Iceland`s Sea
The avenue is brightly lit and bustling with traffic.
Bai Luo thought he had been crushed to pieces by the surging sea of cars. He crashed through the KTV's revolving, hypocritical golden door, only to be caught off guard by a wisp of grayish-white smoke.
The bitterness of nicotine is as cold as a kiss, floating in the wind.
He glanced sideways as if aware of something.
It's over.
A pair of world-weary eyes, not looking at her, but dissecting her.
The next second, someone pulled my wrist painfully, dragged me to the side of the road, and roughly stuffed me into a night taxi that was ubiquitous in Hangzhou and Hong Kong.
As the night fell, the lights in myriad houses dimmed. The back seat was a gray shadow, a suffocating silence.
The car stereo was slowly playing old songs.
“I’m afraid I won’t have a chance.”
"Say goodbye to you"
"Because I might never see you again"
The world trembled and said nothing.
They couldn't hear the prelude to separation, just as they couldn't hear their own voices.
The speeding taxi had all its windows rolled down, and the cold night wind that blew past disturbed the worries of the three people in the car.
The car lights flashed again and again. Bai Luo rolled his eyes slightly.
Through the cold and heat, he looked at her as if he was looking at a fire that was destined to burn down the city.
There is a sea in my eyes, neither warm nor soft, but open and fearless, not afraid of storms and not avoiding thorns.
I don't know how to bow my head, I don't know how to admit defeat, and I am not familiar with defeat.
Crazy enough, mad enough, dangerous enough, and deadly enough.
"you……"
Bai Luo was holding back his anger, not wanting to try to appease him. He blurted out the words, as if to throw a broken jar into the air.
"I'm just following the rules of the game."
"I just want to accept the loss."
The voice was cold and damp, which extinguished the anger in the heart of the violent young man.
The driver is alive, the meter is ticking, and the traffic lights are turning.
But he doesn't care.
He pinched her thin neck bone and blocked her lips that were unwilling to speak softly.
Bai Luo was startled for a second, his pupils widening.
They were in a taxi, not a private space.
How dare he...
But he dared to do it.
Outside the car window, neon lights grew wildly, splashing cheap light and desire. Inside the car, the air was stagnant and the oxygen was thin.
In the rearview mirror, the driver raised his eyes and his lips curled up as if he was watching a show.
Another pair of crazy people come.
The tip of Bo Xi's tongue forcefully pushed open her teeth, and his hot breath forcefully poured into her lungs.
Bai Luo struggled and bit him hard. The smell of blood filled the air between their lips and teeth.
But she forgot that he loved her most when she was prickly.
The more he struggled, the more addicted he became.
She tilted her head back, and just as her head was about to hit the backrest, a big hand held it firmly.
"Bai Luo, are you fucking addicted to playing?"
His eyes were red, his breath was hot on her face, and the end of his tone was tinged with jealousy.
"Looking at other boys in front of me?"
"Um?"
He raised his hand and pressed the window lift button. The glass slowly rose, blocking out the light and sound from the outside world and blocking the last way of escape.
"I'm just playing by the rules."
Bai Luo bit his lower lip, his voice trembling as he retorted.
But she knew deep down that he never followed any rules.
He only believed in one thing:
You can only be mine.
Uncontrolled impulses raced through his veins. Bo Xi smiled, cold and evil, with a sense of pleasure in destroying everything.
"The rules of the game, huh?"
He moved closer, his nose touching hers, their breaths intertwined, each word spoken clearly.
"I'll play with you till the end."
The car spun its tail and stopped sideways at the entrance of Nanfeng Lane.
A row of dusty residential buildings from the millennium, with balconies full of hanging things that haven't dried yet.
There were no deafening drum beats from a KTV, only gleaming neon lights and messy wires, permeated with the smell of rotten water and decay.
"Bo Qian."
"Calm down."
Bai Luo's hand was tightly grasped by him, unable to be pulled away. He could only lead her back to the rental house.
Stinky tofu was being fried in a wok at the entrance of the alley, smoke billowing into the sky, and the stall owner was sneering while smoking a cigarette.
In this broken world, who doesn’t live in agony?
The aunties were gossiping, the workers were eating cold rice, and the hard hats were weighing down their fatigue, but no one looked up.
Because I know that I can't see the sky even if I look up.
Bo Yi ignored her and just dragged her along rudely. He hated Hangzhou Port, hated Nanfeng Lane, hated the stench, and hated the world.
But he hated Bai Luo's look of wanting to escape even more.
So, he pulled harder.
The fog weighs down the city year after year, and his coldness and cruelty become part of daily life, just like the rain in Hangzhou and Hong Kong: gloomy, wet, and damp, but no one can escape it.
Bai Luo obeyed his fate and let him lead and pull him.
In front of the rusty and weathered iron gate, there is a blurry sea of lights.
Light and shadows silently covered the two people in fragments of light.
It was as if the two of them were the only light in this lifeless, ruined world.
Where there is fireworks on earth, there is spring.
But what awaited him was not the spring when all things come to life, but the boy's almost predatory kiss.
It seemed to be raining outside the window, coming and going suddenly, just like the rhythm of a kiss.
Intense, out of control, leaving no room for maneuver.
Bai Luo didn't hide and let him vent his anger. The kiss was not limited to his lips and tongue, but also to his eyebrows and eyes... and went all the way down along the blood vessels on the side of his neck.
She moaned softly as the numbing sensation came in waves. Her hands were tied behind her head, and the coolness of the wall against her wrist bones made her feel as if she was nailed into a rainstorm with no escape.
"Bo Qian."
Every nerve in Bai Luo's body was numb and trembling, and he cursed softly while he was kissing her until she was soft.
"Are you a dog?"
If it bites everywhere, what else could it be but a dog?
The tail end of the melody was swallowed by him in a new round of wet kisses. He pressed his tongue against her ear and panted softly, licking her earlobe with the tip of his tongue, and suddenly bit down hard with the tip of his teeth.
"Rule number one of the game."
"Losers are subject to arbitrary punishment by the winners."
“…”
Did she agree to play the game?
And she really couldn't understand him. Did he really want her tonight?
The last time they took a warm bath, they were very intimate, but it stopped at the last step.
She gasped and asked him "Why?"
He simply replied, "Not yet."
When is the so-called “time”?
Yesterday is in ruins, and tomorrow is out of reach.
She gave it to him tonight, willingly.
My sixth sense vaguely predicts that separation is imminent.
After thinking about it over and over again, I found that all I could give was a body.
In the cramped bedroom, the body heat of the two people had nowhere to escape.
Pain becomes the aphrodisiac of desire.
"Rule number two."
"The loser must obey all the instructions of the winner until the winner is satisfied."
“…”
Bai Luo, feeling dazed, tightened his arms around his neck.
"Why am I the loser? You're the winner?"
It's not fair, not fair at all.
The kiss slid down the side of her neck, leaving a bloody mark from his bite.
“Winners don’t need to be coaxed.”
"I won't comfort you if you cry later."
He added another bad sentence.
“Not stopping.”
“…”
Can she escape?
The piles of clothes were scattered on the edge of the bed, but no one cared.
The two of them intertwined their fingers, the warmth of their palms making it hard to tell which belonged to which, the overlapping heartbeats in their ears felt like an uncertain rainy season.
Disproportionate size, too tight.
The bones and blood are integrated and will never be separated or destroyed.
"Rule Three."
"The winner has the right to mark the loser's body."
“…”
Bai Luo was sweating profusely from the pain. He wanted to scold him, but his lips were blocked.
A cold flash of lightning split the night sky, and the pale light reflected the intertwined shadows of the two people.
In the pitch-black light, their eyes met.
(Woo woo woo ~ normal description)
Bo Yi brushed away her wet hair.
"Shuangma?"
The sound of raindrops and water is heard in my ears.
Bai Luo dodged his kiss and pinched his back hard.
"pain."
The sound of breath was shattered all over the floor.
The forbidden fruit is the sweetest, and the price of indulgence is the most painful.
He had no intention of killing her, but his desire for her took root in his heart and grew wildly day and night.
He has an extreme temperament and the world is only black and white.
Either ultimate possession or destruction.
His love is all or nothing.
It wasn't that Bai Luo was trembling under him, it was that he was willing to submit to her.
Tonight, they are willing to become prisoners of desire.
"Bo Qian."
The pain had already separated her from the whole world.
Imprisoned in a desolate cage that belonged only to her.
"Have you ever thought of using me to get close to Chang Liu?"
No matter how much pain it causes, the words finally come out.
"Is there?"
Even a slight thought.
The last scab on my heart was completely torn apart.
Chang Liu is her older brother, the only piece of driftwood that can pull her ashore in this muddy world.
How could she allow herself to become bait to trap him?
Even though she spoke her heart out and declared his kindness, they did not believe her and were full of doubts.
Her older brother was suffering, and she didn't want him to suffer because of her.
A tear caused by her, a wound caused by her.
As for "Meng Ning followed me, did you know?"
No question was uttered.
Because she believed in him.
Even when she was crying, he mistakenly thought that she was being bullied, and his eyes were fierce as if he wanted to kill her.
He protected her, gave her a sense of security, and told her that he was always behind her, so how could he allow anyone to follow her.
Taking a breath in the dark world lacking oxygen will only make people feel more suffocated.
Bo Xi paused for a moment, but he didn't stop. He advanced where he should, and pushed where he should.
Charge forward with all your might.
"No."
"Bai Luo, nothing is more important than you."
Every word was spoken with warmth.
His love is pure, extreme, desperate, and he is willing to give up the whole world for her.
＿＿
The incident involving Chang Liu was a bomb thrown lightly by an old policeman while blowing smoke rings during the dark night operation.
The news was really unexpected. No one expected Chang Liu to be in the drug den.
A cold light flashed in his eyes.
"He must recognize me."
Memories rewind to the dark prison cell.
The number 002 was branded on his thin wrist, and the thin figure of 001 shared a moldy corner with him.
The two depend on each other and keep each other warm.
Two months of dark night operations, blazing gunfire and blood on the tips of knives, he seemed to hear the sobs of the little girl in basement 001 again.
Heavy rains cannot wash away the poppy fields in the Golden Triangle.
There is no light of justice in the basement of sin.
He had no idea that Meng Ning was following Bai Luo, but that didn't stop him from taking advantage of the situation and using her to monitor Chang Liu's every move.
Chess pieces are most useful when they don’t know they are chess pieces.
Bai Luo is a butterfly in a net, with a string tied to his wings, controlling Chang Liu's fate.
Meng Ning thought he was the chess player, but he didn't know that he was a manipulated discarded piece, and behind him was a behemoth that wanted to devour Chang Liu.
They used Bai Luo as bait, set up a net, and wanted to lure the dragon out of the abyss?
But they forgot that dragons are not fish and they don't bite hooks, they just swallow the nets.
The funniest thing is that they misjudged their prey.
Little did they know that the butterfly they had taken as bait was slowly spreading its dark wings.
With a flap of the wings, the whole plate was in chaos.
＿＿
Under her wet eyelashes, Bai Luo's pair of distinct black and white eyes stared at him intently, tears in their eyes.
How could he use her as a pawn in a chess game?
It was her fault.
His heart is her eternal TOP1, no one can match it.
Tears burned her eyes red. Her voice was like a butterfly drenched by a sudden downpour, broken yet trembling.
"sorry."
Really, I'm sorry.
I wrongly blamed him.
He didn't need an apology, least of all from her. The girl had done nothing wrong.
He understood what Chang Liu meant to her.
It is light, it is righteousness, it is backbone.
The funny thing is, if he really wanted to take advantage of it, why would he wait until now?
Whether there is a possibility between them is never decided by a Chang Liu.
He is too frivolous to play such low-level games.
But she didn't understand.
Therefore, there was a vicious hatred in his eyes and his voice was hoarse.
"Not smooth for me."
“…”
I know he won't let me go easily.
Bo Xi grabbed her hand and kissed the ring on her little finger.
The ring was custom-made according to her size the day after she announced that she would not get married.
The inner ring is engraved with "BY". His name.
The two rings were clasped together with such passion that it seemed as if the whole world was making way for them.
"Sell it to me more times."
He licked away the tears from the corners of her eyes and gave her moist oxygen.
“…”
The feeling of oppression is a silent rainstorm.
It penetrates layer by layer, almost burning through the bottom line of endurance.
Bai Luo bit his lip.
"I have an early 8 tomorrow."
Although there are only a few professional courses left in the senior year, there are general education courses.
The lecturer is an old professor of law who is over 70 years old. He is rigorous in his research and personally calls on students by name in every class.
I'm afraid of being late tomorrow. Once my name is recorded, I will have to retake the course.
In exchange for setting the makeup. Numb and itchy into the blood.
It's so amazing that she can't cook it.
Without hesitation, she bit down hard on his sexy vagina, her teeth digging into his flesh.
Bo Qi gasped in pain, pinching the soft flesh on her waist with his fingers, pressing her closer as a punishment.
The rain outside the window was pouring down as hard as his uncontrolled movements.
Bai Luo's eyes were blurred with tears, and the world seemed to her to be a blur of gray.
Only the thin collarbone was flushed with an alluring red, burning and addictive.
The dot-shaped tooth marks, with blood soaking the edges, looked like a flamboyant rose thorn.
The blood is lingering and the pain is eternal.
"Be gentle."
"Medicine."
“…”
Asking for someone to bite you, what's your hobby?
The wind, carrying rain vapor, invaded the small bedroom, but it could not dispel the entangled body temperatures of the two people.
The moon is hidden in the deep clouds, lingering endlessly.
The person in the skin bag has a nervous breakdown, his brain is deprived of oxygen, his eardrums are empty, and his whole body is limp.
I feel confused and don't know what day it is.
Thunderstorms swept across the world without boundaries. Bo Yi never tired of it, again and again...
Two hearts, misplaced and close together, one on the left, one on the right. Listening to each other's heartbeats, the whole world accompanies them.
They were like two transplanted plants, growing into symbiotic trees in the potted plants in the rental house.
Love each other fiercely until the world falls apart.
I don’t know how long I have been struggling, but the person is just a wandering soul struggling to hold on to his empty shell.
Bai Luo's tear glands were weak, and the corners of his eyes were red like a cold sun, burning.
"Bo Qian."
"None of us want to be stuck here."
He uttered a word in a daze, but it was clearly imprinted on Bo'er's earlobe.
"good."
"Where you go, I go."
Bo Xi pulled her into his arms and kissed the corner of her lips.
"Don't leave me."
No matter where in the world, he is willing to be her shadow.
The future in the fog is like love. Even though we know it is vague, we are still willing to run towards it.
Love brings breath back to suffocated life.
Actually, there is nothing wrong with a shabby rental house.
The cool smell of damp. The scent of faded fireworks. The bitter taste of grey tiles. The stagnant smell of decay. The smell of stale dust.
The five flavors blend together, day after day, year after year.
Just like them, their obsession of not wanting to leave.
A cage of several square meters holds two souls who refuse to bow their heads.
From sharing a bed, squeezing, grinding, and quarreling, to plotting a future together, leaning on, depending on, and loving each other.
The small house is filled with transformation.
The wilted green plants on the windowsill now look like spring because people water them.
The black T-shirt and denim skirt on the clothesline are like their body temperature when they are cuddling.
At the age of twenty-one, in the midst of war and chaos, are they left with nothing but each other and love?
no.
There is still unknown depravity, decline and unbearableness.
The night wind roamed through every inch of the rental house, blowing across a lifelike photo on the coffee table in the living room.
In the photo, two young men are standing face to face, as if they are trying their best to resist the desolation of the world.
But the photo is cracked.
From the middle, a scar.
It was just like the day they said "break up".
We will always be separated. We will always go our separate ways. We will always roll into different rifts.
You know it well, don't you?
But they stubbornly believe it.
Even if we get separated, even if we are unrecognizable, even if we never meet again.
Sooner or later, we will meet at the top again.
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