Chapter 158: Going Crazy and Sobering Up
The closer he got, the wider Jiang Yanyu's eyes widened, as if their eyeballs were about to bulge out, like a man-eating fox monster, and his mouth was stretched to his ears in an exaggerated smile.
Shen Yin sat on the floor in a daze, with only one thought in his mind.
——Jiang Yanyu has gone mad and wants to kill him and cut him into pieces.
The instinct for survival took over, Shen Yin adjusted his glasses, stood up quickly, and ran out the door.
Shen Yin had just run a few steps and his fingers had just touched the door frame when he felt a strong force hitting his collar from behind, causing him to fall to the ground.
"Why are you running?" Jiang Yanyu lowered his head and looked down at him, the axe in his hand shaking, as if he couldn't hold it steadily and was about to chop it down in the next second.
But the poisonous effect of Kexia began to take effect, any emotion would be magnified, and he switched like a madman.
The slightest bit of panic would be magnified infinitely. A look of panic appeared on Shen Yin's face. He collapsed to the ground and used both feet to shrink back.
There was no point in hiding. Shen Yin's hiding was of no avail amid Jiang Yanyu's crazy smile.
He hurriedly retreated to the corner, with no way to retreat. Shen Yin stared at Jiang Yanyu, his shoulders shaking unconsciously, getting more and more severe. He didn't know if it was because of the effect of the medicine or because of his panic.
Jiang Yanyu slowly squatted down and put the axe against Shen Yin's neck. The fox's eyes were bright and shining, as if the fox had caught an ugly crow that was different from the precious canary, and its eyes were polluted. Only by biting it to death could it calm down.
"Are you scared?" Jiang Yanyu used a little force, and the sharp edge of the axe dug into his neck, cutting through the outer layer of skin on his neck. Blood was about to flow out.
"Don't be afraid. I will give you a quick death. You won't feel any pain at all. You will go to hell soon."
Jiang Yanyu chuckled, and the corners of his long windbreaker fell to the ground, moving slightly with his laughter, sweeping away the dust accumulated on the ground.
As he finished speaking, the force of the axe suddenly relaxed. Just as Shen Yin was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the axe changed direction and suddenly went down, chopping between his legs.
Bang!
"ah!!!"
Shen Yin let out a heart-wrenching roar, the tail end of which was cracked and hoarse, like the quack of a drake, making people want to stuff his mouth with a rag.
Along with Shen Yin's roar, there was also Jiang Yanyu's crazy and unbridled laughter, ridicule and mockery.
Because the force was too great, the axe got stuck in the dent on the wooden floor, just a few centimeters away from Shen Yin's lower body.
Jiang Yanyu pulled out the axe and tilted his head slightly, as if he was very confused about what Shen Yin was screaming about.
"What the hell are you screaming about?" The axe blade hit the floor, leaving a dent and a loud noise where it fell, and at the same time causing Shen Yin to scream exaggeratedly.
In less than a minute, Jiang Yanyu caught the flaw, his expression was both surprised and happy, "Are you on drugs? No wonder you are like a madman, unable to distinguish between touch and sight?"
As if to verify his guess, Jiang Yanyu pulled the axe out of the groove, raised it high, and chopped it hard on Shen Yin's face.
The axe created a gust of wind and finally stopped just millimeters away from Shen Yin's nose.
Shen Yin didn't scream this time. Only the hissing sound of water was heard, accompanied by an unpleasant fishy smell, flowing out from Shen Yin's pants.
The liquid spread quickly. Jiang Yanyu frowned, let out a light sigh, stood up and stepped back before the tip of his leather shoes was contaminated to avoid being stained by the dirt.
Jiang Yanyu retreated to the bedside and deliberately threw the axe into the liquid, splashing droplets onto Shen Yin's face and clothes.
"You are so brave as to compete with me." Jiang Yanyu sat on the edge of the bed with his hands behind his back. He wanted to mock her again, but was interrupted by a charming and seductive shout.
"Brother, brother...BB is here..."
Icy fingers covered the back of my hand, and the coolness was like a sedative, pulling my thoughts out of the crazy state and returning me to sanity.
Jiang Yanyu's heart tightened and he turned around quickly.
"Brother...ha..."
Luo Qinglin's cheeks were flushed, and his lips were swollen as if due to an allergy. They were slightly open, and the tip of his red tongue was restless because he couldn't breathe. It appeared and then hid again, appearing and disappearing.
Saliva dripped down from the corners of his mouth, forming shiny threads that slid onto the pillow.
"Kiss me, brother," Luo Qinglin begged with a distracted look in his eyes, "Kiss me, I want you."
After saying that, Luo Qinglin closed his eyes consciously, stuck out his bright red tongue, and asked for a kiss with unstable breathing. His chest rose and fell with the effect of the drug. His legs were so uncomfortable that he wanted to move around, but he was tied up with ropes and couldn't move.
The kiss did not fall as expected, only a cold hand covered the forehead.
Luo Qinglin opened his eyes angrily, grabbed Jiang Yanyu's hand on his forehead, shook it off fiercely, and shouted: "Why don't you kiss me? Why!"
Just after he finished shouting, Luo Qinglin seemed to be wronged again. The corners of his mouth turned downwards, and tears began to fall from the corners of his eyes, flowing out one by one without stopping.
"I hate you, wuwuwu," Luo Qinglin repeated in a low voice, crying, "I hate you, I hate you!"
Jiang Yanyu turned his head, and his eyes were like a sharp sword, slashing at Shen Yin fiercely. He walked silently to the corner of the bed, untied the rope on Luo Qinglin's ankles, wrapped him up with his clothes and quilt, and picked him up.
Outside the door was a long, dark staircase. Jiang Yanyu carried the person up the stairs, rising steadily to the deck.
This was not a private yacht, but a small empty cruise ship that returned to Nagasaki from Shanghai this morning. Shen Yin had secretly hidden his canary in a dirty warehouse, hoping to take it away.
There were several big men standing at the exit, all with their heads down, standing in a row and waiting quietly. There were two helicopters hovering in the air, one was an ordinary civilian helicopter, and the other was retired from the Eastern European military.
Seeing Jiang Yanyu coming out, the bald man stepped forward and said, "Mr. Jiang, what should we do with the people inside?"
The person in Jiang Yanyu's arms was restless, humming and moving from time to time. Although he was wrapped like a silkworm cocoon, the bald man did not dare to raise his head.
"Pack them up and send them to the Bai family for interrogation. They know what to do. It would be best if they could put him in jail for thirty to fifty years, until he dies."
"yes."
The civilian helicopter reduced its speed, descended, slowly stopped its propellers, and landed on the deck.
Jiang Yanyu carried Luo Qinglin into the cabin, laid him flat on the seat, turned over the quilt, revealing only a red face.
The light pierced his eyes. Luo Qinglin squinted his eyes, frowned, and felt very uncomfortable.
"Well...brother," Luo Qinglin panted softly, tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, and his plump red lips slightly opened, "Please, kiss me, please, kiss me, please..."
My body was in so much pain that my mind was overwhelmed by the emotion and all the shame was forgotten.
Luo Qinglin couldn't tell where he was. He only felt his body shaking and his mind was both chaotic and clear. The chaos was due to his senses being wrong, and the clarity was because he had only one thought in his mind - he wanted Jiang Yanyu.
Tightening your thighs in an attempt to ease the emotional tide not only does not help, but actually makes you more restless.
Luo Qinglin couldn't stop crying, sobbing softly and begging, "I want you, brother, please, just for a moment."
He never got the response he wanted, and only received a pat on the head to comfort him. Luo Qinglin had no choice but to use the few French words he knew in an attempt to gain Jiang Yanyu's mercy.
"Je t'amin, mon amour." (I love you, brother)
"I want you."
These two sentences were just what Jiang Yanyu taught Luo Qinglin in order to tease him, but now they have become a self-harming aphrodisiac that disturbs people's hearts.
Jiang Yanyu let out a long sigh, whispered into Luo Qinglin's ear, and soothed him gently, "Be good, let's just play a countdown game, okay?"
"Okay! Hurry up, start now!" Luo Qinglin urged, almost screaming.
Jiang Yanyu knew that Shen Yin was using a mixture of medicines that contained too many illegal drugs, and that he could only be treated by going to the hospital to have blood drawn and intravenous drips.
Jiang Yanyu also knew that games would not help, but he still put noise-canceling headphones on Canary and played "Moonlight" amid the sound of propeller wind.
Canary's tears slid down from a height, fell onto the back of her hand, soaking the skin, and then were wiped away. The low hum was almost inaudible amid the high-speed rotation of the propeller. Only Jiang Yanyu, who was also wearing headphones, could hear every high-pitched modulation.
"Moonlight" was played many times, and the game ended and started again.
As expected, Luo Qinglin not only did not get better, but became more agitated. He began to talk nonsense in a hoarse voice and his limbs twisted restlessly.
In the chaos, Luo Qinglin grabbed Jiang Yanyu's hand and was unwilling to let go, just pulling her towards Mitao.
Luo Qinglin mumbled a few words weakly, but the sound of the spiral wind was too loud and Jiang Yanyu couldn't hear clearly even with the headphones on.
But just by looking at his lip movements, Jiang Yanyu knew what he was saying.
——More.
——I am yours, please love me.
—Fuck me, brother, fuck me now.
Luo Qinglin's eyes were filled with tears, he couldn't focus at all, his mind was in a scattered state, and he couldn't hear anything he said.
"Luo Qinglin, look at me," Jiang Yanyu patted Luo Qinglin's face and made a "2" in front of him, "What is this? If you answer correctly, I will hug you."
As long as Luo Qinglin answers 2, and as long as he can still remember it after he wakes up, Jiang Yanyu will compromise.
But Luo Qinglin did not answer, but just repeated his wishes to himself, trying to lure him into compromise by showing weakness and tears.
"What's the number?" Jiang Yanyu pinched Luo Qinglin's face and raised his voice to ask, "Luo Qinglin, what's the number?"
Being restrained, Luo Qinglin shook his head violently and cried softly in collapse, "Fuck... me... Fuck me, please, brother, wuwuwu."
Uncontrolled displeasure takes over, followed closely by desire.
Jiang Yanyu was silent for a moment, took a long breath, suppressed the urge to compromise, and kissed Luo Qinglin lightly on the lips.
"Be good, you'll be fine once you get to the hospital," Jiang Yanyu soothed her gently, "You have a fever, it's normal to feel uncomfortable. I'll ask the driver to drive faster and we'll get to the hospital soon."
He placed his hand on the peach and patted it gently, but it didn't work, so he had to switch to a hard slap.
As if he was receiving a familiar punishment, Luo Qinglin's emotions stabilized a lot. He stopped making a fuss and just pursed his lips and cried silently, his shoulders shaking with the punishment.
"When you wake up, I can do whatever you want." Jiang Yanyu kissed the eyes that were filled with desire and kissed away the tears. "Don't be afraid, baby. I promise it will be fine soon."
Whenever tears fell, they were kissed away by Jiang Yanyu. He kissed until his eyes were dry and he could not cry anymore. Luo Qinglin's sobs also subsided a lot.
Jiang Yanyu pushed Luo Qinglin's hair back and kissed his smooth white forehead. "Baby is great. When we go to the hospital, I will arrange a lot of rewards for you. You can have whatever you want, okay?"
I thought there would be no response, as Jiang Yanyu was just talking to himself.
But Luo Qinglin's voice was hoarse, and he seemed to have regained consciousness and asked: "Really? Anything is fine?"
"Well, anything is fine." Jiang Yanyu promised gently.
"I want a kiss."
Jiang Yanyu kissed Luo Qinglin on the face as he was told.
"I want a hug."
Jiang Yanyu opened his arms as he was told and hugged Luo Qinglin tightly.
"Fuck me."
Jiang Yanyu couldn't help but chuckle, and refused in a serious tone: "No."
It was useless to play tricks. Luo Qinglin snorted in dissatisfaction and said angrily: "You are a big liar!"
“Well, I’m a big liar, a liar who will always love Luo Qinglin.”
"I hate you!" "You obviously love me very much."
"I hate you now!" "You're lying. You love me now, too."
......
Amid the bickering, the helicopter crossed the vast ocean and finally flew to the roof of the nearest hospital in a tense yet peaceful atmosphere.
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Jiang Yanyu: I am a law-abiding pervert (lighting a cigarette)
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