, what a pity... I heard that this kind of guidance is several times more efficient than a handshake. Some people's mental fluctuation levels are frighteningly high. If we had to proceed step by step slowly, I don't know how long it would have taken for them to stabilize..."
"As for me, I don't really care. It doesn't matter where I am. The Third War Zone provides food and lodging, and it's not bad except for being a bit boring. I just wonder if some people... have waited six years, finally seeing a glimmer of hope to return to the battlefield, can endure another six years..."
As he spoke, he secretly observed Shu Bai out of the corner of his eye.
Shu Bai stood frozen in place, every word Li Yuheng uttered piercing his heart like a needle.
Six years...
Six years of being forgotten, isolated, and treated as danger and waste.
Every attempt to alleviate the pain, every ignition of hope followed by its demise in despair.
Those days and nights spent watching their fellow sentries fight on the front lines while they themselves were trapped in this tiny place...
Returning to the battlefield became almost his only obsession with survival.
Now, this opportunity, and this seemingly absurd and strangely behaving guide, may be his only and fastest shortcut.
He knew that Li Yuheng was deliberately provoking him, using the most clumsy of all schemes.
But he's damned...
I couldn't refuse.
He also knew that there would be even deeper guidance later, because the combined sentinels and guides would eventually reach that point.
He wasn't one to mince words; on the battlefield, where life and death hung in the balance, no one would be bound by such formalities.
It was just... too fast, so fast that it caught him off guard...
Li Yuheng was still there with his back to him, shaking his head, sighing, and chattering about things like "it's okay to take it slow" and "I'm just afraid the Zerg won't wait for us."
Shu Bai's gaze was fixed on Li Yuheng's mouth, which opened and closed incessantly, uttering hateful words.
The lips were a pale color, but a beautiful shape, and at that moment they looked especially vivid because of the incessant chatter, even... a little tempting.
A sudden surge of inexplicable irritability and a "what's the point?" impulse welled up inside me.
It's so noisy.
Shut up.
Then... as you wish.
The next second, Li Yuheng felt a sudden, powerful force strike him.
Shu Bai suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of his head with such force that he almost thought his neck was about to break.
Li Yuheng turned his head in astonishment. Before he could see Shu Bai's expression clearly, he saw the other person's face, which was full of determination and a willingness to die, suddenly approaching.
Immediately afterwards, a cold, dry lip, trembling noticeably and forcefully pressed against his lips!
"Hmm!"
Li Yuheng was completely stunned.
Huh? They really kissed?!
Is my wife that fierce?!
He thought it wouldn't succeed.
Shu Bai's movements were completely devoid of skill; he simply relied on a headstrong, reckless force to firmly shut his mouth.
It was as if this wasn't a kiss, but a suicidal attack.
His eyes were tightly closed, his eyelashes trembled violently, and the hand gripping the back of Li Yuheng's head was so tight that his knuckles turned white. His other hand was also unconsciously clenched into a fist, and all the muscles in his body were as stiff as stone.
It was awkward, reckless, and even carried a hint of despair.
But like a thunderbolt, it instantly shattered all of Li Yuheng's cynicism.
He could clearly sense the complex emotions conveyed by Shu Bai.
Submission, resentment, a do-or-die determination, and deep beneath all of this, a faint yet real yearning for "possibility".
Li Yuheng felt as if something had struck his heart hard, and an unprecedented feeling of tenderness and soreness quickly spread through him.
He took the initiative almost without hesitation.
He raised his hand and gently covered the taut white hand that was clasped behind his head, his fingertips gently yet firmly caressing the other's cold skin, trying to ease the stiffness and trembling.
With her other hand, she wrapped her arms around Shu Bai's waist, subtly transforming the originally aggressive and oppressive posture into a closer and more intimate embrace.
His lips were no longer passively receiving the kiss, but began to gently and patiently respond to the clumsy kiss.
Shu Bai was clearly inexperienced with this. Li Yuheng's sudden gentleness and skill made him even more flustered. His body tensed up, and he subconsciously wanted to back away.
But Li Yuheng's hands around his waist tightened without giving him a chance to refuse, holding him firmly in his arms.
The movements of her lips grew increasingly gentle and tender, like the most patient mentor guiding a lost apprentice.
Gradually, the fierce, colliding force disappeared.
Shu Bai's tense body began to soften little by little, and her clenched fists unconsciously loosened, stiffly pressing against Li Yuheng's chest.
The grip on Li Yuheng's head loosened, and his fingertips even curled up unconsciously.
Under Li Yuheng's patient soothing, the cold lips finally warmed up and even began to awkwardly and tentatively offer a slight response.
At the same time, deep within the spiritual landscape.
Li Yuheng's dazzling sea of stars gently spread out, and countless points of starlight, like fireflies, drifted towards the frozen, blizzard-stricken wasteland.
This time, the wasteland did not unleash a hurricane that kept people at bay.
The snowstorm seemed to have subsided, and a warm current flowed into the frigid air.
The wary snow leopard spirit looked up as the gentle starlight fell on its fur and melted into the frozen earth.
It initially paced back and forth somewhat uneasily.
But soon it stopped, letting out a soft, comfortable hum, and even nuzzled against a speck of light that had landed on its nose.
On Li Yuheng's and Shu Bai's wrists, the brand-new monitoring wristwatches, displaying data representing mental fluctuations and coordination stability, were imperceptibly approaching the green safe zone...
[Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!]
In Li Yuheng's mind, 0090 conjured up virtual electronic fireworks: 【Young Master! Awesome (voice cracks) --!!! You truly are the epitome of speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness!】
"Keep a low profile, keep a low profile."
Li Yuheng took a moment from his busy schedule to reply in his mind.
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