The bedroom light was dim, but Sangya's eyes were still bloodshot. He seemed to be afraid that You Que would rob him of something. There was a hint of neurotic suspicion and uneasiness in his eyes. His fingertips turned blue, and his force was so great that he almost crushed his wrist bones.
You Que frowned and pried open Sang Ya's hand. He didn't understand what happened yesterday and asked in a deep voice, "What happened to you? Why did Fei Wen and the others suddenly lock you in the room? And the injury on your back..."
“Crash!”
Before You Que could finish his words, he was unexpectedly pushed aside by Sang Ya, who lost balance and fell off the bed, looking humiliated.
"Can't you hear me telling you to get out?!"
The ground was full of broken vase pieces, but Sanya seemed to feel no pain and struggled to move back. His back was pressed against the cabinet, cold sweat slid down his pale cheeks, and his breath was filled with the faint smell of male insect pheromones.
This smell aroused Sanya's emotions and reason.
But his body was in pain.
It was as if a blunt knife was slowly cutting through the flesh and bones on his back, digging deep and smashing it. The pain was so fresh in his memory that he felt worse than death. His body trembled uncontrollably.
It hurts...
Sanya thought he had almost forgotten that feeling. After all, this small town was so ordinary and remote, so far away that he could leave behind his dirty past. So far away that he thought he would become an ordinary female insect and live out the rest of his life in mediocrity.
Sanya was naked, and when Youque pressed him on the edge of the bed, he was most concerned about the scar on his back that he could not show to others. His face was forced to be buried in the quilt, veins on his forehead bulged, and he struggled with red eyes: "Don't touch me! Believe it or not, I will kill you!"
"Well."
But it turns out that it still can’t.
When Sanya was serving in the army, he was accidentally injured while on a mission. He was also lying half naked on the operating table, without any resistance. The doctors used cold knives to cut open his back and removed the wings that were connected to his flesh and blood.
After he finished speaking, he remembered something and freed one hand to push away the long hair on Sanya's back, only to see two uneven scars on the other's shoulder blades, crisscrossing and looking hideous.
Sang Ya released his grip on You Que's mouth, leaving a trace of blood on his pale lips. He closed his eyes weakly and repeated in a hoarse voice: "Don't touch... Don't touch me..."
But his embrace was warm, and the temperature penetrated through the shirt and went straight to the skin, as if it could melt all the frost.
Sanya's body froze, and then he struggled even harder. His eyes turned red with anger, and he said with shame and despair as if he had been stripped naked: "Let go! Youque!"
You Que spent a lot of effort to restrain Sangya. His brows were furrowed, and his face was solemn under the light and shadow: "What happened? Did Feiwen and the others do something to you?!"
But Sanya didn't listen. With red eyes, she bit the edge of his palm, and soon she smelled blood.
You Que's pheromone smell is very light, and you can't even smell it if you don't get close to him. That smell is like ebony soaked in rain, with a little dampness and bitterness, mixed with a little tobacco fragrance, and it is even more silent and cold than a cold winter night.
"Don't look! Do you believe I will dig out your eyes?!"
A butterfly without wings is just an ugly mud worm; an eagle with broken wings is doomed to die.
I don’t know if it was because of the quilt, but Sanya finally felt a little safe. The fishy-sweet blood spread between his lips and teeth, and the pheromones hidden in it once again disrupted his mental strength that had finally calmed down.
Sanya didn’t know how long he could hold on. He curled up unconsciously and whispered in pain: “Kill me… Kill me…”
Seeing that Sang Ya's palm was cut by the vase fragments, You Que stepped forward and grabbed his wrist. The latter struggled violently, but You Que restrained his arms and pressed him against the edge of the bed from behind.
Sanya's teeth trembled, as if he really wanted to bite off a piece of his flesh.
You Que groaned in pain, and cold sweat oozed from his back. He wrapped Sanya tightly with a quilt, trying his best to calm the female insect, and whispered in her ear: "Okay, I won't look, don't be afraid, I won't look."
Heat, emptiness, pain, and fatigue.
You Que had always thought that Sanya was just a female insect with a bad temper, but he didn't expect her to be such a ruthless person. He frowned and pulled the quilt over to wrap Sanya up. He was worried that her voice would attract Feiwen and the others, so he put his hand over Sanya's mouth and said, "Shh, don't make a sound, I came in secretly."
You Que paused after hearing this, and slowly reached out to push away the messy hair on Sanya's face, only to see that the other party had bitten his lower lip and it was covered with blood. He held Sanya's teeth, not understanding what this female insect had experienced, and could only wrap the messy sheets tightly and carry him back to the bed.
You Que leaned over and put Sang Ya on the bed, then pulled out a pillow and placed it behind his head. He glanced casually and saw that Sang Ya's hand was cut by the vase fragments and was covered in blood. He turned and walked into the bathroom next to him.
You Que found a clean towel from the washstand, wet it with hot water and wrung it out. Just as he was about to leave, he saw a very familiar shirt hanging on the edge of the bathtub. He picked it up and saw that it was the shirt that was accidentally wet by wine last time.
Didn't Sanya say he was lost? How did he appear here
You Que frowned, and as if to confirm something, he turned the shirt over and over again, and found that it was the same one he wore at the beginning, even the cuffs were exactly the same, but for some reason it was wrinkled and looked like it had been ravaged.
But now is obviously not the time to think about this kind of question.
You Que couldn't figure out the reason, so he threw the shirt back to its place and walked out with a towel. He returned to the bed, lowered his eyes and wiped the blood on Sanya's palm, thinking about how to ask Feiwen about Sanya's situation later, and didn't notice that the female insect on the bed had opened her eyes at some point.
Sang Ya seemed to be more awake, but his eyes were still red. He slowly turned his head to look at the bedside, only to see You Que helping him clean the wound on his palm. His fingertips clenched silently, leaving a mottled bloodstain on the pure white towel.
You Que paused when he saw this, knowing that Sang Ya should have woken up, and his voice was unexpectedly calm and steady: "Have you calmed down?" Upon hearing this, Sang Ya felt an inexplicable anger in his heart, even though this anger was groundless and unreasonable.
He hated You Que for not leaving just now.
He hated the other person for seeing something he shouldn't have seen.
It is his naked body, the scars, and the true face beneath this beautiful skin...
Some things can't be put back once they're punctured.
Sang Ya struggled to get up from the bed, his face pale and gloomy. Without warning, he stretched out his hand to grab You Que's throat and said coldly: "Any insect that has seen my back will die. Believe it or not, I will kill you now!"
His hands were shaking, and he didn't know whether it was because of the pain or because he couldn't bear to do it.
You Que obviously would not be intimidated by him, and asked back, "Why?"
He paused. "Because those wounds are ugly?"
You Que's words obviously touched Sang Ya's sore spot. As soon as he finished speaking, the hand on his neck suddenly tightened a bit, and his breathing suddenly choked.
Sang Ya felt that these words coming from You Que's mouth were more piercing than those coming from anyone else. With a sinister look in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Say it again?!"
So this is really the reason.
You Que understood something in his heart, but he grabbed Sanya's wrist and pried it away from his neck little by little: "You have heard it clearly, why do you want me to say it again?"
Sanya had been injected with anesthetic, so his strength was naturally no match for his. His fingertips were torn off abruptly, leaving a mottled bloodstain.
Sang Ya stared at You Que, who looked indifferent. Suddenly, a sense of inexplicable disappointment rose in his heart, spreading like ripples. He clenched his fingertips silently, with such force that his nails dug into his flesh. He wanted to say something, but felt that there was no need to say anything.
"… go out."
After a long silence, he uttered two words in a hoarse voice, his face looking extremely ugly.
You Que did not leave, but turned the towel over, sat on the bed and forcibly wiped the cold sweat and blood off Sang Ya's face. The female insect struggled desperately, but he grabbed her wrist and hugged her tightly, and shouted softly: "Don't move!"
You Que's voice was serious, and Sang Ya froze unconsciously for a moment when he heard it.
You Que had never comforted anyone, nor had he been comforted by anyone. When he saw Sang Ya's expression change, he realized that his unintentional question had touched the other person's sore spot. He paused and said, "You think it's ugly, I never said it's ugly."
Sanya paused again.
You Que didn't know if it was appropriate for him to hug Sang Ya like this. After all, they usually just had an ambiguous relationship and there was nothing breakthrough. But at this moment, other than hugging, he couldn't think of a better way to comfort her.
You Que hugged Sangya tightly, remembering that the female insect had just asked for death and wanted to kill someone, and frowned and asked, "Did someone bully you?"
His voice was low and calm, no different from usual, but if you listened carefully, you could easily sense the concern and attention in it.
Sang Ya closed her sore eyes and said nothing. She just buried her face slowly in You Que's shoulder and tightly grasped the clothes on his back.
Seeing that he didn't answer, You Que asked again, "Is it Fei Wen and the others?"
Sanya closed his eyes and shook his head, still saying nothing.
You Que patted Sanya's back through the quilt, remembering that the wounds had already scabbed over and looked quite old, so they should have nothing to do with what happened today. It was just that he was too surprised when he saw it just now, and subconsciously ignored this point: "Then why did they lock you in the room?"
After hearing this, Sanya finally opened his eyes and uttered a few words in a hoarse voice: "My mental power is in chaos..."
Now the person who was stunned became You Que.
Although he had lived among the Zerg for some time, he still did not know much about this race. Upon hearing this, he remembered that female Zergs had a period of mental turmoil. Once an attack occurred, they might lose their minds and hurt people. This was probably why Fivian and the others locked the door.
You Que subconsciously let go of Sanya: "Are you okay? I'll take you to the hospital?"
Sang Ya saw the undisguised worry in You Que's eyes, and his blood could not help but surge for a moment, more intense and real than any other time, as if clamoring for something. His cold fingertips slowly moved down along You Que's sturdy arms, and finally circled his waist, turning around and pressing the male insect onto the bed.
Sanya's body was still weak, but it did not affect his perception of male insect pheromones at all. He buried his head in Youque's neck, his silver-gray hair cascading down, entwining their fingertips like a snake.
“No need to go to the hospital…”
Sanya's voice was hoarse and low, carrying a dangerous venom.
"It's enough for you to be here..."
(End of this chapter)