It was a bit stuffy inside the car, so Fan Yang opened the window. They were almost in the suburbs, and the air in the countryside was fresher; at least there was no more of that suffocating stench.
He pulled out a flattened cigarette pack from his pocket—his last two cigarettes. He hoped to find cigarettes in that godforsaken place of prison; these things were practically lifesavers.
He tossed one of the cigarettes to Qi Zhen, who caught it but didn't smoke it; instead, he tucked it behind his ear.
Fan Yang chuckled, lit his last cigarette with a lighter, took a deep drag, turned his head, and blew the smoke into Yi Mu's face.
Yi Mu, who had been pretending to sleep with his eyes closed, opened them. His beautiful eyes, black with a hint of misty blue, stared at him without saying a word, but there was a clear "you're fucking asking for a beating" vibe in them.
It's a miracle that Yi Mu, who has a bad temper, tolerated Fan Yang all the way.
Fan Yang wanted to see him angry; he knew how to provoke Yi Mu to the greatest extent possible.
"I've heard that in prisons, men who have been locked up for a long time start to see their fellow inmates as handsome. Men have sex with men, all sorts of dirty things happen there. You've been in there for so many years, you must have seen a lot of this, maybe even experienced it firsthand..."
Deng Zhi couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "Fan Yang, you've gone too far!"
Fan Yang said with a grin, "I'm just curious. Besides, everyone knows about this. Tell me what happened."
Yi Mu spoke softly, his heterochromatic pupils looking somewhat frightening, but his voice was gentle: "If I were you, I wouldn't slip up at this sensitive time."
There are disagreements within the team regarding the possibility of moving to the Major Leagues.
Some people felt that they should go, because once they went there they would no longer have to live in fear and could usher in a new spring.
Some people felt it was safer to stay where they were, since no one knew how dangerous the journey might be.
At this critical juncture where a single move could have far-reaching consequences, Fan Yang's meddling is either foolish or malicious.
Fan Yang was aware of this, of course, but he didn't care about those people's lives or deaths.
Ultimately, most of the people on that bus were useless.
They were abandoned by the new rules at the very beginning of the apocalypse.
If they hadn't encountered the convoy, they would have been zombie food long ago.
It was Deng Zhi's kindness that led her to take them in.
But Fan Yang wasn't exactly a kind person; he didn't care whether they lived or died.
He only knew that he was unhappy and needed to vent his anger on Yi Mu.
Fan Yang looked at Yi Mu provocatively, a smirk playing on his lips: "These are all our own people. Tell us, were you played by those men? Did they pin you down on the bed and you couldn't resist at all... Hmm!!"
Suddenly, Yi Mu stood up, grabbed Fan Yang by the neck, and slammed him hard against the car wall.
Fan Yang was caught off guard by his sudden attack. Had he been prepared, Yi Mu would never have been able to harm him.
But now, he was being choked and pressed against the car wall, unable to move.
Yi Mu's face was less than five centimeters away from him, so close that Fan Yang could see a tiny red mole under the corner of his left eye.
She is alluring yet not wicked, possessing a natural and captivating charm.
Fan Yang looked into his eyes, thinking of the methods used by those disobedient people in his hypnosis team, and quickly closed his eyes, but it was too late.
He was being controlled by an unknown force, and his eyes widened.
Yi Mu's voice was soft, almost like the tender whispers between lovers.
"Open your mouth."
Fan Yang couldn't control himself and obediently opened his mouth.
Yi Mu took the cigarette from his hand, placed the scarlet cigarette butt on his soft, delicate tongue, and crushed it fiercely.
That devilishly handsome face slowly revealed a smile, as beautiful as a night-blooming cereus in full bloom.
For a moment, Fan Yang forgot his pain, only feeling a faint fragrance in his nostrils that made him dizzy.
Yi Mu shoved the crumpled cigarette butt down Fan Yang's throat, then pulled his finger out of his mouth and wiped it on his clothes.
Then he patted his cheek and laughed, "Swallow it."
With a "gulp," Fan Yang swallowed it down. His throat was completely blocked by the tobacco, and he couldn't do anything more. His face turned red from holding it in.
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