Chapter 158 The Ouija Board (35) "Ah Tan, do you need my help...?"
Xie Tan couldn't see her clearly.
His vision was like a camera lens splattered with mud, mottled and completely out of focus, with countless overlapping images that ended up looking the same.
Another person was refined. As the one who cast the spell in the drawing ceremony, Xie Tan felt as if the thread that had been taut in his mind had suddenly snapped, and then, like a mountain collapsing under a snowflake, it all happened in a spectacular fashion.
The pen slipped from his hand, and he couldn't even sit on the stool anymore, falling to the ground. He felt dizzy and as if he had fallen from the heavens.
An eerie atmosphere permeated the house, like a century-old haunted house, where the souls of generations of unfortunate deaths gnawed away in the rotting old shell.
The dead open the window, attracting more sins to gather around.
He heard rustling sounds surrounding the dormitory, especially in the usually quiet corridor, which seemed to be crowded with noise. At the slightest disturbance, all sorts of sounds blended together.
The last light from the window was also blocked, and the sounds continued. He felt countless gazes greedily piercing into his body.
The doors and windows creaked under the strain, as if they could be smashed open at any moment.
Xie Tan stared blankly at the ceiling.
The ceiling... seems to have cracks too.
He didn't know; he couldn't tell the difference.
My head hurts so much, my whole body aches, I feel dizzy and confused, it's unbearable.
What's even harder to bear is... missing him.
I want to see him.
Very.
This thought was like a ray of light, piercing his chaotic, turbulent mind and bringing him a moment of clarity.
His stiff hand moved, slowly pulling out his phone. Even though he couldn't see clearly, he skillfully tapped through the frequently used contacts in his phonebook.
Beep—beep beep—
Beep—beep beep—
The phone kept ringing, but it never went through. Time once again announced its existence; everything was so slow, so long.
Xie Tan belatedly realized that the place was sealed off and haunted; there was no signal at all, and no one could make a phone call.
He can't get in touch with him.
now.
“Today…” he murmured.
The phone, which had been ringing incessantly, suddenly stopped.
The call was connected.
"I am here."
The voice was low and slow, like the receding tide at night, flowing into Xie Tan's heart.
Is it an auditory hallucination?
It was too noisy around, even noisier than the cult leader. Xie Tan pulled his phone closer, but the call had already been disconnected.
He felt a void in his heart, and then realized it was just as he had imagined. His last bit of consciousness was pulled down by the pheromones.
But after a while, he suddenly realized that everything around him had become very quiet.
The restless demons seemed to freeze in place, and a clear footstep, "tap, tap," echoed through the corridor. Xie Tan's heart pounded along with that sound.
Xie Tan's heart skipped a beat when the footsteps stopped at the door.
He did not hear a knock.
The door was turned open.
The black-haired youth stood at the doorway, his golden eyes sweeping over the scene with an instant, silent, terrifying aura that spread even faster than Xie Tan's pheromones and ritual.
The "black cloth" on the window was frantically torn off, and the monsters crowding the corridor instantly withdrew their claws and teeth, crawling on the ground, not daring to run away or even tremble.
Xie Tan's view and surroundings were much quieter.
Lu Jinzhao raised his hand, hooking it onto Xie Tan's spare key, the "magic key they had agreed upon to meet."
He met Xie Tan's dazed eyes and instantly revealed his usual concerned and bright smile: "Ah Tan, do you need my help?"
Xie Tan's breathing became heavier.
The cult leader was right... his pheromones became even more frenzied, almost rushing towards the person at the door, clinging to every inch of him.
The door was closed.
The entire room felt like it had fallen onto a deserted island, lost in a world from a long, long time ago, or a long, long time in the future, with only the two of them there.
Xie Tan felt a familiar embrace, as if he had been pulled out of the mud, and his body felt light.
He was placed on a clean bed, the bed frame not much warmer than the floor, but as soon as the embrace was pulled away, he felt as if he had fallen back into an ice cellar, and he grabbed the person's arm.
He had no strength left, but he used all his might, his fingertips so white they looked like porcelain that might shatter at any moment.
The figure, who had retreated halfway, paused.
Lu Jinzhao's gaze fell on Xie Tan's unfocused eyes, and knowing that he couldn't see clearly, his smile also faded, turning into a strange, ambiguous smile.
His gaze fell, tracing Xie Tan's face inch by inch, a gesture that was both intimate and scrutinizing.
He leaned over Xie Tan, affectionately rubbing Xie Tan's earlobe with his other hand, and asked, "Ah Tan, do you know who this person in front of you is?"
He enveloped him, watched him intently, never blinking, never missing a single reaction, never giving him a chance to lie.
Feeling the slight pull on his arm, Lu Jinzhao leaned down to make Xie Tan see him clearly.
See clearly that he has nothing to do with kindness.
What will be the reaction?
Ah Tan.
However, Xie Tan had no intention of identifying it.
The moment Lu Jinchao leaned down, he took the initiative to wrap his arms around Lu Jinchao's neck, raised his head, and gave him a burning kiss.
Lu Jinzhao's eyes darkened, all his thoughts vanished, and he simply held Xie Tan's head and deepened the kiss.
He is the sun, and what he is most used to is scorching heat, just as people don't feel it when they are in a comfortable temperature, but he is experiencing it now.
He felt Xie Tan's burning body temperature, sensed his bewildered state, and resonated with him.
As Xie Tan was on the verge of suffocation, Lu Jinzhao managed to temporarily suppress his desire, but he still felt hot.
He wondered, "Is this what it feels like to be burned?"
He looked down at the person beneath him. Xie Tan was leaning back on the pillow, breathing heavily. His slightly damp hair was disheveled, and his long, fragile neck dominated his field of vision, with the muscles and bones clearly visible.
The fire is burning again.
It's getting worse.
With what he knew best: the desire for destruction.
"Ah Tan," he heard his own hoarse voice, "are you a little more awake?"
The dormitory was quiet, and outside the window was only darkness; even the moon and stars dared not peek out.
Xie Tan's breathing calmed down a bit, but he didn't lower his head.
Are you avoiding him again?
That won't do.
A hint of indifference appeared in Lu Jinzhao's eyes, giving him an inhuman aura.
"……not enough."
But suddenly, he heard Xie Tan say this in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, like a murmur from someone who was not fully conscious.
Xie Tan's lips were still glistening with moisture. He lowered his slightly arched body and met Lu Jinzhao's eyes.
His hazy gaze, like water, swept over Lu Jinzhao's handsome and sculpted face, and his slightly curled-up body, like a leopard poised to pounce—a posture of locking onto prey and waiting to hunt.
Being enveloped by him, not only the body but also the soul trembles.
It can bring together Xie Tan's loathsome desires and instincts with his deathly, elusive heart.
So Xie Tan opened his lips, exhaled a thin breath, and said, "I said, not enough kisses... not enough kisses at all."
"Do you only want to kiss me today?"
Lu Jinzhao's breathing became erratic instantly.
He bent down.
In a daze, Xie Tan felt himself falling into a familiar dream once again.
Endless black mist enveloped him, clinging to every inch of him, invading his deeper depths.
He could only rise and fall in the fog, neither fully real nor unreal, with no place to land and no way to escape.
So they willingly succumbed, attached themselves to others, and were completely branded.
There was no moonlight at night, so even the entangled shadows could not be seen. The small room was held in the palm of the hand by the black mist, which monopolized all the enchanting sounds and sights.
No one can take even a fraction of it.
That belongs to the sun.
When Xie Tan woke up again, his mind was blank.
The relentless pain vanished completely, the nerve fibers grew back as if new, and the scars left from the past were swallowed up and reattached.
The silt that had accumulated at the bottom of the pool for many years was washed away, and he felt a sense of ease he had never experienced before. This ease made him feel somewhat languid, both physically and mentally.
Lu Jinzhao's captivating face was right in front of him.
He was loosely embraced by the guy's long arms and was completely in his arms.
Then, those tangled images, those broken sounds, and his body, feeling like it was about to fall apart, surged back, all incredibly clear.
He felt like he was about to catch fire again.
When Lu Jinzhao opened his eyes, he saw Xie Tan with his ears bright red.
He stared at it quietly for a few seconds, his tongue tasting the marrow as he brushed it against his teeth.
The moment their eyes met, Xie Tan pursed her lips and quickly shrank back under the covers. However, Lu Jinzhao was much faster, smiling brightly as he leaned in, covering Xie Tan's face with his own, hugging Xie Tan and rubbing his face against hers, calling out "A-Tan, A-Tan".
It's just like a dog that hasn't been seen in a long time rushing forward like crazy; if it had a tail, it would have wagged like a propeller and taken off.
Xie Tan's half-closed clothes were ruffled again. He couldn't resist and had nowhere to hide, so he could only let his boyfriend get close to him with unparalleled enthusiasm: "...Did you hear that? How many more times do you want me to call you?"
"Who told Atan not to answer me?" Lu Jinzhao buried his head deep in his neck, gently sniffing his hair. "I miss you."
Xie Tan felt the movement of his nose and recalled the thought he had when reading the forum that "it is more like Alph-35 than an inhibitor," so he subconsciously sniffed it as well.
There were no other scents, and even the faint scent of Lu Jinzhao's daily shampoo was completely covered up.
only……
Lu Jinzhao smelled of him all over.
In terms of effect, it should be said that Lu Jinzhao marked him, but in terms of taste, it's as if he marked Lu Jinzhao.
In the original world, Xie Tan always felt that the alphas' obsession with and satisfaction with being marked, like the omegas' reckless desires during their heat, was a kind of biological defect of not being fully evolved, and even carried a violent connotation.
...Now he understands a little.
If it were this person, he would also have a beast-like possessiveness.
That liking, that love, is all domineering.
"What mark?" Lu Jinzhao suddenly asked.
Xie Tan was startled to realize that he seemed to have unintentionally uttered the word.
"without……"
"Ah Tan—"
Lu Jinzhao pulled away a little, looking at him pitifully, her voice drawn out and sticky.
His eyes shone even under the covers, though they were indeed a bit darker, like melted honey.
"The smell." Xie Tan covered his eyes and said hastily, "You... smell like me."
Lu Jinzhao was quiet for a moment, then burst out laughing.
Xie Tan loosened his grip: "What are you laughing at?"
Lu Jinzhao clung to him again, holding him tightly: "I have a mark, so I belong to Atan."
Xie Tan was slightly taken aback.
In the next sentence, Lu Jinzhao became aggrieved again: "But A-Tan doesn't have my mark."
He buried his head deeper and deeper, as if trying to bury it into Xie Tan's body, to merge flesh and blood, only then would he feel safe.
"Even without a mark, I am yours."
Xie Tan paused, then said, "However, it's not impossible."
He rolled over halfway, lying flat again, and then gently pushed the person who was holding him tightly and rolling over onto him.
Lu Jinchao sat up, and the blanket slipped down to his back.
The person beneath him had a slightly flushed face and was looking at him with raised eyes.
Amidst the disheveled clothes, his kiss marks were still visible on her fair collarbone.
He heard his Atan say:
Should we leave some more traces?
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