Chapter 33
The boy's kiss was soft, warm, and awkward, and he seemed overly cautious in order to avoid offending anyone.
With enough oxygen, Qiao You destroyed everything in the basement in an instant.
He should obviously let go of the boy at this point, but he felt his brain was still buzzing and even his soul was trembling.
His reason reminded him coldly and calmly that he should not go on, and that he should immediately take Lan Yexing away from this dangerous place that was about to be completely reduced to ashes.
Something even more terrifying surging from the depths of his heart now completely dominated him.
The blond young man stretched out his big hand and placed it on the back of the boy's fragile white neck, and with full force, he pressed the boy hard into his arms.
He quickly took the initiative and completely penetrated the boy's soft and sweet mouth, almost cruelly plundering every inch of oxygen in it.
The emerald eyes were as dark as rolling clouds, with red spots flashing in them that looked like an illusion that Lan Yexing could not understand but was instinctively afraid of.
"Hmm..."
Lan Yexing opened his eyes wide, his body almost suffocated due to oxygen deprivation, his pupils slightly out of focus, his throat made a pitiful whimper, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists and instinctively pushed against the young man's broad and powerful chest, but because it aroused the other party's possessiveness, he was treated more forcefully and cherished...
The horrifying sounds of burning and collapsing were getting closer and closer, but Qiao You didn't care. He looked at the young man in his arms with a terrifying and frightening look, as if he wanted to completely carve the other person into his bones, blood, and soul.
Seeing the crystal clear and fragile tears oozing from the corners of the boy's eyes, he slowly raised his other hand with bulging veins and withdrew from the first space. The photo frame on the ground automatically returned to his hand. The broken glass pierced his palm and the blood gathered into a stream and rolled to the ground, but Qiao You didn't care at all.
After withdrawing from the second space, the underground space that had begun to emit thick smoke was completely distorted for a moment. The young man hugged Lan Yexing tightly and easily stepped out of the dangerous fire scene and stepped into Lan Yexing's home next door.
Silence and darkness suddenly descended. Qiao You held the boy's wrists possessively with one hand, pressed him against the wall, and continued the kiss...
Lan Yexing's brain was buzzing due to lack of oxygen, his body was numb, his consciousness was confused, and the tip of his nose was filled with the overwhelming smell of lime, mixed with the smell of blood and dust, making him feel dizzy as if he was drunk...
He had the illusion that he was about to drown here without knowing what was happening...
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It was unknown how long it was before Qiao You let him go.
He put his lips to the boy's cute ear, which had become hot at this moment, and said in a low, hoarse and dangerous voice with malicious intentions: "Junior, when you kiss, you need to breathe..."
At this time, Lan Yexing was leaning against the wall to support his limp body. As soon as he was released, he leaned forward slightly and breathed in big gulps of air.
Hearing this, his eyes suddenly widened and he finally came to his senses.
He immediately pushed the tall young man away with force, then stretched out his hand - with a "pop", a clear sound was heard in the dark and silent space.
Qiao You's face tilted away after being slapped in the face. In the darkness, he laughed dangerously and joyfully, his eyes were surprisingly bright. He licked the red, swollen and painful area that was hit by the boy through the inner wall of his mouth, and an even more dangerous and frightening smile appeared on his face.
Lan Yexing still stood against the wall, head lowered slightly, voice slightly hoarse: "...You are such a bastard."
Qiao You looked at him deeply in the darkness: "You went to the most dangerous place in person to save such a bastard."
Qiao You tilted his head and smiled almost morbidly: "Do you regret it, Xiaoxing?"
Lan Yexing bit his burning lips and almost laughed out of anger. He turned around and was about to walk out of the villa - he had to go to the pet hospital to pick up grandpa and the two little ones.
Besides, he really needed to find a place to calm down now, otherwise it would be really hard not to guarantee that he wouldn't slap this guy hard a few more times.
Just after taking a step, the smell of blood became stronger, and the continuous "dripping" sound of liquid suddenly rang clearly in this silent space.
Lan Yexing's pupils shrank, and he could no longer take the next step.
He immediately thought of something and reached out to press the switch on the wall to turn on the light in the living room. In the blinding light, he took a deep breath and slowly turned around:
A tall and handsome blond young man was standing in front of him, smiling and staring at him with extreme paranoia. One of his cheeks was a little swollen from the slap just now, and his white shirt was covered with black dust from having been in the fire scene. There was a frightening dark emotion rolling in his green eyes.
His long and strong arms hung down below his body, and in his right hand with distinct bones he held a picture frame with shattered glass. Blood was gushing out from between his fingers, dripping onto the ground, quickly leaving a bloody stain on the floor.
Lan Yexing's breathing stagnated and his face suddenly turned cold.
He strode forward and tried to snatch the photo frame in his hand. The young man was clearly holding it very tightly, but when Lan Yexing leaned over to hold the edge of the photo frame, he silently stretched out his thumb and directly pinched off a layer of glass shards that was about to touch Lan Yexing's finger, and then let go.
Lan Yexing did not notice this detail. He just put the photo frame aside, then carefully held up the young man's hand and frowned:
The broad palm was a bloody mess, with countless tiny pieces of glass piercing into the flesh, causing blood to flow out.
However, Qiao You seemed not to feel any pain. He just stood there with his eyes lowered and smiled, staring at the boy with a morbid concentration.
Lan Yexing didn't even look at his face.
He just pursed his lips, silently took the blond young man's wrist and walked towards the bedroom. Qiao You raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, and followed him obediently, like a dragon that had put away all its hostility and conspiracy and pretended to be pure and harmless.
However, he totally ignored the fact that the moment Lan Yexing turned around, he implicitly broke all the glass on the photo frame and then pulled it out fiercely and stabbed it into his already injured palm.
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In the second bedroom, the blond young man was sitting on the bed just like he did when he first came to this villa.
Lan Yexing stood in front of him with a frown on his face. He took the sterilized tweezers and patiently and carefully picked up the tiny pieces of glass from the other's bloody palm and dropped them into the tray.
Then, she gently and skillfully disinfected, applied medicine, and bandaged the other person's hand. Her slender fingers trembled as they accidentally slid across the old knife wound on the palm, and then she made her movements even lighter.
After all the procedures were completed, Lan Yexing turned around silently to clean up the mess.
Qiao You held up his perfectly bandaged hand to the light. He moved his fingers and looked thoughtfully at the bandages on his hand that had just been wrapped and were beginning to bleed. His expression was as indifferent as if he was looking at an unimportant toy.
After appreciating enough, he looked at Lan Yexing's back again and said with a smile: "Are you still angry with me, junior brother?"
Lan Yexing paused with his back to him. He lowered his head and sighed softly, revealing a fair and fragile neck. He said seriously: "I went to save you. I kissed you to give you oxygen. I didn't mean to offend you."
Therefore, Qiao You could not use that method to retaliate and bully someone who tried desperately to save him.
As he said this, he turned around and looked at the blond young man stubbornly and bluntly: "So, senior should apologize to me now."
After a pause, he looked away and said softly: "Apologize, and I will forgive you."
Qiao You stared at the boy's stubborn and beautiful profile and his cute earlobes that were still pink with his green eyes. His smile deepened and his voice became low and hoarse: "What if I don't apologize?"
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