He Holds a Rose from the Abyss

Chi Lang: "Yes. But I think... too soon... Are we about to transition to a physical relationship?"

Sheffield licked the pinna of his ear and said in a low voice, "I want to be closer to you."

Chi Lang felt that his heart was hit in an instant, he stretched out his hand and poked Sheffield's face: "If... if it has to be a physical relationship, it's not impossible..."

Sheffield seemed to stiffen for a moment, then stopped kissing him.

Sheffield stood up straight, he took out his handkerchief and slowly wiped his hands, but he kept looking at Chi Lang, the corners of his mouth raised.

Chi Lang looked at him like this and felt a little hot again. He sat up and pretended that nothing happened: "Ah, let's pretend I didn't say anything... Let's jump over this and talk about something else."

Sheffield approached him and whispered in his ear, "Baby, are you courting?"

Chi Lang became hoarse, he felt a little embarrassed, and wanted to reflect on why he was so...

"Should people who seek happiness take the initiative?"

Be proactive.

Be proactive.

Should I take off my clothes first?

Ah, no, it's still too fast.

Chi Lang buried his head, his head buried lower and lower.

Sheffield kissed Chi Lang's forehead, but still let go of his rose.

"Go to sleep."

Chi Lang was stunned for a moment.

Sheffield squeezed his face gently: "Or do you really want a physical relationship?"

Chi Lang thought he would sleep unsteadily, and then spent the night stiffly.

In fact, when he was struggling whether to make a quilt for two people, Sheffield naturally covered him with the quilt.

"Do you sleep...wear that tight?" Sheffield asked him.

Chi Lang said "oh" and started to take off his clothes, but he suddenly raised his head and stared at Sheffield: "But don't take off your clothes."

Sheffield raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

Chi Lang covered his head with the quilt and said with great shame, "I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."

Sheffield laughed for a long time, his laughter kept coming in through the quilt.

Chi Lang felt hot all over and felt that he would never be able to face Sheffield again.

He felt the quilt sag a little, and Sheffield's hand was stroking his face through the quilt.

Sheffield then kissed him across the quilt.

Chi Lang was a little intoxicated, until Sheffield lifted the quilt again and went to wash up, but he was still slightly drunk.

He fell asleep in this fluttering state.

When Chi Lang opened his eyes, he didn't see Sheffield's sleeping face. He sat up yawning and saw Sheffield leaning against the door.

Sheffield was putting on his boots. He straightened the folds on his trousers. After putting them on, he noticed Chi Lang's gaze.

"What's wrong? Staring at me early in the morning?"

Chi Lang nodded: "I just think...you look really good."

Sheffield wanted to take a few steps, but Chi Lang hurriedly stretched out his hand: "Don't come here... I, I, I think I may have eye mucus in my eyes... Let me maintain a little image."

Sheffield:…

"Then I'll wait for you outside?"

Chi Lang nodded quickly.

After Chi Lang walked out of the room, he asked Sheffield, "So what are we going to do?"

"Are you alright today?"

Chi Lang suddenly remembered that he had an appointment with the boy Berger for a marksmanship test.

"I think I need to compare my marksmanship with someone from the Howard family..." Chi Lang regretted a little, he didn't want to leave Sheffield at all now.

He brought some anticipation: "Otherwise you will go to Luth's laboratory with me?"

Sheffield hooked his finger at him, and Chi Lang took a few steps in Sheffield's direction.

"look up."

Chi Lang raised his head obediently.

Sheffield lifted his chin, kissed him, and kissed him very hard, even with some fierce feeling, and bit on his mouth.

Chi Lang felt that the corners of his lips should be broken.

After the kiss, Sheffield hugged him again and gently stroked his hair.

"Sorry, are you trying too hard?"

Chi Lang felt very ashamed of this question, and it took him a while to answer: "It's okay."

When Sheffield took Chi Lang downstairs, his expression was always light, and he couldn't tell whether he was in a good or bad mood.

"Then after you finish your business, come and find me in the library."

Chi Lang was a little disappointed: "Aren't you going with me?" After he finished speaking, he reacted: "Is it because the Howard family has any way to perceive you? Then you better not go and wait for me to come find you. you."

Sheffield did not speak and looked in the other direction.

Chi Lang pulled his hand from behind: "Don't be unhappy...Actually...Actually, I'm not disgusted by you kissing me like that."

"I like you so much, even if you're a little... rough, I still like you very much."

Sheffield was silent for a while, then held Chi Lang's hand and said with a smile, "Chi Lang... You'd better not say such things in the future."

He stretched out his other hand and gently covered Chi Lang's eyes: "Don't look at me with such trusting eyes."

His voice seemed distant: "I don't have principles, so you better have principles."

"For example, now," he said in Chi Lang's ear, his tone was somewhat frivolous, "I really want to put you on the rose bush and make love."

By the time Lang Chi arrived at Luth's lab, Berg had already arrived.

"Why are you so red?" Berg was puzzled.

Chi Lang put it off and went straight to the topic: "Aren't you better than the marksmanship? Come on."

"I hope you don't lose too badly." Berg walked to the basement.

Chi Lang: "Can we bet on something?"

Berg stopped.

"If I win, can you tell me the origin of your family crest?"

Chi Lang felt that Sheffield's behavior was strange when referring to the Howard family. But with the information he could get access to, there was no detailed record of the Howard family at all.

"If you lose, you will do errands for me in the Magic Research Society for half a year." Berg agreed to the proposal.

It was still dark in the basement, with only two spots of light on the walls.

Both of them had rifled flintlocks in their hands.

"See the light spot on the wall, hit it there, three bullets in total."

Berg began to reload the bullets, Chi Lang watched his slow movements, hesitating that at this speed, he might not be able to finish three bullets in the "mechanical time".

"There's no rule to shoot together? Can I shoot first?"

Berg's movements paused, and his face was a little bad: "As you wish."

Chi Lang was relieved, he held the gun and started "mechanical time", and the passage of time slowed down again.

In Berg's extremely slow reloading action, he preemptively completed his three shots. The rifled flintlock wasn't accurate enough, and his bullet didn't end up hitting the spot.

But it was also very close to that spot of light.

At this time, Berg finished loading the first bullet. He aimed the gun at the wall and slowly pressed the trigger.

"I lost," Berg said. "I'll let you know."

Chi Lang was startled.

Berg still started to reload his second bullet, although his first shot was very far off the blip. Each of his shots was closer to the blip than the previous ones, but not more than Chi Lang.

"It's incredible," Burger murmured.

Chi Lang suddenly felt a little guilty. If there was no "mechanical time", he would definitely be no match for Berg.

Berg put the gun down and pointed to the emblem on his jacket: "Do you want to hear the origin of this?"

"Probably during the war, the ancestors felt that this emblem was more in line with the mental state of the warriors, so I used it like this... Although it is a bit pretentious to say this, the people of our family are indeed encouraging themselves with the high-spirited attitude of sunflowers... "

Chi Lang listened for a long time, but didn't hear anything useful. He only thought that Berg seemed to be ill-spoken, and he could make a lot of noise about his own family.

"By the way, this emblem has been changed. The family's emblem was not like this before. It seems that it was a rose, and it was changed later."

Rose. Chi Lang recited the word in his mind.

The library smelled of wood mixed with ink.

There was no one in the library at this time. With every step Chi Lang took, he could hear his own heavy footsteps.

He saw Sheffield taking books from the shelf.

Chi Lang walked over, hugged Sheffield, and leaned gently on his back.

Sheffield smiled: "Why so suddenly?"

"I don't know why, but I really want to have physical contact with you."

"Today, I won that Berg, and he's actually quite good. People from the Magic Research Association said that he can do everything..."

Sheffield took the books off the shelf: "Shouldn't you be happy? Why do you look gloomy?"

"Longbeard said that the most important thing in magic is curiosity. He said that although Berg has a bad temper, he can be curious about everything, so he is very powerful at a young age..."

Sheffield stopped, untied Chi Lang's hand, and kissed his finger a few times: "You praise others like that?"

"Borg he...has the same hair color as you, and sometimes I wonder what you looked like when you were the same age as him."

"Why are there such rambling associations?"

"The crest of the Howard family, used to be a rose."