Rimbaud looked at him, couldn't help brushing away the hair that blocked his eyes, and gently stroked his eyelashes with his knuckles. His half-prone posture pressed two wrinkles on the half of the face next to the pillow, and Rimbaud smoothed it with his fingertips.
Bai Chunian's eyelashes trembled, he half-opened his eyes sleepily, and seeing Rimbaud lying beside him, he closed his eyes again in peace, rubbing his body against Rimbaud, making him turn around and lie on his side, Putting a wristband on Omega's waist, hugging him stickily from behind.
Rimbaud turned his back to him, and the alpha behind him was naked, with his hot chest pressed against his back, his high nose rubbed against the back of his neck, and sniffed close to the dimples of his shoulders and neck.
"Good morning, wife." The voice was soft and lazy, dragging the cohesive ending hoarsely.
"It's already afternoon," said Rimbaud.
Bai Chu gave a young voice, and looked back at his watch. The clock on the wall was expensive and elegant, obviously not his taste: "Huh? Whose house is this, where is it?"
"Doctor Han's house." Rimbaud glanced back at him, "You brought me back from the sea of aphids, forget?"
"Oh... no wonder it smells like fried melon seeds." Bai Chunian lazily shrank back under the blanket, hugged Lan Bo and sniffed for a long time with his eyes closed, then stretched his hands into Lan Bo's shorts to play with his baby boredly, for a while, He said slowly: "I have a little impression."
"Oh, that's right." Bai Chunian woke up suddenly, propped himself up to make Rimbaud lie flat, opened his T-shirt, saw the bandages on his chest, and frowned, "Is this okay? Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt if you don't touch it." Rimbaud also sat up, propped the bed with one hand, lifted the hem of his clothes with the other hand, and looked down to see if there was any blood oozing out, "It's okay. I was beaten and killed many times when I was young. Not a serious injury."
"Tsk, you're still young now, and you're not old even among mermaids." Bai Chunian smoothed his hair with his fingers, "Wait a minute, I'll find a pair of underpants to wear."
Rimbaud pointed to the low cabinet: "Doctor Han just sent someone to deliver it."
Bai Chunian took a pair of clean underwear and put it on, standing in front of the full-length mirror in a daze.
Rimbaud looked over and smiled.
The underpants are printed with cartoon cat cat head flowers.
"What, why, did I offend him?" Bai Chunian had no choice but to put on a pair of black outerwear shorts and an ordinary black vest, and asked while putting it on, "Is the ship okay? There are no casualties, right? I have to go back to the search department, you go back with me and ask Brother Han to wrap you up again, I will watch if you wrap it too tightly."
"Doctor Han said, you can't go out now, you have to stay here until they get the Synthetin and completely stabilize your body. Before that, you have to keep injecting the dissociating agent." Rimbaud could only say one by one Ten explained to Bai Chunian his current situation, so it was inevitable to tell him what happened when Dr. Han and the others came to see him in the morning.
After listening, Bai Chunian petrified by the bed, stunned for half a minute, then slowly slipped and fell on the bed, with his head stuck under the pillow.
Lan Bo climbed up and shook him, Bai Chunian twitched, and mumbled: "If there is an atomic bomb that explodes in front of my face in a minute, and I can only say one word, I will say don't save me, thank you .”
"Forget it." Bai Chunian pulled his head out from under the pillow, and worriedly lifted Rimbaud's clothes, "I'm really all right, untie me and see how the wound is doing."
Rimbaud took off his shirt, opened the bandages on his body with a hydration steel knife, and untied them one by one.
"Look."
His back is covered with flame lion patterns, which are the permanent marks Bai Chunian left on him. There are scars that cannot be removed under the lion patterns. The scars are no longer visible.
Bandages fell onto the bed one by one, even the innermost bandage was not stained with much blood, after the last layer of bandage was removed by Rimbaud, Bai Chunian saw the wound on his chest.
This was a penetrating wound, piercing through the sternum from the back. As a human being, even if the injury was not caused by a deadly weapon such as the Dead Sea Heart Rock Knife, he would have died, and Rimbaud could still chat and laugh with him.
And his wound was also different from ordinary people's wounds. The edges of the incision were neat and smooth, all the blood stains had been purified, and the surrounding skin was also clean and white.
"Hey..." Bai Chunian stretched out his hand repeatedly in distress, but he didn't dare to touch him.
"My body is also very interesting, let me show you." Rimbaud put his arms around his neck and made him bow his head to his wound.
What Bai Chunian vaguely saw from the unhealed wound was not bright red flesh and blood, but dark blue, surging ocean currents.
"You touch." Lan Bo grabbed Bai Chunian's hand, brought his fingertips to touch his wound, and slowly stretched into the wound.
Bai Chunian's eyes widened: "Don't! You hurt!"
"It doesn't hurt, as long as it's not the Dead Sea Heart Rock, I won't be hurt." Rimbaud squeezed his wrist and said softly, "Close your eyes, you can touch something good."
Bai Chunian had lingering fears in his heart, but he closed his eyes obediently. He felt his hands being gently washed by a gust of cold sea water. Rimbaud's body was not full of flesh and blood, but a more holy and gentle sea.
As the cold water flowed through his fingertips, Bai Chunian felt that he had touched the boundless void, his heart became peaceful, and his breathing became even.
Suddenly, the fingertips seemed to touch a hard, angular object, very cold, much lower than the surrounding temperature, it seemed to be a piece of ore. Bai Chunian stroked along the edge of the ore to the upper left, and found that it was missing a corner.
The shape of the notch is the same as the ore inlaid on the fishbone earrings that Bai Chunian is wearing on his ears at this time.
"This is my heart, and it is also the source of water on the entire planet. I broke off a small piece and gave it to you before." Rimbaud leaned close to him and chuckled in his ear, "This is my most precious thing. Humans will Say 'mission,' and that's the right word."
Lan Bo led him to pull out his hand. Bai Chunian looked at his hand in surprise. There was no blood or water on it, but the fine lines on the skin became very light, and the nails grew a lot.
"Well, it's fun." Rimbaud cut his nails short with hydrating steel scissors, "The heart of the living, the source of life, is the opposite of the Dead Sea core rock given to you."
"Good guy, it's amazing..." Bai Chunian compared his two hands in surprise. The hand that was just pulled out looked like a newborn's, smooth and white, and the gun calluses and scars on the hand had disappeared.
He brought the medicine box, unpacked a bag of new bandages, wrapped Rimbaud's wounds tightly close to the skin, tied a delicate little bow on the side of his waist, and then hugged Rimbaud between his legs, Crossing his legs around him, resting his chin on his shoulder, he rubbed against him in frustration.
"Why are you still in pain? I told you it doesn't hurt." Rimbaud raised his hand and rubbed his face, "I tried my best to make you happy."
"I don't know. You want to prove that you won't die, but I feel that you are more fragile. You don't seem like a real creature. You can't be imagined by me. I'm a little afraid of what's going on." Bai Chunian The soothing pheromone is released, allowing his wounds to heal faster, "I don't need to coax, I will be the happiest when I wake up and see you when I open my eyes."
Lan Bo laughed again, turned around and sat on Bai Chunian's crotch, put his hands on his neck, tilted his head and kissed his lips, the tip of his tongue twitched his teeth: "obe?"
Bai Chunian's Adam's apple twitched.
The downstairs doorbell suddenly rang, interrupting their interest, and Bai Chunian remembered that this was Brother Han's house, he was too presumptuous on his bed, and he would definitely teach him a lesson when he went back.
Han Xingqian received a message from Lan Bo, saying that Bai Chunian had recovered his humanoid mimicry, so he put down his work at hand, took medicine and monitoring instruments and drove over here.
It was still Rimbaud who came to open the door. As soon as the door opened, there was a sticky smell of white thorn rose and brandy coming out of it. Han Xingqian knew what they were doing in his home. He sighed deeply and said with a headache. : "Is there anything about my office and home that particularly attracts you?"
Rimbaud was in a good mood, and raised the corners of his lips: "Then what reward do you want?"
"Come on, last time you threw a cultural relic from the Han Dynasty to my teacher, and it scared the old man." Han Xingqian rarely saw him smile, and couldn't help being dazzled by this bright face. Rimbaud is indeed good-looking, with a kind of detached beauty and Extravagance.
He went upstairs directly with Rimbaud, and asked by the way: "Is he sleeping now?"
"Wake up. Let the wind blow on the balcony."
Rimbaud pushed open the bedroom door. Since the balcony doors and windows were wide open, the pheromone smell inside had almost dissipated. Bai Chunian stood by the balcony railing, with his back to them, and seemed to be staring intently at the railing. of two sparrows.
"Little Bai." Han Xingqian called him, but Bai Chunian didn't respond.
Lan Bo also noticed something strange, and quickly walked towards the balcony, but Bai Chunian's left hand had been replaced by a lion's claw, and he moved very quickly, and pressed down on a sparrow on the railing, and the sparrow was immediately caught by his sharp claws. After piercing it, Bai Chunian squatted down, stuffed the half-dead sparrow into his mouth and swallowed it, licking the blood from the tip of the claw.
Lan Bo was stunned, Bai Chunian suddenly turned his head, the corners of his eyes were raised, the center of which had lost the pupil, and the whole eyes were burning with blue will-o'-the-wisps, very similar to the lionized appearance last night.
Han Xingqian said decisively: "Ranbo, hold him down!"
He put down the equipment box, rushed up from two directions of the balcony together with Lan Bo, and dragged Bai Chunian down when he was about to jump on the railing and jumped down. Han Xingqian held down his legs, and Lan Bo Pressing on him, he folded his hands back, and drew a Dead Sea Heart Rock chain from the collar to bind it firmly.
After more than ten minutes of tossing, they managed to control Bai Chunian, who was about to turn into a lion again. Bai Chunian was struggling, rolling and roaring, no different from a beast out of control.
Han Xingqian wiped his sweat, asked Lan Bo to hold him, took out a dissociating agent, lifted the cloth on his back, touched a spot with his fingertips along the spine, and quickly inserted the soft needle into it. The potion was injected into the spine, and the blue will-o'-the-wisp in Bai Chunian's eyes went out again, and the white lion mimicry on his body faded, and he lay weakly on his side on the ground, his pupils were dilated, and he was panting shortly with his mouth slightly open.
Rimbaud had a bloodstain on his face with his sharp claws, and Han Xingqian also dealt with Rimbaud.
Rimbaud showed no expression, the wounds on his face were slowly healing, but his eyes were dimmed. He sat on the ground silently with his hands on his knees, looked at Xiaobai who was lying on the ground with loose eyes, weak and panting, and gently swipe his fingertips. Muttering to himself: "He was fine just now."
"This is the period of evil, the precursor of the deterioration period. Indiscriminate destruction and massacre are their factory settings. Even though Xiaobai has lived among us for four years and his habits have been assimilated by human beings, he still cannot resist his instinct. Let him go." Going out will cause a large-scale disaster like the undead." Han Xingqian took out a monitoring device and connected it to Bai Chunian, and drew several tubes of blood for him.
After the injection of the dissociating agent, Bai Chunian was too weak to move. Rimbaud carried him to bed, then handcuffed his neck and limbs with dead sea core rocks, and closed the balcony doors and windows tightly.
"I'm not going to take the risk of transferring him. When some senior professors from the Medical Association come for consultation, wait a minute, don't worry." Han Xingqian left the monitoring equipment in the bedroom, tossed for a long time with dry mouth, and went to the tea room Poured a glass of water.
Rimbaud sat across from him, holding the black tea cup handed by Han Xingqian, looking out of the window in a daze.
"By the way, I heard that the fishermen who were rescued by the PBB ship jointly petitioned the Fisheries Association to cast a statue for you and put it in the Marina Square." Han Xingqian wanted to make Rimbaud feel more relaxed, and took out his mobile phone to browse the website. Show him the photos, and want him to divert his attention and not be too anxious.
"Look, the places are circled, and now the residents of the coastal cities are talking about you, and the news is reporting."
Rimbaud was not interested, he still looked out of the window, and said calmly: "I don't need people to affirm my value, and I'm not as selfless and compassionate as they think. If their lives can make him sober, I will sink." They don't know how to blink. It's a pity they can't, no one can replace my Xiaobai, I can only watch him walk away from me step by step."