Chapter 93 No Man's Land "Then I'll kiss somewhere else."...
"Are you full?"
Seeing Jiang Yang half-slumped in the chair, Ji Yang put down his chopsticks and turned his head to ask.
The young man patted his belly with a satisfied look and nodded. Then Ji Yang raised his hand and started turning the transparent glass turntable on the table. When the chicken soup came closer, he casually took the porcelain bowl in front of Jiang Yang and ladled out a small half bowl of chicken soup for him.
"Drink this, it'll make your stomach feel better."
"I can't drink anymore..." the young man said, while secretly peeking at people, trying to get away with it.
Although Ji Yang didn't speak, his meaning was clear. Seeing this, Jiang Yang pinched his nose, tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and poured the contents down his throat.
As the warm chicken soup entered his throat, Jiang Yang's features contorted in pain. Ji Yang couldn't help but jokingly ask, "Is it that bad?" But the next second, the young man covered his mouth and rushed to the bathroom.
Ji Yang hurriedly got up and followed behind him. He saw Jiang Yang in the bathroom, his hands pressed against the edge of the toilet bowl, hunched over and vomiting up everything he had eaten at noon. He patted Jiang Yang's back tenderly, completely surprised that a bowl of chicken soup could have such a strong reaction. He said with self-reproach, "It's my fault, it's my fault. I shouldn't have forced you to drink it."
After recovering from the nausea, Jiang Yang lowered the toilet seat, fumbled for the flush button, and explained to the person, "No, I just drank some chicken soup when I was staying at the sanatorium and it upset me a bit."
Of course, there are other reasons as well.
Jiang Yang walked back to the sink, took off his glasses, and washed up. He looked up and saw Ji Yang's dark eyes drooping with disappointment in the mirror. He wanted to comfort Ji Yang and say that he didn't blame him, but the words on his lips changed inexplicably.
"Ji Yang, the mouthwash here tastes like lemon."
"Oh? Is that so?"
Ji Yang didn't react for a moment. He looked up and his gaze met the faint smile in Jiang Yang's eyes in the mirror. When he realized the meaning behind the other's words, all that was left was the thin air compressed by tension.
Could he... have misheard... or misunderstood...?
As if confirming his suspicions, the young man turned around, placed his hands on the edge of the pool, and asked him earnestly, "Would you like to try some?"
An invitation made when they were both equally lucid caused a burst of dazzling fireworks to explode in Ji Yang's mind.
Ji Yang took a step forward, his hand pulling Jiang Yang closer by wrapping around her waist. His other hand rested on the back of Jiang Yang's soft, delicate neck, his thumb nimbly tracing and caressing her Adam's apple. He took a deep breath and said restrainedly, "Jiang Yang, three minutes isn't enough for today. You can still back out now."
Jiang Yang stepped onto the other person's shoes, their eyes level. As their breaths mingled, Jiang Yang blushed and said in a low, husky voice, "Give me a kiss, and I won't back out."
Hmm...
Without further hesitation, Ji Yang accepted Jiang Yang's proposal.
His tongue probed deeper into the lips and teeth, while his hands unconsciously followed the loose hem of the young man's clothes, reaching for his sensitive waist. The young man groaned as his fingertips sank into the soft flesh, further stimulating his desire to take more.
As the temperature rose, the young man's eyes gradually became glazed through the gaps in his eyelashes. He slowed down his strength and began to adjust his movements, sometimes deep and sometimes shallow. But this moment of relaxation gave the young man the opportunity to retreat and escape.
The young man, his back pressed against the pool, gasped for breath. Ji Yang, a smile playing on his lips, seized the opportunity to kiss the young man's pale neck. The young man weakly raised his arm to shield himself, his breath ragged, "Don't kiss here... there's a mark..."
"Then I'll kiss somewhere else."
Before Jiang Yang could respond, Ji Yang bent down and bit open the buttons on his clothes.
The trail of blossoms continued downwards, and Jiang Yang heard the sound of a zipper sliding down. A brief moment of clarity made him arch his back in protest, "No...not here...not either..."
The shivering he felt from being teased made even his toes curl up.
Jiang Yang hates Ji Yang!
Ji Yang looked exactly the same as when he first came in. On the contrary, his clothes were a mess, and two buttons had been bitten off, making it hard not to wonder what had happened.
"Are you a dog?!" Jiang Yang couldn't help but yell fiercely.
The woman's red-rimmed eyes made Ji Yang feel a little guilty. Knowing he had gone too far, he went along with her emotions and took the scolding. Just then, an untimely voice rang out from outside the door, "Sir, what happened? Do you need help?"
Jiang Yang glared at Ji Yang again. Ji Yang responded to the outside, then wrapped his arms around Jiang Yang from behind, resting his chin on Jiang Yang's shoulder and whispering, "I'm sorry." His nose twitched, and the scent of Jiang Yang filled the small space, making him feel exceptionally at ease.
So you'll dare to do it again next time.
Jiang Yang lowered his head and fiddled with Ji Yang's fingers, asking the same question Ji Yang had asked him on New Year's Eve, "What is our relationship now?"
Ji Yang tightened his grip on her arm, and, still fuming, asked inappropriately, "Then what is your relationship with Wu Yibai?"
"Ji Yang, are you jealous?"
"Well, if he's your ex-boyfriend, then what am I?"
"Would you be happier if I told you that nothing happened between him and me?"
Ji Yang's eyes lit up instantly, and Jiang Yang turned her head and gave him a light peck on the chin. "Go and bring my coat in, okay?"
A moment later, Jiang Yang, dressed impeccably, followed Ji Yang back to the hotel where the people lived in the tower. They entered a luxurious suite that was no different from Nan Ke's room, their eyes filled with admiration for the capitalists.
Then Ji Yang took out the prize he wanted to give Jiang Yang: a short, silver-black spear that was over a meter long.
The short spear twirled in Ji Yang's hand, its silver light shimmering on the black material as it moved. He casually tossed it to Jiang Yang, but before Jiang Yang could even admire it properly, he saw Ji Yang's long sword pierce straight into his face from two meters away.
Before Jiang Yang could react, the short spear flew out of his hand, blocking the longsword's attack first.
Jiang Yang clapped and cheered as her hair was ruffled by the sharpness of the cold weapon. Then, she turned to Ji Yang and changed the subject, saying, "However, this shouldn't be a prize from the Tower, right?"
The short spear and Ji Yang's long sword were exactly the same, unlike something that the tower would offer as a prize.
Ji Yang didn't offer an explanation, only saying, "Here, take it."
Jiang Yang put the short spear into the control panel, and Ji Yang turned around and fell onto the soft bed.
The sound was muffled under the covers, but Jiang Yang heard someone say, "I'm so tired," their voice filled with unconcealed exhaustion.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Yang sat down next to him, and Ji Yang took the opportunity to move his body and place his head on the other person's lap. The young man skillfully pressed the acupoint on his head, and he closed his eyes in enjoyment. After slowly exhaling a small breath, he said, "Something happened."
Jiang Yang paused, a gut feeling telling him that this matter was related to him.
Noticing Jiang Yang's absent-mindedness, Ji Yang opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the young man's thin chin. He asked, "Yangyang, what are you thinking about?"
"It's nothing," Jiang Yang said, abandoning her plan to tell Ji Yang.
Ji Yang raised his hand, hooking his fingers around Jiang Yang's neck and forcefully forcing him to lower his head.
With their gazes focused on each other, Jiang Yang pursed his lips into a straight line, raised his hand, and locked his tiger's mouth around Ji Yang's neck. He tightened his fingers and exerted force, while Ji Yang's veins bulged under his hand, but he did not back down. In the struggle, he forcefully squeezed his thumb between Ji Yang's teeth, and his fingertip and Ji Yang's warm tongue pulled back and forth, neither side giving an inch.
Finally, Ji Yang conceded defeat. "I'm not in the No Man's Land right now. Wherever you go, remember to keep the short spear with you. It will protect you."
"good."
...
Three days later, Jiang Yang appeared alone at the guild office set up by Mou Guang in the tower. He had come for an interview in secret.
After parting ways with Ji Yang that day, he sent a message to Mou Guang's forum. The message was not replied to until this morning. The other party did not ask any questions, but just sent his location. When he arrived, there were more than a dozen players like him who were there for the interview.
People kept walking into that office, and people kept coming out grumbling. Up until he went in, almost no one had been successfully interviewed.
"Take a look at this."
He had barely sat down when the man on the other side of the desk tossed him a stack of documents without even looking up. After flipping through them briefly, he concluded that they were completely useless.
Seeing that he didn't move, the man urged impatiently, "What are you standing there for? Fill it out!"
Arrogance stems either from exceptional personal strength or from powerful backers.
Jiang Yang tapped his fingers lightly on the table. The rhythmic tapping made him even calmer at this moment. Based on his observations outside the office, the insults covered all areas, even including the president of Mouguang, Ji Yang, but there was no such useless form to fill out.
The document the man was holding was the only one in his usual spot, meaning... "South Five?"
"What are you muttering? I don't understand," the man said impatiently.
Jiang Yang registered under the name Lu Ke, but he didn't mind being more direct: "I am Jiang Yang."
Upon being identified, the man, though dissatisfied, still lowered his head and said, "Master."
Even if you disagree, the Lord is still the Lord.
Nan Wu, whose given name was Li Sheng in Mou Guangyong.
"Has Mouguang run into any problems lately?" Jiang Yang asked.
Li Sheng was puzzled. "It's the same as before."
Therefore, Ji Yang's emotions should not be affected by this.
"How do I get assessed if I want to join Mouguang?" Jiang Yang continued to ask.
Li Sheng was even more puzzled. He and Nan Yi had already guessed the relationship between Jiang Yang and the president from Nan Ke's words. To be honest, there was no need for Jiang Yang to be tested.
Of course, Jiang Yang had his own plans.
He had a premonition that the upcoming trial would involve a major change, and he would need to go through another trial to be sure. However, he didn't have the opportunity to go through the trial now. The only person he could contact in the No Man's Land was Hoshino. After careful consideration, he decided to try his luck at Mouguang.
"The assessment is like going through a trial with me; if you pass smoothly, you'll be fine."
What were the contents of the trial?
"Most of them were the judgments that the chairman had previously bid on at auctions."
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