Zhong Cheng said that he had finished washing and only left the bedside lamp on. Now he was sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, the yellowish light was blocked, and the remaining shadows were dyed deep blue.
Yin Ren was slumped on the bed holding a pillow, his black hair being gently pushed aside by his lover. The unusual facial features were covered by Zhong Chengshuo's shadow, and only one pair of eyes emitted a dim red light.
Zhong Cheng said that he pressed his hands lightly on both sides of Yin Ren's pillow, pressing out a deep depression in the soft pillow.
He moved his body, lowering his body lower and lower, staring intently at Yin Ren's lips.
As a result, Zhong Cheng said that as soon as he lowered his head halfway, his face was halfway blocked by a hand. Yin Ren's palm was pressing against his nose, the force was neither light nor heavy.
Zhong Cheng said that he pushed his head down hard, but his hand didn't move at all.
"...?" Between Yin Ren's fingers, Zhong Cheng blinked in confusion.
To be honest, Yin Ren couldn't explain his own psychology. Zhong Cheng said that when he first approached, his heart was beating wildly. In order to avoid being shocked, he decisively stopped his heartbeat.
But seeing Zhong Cheng approaching with an expression that looked like he was giving a report, his expectations were instantly dampened by 20%.
Zhong Cheng said it was obvious that he was shy, and Yin Ren could only understand it. This person was as shy as rubbing his fingertips at the moment, and he always felt that something was wrong.
"The atmosphere is very suitable." Yin Ren grabbed Zhong Cheng's arm, "Then do you think the atmosphere is still suitable now?"
Yin Ren's heartbeat resumed angrily. He closed his fingers and pinched Zhong Cheng's face.
"Of course." Yin Ren was very confident.
Yin Ren squeezed two lovers and released his claws. Zhong Cheng shook his head and said righteously: "Because the atmosphere is very suitable."
Zhong Cheng said he was deep in thought, as if he was stumped by this question.
What exactly is wrong
Zhong Cheng said: "Hmm."
Zhong Cheng's arm still stayed beside Yin Ren's pillow, and Yin Ren looked up at the man's face. His lover's eyes were full of seriousness, and he was convinced of the rationality of his procedures.
"Is it okay to do... anything I want to do?"
Yin Ren: "?" Is it because he is not familiar enough with modern times and does not understand this wonderful ritual
I don't know whether to call them cute or hopeless. Even though they had very little love experience, Yin Ren suddenly regained his confidence in emotional intelligence.
"I wonder why it looks so familiar. There was this scene in our previous love movie!" Yin Ren pinched Zhong Cheng's face and saw that the man's handsome facial features were rubbed out of shape, "You even learned the kissing moves People?"
"I kissed you because I wanted to kiss you."
However, the next second, Zhong Cheng said he was ready and retracted his body. He sat upright on the edge of the bed, put his hands together into a half-bowl shape, and leaned in front of Yin Ren.
"You just have to do what you want to do, and you don't need to consider the rules of 'ordinary people'. I said, I am not an 'ordinary person'."
Yin Ren raised his hand and touched Zhong Cheng's cheek again, this time with both hands.
A strand of black hair wrapped around Zhong Chengshuo's arm. It crawled across the collarbone, rubbed against the Adam's apple, and lightly bit the man's pale lips twice. Zhong Cheng said with his lips slightly open, and the tips of his dark hair crossed his lips and teeth, giving them an ambiguous sheen.
Zhong Cheng said that the confusion in his eyes gradually faded away, turning into some emotion that Yin Ren couldn't quite understand. He was silent for a long time, letting Yin Ren hold his face.
The bedrooms here are semi-enclosed. Zhong Cheng said that although he could not be called a normal human being, he had always been very measured and would not behave excessively or inappropriately... How could he be afraid of kisses and hugs for such a big and fierce person
Yin Ren's expectations secretly increased again.
Yin Ren pondered for a long time. Zhong Cheng just leaned forward, his lips pressed against Yin Ren's palm, and his soft bangs swayed slightly with his breathing.
The emotion in those dark eyes turned into pure curiosity, with a bit of inquisitive persistence. That bit of ambiguity was already dying, but now it was completely gone.
He could only understand the meaning of "give some money", but it seemed a bit embarrassing to admit that he didn't understand.
Lord Ghost King maintained the inscrutability of a strong man and tried hard to keep smiling. The ends of his hair had slipped under the pillow, and he was scratching the sheets anxiously.
Zhong Cheng said without realizing it: "Then I want some of your wings."
"The kind that is connected to the body." He didn't know what he thought of, but he added seriously.
Yin Ren: "..."
Wait, that's not what he meant.
Yin Ren: "The bedrooms here are semi-enclosed, and the rooms next door are full of people..." This behavior is so inappropriate!
"But you controlled your power very well last time, so it doesn't matter." Zhong Cheng said, "This town has a very high evil spirit index, and the evil power is seriously polluted. Shi'an will not always be on guard. And it's very dark here. Your The wings are black and not conspicuous.”
Yin Ren looked at Zhong Cheng in shock and said.
I bet you've thought it through quite a bit
"What... do you want them to do?" Yin Ren tried hard to keep his smile steady - he had no choice, he was the one who said "you can do anything". He had to maintain the confidence of a strong man, no, the last trace of dignity.
Moreover, what Zhong Cheng said was so reasonable that it was really difficult for him to refute it.
Zhong Cheng said: "Cuddle me to sleep."
When he said this, his whole body turned red from his neck to his face, as if he had said something very explicit.
Yin Ren lay on the bed like a corpse, looking at the cracked ceiling. At this moment, the cracks in his self-confidence were more obvious than the ceiling - it turned out once again that he really couldn't understand what Zhong Cheng was thinking in his head.
But Lord Ghost King still kept his word. The ends of the long black hair were tangled and melted, gradually condensing into a group of translucent black wings. They jumped gently into Zhong Chengshuo's hands, light and soft, just enough for him to hold them in his arms.
Zhong Cheng said, holding them close to his chest like a full bouquet of black flowers.
"Thank you." Zhong Cheng muttered, with obvious satisfaction in his voice, "I particularly like this part of you."
"You're welcome." Yin Ren lay flat on his back, holding his hands on the edge of the quilt, his eyes still staring blankly at the ceiling.
Listen, "I particularly like this part of you"... He suddenly didn't want to know in what form Zhong Cheng said he liked himself.
After getting the wings, Zhong Cheng stopped reading the storybook. The man quickly returned to bed, took off his glasses, covered himself with a thin quilt, and pressed his wings tightly to his chest, as if he was afraid that Yin Ren would regret it.
After lying down on the bed, Zhong Cheng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and buried his face in the warm wings.
Its touch is very strange, like a warm water bag with many silk surfaces, and it feels softer and more elastic than a warm water bag. The wings were filled with Yin Ren's breath. Zhong Cheng said that smelling the warm and light aroma, his breathing quickly became even.
This is very painful for Yin Ren. He continued to imitate the coffin board on the bed, chewing his regret carefully - those wings were not particularly at his command. The most typical thing was that he could not control the touch of the wings.
Now they are like tender meat that has just grown out of a wound. They are incredibly sensitive and itchy for a long time even when you blow your breath. This was great, Zhong Cheng said, not only did he hug them tightly, but his warm breath also touched them directly from a distance.
Those beautiful hands reached into the wings, their fingers deeply inserted into the gaps in the wings, and they moved slightly unconsciously. The slightly rough fingertips stroked the newly born wings, and along with Zhong Cheng's moist breath, the touch was simply indescribable.
It was comparable to an extremely long and deep kiss.
Yin Ren's breathing couldn't help but become rapid. After realizing this, he immediately stopped breathing.
This is not shooting oneself in the foot, it is clearly summoning a swarm of meteorites to one's position. Mr. Fierce, who is more than a thousand years old, tasted insomnia for the first time tonight.
He simply turned around and looked at Zhong Cheng.
Yin Ren slept near the window. In order to make it easier to hold his wings, Zhong Cheng said he was facing Yin Ren's bed. The curtains were drawn tightly, but that didn't stop the evil spirit who could see at night.
"What on earth are you thinking about?"
The wings fluttered softly, adjusting their posture in Zhong Chengshuo's arms. One of the wings touched Zhong Chengshuo's lips. It was soft and a little cold.
Zhong Cheng's life trajectory is extremely standard. It is impossible for such a person to become the "King of Hell" for no reason, and it is even less possible for such a person to drive a serial murderer crazy just because of his interest. He must have a clear goal.
Studying himself as an evil being might also be within that goal... But since they became closer and closer, Zhong Cheng said that he did not mention it anymore.
Hair, blood, a small part of the body. If Zhong Cheng said he was willing to explain it to him, Yin Ren wouldn't mind giving it to him - he was extremely curious about his current situation and wished someone could figure it out with him.
However, Zhong Cheng said that he had been excluded, but he still had interest in researching other evil objects.
Yin Ren was elusive. He didn't know whether he was the strawberry left on the cake until the end, or whether he was a "research sample" excluded by the other party due to personal affairs. Before seeing this person clearly, he also couldn't hold anything back.
"What do you want to do?"
The wings flapped and moved, leaning against Zhong Chengshuo's arms.
What would it be like if one day they could become "accomplices" in the true sense
Yin Ren's head was spinning in confusion for several hours, and he finally managed to close his eyes. He left a few strands of his hair awake, constantly watching Xiang Jiang's movements, while the rest of his body fell into a deep sleep.
He had a long-lost dream.
Yin Ren rarely dreams. Even in his more than a thousand years of sleep, he never dreamed of anything. And in this place, on this night, he dreamed of the past.
That was a very, very long time ago. He dreamed of a ruined village and mournful villagers. He dreamed of the pieces of the evil thing that he had bitten into, and of the dark ghost blood everywhere.
And the severe pain that accompanies him all his life like a shadow. After sleeping for so long, he thought he had forgotten it.
At the end of the dream, he left the deserted village and headed towards the rolling mountains.
Yin Ren didn't like this dream.
But two very huge arms stretched out from behind him and hugged him. Thanks to them, the nightmare was a little less bad. There was a particularly big dandelion that came along with those arms, which made his head itch.
Yin Ren opened his eyes again, and it was already dawn.
Xiang Jiang didn't visit all night, but Zhong Cheng said he still kept the same position as when he was sleeping, but his face was buried deeper in the wings. The fur ball of his nightcap caught on the edge of the wing ball, causing one small wing to flutter.
Yin Ren took a deep breath and thought. A group of wings swarmed up and rubbed Zhong Chengshuo's face randomly.
Zhong Cheng hugged his wings tightly and poked his head out in a daze: "Morning?"
"Yes, it's morning." Yin Ren said sadly - he only slept for about two hours last night, and Ji Sha would not be haggard due to insomnia, but he still felt that he had suffered a heavy loss.
After all, you still have to go to work during the day.
Zhong Cheng glanced at the listless Yin Ren, lowered his head and kissed the edge of the wing closest to him. Yin Ren was caught off guard by the kiss and his whole body was shaken.
This time he felt the light bite and tip of his tongue that Zhong Cheng said.
"I'm going to see if breakfast is ready." Yin Ren gasped.
"Yeah." Zhong Cheng said, hugging the wings tightly.
"Then let me first... Zhong Cheng said, you should let go first." Lord Ghost King tried hard to snatch his own limbs, "I won't run around, I will have a chance next time."
"And next time?"
"...Yes." Yin Renpi twitched the corners of his mouth with a smile.
He had some suspicion that he was being set up, but he had no proof.
Forget it, I had to pull out my hair to accompany this guy before anyway, so that he could adapt to intimacy as soon as possible. This time the influence became two-way. They could barely adapt together, well, adapt together.
This morning, Yin Ren received two pieces of news, one bad and one good—
Unfortunately, the stewed vegetables are out of stock. They can only eat poached egg noodles with soy sauce, and the ingredients are provided by Mayor Ren. Mayor Ren went to the office early in the morning and was incredibly busy.
Fortunately, she left behind a common man guide. As long as this ordinary person is here, Shi'an will not make the scene too intense.
"My name is Qi Xin, clerk of the town government." The woman nodded to them, "Are you going to the mine in the south of the town? I will accompany you."
Unlike the fussy Mayor Ren, Qi Xin seems less approachable. She was as thin as a stick, and her hair was pulled into a tight bun on the back of her head. This man had slender eyebrows and slightly red eyes, as if he had just attended a funeral.
Her eyes swept over everyone present one by one, and finally stopped at Yin Ren.
"The mines in the south of the city are more dangerous. Mayor Ren doesn't believe in evil, but I need to tell you."
She continued dryly.
"Dozens of people have disappeared there over the years."
The author has something to say:
Xiao Yin: Damn it, my (normal person) kiss!
Xiao Zhong: Popping wings very naturally.
(End of chapter)