Chapter 78: Molten Chocolate (Edited) No matter how much I play, it’s never enough…
At this moment, looking at the wonderfully distorted expression on Feng Lang's face, Kuang Jing lowered his eyelashes imperceptibly. His long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, just enough to cover up the fleeting smile.
Not far away, various forces emerging from the interior of the White Tower were approaching the two of them at the fastest speed, with pairs of greedy eyes staring at this place, like vultures smelling the scent of a rotting corpse.
In response, the sentry remained calm and said:
"I'm sorry for getting you hurt. For subsequent missions, the White Tower may replace you with a more suitable sentinel—"
"Huh...switch?"
Hearing this, Feng Langxi's thin chest heaved violently twice, and he interrupted Kuang Jing's words as if waking up from a dream.
"You really have wild ideas..."
The guide's pale face was covered in fine cold sweat because of the pain, but he suddenly raised his hand in the uncontrollable trembling and grabbed the soft white hair.
"Listen—" His cold fingertips dug deep into Kuang Jing's hair, forcing him to lower his head and look at him. Feng Lang's voice was hoarse as he emphasized each word:
"No one can take my things... not even the White Tower, high above."
Surprisingly, Kuang Jing, who always responded to soft tactics rather than hard ones, was surprisingly insensitive this time. Instead of fighting back, he bent down submissively.
The man's warm breath gently brushed across Feng Langxi's cold, hard, and gray cheek, bringing a hint of fresh warmth.
The moment their eyes met, Feng Langxi saw his own perverse and twisted figure clearly reflected in those calm golden eyes - compared with the calm and self-possessed sentinel, he looked like a pathetic, hysterical madman. This realization made his heart beat uncontrollably.
However, Feng Langxi was still unwilling to give in.
"Kuang Jing..." He struggled to raise his head, his Adam's apple rolling with difficulty. He forced his eyelids, which were about to close, to whisper a sinister threat, "I advise you to forget all the dog whistle instructions that Bai Ta instilled in you. Stay by my side obediently. Otherwise... you know how crazy I am."
As his consciousness gradually blurred, Feng Langxi's voice became weaker and weaker, but he still stubbornly repeated his whispers:
"If you dare to leave your post without permission, when I wake up, I will... I..."
Before he could finish his words, the guide, who was already at the end of his strength, finally couldn't hold on any longer and fainted with a plop.
But that bony hand still hung on Kuang Jing's neck unwillingly, like a silent threat, and also like a pitiful request for a promise.
The stars above were dim in the clouds, the wet mud was silently swallowing up the sticky pool of blood, and in the night wind, a strange and hazy fragrance was woven into a dense web, quietly wrapping up the sentry.
Amid the drum-like heartbeat, Kuang Jing was silent for a moment, and finally slowly uttered a word, like a helpless sigh.
He said, "Okay."
…
Three days later.
White Tower, silent room.
Feng Langxi frowned the moment he regained consciousness, his face full of irritation from being disturbed.
The white noise systems embedded in the walls were making irregular ticking sounds, seemingly a poor imitation of falling rain, but it only reminded him of the sound of blood splattering everywhere.
After enduring for a moment, the guide suddenly opened his eyes and heard the sound of his back teeth grinding.
The deliberately created sense of quietness in the room not only failed to soothe his tense nerves, but made his already sore temples throb even more violently. An inexplicable anger kept growing in Feng Langxi's heart.
As the saying goes, "the first time is new, the second time is familiar" - this is his third time "visiting" the silent room, and now he just thinks the ceiling here is ugly and disgusting.
So annoying...
Looking at the disgusting, twisting and wriggling patterns above his head, Feng Langxi thought gloomily: As expected, it would be better if this world were destroyed quickly -
"morning."
At this moment, a familiar voice awakened Feng Langxi's mind which was trapped in chaos.
Before he could react, a warm hand firmly supported his body and easily lifted him up from the quilt.
Feng Langxi tilted his head to look, and subconsciously slowed down his breathing:
The bright morning light shone gently onto the sentry through the glass window, making his chiseled outline appear unusually soft.
Kuang Jing stood against the sun, a few strands of white hair flowing naturally down the side of his neck, appearing almost transparent in the sunlight. A tight black tank top outlined the delicate lines beneath him, his muscular body rising and falling slightly in the shadows with his breathing. His warm brown skin, tanned by the sun, took on an amber sheen.
At this moment, he looked like a piece of melting chocolate.
“…”
Feng Langxi's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously as he watched this scene. He could clearly feel the burning warmth of the other man's palm seeping through the fabric into his skin. The rough lines formed by the sentry's years of gripping a gun made his spine tingle...
Under the guide's gaze, Kuang Jing's face remained calm.
He lowered his eyelashes and patiently and carefully adjusted the cushion behind Feng Lang's body after he washed it, and then handed him a cup of water at the right temperature.
"Drink some water." The sentry's calm voice suddenly broke the strange silence in the room. After saying that, he took the initiative to pass the cup forward.
The cool touch of the glass against his lips startled Feng Langxi slightly. Unbeknownst to him, he subconsciously pursed his dry lips. Several tiny cracks suddenly appeared on his skin like red lines, and soon bright red blood beads oozed out.
The familiar sweet and fishy taste spread quickly between his lips and teeth, which made Feng Langxi instinctively curl up a smile. He said:
"OK."
Then the guide slowly opened his lips, and under the other person's gaze, he slowly put the cup between his teeth.
As she lowered her head to sip, Feng Langxi's long eyelashes cast a delicate silhouette on her paper-white cheeks, like a pair of fan-shaped shells. And those two shiny ochre-red eyes were hidden in the shadows, staring at Kuang Jing without blinking.
Seeing this, the sentry's expression seemed to freeze for two seconds, but he finally looked away silently, allowing the other party's slightly ambiguous move.
You indulge me so much...
Feng Langxi's eyes flashed, and the curve of his mouth became deeper. After swallowing a few mouthfuls casually, he began to caress the wall of the glass.
Those slightly cool fingers always rubbed the sentry's hot palms intentionally or unintentionally, and turned the water cup back and forth between the two people's overlapping palms like a toy, but they were always unwilling to take it completely. Every move was full of undisguised bad taste.
"Have you had enough fun?"
Faced with this cat-and-mouse game, Kuang Jing remained expressionless.
"not enough--"
Feng Langxi looked into his eyes and suddenly broke into a polite smile. He very deliberately squeezed his fingers one by one between the sentry's fingers, and then responded with a smile:
“No matter how much fun we have, it’s never enough…”
After saying that, he suddenly grabbed Kuang Jing's forearm and pulled him close enough that he could clearly see the texture of his skin.
Under the sunlight, Feng Langxi's translucent cheeks were flushing with a layer of excited blood color at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his ochre-red eyes were flashing with unbridled madness.
"Why don't we combine—" he suggested excitedly, breathing in and out, "right now."
Hearing this, Kuang Jing's pupils unconsciously contracted into a sharp slit. His heartbeat nearly stopped, but the self-control etched in his bones allowed the sentry to maintain a calm appearance.
Kuang Jing just silently held Feng Langxi's wrist, slowly pulled the glass from his fingers, and then placed it steadily on the bedside table.
"Why," his vocal cords vibrated slightly below his Adam's apple, his voice devoid of any personal emotion, "is this also part of the experiment?"
"Hmm... sort of?"
Feng Langxi pondered for a moment and responded rather casually.
He tilted his aching neck, and the wide collar of his shirt slid down gently as he tilted his head back, revealing his chest wrapped in a large bandage, with several flesh-pink wounds faintly visible under the gauze.
The small areas not covered by the cloth were also covered with layers of old wounds.
The crisscrossing traces were connected one after another, like the rough stitches left when sewing a rag doll, struggling to piece together this tattered and bloody body.
"You should have noticed—"
After noticing where Kuang Jing's gaze was fixed, Feng Langxi raised his eyebrows with a smile, and deliberately brushed his fingertips across a long scar.
"Directly devouring Tai Sui will only cause the spirit body to collapse due to the surge of energy, thus exploding the Sentinel's brain."
As his breathing rose and fell, those hideous protrusions were like white jade centipedes, wriggling faintly under his pale skin, with an indescribable morbid beauty.
"If my flesh and blood were added, combined with surgical removal of the redundant tissue, it would indeed be able to effectively curb mental distortion—but the cost would be the irreversible decline of some of the body's functions."
As he spoke, Feng Langxi suddenly released his grip on Kuang Jing and let himself fall headfirst into the soft, fluffy pillow. He tilted his head, revealing a pair of playful eyes between his messy hair. He looked at the silent sentry with a gaze that seemed to have substance.
"It seems that the dual combination of spirit and sex is indeed a new field worth exploring..."
Behind Kuang Jing, Tai Sui's pale hand bones had silently lifted the hem of his vest and were slowly reaching inside. Those cold knuckles gently brushed the sentry's skin at a delicate distance, successfully provoking a subtle shudder.
"How about it, Mr. Ouroboros—" Feng Langxi's voice suddenly became sticky, like honey dipped in poison, carrying a completely bewitching tone. "Are you interested in being the first to witness this miracle?"
"No, I refuse—"
Before he could finish his words, Kuang Jing suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Feng Langxi's ankle while he was making a mess.
The rough calluses on the sentry's palm rubbed heavily against the protruding bone at the end of his calf, causing a slight numbness and pain where the skin touched, which made Feng Langxi's eyes suddenly darken.
The moment their eyes met, Kuang Jing was the first to let go of his hand as if he had been burned.
He squeezed his eyes shut, his thick eyelashes casting a trembling shadow on his face. The sentry said in a hoarse voice:
"Yu Jingzi, come out..."
Following this cold call, a white snake as delicate as snow and jade swam out from the quilt in a dejected manner. It was only half an inch away from the place where Feng Lang had just washed his ankle.
Yu Jingzi first spat out his tongue innocently at his master, then he raised his head, bared his fangs, and hissed in a bluffing manner in the direction of Feng Langxi, his watery red eyes full of vigilance and desire.
However, except for Tai Sui, the other two people present now had no time to care about this tangled little snake.
At this moment, Kuang Jing's condition was obviously not right.
His eyes were tightly closed, with tiny drops of water condensing on his snow-white eyelashes. His scalding palms were already soaked with sweat, and a deep blush gradually rose to the surface of his skin, overpowering his complexion.
"Are you really going to reject me?"
Seeing this, Feng Langxi extended his calf again with great interest. He traced the sentry's trembling waistline with his toes in the air for a while, but stopped just before touching the skin.
"Your body...seems to be heating up."
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