Chapter 35
In the cold moonlight, the tall and handsome blond young man slowly came back to his senses, and calmly and indifferently looked down at the boy in his arms, with bewitching ripples appearing in his usually cold green eyes.
The dirty blood on one of his hands finally flowed back, so he unceremoniously wrapped that muscle-covered arm around Lan Yexing's waist, almost hurting his bones - he had given him a chance to escape, but he did not cherish it and ran headfirst into his arms like a trap.
This opportunity won't come again - probably.
So, he put on a beautiful smile that was both paranoid and morbid, and asked the other person almost cruelly: "Xiaoxing, why don't you let me leave? What's your position and reason?"
Lan Yexing put his nose against the young man's beating heart. He clutched the young man's collar even tighter. His mind was in a state of confusion except for the very clear thought of "not letting him go". He said in a muffled voice: "We are friends, aren't we?"
The smile on Qiao You's face was almost cruel: Now, how could he still allow Lan Yexing to treat him as a friend.
All kinds of scary and exciting bad thoughts were swirling in his mind. The blond young man's big hand on Lan Yexing's waist was ambiguously and possessively stroking the slightly raised spine line on the other's thin back through the clothes, all the way up to the beautiful butterfly bone. His thin lips almost brushed Lan Yexing's hot ear tips, and he whispered in the boy's ear like a devil: "I don't want to do this to my friends..."
Lan Yexing's breathing stagnated, and his body felt soft and numb as if he had been electrocuted. He subconsciously wanted to struggle - but the other party did not let him go like he did when they kissed. Instead, she hugged him tighter, making it impossible for him to break free.
His body became even more limp and numb. He stomped on the other person's foot angrily and said in a hoarse voice, "I told you not to tease me in this way again!"
Qiao You happily felt the strong force on his feet. He locked the boy in his arms even more possessively, lowered his head slightly and rested his chin on the boy's neck. He put his thin lips to the other's ear, which he could not avoid, and spoke in a low and hoarse voice as usual, but his tone was almost pious and sighing: "Xiaoxing, no."
How could he bear to tease him in this way?
Qiao You stretched out his other big hand and groped to cover Lan Yexing's fist that was pressing against his heart. He forcefully and forcibly pried open Lan Yexing's fingers one by one, allowing his soft and warm palm to cover his chest - underneath, was his beating heart.
The moment his palm was forced to feel the "thump thump" of that heart too clearly, Lan Yexing's eyes suddenly widened as if they were scalded.
All the struggles came to an abrupt end as if they had lost their strength.
He stood there in a daze, a blank and bewildered look on his face, his body unable to move as if he had lost control of consciousness: What is this?
And what does he mean by no teasing? What are all these over-the-border and ambiguous behaviors?
Qiao You lowered his eyes and looked at the boy in his arms. He forcefully inserted his fingers into the boy's fingers one by one, and pressed the boy's palm against his heart, forcing the boy not to escape his body temperature and heartbeat. There was a terrifyingly strong emotion in his half-closed green eyes. His voice was light and hoarse, as if he was acting coquettishly in a morbid and intimate way: "Xiaoxing, everything I did to you was bewitched by this place... I just honestly followed its drive... What's wrong with that?"
Qiao You looked at the boy in his arms in an overly gentle and morbid way: "Xiao Xing, do you want to see with your own eyes how it bewitches me..."
His big hand continued to cover Lan Yexing's hand, but at this time, his index and middle fingers were bent between the fingers of the other party, and then he used force mercilessly, sinking his fingers into his chest as if he was enjoying it - he was ready to pull out his beating heart and hand it to the boy's palm, just like a prisoner handing his own written testimony soaked in strong desires and something more chaotic and light outside of desire to the judge, forcing the other party to judge...
The fresh and strong smell of blood forcefully invaded Lan Yexing's nose, completely covering the previous smell of blood. He suddenly woke up, stretched out his other hand and grasped Qiao You's wrist, preventing those fingers from continuing to sink into the young man's chest. He looked at him with red eyes and almost anger, and said in a trembling voice: "What are you doing?!"
Lan Yexing kicked the young man's calf fiercely and ordered in a cold voice: "Stop!"
Qiao You raised his eyebrows, and obediently pulled out his fingers. The mental power that had been [withdrawn] flowed back, and the shocking blood holes on his chest instantly returned to normal.
However, a few drops of hot, bright red blood finally dripped onto the back of Lan Yexing's fair hand, scalding his hand and causing it to tremble.
Qiao You smiled, looked at Lan Yexing in his arms with wide eyes and still angry, and said with regret, "Don't you really want to see it with your own eyes?"
When it was pulled out, it would still be connected to the tissues and his body through those blood vessels, so it would pulse in the boy's palm.
Don't you really want to see it with your own eyes, how it thinks about you, how it longs for you, and how it has those horrible and despicable strong desires for you?
Lan Yexing was still locked in his arms, but she had completely given up struggling. His beautiful eyes glared at him angrily: "I'm not a pervert!"
How could he possibly want to see the other person hurting him in such a cruel way!
Qiao You finally released the arm that was restraining the boy and pushed him away a little. He tilted his head morbidly and looked at him, his smile deepening: "So, Xiaoxing, what do you think I am?"
What do you think is the person you are desperately trying to keep?
I have witnessed him pulling out people's hearts, and I have also seen him trying to pull out his own heart as if he was enjoying it. Could it be that I still hold on to the expectation that he is actually a normal person, not a monster?
In the moonlight, Lan Yexing stared blankly at the young man's green pupils that revealed the undisguised coldness, morbidity, and cruelty, and he felt a sudden pain in his heart.
After a while, he sighed softly, took a step forward and closed the distance that had just widened. He stretched out his warm and soft hand, and gently and cherishingly stroked the young man's slightly cold face. He looked directly into the beautiful eyes that looked like a monster at this moment, and answered the young man's question seriously and softly: "You are just Qiao You..."
Qiao You's emerald eyes were frighteningly bright, and he raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you afraid?"
Lan Yexing shook his head, afraid that the other party would not believe him. He took a deep breath, leaned over and hugged him again as if he had made up his mind. His voice was muffled: "...Don't be afraid."
"So, don't go..."
As he said this, his soft fingers gently covered the wound on the young man's chest, and he continued to ask himself: "Here, does it still hurt?"
Although the wound has disappeared and there is no more bleeding, but... the finger just now did not go as deep into the chest cavity...
Qiao You's pupils shrank. He could clearly hear his heart beating too fast in excitement. His ears were buzzing with the sound of his heartbeat and even his breathing was disordered for a moment.
After a while, the blond young man slowly raised his muscular arms and placed them around the boy's waist like shackles. He said in a terrifyingly low voice, "Junior, you just lost your last chance to escape."
Lan Yexing lowered her eyes in Qiao You's arms, the scent of lime mixed with blood still flowing into her nose, which was definitely not a pleasant smell. In this room, there was even an alpha body whose life or death was unknown - this place was no different from a terrible murder scene.
Lan Yexing once again clenched the man's collar with his fingers and buried his face in his broad and strong chest. His ears and the knuckles of his clenched fingers turned slightly red. When he felt his soul trembling, he closed his eyes and whispered, "I know."
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