Chapter 32, Chapter 34: The Liar. "I thought back then..."
Vison was panting heavily, but his eyes were gradually turning red with excitement.
They clashed and intertwined like two wild beasts, the stench of blood spreading more intensely between their lips, yet they both felt an abnormal sense of satisfaction and excitement from within.
Ordinary blood exchanges can no longer satisfy the beast within them; now they desperately want to use blood exchanges to discover what is hidden in each other's beating hearts.
Or perhaps they simply want to vent the emotions they feel for the other person that are about to overflow.
The subsequent events naturally spiraled out of control.
Vison looked at the pair of eyes beneath him, now noticeably redder, half-open and half-closed, filled with desire as they gazed at him, and his thoughts momentarily drifted away.
Do other couples do this too? Just minutes ago they were arguing hysterically, but a few minutes later they're passionately kissing, entwined in the most intimate way in the world.
Fipos curled his hands up somewhat uncontrollably.
The next second, Vinson broke through, reached out and inserted his fingers tightly into the gap between the other's fingers, pressing them together and interlocking their fingers forcefully.
“Hold hands like this.” Vinson looked at Fipos with an ambiguous expression. Seeing that Fipos clearly hadn’t heard him, he placed his other hand on Fipos’s face, the cold touch cooling his burning cheeks. Vinson repeated, “Do you understand?”
"Um..."
“Good boy.” Vincent stroked his face and gave him a “reward.”
That's how it should be, Vison thought.
They can argue hysterically and let their emotions explode, but even if the emotions in their hearts don't dissipate after the argument, life still has to go on, right?
Therefore, hugging and kissing are only natural.
Vincent sank down, gathered up Phipps's long white hair that was floating on the water, and listened with satisfaction to Phipps's muffled groan.
He gently embraced Fipose, thinking that they would never be apart.
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The warm water flowed, washing away the messy liquids from my body.
Vincent lay in the bathtub, leaning against Fipos's incredibly tactile chest and abdominal muscles, enjoying Fipos's "cleaning service," letting out a satisfied sigh, so comfortable that his eyes were almost closed.
Feppos looked at him with a mixture of satisfaction and unease in his eyes, repeatedly hesitating to speak.
"explain."
"Visen, are you still angry?" At this moment, the Imperial General, known for his silver tongue in negotiations, lost all his skills and bluntly asked the question that concerned him most.
"Angry." Vison replied in his usual tone, completely unrelated to his expression.
Fipos's expression visibly became flustered: "Then..."
"I don't have the energy to argue with you right now." Vincent rinsed off the last of the soap suds, pushed away the hand that was still "massaging" Feppos, and walked straight out with his dripping hair.
Fipos grabbed the towel and quickly followed.
Vincent stood by the bed, manipulating the personal terminal, tapping his fingers as if replying to messages.
He had no intention of prying into Vison's privacy, but he was afraid that Vison would catch a cold and get sick. Regardless of anything else, Vison was a male insect—a male insect that he had heard of that could catch a serious cold with just a gust of wind.
After thinking for a while, Feppos went over and draped the towel over Vinson's body and hair.
And so, he inevitably saw the person Vison was texting.
The worm's image was a photograph of the worm itself, making it difficult for Fepox to ignore or forget it.
It's the female insect from the daytime.
Phibes continued to sink.
That insect was the beginning of their argument. The first memory I had of that insect was seeing him and Vincent playing around.
This caused Fipos to feel negative emotions whenever he thought of him.
Why did I specifically go out of my way to reply to his message? Is it that important?
He couldn't help but want to question Vison, and his hand unconsciously tightened around the towel, instantly giving the poor, smooth towel a wrinkled corner.
The faint scent of oranges that had been floating in the air suddenly became sharper.
Fipos despised himself for his current state, being irritable and easily angered.
He had clearly resolved to try to completely trust Vison when he shed tears, but as soon as things started to look promising, he couldn't control his suspicious feelings and his instinctive, strong possessiveness.
The moment the orange scent changed, it was detected by Vison, who was already very skilled at controlling pheromones.
He glanced at Feppos, who was trying hard to keep smiling, and said with a hint of helplessness, mercilessly exposing the mask of this female insect whose jealousy was so intense it seemed to blend into the scent of oranges: "He just wanted to thank me for helping him today."
He didn't want to start arguing again and not be able to sleep well.
“I…” Fipos didn’t expect Vison to explain to him, and in an instant, the emotions on his face were like a spilled palette.
He wanted to say that he had no doubts, or that he didn't need to explain to Vincent, but he couldn't resist his true feelings, nor could he resist the secret joy that welled up inside him after Vincent explained.
He eventually shut his mouth, looking at Vison as if hoping he would say something more.
A large dog staring longingly at its owner.
As Vison looked at Fipos, who was staring at him, this thought popped into his mind.
His hands itched to rub the incredibly soft, silvery-white hair. Fepos's still damp hair became a mess after he did that, but the insect didn't care at all. He even smiled at him with his "ruined" hair.
His smile was genuine, not the carefully crafted smiles of a mask, and even a little silly, but Vison found it exceptionally endearing.
Yes, cute.
“He’s still your fan,” Vison added, hoping to salvage Belka’s image in Fipos’s mind.
But clearly, this statement did not move Fips in the slightest.
Upon hearing this, Fei Bosi, who had been smiling, immediately drooped the corners of his mouth.
He did not lower his guard in the slightest because of those words.
On the contrary, he became even more tense, feeling that this was just an excuse for that shameless female insect to try and get close to Vison, and an excuse in his name at that.
This realization caused Feppos's face and mood to darken instantly.
He didn't say it outright, but his eyes betrayed him.
With a glance at him, Vison could roughly tell what he was thinking. He sat down helplessly on the edge of the bed and let Fipos silently dry his hair little by little.
“I have no fans.” After a long silence, Feppos finally spoke. “Be careful.”
"Um?"
Beware of scammers.
Vison turned around and looked at him with a "Are you serious?" look, only to see his serious expression.
"puff."
Vison couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He clearly wanted him to stay away from Belka, but when he spoke, he still feigned indifference.
This adorable contradiction between his true feelings and his words made Vincent laugh.
Having realized he had been seen through and ridiculed, Fipos stood quietly at the back again, continuing his hair-drying and combing work without saying a word, ignoring whatever Weisen said, taking the principle of "less talk, less mistakes" to the extreme.
After being dried and combed, his black hair appeared exceptionally soft, like fluffy black feathers, layer upon layer pressing down on Vinson's shoulders, making his skin appear even whiter.
As if he had won a major victory in a crucial battle, Phipps admired his "spoils of war" with satisfaction for a while.
Urged on by Vison, she dried and combed her hair in less than a tenth of the time.
Vison watched with great heartache as he handled his beautiful long hair with extremely rough technique.
"Come here." Vison beckoned him to sit down in front of him, took the comb he had just used to comb his hair, gently untied the ponytail he had just casually tied, and patiently and gently smoothed down his hair strand by strand.
Some cool fingers occasionally brushed against his scalp. Feibos felt as if his entire body was being controlled by Vincent's fingers, and he trembled with this brief, random, and distinct touch.
Vison was oblivious, carefully combing his silky white hair. His thoughts drifted back to a short time ago, and he asked, making Fei Pos feel as if he had returned to a few tens of minutes earlier, only this time their emotions were calm: "Did you sit there for a long time? What were you thinking about?"
"How can we go back to the time when it was just the two of us?" Fipos was unusually honest and frank, but since Vinson couldn't see his expression from his current angle, his eyes were filled with malice.
"Anything else?" Vincent chuckled softly. "Based on your own thoughts back then, what did you think of me?"
The implication is, what would you do if I really fell in love with another female insect?
He didn't say it explicitly, but they all knew it.
“I thought you must have been tricked,” Fipos said, the answer completely unexpected by Vincent.
"Um?"
“A naive young male insect can sometimes be deceived by a cunning female insect, so just get rid of that female insect.” Feppos said softly, his tone matter-of-fact, as if he wasn’t talking about killing an insect, but rather about how nice the weather was today.
Vison was stung by the murderous intent that was practically overflowing in his words and the burning possessiveness that made him shiver involuntarily.
“I was just kidding, sir.” Noticing his movement, Feppos turned his head, his expression gentle, and placed a string of wet kisses on Vincent’s earlobe. He whispered in his ear, “I am a law-abiding citizen.”
Vison didn't speak, but his expression clearly showed that he didn't believe a single word.
Phibes met his gaze with a half-smile, his long, smooth white hair cascading down his back, giving him an air of holiness, making him seem less like a demon leading people astray and more like a god pointing out the right path.
"Stay with me, Vison." His eyes were filled with such sincere pleading that it was hard to refuse him.
Vison reached out and gently tucked a few strands of hair that had fallen across his cheek behind his ear, as if it were the affection between lovers: "Give me everything I want."
It looks like a deal, but it's something Fipos has been waiting for.
Transactions are far more reliable than empty words.
He asked eagerly, "What do you want? I can have it all..."
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The author says: We're about to move on to the next major plot point; I've also planted some foreshadowing here and there.
I haven't written the scene for the copy yet.
I'm having a bit of a headache working on the later plot points lately.
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