After the training, Shi'an lowered his eyes to feel that the magic power he had obtained near the crack in the abyss a while ago had been basically completely absorbed at this moment.
Great, it seems that I can be lazy later.
He breathed a sigh of relief without a trace.
Although the training designed by Zhuo Fu is really useful for him, but...
It's really exhausting!
After all, Shi An still prefers to lie on the bed playing games and eating snacks rather than sweating in the training ground.
If it wasn't for regaining strength as soon as possible and returning to the house dragon with a large number of treasures, Shi An would not do such bitter and tiring things.
Shi An dragged his sour body out of the training ground.
Mu Heng was still standing where he was just now.
The steel-blue eyes were half-hidden under the long eyelashes, and they were looking in this direction intently. Their eyes were dark and cold, and they couldn't tell what they were thinking.
"It's over?" he asked.
Shi'an lowered his eyes sluggishly, as if his energy had been exhausted.
He didn't directly answer Mu Heng's question, but just nodded slightly.
Mu Heng's eyes moved slightly.
The face of the former boy was red, perhaps because of the exercise just now, his breathing was a little uneven, and a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead to the tip of his nose.
For unknown reasons, he suddenly recalled the dream he had made in Irvine District.
The dream was very vague, and only a few fragments remained after waking up.
Even if I tried to think back, it was like being separated by a layer of veil, and I couldn't see what was going on anyway.
But I don't know why, at this moment, more images are pouring from the depths of memory.
The crimson ear tips, evasive and trembling whimpers, the hazy mist in the black eyes.
The young man lay unsuspectingly in his arms, with his forehead resting on his shoulders, trembling gasps overflowed, and gently swept across his heart, trembling from head to toe.
And in his hands...
Mu Heng frowned slightly and fell into thought.
What is in his hand
I can't remember anymore.
At this moment, Zhuo Fu, wearing a white coat, walked out of the control room beside him, breaking the stillness floating in the air:
"Awesome, really amazing."
He shook his head and slapped his tongue: "Really, this is the first time I have seen such rapid progress when I grow up like this..."
Zhuo Fu looked at Shi An with fiery eyes, as if he wanted to rush up and study him carefully up and down: "An An, when will you come next time?"
Mu Heng frowned, his eyes cold.
Shi An answered honestly:
"It shouldn't be here recently."
As if there was a thunderbolt on the sunny day, Zhuo Fu was silly: "Isn't coming? Why, why?"
Shi An didn't change his face: "Too tired."
And most importantly, the magic power he had previously swallowed had been completely absorbed, and there was no need to come again.
Zhuo Fu hurriedly overtook the first few steps:
"Don't come, I, I can help you adjust the intensity..."
Shi An thought for a while, then asked, "Can it be lower than sleep?"
Zhuo Fu: "..."
This is beyond my ability.
He did not give up and catch up with the first few steps: "Speaking of which I have a few more projects recently, An An, please see if you are interested..."
Before Zhuo Fu finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mu Heng.
The other person stepped forward calmly, his gloved palms naturally resting on Shi'an's shoulders, revealing a quiet exclusivity: "You have nothing else to do? We're leaving."
Zhuo Fu: "..."
Grass.
He swallowed the rest of the words aggrievedly.
Shi An was unaware of the dark tide between the two humans before him.
He waved to Zhuo Fu, then turned and walked out.
Mu Heng did not immediately follow.
He stared at Zhuo Fu and said calmly: "An An, this nickname, don't use it in the future."
Zhuo Fu was stunned for a moment, but didn't react for a while:
"Huh? Shi An doesn't like it?"
Mu Heng's expression was faint: "I don't like it."
After speaking, he turned around and walked out, leaving Zhuo Fu alone in silence.
Watching the man's fading back, Zhuo Fu slowly gritted his teeth.
… Are you sick! !
It sounds like someone really dares to snatch someone from you!
You lend me eight courage, I dare not!
Shi An was wandering outside the door.
I don’t know why, I obviously praised the dragon so many words, but as the enemy of the dragon, Mu Heng’s attitude towards him seems to have not changed at all... Isn’t it useless for Mu Heng to praise the enemy?
Shi An was worried.
How does it work
At this time, Shi An's eyes lit up, as if suddenly thinking of something.
He took out his phone, typed "Mu Heng" into the browser, and pressed the search button.
As the strongest man in humanity, the information about Mu Heng on the Internet is very rich, but most of them are about his record and status, and the personal information about him is pitiful.
Shi An searched for a long time without finding anything related to Mu Heng himself.
He thought for a few seconds and re-entered the search keyword:
"What does Mu Heng hate?"
The browser interface stopped spinning, and a new page jumped out.
This time, there is no official website that pops up anymore, and most of the forum posts appear.
But the answer to this question is still a mystery.
It seems that no one really understands this man, and it seems that he hid himself too deeply, never showing any preference or preference to the outside world.
However, Shi An suddenly noticed one of the posts that was not very eye-catching.
"I don't know what Chief Mu hates, but as a member of the management bureau, I can say responsibly that Chief Mu Heng certainly doesn't like physical contact."
"Eh, I've heard of this too, is it true?"
"Is it because of this that Chief Mu always wears gloves? I always thought it was because of injuries..."
"I have never been injured. You think too much. Who can hurt him now? My friends in the administration have said that Chief Mu seems to be too sensitive to the touch, so he simply doesn't want to have physical contact with other people. ."
After reading the post, Shi An fell into deep thought.
Mu Heng is indeed always wearing gloves...
But, hate physical contact
Doesn't it seem? At least he didn't notice it during the previous contact.
Or is it just that the other party hides his emotions too deeply
Thinking of Mu Heng's usual moody and uncompromising appearance, Shi'an felt that it was not impossible.
At this moment, Mu Heng walked out of the training ground.
"Let's go," he said.
Shi An nodded absently, and the two walked forward side by side.
Thinking of the post he saw just now, he lowered his head subconsciously, and his gaze fell on the palm of the opponent's side.
The man's palm is wide and his fingers are slender, but every inch of his skin is tightly wrapped in the pitch-black tactical gloves, looking strict and abstinent.
Shi An suddenly said, "By the way, can you take off your gloves?"
Mu Heng was taken aback, stopped, and took a deep look at the boy in front of him.
He didn't answer, nor asked the reason, he just grabbed the fingertips of the glove with his other hand, and took the tactical glove away from his hand unhurriedly.
Mu Heng stretched out his hand.
Shi An thought for a while, raised his hand and held the opponent's finger.
Unlike his cold body temperature, the temperature of the opponent's fingers was hot and hot. Although he had already prepared, Shi An was still slightly scalded.
Shi An took the opponent's hand and looked at it.
Mu Heng's knuckles are clear and hard, his fingers are slender and strong, and cyan meridians are faintly visible on the back of his pale hands.
Well, it doesn't look good.
Shi An was a little disappointed.
There are no hard scales, no sharp claws, not even the scars he had just expected.
However, compared to his own hands... it looks a little better.
Shi An spread out his palms subconsciously.
White, thin, and slender.
It always feels like a break, and there is really no such thing as a dragon.
Shi An was a little frustrated.
Mu Heng lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the boy in front of him.
The other party is much lower than himself. From this angle, you can faintly see the slender back of the neck. The soft flesh is wrapped around the slightly convex vertebrae. The arc is fragile and graceful. A few strands of pitch-black hair are glued to the sweaty skin. There is an urge to imprint the teeth and grind them with the tips of the teeth.
At this moment, a cold touch came from the palm of his hand.
The other party seemed to be tentatively touching his palm, rubbing it carefully, the cold fingertips gently touching the warm skin, causing a weird slight itching.
But it's more hot.
Mu Heng's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple involuntarily rolled up and down.
The hand that he had been doing just now suddenly turned over, and the strong knuckles held Shi'an's wrist back, and the hot finger pads were burned on the skin of the wrist bone.
The man's voice came from the top of his head, as if suppressing a certain emotion, his voice was tight and hoarse:
"... Don't touch it."
Exempt!
Shi An was happy.
It seems that the rumors are true. Mu Heng really doesn't like having physical contact with others!
Shi An was a little gloating.
When you touched my tail before, I told you not to touch your ears. Look, the retribution is coming!
Mu Heng let go of Shi'an's hand. He turned his eyes away, his voice still a little dumb:
"Let's go, the car is ahead."
After speaking, he turned around and walked straight to the parking spot in front of him.
Mu Heng is tall and long in legs, and in just a few seconds he stretched the distance between the two of them.
Shi An stared at the opponent's back like a runaway, slightly curled the corners of his lips, revealing a successful smile.
Unexpectedly, in the end, the smoky suggestion worked a little bit.
If you follow this schedule, it should be a matter of time before the other party hates you.
At that time, even if he didn't take the initiative to speak, Mu Heng would subconsciously stay away from him.
Plan to pass!
In the distance, Mu Heng's thin lips pressed tightly against Shi'an, his eyes darkened and scary, and the heavy desire to bite people was finally no longer suppressed and covered up, rolling crazily in the bottom of his eyes.
Almost.
Almost did not hold back.
Obviously it's just a touch without any emotions, but his self-control seems to be broken.
But... Mu Heng knew that it was not yet time.
Can't scare people.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes vigorously.
A few seconds later, Mu Heng opened his eyes, and his eyes returned to the usual calmness.
He hesitated for a moment, lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on his open palm.
I don't know why, at that moment, he seemed to pick up a broken piece of the previous dream.
It seems... in that dream.
What else has he touched... It's cold and smooth, something that looks hard, but it's actually soft and tough.
What could it be