The moment his vision was blocked, Jiaobai's mind went blank. He squatted in the wooden barrel, soaking wet, his thin body trembling. He didn't realize how much he looked like a... prey to be slaughtered.
“Yu Ling…” Jiao Bai touched the cloth covering his eyes with one hand and moved his other hand around the barrel, shouting incoherently, “Yu Ling… Yu Ling…”
Over and over again, like a pine needle leaf roasted by fire, gently stirring the humid air.
The water in the wooden barrel suddenly shook, and something was thrown in, splashing water and landing at the feet of茭白.
It's an ice pack.
Then a few more fell in and spread around the wild rice.
The water in the barrel became icy cold, and the chill rose up like a white mist.
His eyelids under the bandage kept twitching and his whole body ached, as if countless knives were stabbing his bones.
The tip of the knife is still polished.
Jiaobai couldn't squat any longer and sat down in the wooden barrel, his head tilted on the edge of the barrel. The black cloth and his pale skin formed a strong, scalp-numbing visual impact.
Such color contrast, mixed with suppressed and sticky breathing sounds, can easily arouse the animal nature in a person's blood.
However, the audience present was not an ordinary person. Because of his status, he had experienced too many temptations of money or the flesh, and his self-control had already reached an inhuman level.
Therefore, Yu Ling held the shower head in an orderly manner and continued to spray water on the茭白.
only,
Yu Ling's eyes were on the bathroom ceiling.
Since when, he never lowered his head to look down again.
The water in the wooden barrel was full and overflowing, and the sewer couldn't swallow it all in time.
The water in the bathroom had already reached Yu Ling's leather boots, but he was as steady as a rock.
The medicine Yu Xiang gave was from the military, which ordinary people could not get and could not resist. Jiao Bai was a weak person, and if his faith was not strong enough, he would have given up long ago, but even so, he had reached his limit, and his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred.
"Don't let me go... Help me... Yu Ling... Help me..."
Jiaobai stretched out his arms, and water was dripping from the clothes that were pressed against his cold skin. In his desire to survive, he kept begging Yuling to help him, but he actually didn't know what he was saying.
The only response he got was cold water, which pierced through his head like an icicle, piercing through his shaking body and pinning him to the barrel.
I am dying, he thought. I am dying.
Jiaobai's chin was suddenly pinched, and his teeth opened under the force. Something salty and hard pressed against his lips, and he said with two deep and thick sounds, "Bite it."
The wild rice plant did as it was told unconsciously.
A stream of warm liquid flowed into his mouth, and he unconsciously made the motion of swallowing a cigarette.
When his willpower was restored a little, he found that what he held in his mouth was a piece of flesh, embedded between his teeth.
Did I drink blood
No way? Definitely not! No way, no way! No way...right
A mouthful of fishy sweetness told him to drink it.
Jiaobai's brain was rumbling as if struck by lightning. He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he pulled the cloth off his eyes.
Then,
He saw Yu Ling hunching his back, his knees against the barrel, and one of his forearms at his mouth.
Jiaobai suddenly woke up, and he spat out the flesh of Yuling's forearm. He saw that the flesh was white, but there was no blood, which was obviously sucked many times. Jiaobai immediately felt nauseous and retched.
"What are you doing?"
The moment he roared, Jiaobai realized that his spirit was not so bad and his bones were not so painful anymore.
His expression kept changing and he was shouting “oh shit” in his heart.
Does Yu Ling’s blood have the effect of strengthening the body
Jiaobai tore off all the loose cloth on his face, pinched it between his fingers and thought, this is indeed a melodramatic comic book world.
After imprisonment, kidnapping and drugging, blood feeding appeared.
Jiaobai was about to get up, but fell back down again, his weak limbs were once again entangled by the scorching heat: "No, I can't do it yet..."
He panted, his eyelashes trembling violently: "Continue."
茭白 means to continue releasing water.
Yu Ling glanced at the wound on his forearm, cut it with the saber, and handed it over.
A line of blood meandered along the bronze muscle lines.
Jiaobai struggled for only a few seconds before moving forward without hesitation, staring at Yu Ling with red eyes, "I am like this because of your brother. You are also responsible! Nothing will happen if you don't tie me up!"
Yu Ling silently put his forearm into the mouth of the vengeful young man without frowning. He had been given a lot of drugs during the years of carrying out missions, and his blood had a certain antibody effect.
That’s all, it’s not a panacea.
It can only make the young man feel a little less painful while fighting the effects of the medicine.
"Hmm..."
The breath of茭白 became lighter and lighter.
The wound on Yu Ling's forearm was covered with a soft touch, rubbing back and forth, like a kitten acting coquettishly while eating. His raised jawline twitched, and after a few seconds, he suddenly put the shower head into the wooden bucket and walked out of the bathroom quickly.
Jiaobai moved his eyes blankly and slowly, licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, and buried himself in the wooden barrel, completely immersed in it.
After a while, Yu Ling returned to the bathroom. He picked up some of the water chestnuts that were still soaked in the wooden barrel, then removed the sewer cover and drained the turbid water.
Jiaobai looked at him dazedly.
I was poured with cold water on my face.
“Fuck…” Jiaobai choked. His two hands that were clasped on the wooden barrel tightened instantly and he began to cough intermittently, causing his shoulder blades to tremble.
Like a butterfly falling into the water, flapping its wings and about to fly.
Yu Ling's lips tightened even more, and he stood beside the barrel, continuing his previous work, his head tilted back, looking at the ceiling.
--It seemed that as long as he looked down, he would fall into some kind of Avici Hell, or some kind of paradise on earth.
Jiaobai stayed in the wooden barrel until late at night, for several hours. When he was carried out by Yu Ling, he was not completely unconscious.
"Press my coccyx..." Jiaobai couldn't open his eyes, so he groped and grabbed Yu Ling, just above his wound. His fingertips, which were white and wrinkled by the cold water, pinched it instinctively, like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood, "Press it for me."
"Change your clothes first." Yu Ling let him hold her.
Jiaobai had no energy to change, he just lay there groggy. After an unknown amount of time, his wet clothes were gone, and he was wrapped in a large blanket.
After his tailbone was pressed for a while, Jiaobai relaxed. He retracted the thorns all over his body and lay down on the blanket. He closed his eyelashes that were wet with cold sweat and physiological tears, and fell asleep.
Quiet and obedient.
Yu Ling put the air conditioner remote control on the cabinet. He went to the bathroom, picked up his bandage from the wooden barrel, and without squeezing out the water on it, he wrapped it back around his wrist.
When the door was opened, Yu Xiang, who was sitting on the ground, did not look up. There were traces of tears on his face and chin, his eyes were very red and swollen, and his mouth was bitten by his teeth and was covered with congealed blood.
Yu Ling closed the door and heard his brother's extremely resentful voice.
"I thought you tied him up so I could realize my dream, but it turns out you had your own selfish motives!"
Yu Xiang's fingers were caught in the cracks of the floor, his nails were split, he didn't know how many times he scratched, he said to himself, "Blame me, it's all my fault, I should have been more careful when I sorted the photos back then, I shouldn't have let you see it..."
He jumped up, pointed at his brother's nose and cursed at the top of his lungs, his voice hoarse, grief-stricken and sad to the extreme: "I finally found a guy who satisfies me from head to toe. I even think his bumpy nails are cute, but you insisted on snatching him from me. In this age of drifting people, you know how miserable my life is, Captain Yu! You're pushing your brother to death!"
Yu Ling ignored his nonsense and walked upstairs. The soles of his shoes were wet and left a trail of wet marks with every step.
A series of messy footsteps followed, and Yu Ling was pulled back, letting his brother smell around.
Yu Xiang didn't smell what he thought it was, and his expression finally became less ugly: "How did you make my melon resolve the effects of the medicine?"
"Put some cold water on it." Yu Ling said in a deep voice.
"... That Guagua must be feeling very uncomfortable." Yu Xiang muttered. He shrank his neck in the face of his brother's silent accusation and shouted with bluffing: "Don't you like him? Why don't you use the simplest and most effective method to help him get through it? Can't you do that?"
Yu Ling continued to go upstairs.
"My sisters in the group said that Guagua's first blood is still there, why don't you take the opportunity to get it?" Yu Xiang was still shouting. His high IQ is limited to his academics and cannot be integrated into other fields. There are still many things he doesn't understand, such as this matter. However, his brother will not explain it to him.
"never mind… "
Yu Xiang looked at the family portrait on the wall. There were no parents on it, just him and his brother. There was not much dust, he wiped it often.
As if he had made up his mind, with a pain like cutting flesh, his face twisted, he kept saying, "Forget it, forget it."
"Forget it, Guagua is younger than me, and I can't be the first. I imagined that scene many times at the door, but I still found it inharmonious. I can't be the first with tears." Yu Xiang murmured in pain, gritting his teeth and yelling at his brother, "Let him be my sister-in-law!"
Yu Ling was going upstairs and didn't respond.
"Brother, don't let me down." Yu Xiang bit his nails a few times, chewed them and spit them out. He threatened nervously, "Otherwise I will run away from home!"
Yu Xiang opened the door and entered the room, squatting beside the bed, watching the sleeping person without blinking.
On the second floor, Yu Ling took the gun from his waist and placed it on the table. He turned his back to the wall of guns and faced the balcony and the night.
“Pah—”
Suddenly, there was a slight sound at Yu Ling's feet, leaving a small wet mark.
It was water on his wrist bandage.
“Tsk.”
Yu Xiang seemed to have tasted something and was just coming to his senses now. A vague syllable rubbed out between his lips and teeth. He lit a cigarette, walked to the balcony with great strides, leaned forward with his upper body leaning on the railing, and began to smoke one puff after another.
The smoke climbed up his sharp and mature face, hiding his faintly surging expression.