Shen Kong really didn't expect things to develop like this.
Han Li's sudden straight ball was too unexpected. He blinked in a daze and didn't react for a while. He didn't know what to say.
The air is filled with moist warm water mist. The bright lights turn the steaming water vapor in the bathroom into translucent clouds, which pour in from the crack of the half-open door. The water vapor is filled with the light citrus fragrance of shower gel. , mixed with the body temperature of the two people and slowly dissipated.
Han Li relaxed his hold on Shen Kong's arm slightly, his palms and fingertips touching his skin tenderly, and he just leaned forward slightly to close the distance between the two.
His eyes were dark and deep, like extremely deep wells shrouded in hazy water mist. He stared intently into the sky, his voice was low and soft, like a feather:
"It's not like you don't have feelings, right?"
His eyes were bright and hot, like thick and sweet maple syrup, and like lava that was about to erupt and flow, almost igniting the slightly cooled air.
Shen Kong lowered his eyes quietly and stared at him. His posture seemed to be relaxed, but also seemed to be in a state of tension all the time. There were not many unnecessary expressions on his face with deep and sharp outlines. His lowered eyelashes covered his eyes. He seemed to be thinking about something, but he seemed to be thinking about nothing.
The light coated his upper body with a light layer of molten gold, and the graceful and smooth texture contained an amazing sense of power. Even the horrific layers of scars were like the lines carved on a marble statue, giving people a sense of power. A terrifying deterrent.
Han Li had the illusion that the other party could break his neck in the next second, or pull away and push him away.
For him, perhaps the second option is more deadly,
Panic swam up like a snake and slowly strangled his throat. He waited in fear for the judgment to come.
At this moment, Shen Kong moved.
He raised his hand to hold Han Li's palm on his arm, and then gently but irresistibly pulled his arm away from his palm.
Han Li felt his heart slowly sinking. Something cold and dark seeped out of his chest bit by bit, occupying his entire body quickly and silently. He thought calmly and rationally:
It doesn't matter.
He can afford to wait.
In front of the opponent, all his bargaining chips and means have lost value, and all his advantages and tactics cannot be put to use, but so what? After all, as early as the moment he was tempted, he had already lost everything and was completely defeated.
He is a penniless desperate gambler, risking everything he has to gamble on a heartbeat and a return.
Han Li put down his hands restrainedly, lowered his eyes to hide the turbulent emotions in his eyes, and his voice remained calm: "I'm sorry..."
Before he finished speaking, Shen Kong's lips swallowed his words. His fingers were as hot as his own. They pressed tightly on the back of Han Li's neck and pulled him into his arms. His The kissing method was extremely aggressive, and even the bitter grass smell on his body was special and powerful. Mixed with the faint citrus aroma of the shower gel, it enveloped him like a big net, making Han Li feel dizzy.
The kiss lasted less than half a minute.
After the two separated, Han Li still looked in disbelief and froze in place. It took a long time before he finally realized what had just happened:
"you… "
His eyes slowly lit up, perhaps because the surprise and panic in Han Li's eyes were too bright and dazzling. Shen Kong couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly, then raised his hand to hold Han Li's neck, and rubbed his fingertips roughly With his twitching Adam's apple, he felt the other person's warm pulse beating crazily under his palm. He moved closer and whispered in Han Li's ear:
"You're right."
He slowly tightened his palms, watching Han Li raise his head in discomfort due to his restraint, his breathing rate speeding up due to suffocation, the pulsing sound of arteries hitting Shen Kong's fingers, but he still did not resist at all, and He looked at him more intently and passionately.
Shen Kong felt itchy for a moment.
His neck is so fragile. As long as he bends it slightly, there will be a crisp snapping sound between the spine and the spine. The white bones will pierce the soft skin, with a spurt of hot blood that seems to never stop beating. Then, the eyes that always disturbed his mood would finally lose their luster and no longer look at him with the kind of eyes that made him upset.
He slowly rubbed Han Li's jawline with his fingertips and pressed on his artery.
... However, there always seems to be a trace of resistance that prevents him from starting.
Shen Kong lowered his eyes, restrained the violent emotions surging in his heart, and slowly let go of his hand. But before he could close the distance between the two, Han Li quickly grabbed his hand. , and then quickly took a step forward, with the same bloody desire buried deep in his eyes.
He licked his lower lip and said in a low and hoarse voice:
"Again?"
As he said that, Han Li raised his hand and hugged Shen Kong's shoulders, and then bit his lips under the other's suppressed gaze.
It was like the bite of a wild beast or a battle of strength. The hard teeth and soft lips and tongues collided and crushed each other unwillingly. Their kiss was filled with a strong smell of blood, as if they were going to tear each other apart and swallow them into their throats. It seemed that the slight pain aroused the combative factor in their bones, making their kiss feel like a fight.
They stumbled and rolled into a ball.
While fighting for control, Han Li's legs hit the edge of the bed. A faint cry of pain escaped his throat, and his whole body shook slightly.
Shen Kong was keenly aware that something was wrong with him, propped himself up on the edge of the bed, and looked down at his legs.
Before he could say anything, Han Li came up again and seemed to want to continue, but was forcefully pushed back by Shen Kong. He raised his eyebrows and asked businesslikely:
"what happened?"
Seemingly realizing that he could no longer pretend that nothing happened, Han Li sighed regretfully and had no choice but to stand up as well:
"...It's nothing, I just scratched it when I was going downstairs."
Shen Kong raised his eyes and glanced at him indifferently. He didn't believe what he said. He just raised his chin and said, "Open it and take a look."
Han Li hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist Shen Kong, so he had to roll up his trouser legs. His slender and pale calves were slowly exposed with his movements, and then, there was a green man with a ferocious knife edge lying on it. The black knees were much worse than when Shen Kong saw them a few years ago.
Three feet of ice did not freeze in a day, and this level of damage could never be caused in one day. What's more, with Han Li's current power and financial resources, no matter how bad the old wounds are, they should be healed. How could it be in such a bad situation
Shen Kong frowned and looked at Han Li, but Han Li looked away. He bent his knees, as if to avoid Shen Kong's scrutiny, and explained:
"... There are too many things going on recently, and sometimes I forget... "
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Shen Kong: "So, this was caused recently?"
Shen Kong's voice was still calm, with almost no questioning tone, but it still made people feel a chill in their backs. Han Li's previously unpredictable business tycoon appearance was completely shattered at this moment. He lowered his head in scorn, Like a child who has done something wrong.
Shen Kong's expression showed no emotion or anger: "So, you just like to abuse yourself?"
Han Li's voice became lower and lower: "... No, it's just..."
The voice behind him became smaller and smaller, and in the end it seemed to be just a grunt in the throat. Even Shen Kong didn't hear it clearly: "Just what?"
Han Li seemed to be willing to risk everything. He took a deep breath, raised his head and looked directly at Shen Kong, and said solemnly:
"It's just... this is the only thing you have left with me."
A wound.
Nothing else.
No matter whether he arrived or left, Shen Kong left no trace, as if a gust of wind blew over the sand dunes and was swallowed up by the rolling desert in an instant. He briefly borrowed someone else's appearance and identity, and in a very short time He returned it inside, and then disappeared without a trace, as if he had never been here. Even though Han Li was very sure of what he had experienced, he couldn't help but fall into a trance of self-doubt when he returned from his dream at midnight.
Did he really show up
Isn't everything really an illusion born in his loneliness and isolation
Which world is real? Is it the one who was pulled back from the edge of the cliff, or the one who fell into the endless abyss
Only the pain in his knees reminded him that what had happened was not his imagination. The man stretched out his hand and pulled him back from the edge of the cliff, calling him "kid" in a calm and joking tone, in the classroom shrouded in sunlight. Lying on the table and sleeping soundly, she held his hand in the room filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, pulled the cold and hard metal away from his palm, and then whispered in his ear:
"Let me help you."
The coldness seeping from the gaps in the bones spreads bit by bit from the knees, like thousands of insects and ants gnawing and crawling under the skin. In the dead of night, you can almost hear them devouring flesh, blood and nerves. The sound, and this shuddering, panic-inducing, excruciating pain, is particularly sweet to Han Li. Such torture can always remind him that he is still alive, remind him of what is missing in his life, remind him Looking at him...
He is waiting for someone.
A person who doesn’t know when or if he will come.
A person who was so cruel that he didn't want to leave anything behind. He only left him a memory, a name, and a scar.
He didn't refuse treatment, he just refused to forget.
Shen Kong stared at him silently for a long time, with an unpredictable expression in his narrowed eyes. It was impossible to tell from his expression what he was thinking now, let alone what he was going to do next - he never It was like this, as difficult to fathom as the deep sea, as elusive as the mist, and as uncaptured as the air. Han Li could only use the clumsiest method - waiting.
Just then, he moved.
Shen Kong bent down and pressed a shallow kiss on his knee.
It was as gentle as a dream, as gentle as if it shouldn't appear on that tortured skin. Han Li shivered from being burned, and then he gritted his teeth fiercely to prevent any sound from blurting out.
He still remembered the promises and big words he had made in that hospital corridor when he was young and frivolous.
At that time, he said that he would definitely catch him.
But now Han Li finally realized that the one who was firmly grasped and could not break free from the beginning was himself.