Chapter 137 No Man's Land: Boiling a Frog in Slow Water.
What's the room password?
"****"
Jiang Yang replied to the message with great effort that morning, before he was fully awake.
In his hazy state, he suddenly heard a soft click from the door lock, and a tall figure approached him with steady steps. He vaguely thought he had woken up again.
The truth is, only a minute later, when Ji Yang asked for the password, they were already waiting outside the door.
Ji Yang seemed to be covered in the frost and snow of the wilderness, and his body felt cool and refreshing as he leaned closer.
It was cool and refreshing as it seeped into the blankets that had been pulled up at the foot of the bed.
Jiang Yang was like a piece of warm jade suddenly immersed in a mountain spring, trembling uncontrollably, while Ji Yang was like a snow leopard that had found a heat source, sprawling out and sinking into this beautiful jade that felt warm to the touch.
"Why are you here so early?"
Jiang Yang became a little more awake, and through the thin blanket, she gently rubbed the fluffy head with her fingertips.
Ji Yang's voice was muffled and unclear under the covers: "I have to go to the repair department this afternoon, and Mou Guang has a meeting tonight."
"Then why don't we rest a little longer? I'm feeling... ouch~"
Jiang Yang gasped as someone suddenly grabbed the soft flesh on her side with their teeth and bit it without any regard for its weight.
"Don't bite..."
He let out a low groan, feeling both pain and numbness in the skin that had been rubbed.
Ji Yang nudged the red spot on his nose with the tip of his nose, looking fierce: "If you say that again, I'll bite you again."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Yang's curves slowly rose from under the covers. Ji Yang stepped off his shoes, bent down, and got into bed. His cool lips traveled up to his neck.
Jiang Yang's legs were so stiff from being nibbled that her ankles dangled off the edge of the bed, barely touching the ground with her toes.
He gave the man a couple of light shoves on the shoulder: "Go take a shower first..."
Ji Yang peeked out from under the covers, burying her face in the crook of his neck, breathing softly, "Yangyang... are you inviting me...?"
?
invite?
Jiang Yang paused for half a second before reacting. He pressed his thumb against Ji Yang's chin and, with a little force, lifted Ji Yang's head to look at him: "Awake?"
No wonder she was so clingy the moment she walked in; there wasn't a trace of the way she used to blush and bewilderedly press down on his wrist when she was twenty.
"Yes, because I'm sick."
The only thing that remains unchanged is my deep-seated affection for Jiang Yang.
Jiang Yang moved his fingertips down and pressed against the man's Adam's apple, lowering his voice: "Shall we shower together?"
This is the invitation.
...The warm steam in the bathroom enveloped the two of them in a hazy glow.
Jiang Yang nestled in Ji Yang's arms, her forehead pressed against his shoulder, her back taut, like a tender bud curled up by the wind.
"Yangyang, relax."
Ji Yang's gaze followed the water droplets seeping from the ends of Jiang Yang's hair. The glistening droplets trailed down the back of his neck, stopping just short of his shoulder blade before disappearing, leaving his throat and tongue feeling dry as well.
The lathered shower gel foam is as fluffy as a newly blooming white rose, with the rosebud just cracking open to reveal the soft, downy petals inside, so soft you could squeeze honey out of it.
Jiang Yang's originally light breathing suddenly changed tone. He tilted his head back, and water droplets from his hair trembled and splashed out. The remaining trembling softness made the flickering warm light in Ji Yang's pupils in his eyes become unclear.
Ji Yang feigned a meek and submissive demeanor, asking knowingly, "Did I hurt you?"
Jiang Yang tiptoed, trying to avoid the force that made his heart race, but a large hand pressed down on his lower back without warning.
ha...
A faint, escaping sound caught in his throat. He pressed his lips tightly together, refusing to open his mouth again, but the panic and sensitivity that his body betrayed caused tears to well up in his eyes.
Ji Yang stared at the reddened corners of his eyes, his voice hoarse: "It sounds very nice."
"It's...it's okay now...Ji Yang..."
What can? What can be?
The light in Ji Yang's eyes deepened: "Call me."
Jiang Yang lowered her eyes meekly: "Husband..."
It sounds nice.
So he coaxed her, "Say 'Yangyang' a couple more times..."
"husband,"
He spoke each word slowly and deliberately, with utmost seriousness and deep emotion.
The water from the overhead shower suddenly washed away the dense foam, and the warm water rinsed it all off.
...
Ji Yang really didn't expect that someone could be like this, becoming so spoiled and whiny after just a couple of gentle touches.
In a daze, he felt like a little frog, and Jiang Yang was like a pool of warm water.
Boiling a frog in lukewarm water.
But occasionally the warm water will quietly warm up, lazily lying on the pillow, like a kitten stretching after just waking up.
The gentle, warm touch drew the little frog all the way from the cat's neck to its tail, the tip of the tail brushing against his palm before slipping away, leaving the kitten feeling so comfortable that it arched its head higher and higher.
He loved kittens, especially this lazy and adorable one under his care. He couldn't help but stroke its soft ear tips with his fingertips, and the kitten let out a low whimper, like a spoiled child or a sign of indulgence.
"Yangyang, I ordered lunch for you. Remember to pick it up at the door later."
Jiang Yang's pupils were still somewhat unfocused, and it took her a while to focus on the man who was already dressed: "Are you leaving?"
"Okay, let's go to the repair shop."
Jiang Yang shrank further under the covers: "When are you coming back?"
"I don't know," Ji Yang's gaze lingered on his face for a few seconds: "You should rest a little longer."
"All right."
Jiang Yang lowered her voice, watching Ji Yang turn and walk towards the door, as if she had no regrets.
The door closed gently, and the room fell silent instantly. He shrank deeper into the blankets and sighed helplessly.
Well... it's my first time... it's normal not to know much about it...
asshole!
...
To 007's surprise, 008 was also at the bug fix site.
Of course, 008 here refers to Yuejiang.
The two occupied a corner of the room, and the deathly silence made Deyue, who arrived late, step into this subtle atmosphere.
Deyue blinked, sat at her desk, and rested her slender fingers on her chin, gossiping, "Didn't you two just come out of the trial together and have a falling out?"
008 leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, not even lifting his eyelids when he heard this, and said succinctly, "No."
"I reported the violation, why hasn't anyone taken it into account?"
007 turned and slumped heavily into the sofa, resting his calves on the coffee table, casually changing the subject.
The playful expression on Deyue's face faded, and she said seriously, "The Tower's oversight of the trials themselves is weakening."
"Taking advantage of the lowered guard, I modified some permissions."
Her gaze swept back and forth between 007 and 008: "I guess you two already have memories of your time as players."
These words acted like a switch, and 007 slowly abandoned his nonchalant attitude, straightened up from the sofa, and his eyes sharpened.
Deyue continued, "The reason it wasn't accepted is because I was the one who pushed Yuejiang to obtain the authority, so there's no point in dealing with the violation."
“You did a good job in the end, thinking of keeping the judge outside.”
Before Deyue could finish praising him, she dropped a bombshell: "But there's something I have to tell you: the bug fix department has two more judges."
"What?!" 008's indifferent expression cracked instantly.
007 frowned deeply and pressed, "What happened?"
"To be precise, one of you came back with you, and the other came back from Blackrock City."
007's heart sank: "Who?"
Deyue parted her red lips slightly and uttered a name that Ji Yang was not unfamiliar with: "Mr. V".
007 took a deep breath and asked the most crucial question: "How significant is the impact?"
Deyue suddenly smiled, a smile radiating an air of effortless confidence and complete control. She elegantly adjusted her cuffs, her tone casual yet powerful: "I'm at the bug fixing center; I won't let them cause any trouble."
"But that's not the point."
"I've called you here because of the upcoming auction."
"This time, the rules of the auction have completely changed."
However, the person whom Deyue believed had changed the rules was now lying on the bed in pain and helplessness.
Wu Yibai walked through the quiet study and stopped at the half-open bedroom door. In the light and shadow leaking through the crack in the door, the undulating outline of the tower looked like a dying fish.
"ah..."
Ta sucked on his fingertip, water trickling from the corner of his mouth, staining the sheets beneath him with dark, damp patches. His eyes were vacant as he stared at the ceiling, uttering a plea unlike any he ever made: "Not enough...not enough..."
Without hesitation, Wu Yibai knocked on the door. The abrupt sound crashed into the room, causing Ta to convulse and collapse.
He pulled his hand away, propped himself up on the bed sheet, and sat up. His loose white shirt hung loosely on his shoulders, revealing an unnatural red stain on his collarbone.
Her gaze unexpectedly met Wu Yibai, who was still standing by the door, and her pent-up frustration exploded instantly: "Get out!"
"You should take your medicine."
Wu Yibai spoke in a calm tone, as if stating official business, and walked to the bedside, opening his palm to hand over the blue pills.
Ta sat on the edge of the bed, expressionless, and took the water glass that Wu Yibai offered, then tilted his head back and swallowed it dry.
A bitter taste spread across his tongue, and the surging heat within him gradually subsided. He glanced at Wu Yibai's expression and slapped him across the face.
"Keep your eyes to yourself, or I won't hesitate to gouge them out."
Wu Yibai lowered his eyes, concealing the heartache in them, and bent down to pick up the scattered clothes on the ground, helping Ta put them on one by one.
After getting dressed, Wu Yibai straightened up, his tone still calm: "I'll wait for you outside. There are some things you need to decide."
Ta stared at his departing figure, his gloom undiminished, like an unyielding fog.
He once thought Un Entertainment was his starting point, he thought he was Cain, but after awakening with the help of the Judgment card, the hidden memories deep in his soul were also awakened.
Out of control, filthy.
It's disgusting.
But what did he do wrong...? These people all deserve to die...
...
On the other hand, Ji Yang left the bug fixing site and immediately convened an internal meeting of Mouguang.
The meeting was still focused on the auction that Deyue had mentioned, but the group discussed it from evening until 3 a.m. without reaching a conclusion.
One member couldn't take it anymore and secretly sent a message to Ji Yang on the panel.
It was the same person Ji Yang specifically consulted, named Zhuoran.
Zhuoran risked his life: "Boss, didn't you go see your partner today?"
Ji Yang replied with a simple "?".
When personal matters were brought up in a business setting, he looked up and gave them a cold, sharp look.
Zhuoran, still unwilling to give up, asked, "Boss, you wouldn't just leave him after you're done, would you?"
Upon hearing this, Ji Yang closed the control panel and said veiledly, "Anyone who doesn't want to attend the meeting can leave now."
"Boss, it's not that I don't want to have a meeting."
Zhuoran tapped the panel, and honestly, he didn't mean to avoid the meeting; he was just trying to be helpful by reminding him, "It's your first time, after all. It would be really scummy of you to just finish and run away."
"What happens afterward is also crucial; otherwise, how can we look forward to the next time?"
"You have to be patient when cleaning people up, and give them lots of hugs and comforting. You can't just leave like that."
He was so busy after the trial that Ji Yang hadn't thought of this for a moment. Now that Zhuo Ran had suddenly brought it up, and remembering Jiang Yang's almost dependent look before he left that morning, he suddenly felt a little flustered.
He opened the chat window and quickly sent Jiang Yang a message: "Yangyang, have you eaten?"
No, it's already three o'clock, they're probably asleep.
But Zhuoran's words made sense, and the more he thought about it, the more agitated he became. He simply slammed his hand on the table and announced, "Meeting adjourned!"
Everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon.
Zhuoran smiled, secretly thinking: My wife just got out of court, I can go back and hug her now~
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