The eyes are full of green, and the originally unobstructed room is divided into two parts, the inside and the outside. The outside room of a few square meters has only one wall-mounted table, which is full of bottles and cans of medicine, and there are a few writings. Dense paper.
"This is the experimental data I'm doing, it's a bit messy, please don't mind."
Yuan Chen went to the desk and tidied up the scattered papers, then put the forms on the table. After scrutinizing it for a while, he lowered his head and circled some data on it, then picked up a pen and wrote something beside it.
Many things were meticulously decorated on the vine wall, similar to the artworks on the home shelf for viewing. Lu Tian walked over to take a closer look with interest, and happened to be between the two of them.
Zhou Zheng stood near the door, and found that the wall on the right was also hooked up with vines to form a railing, and there were also several bottles of unknown potions on it.
He glanced at the inner room at the back of the room and the washroom at the end of the right, glanced at the two people who were unaware, picked up a bottle of white potion on the wall pretending to be curious, and then deliberately sprinkled it on the back of his hand.
"Professor Yuan, I accidentally spilled this, I'm sorry."
He put down the medicine bottle angrily, and asked while covering his wet hands.
"Can I go to the bathroom and take a shower?"
Yuan Chen turned his head and looked at him with inexplicably dark eyes, as if he had seen all his clumsy thoughts. Then he raised the corners of his lips and smiled softly.
"Yes, the contents of that bottle are not harmful, just rinse it off in time."
Zhou Zheng's nervous heart relaxed a bit, then nodded, and went straight to the bathroom.
After quickly rinsing the liquid off the back of his hands, he didn't turn off the faucet, but held his breath and got out through the deliberately left open door.
Adjacent to the washroom is a completely enclosed inner room. He didn't see where the door was, and the airtight cover of the vines made him unable to start for a while.
After pondering for a while, he reached out and put his hand on the nearest vine, using his dissolution ability to melt the vine little by little. The leaked hole expanded from the size of a thumb to the size of a fist. He squatted down and carefully looked in.
The limited line of sight is clean furniture, but no one can be seen. He frowned slightly, and lowered his voice extremely low amidst the gushing sound of running water in the bathroom.
"Jiang Fu, Jiang Fu, are you in there?"
The silence of the air was like a stone sinking into the sea. He repeatedly shouted unwillingly, and it took a full minute before he heard a trance response as thin as a mosquito.
"Zhou...Zhou Zheng...?"
Zhou Zheng was overjoyed, but fearing that he would make a mistake again, he raised his tone a little and asked hastily.
"Jiang Fu, are you inside? Answer me!"
As if he finally realized that Zhou Zheng's voice was not a dream, the voice inside suddenly became chaotic and flustered, with disbelief that he had survived a desperate situation, and an unbearable broken cry.
"Zhou Zheng! Zhou Zheng, save me!"
A hand suddenly appeared in the narrow line of sight. The knuckles holding the small hole were white and slender, with well-defined joints, as if they had been fished out of the water, and were slightly wet under the light.
And every finger is embedded with extremely heavy hickey marks, and the soft and tender meat has conspicuous red marks, as if it has suffered some kind of dark torture.
The hand impatiently stretched out towards Zhou Zheng, eager for a little response from him.
Zhou Zheng suddenly took a deep breath, as if his whole heart was pinched by that hand, feeling sour and numb.
His face suddenly turned red, his heart was beating like a drum, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold it.
In an instant when the fingertips were only one centimeter away, a few slender vines suddenly drilled out of it, and with a ferocious force, they wrapped around the slender wrist and pulled it hard, and the delicate white hand disappeared in the surrounding area again. In front of Zheng.
Like a moonlight fish flying away from the window, you can't even see it and miss it.
Zhou Zheng's heart tightened, and before he could fight back, he saw the vines at the fist-like hole suddenly come alive, like a dragon guarding his beloved treasure, quickly re-wrapped and tightly blocked the gap again.
At the same time, a cold voice came from not far away.
"It takes so long for Captain Zhou to wash his hands."
The slender man had one hand in his pocket, and a faint smile hung on his handsome face. He looked harmless and gentle, but Zhou Zheng tensed his body the moment he appeared, and instinctively bent his right hand slightly. Response in the face of dire danger.
"Professor Yuan, what are you hiding from us?"
Zhou Zheng's voice was extremely tense, and he looked straight at him with sharp eyes.
Yuan Chen pulled up the corner of his lips, mocking lightly.
"This is my private matter, so I don't need to report it to Commander Zhou."
"Jiang Fu is the one I rescued, and I have the right to guarantee his safety!"
Zhou Zheng retorted sharply, and felt an inexplicable sense of confidence the moment he spoke, as if he had the privilege to do certain things in this way.
But Yuan Chen's complexion suddenly darkened because of his words, all the polite smiles disappeared without a trace, and the eyes staring at Zhou Zheng were as cold as iron, he said lightly.
"Jiang Fu is mine, it's not your turn to talk."
"Impossible! You definitely forced him!"
Facing the terrifying coercion emanating from Yuan Chen's body, Zhou Zheng stared at him with blazing eyes, gritted his trembling teeth and retorted in a deep voice.
Yuan Chen sneered, and said slowly.
"Really, why don't you listen to him with your own ears?"
Zhou Zheng didn't expect him to mention Jiang Fu so calmly, and when he didn't know how to answer in a daze, the doorbell of the room was suddenly rang frantically. Lu Tian, who was closest to the door, poked his head out to open the door, and said After a few words, his face changed drastically, and he turned around and shouted at the two of them.
"It's not good! Shi Sang escaped!"
The tense hostile atmosphere just now was suddenly diluted. Zhou Zheng frowned and glanced at the vines in the inner room, clenched his back molars, and then quickly walked towards Yuan Chen, urging in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.
"Go and settle Shi Sang's matter first, and we'll continue talking when we get back."
Yuan Chen snorted softly, and turned to let him go first.
Zhou Zheng glanced at him with a sullen face, suppressed all resentful thoughts and left the room first.
He is the person in charge of the base, and he cannot delay the safety of everyone in the base by entangled in his children's personal affairs.
After all the irrelevant people disappeared into the room, Yuan Chen walked towards the inner room unhurriedly, and the vines blocking him were automatically separated one by one, revealing the bright and bright inner room.
Looking from the direction of the door, one can only see that he is bending over and talking to the people inside, his gentle eyebrows reveal touching pampering, and the lingering love is like a net that completely binds people.
After whispering for a while, he finally smiled and coaxed.
"Cheng Cheng, be good, don't lose your temper."
The vines followed the owner's will to wrap the room again, the heavy footsteps gradually moved away, the door was locked with a click, and the long silence fell again.
Leaning back slowly, the vines around his wrist suddenly tightened, pulling forward as if he was afraid that he would run away.
Jiang Fu blinked and said in a low voice.
"I want to change my posture, it's a little uncomfortable."
The soft vines stretched their teeth and claws and twisted a few times, as if they were thinking seriously, and relaxed a little after a while.
Jiang Fu turned over, put his arms on his head, and lay on his back on the soft big bed in a daze.
The vines around him are extremely obsessed with his white, greasy and gentle skin, like a child who can't bear to be lonely, leaning against him and rubbing against him. The sticky plant liquid has stained his whole body, and it hasn't dried up since the first day he entered this room .
Yuan Chen was gentle, patient, considerate to him, coupled with the ubiquitous vine assistant, Jiang Fu enjoyed the life of lying in the corpse for more than half a month, so comfortable that he almost lost all life skills.
Woo... everything is fine except for the back pain that is always tired and the legs that don't close together.
He scratched the vine sliding in his palm, bossing around lazily.
"I want to eat potato chips."
The vine trembled tremblingly due to his touch, and then quickly rushed to a pile of snacks on the sofa not far away, accurately wrapped a few bags of potato chips, then retracted, and tore open the potato chips neatly The bag was graciously stuffed into Jiang Fu's arms.
After eating and drinking for a while, Jiang Fu pinched the vine branches and reported.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
His white and greasy feet stepped on the dark black carpet, and every time he took a step, there were naughty vines scratching his soles. Jiang Fu muttered and stomped his feet to avoid them, and bent down to beat them lightly.
"Stop scratching, it's so itchy."
The voice wrapped in a smile has a trembling ending, which hooks people's hearts lightly and warmly.
The vines froze for a moment, and then suddenly sprang up and wrapped around his flexible waist, dragging the unsteady man directly into the bathroom.
Disorganized breathing and hasty struggles were blocked in the frosted glass window, and only the thin and slender traces of the graceful figure could be seen on the window, accompanied by the indistinct sound, gradually enlarged by the shower. It was broken with dripping sound.
An hour later, Jiang Fu curled up in bed in a daze to sleep, his jet-black hair wrapped in dampness, and his slightly wrinkled eyebrows revealed a sense of pitiful weakness.
He moved around a little bit, and after changing several positions, he was uncomfortable, so he could only bury his head in the quilt, crying and cursing in a muffled voice.
"Yuan Yuan, you are a big villain, you know how to bully me."
The vines outside the quilt circled around him in bewilderment, then carefully burrowed into the quilt, skillfully finding the light and heavy pressure on the young man's back waist, while the other vines approached his palm in a flattering manner. Kneaded by him to vent his anger.
Jiang Fu poked his head out from under the quilt, and scolded the rare and well-behaved vine with a straight face.
"Yuanyuan, if you go too far in the future, I will be angry. I really can't stand it."
The vines twisted their green body a little anxiously, as if they couldn't suppress their inner desire, but because of Jiang Fu's warning, they had to move towards Jiang Fu inch by inch, and secretly hooked his little finger to act like a spoiled child. .
Jiang Fu shook off the sticky vines and muttered.
"I've decided, I won't talk to you until you come back, hum."
He turned over slowly, with his back to the vines and continued to sulk. The vines clumsily touched him a few times and found no response, so they slumped down and slumped on the bed, clinging to his back and fell silent.