The Heartthrob System cultivates brotherhood online

When he woke up again, there was only a faint light in front of his eyes. In this dim light, Ling Si first saw a dark shadow sitting beside the bed. When the dark shadow saw that he woke up, it moved slightly, and he could not see the expression on its face clearly.

"You slept with him."

The voice belonged to Ling Yi. Ling Si was still dizzy, his memory lingering on the scene of Chen Jihuai feeding him soup. He supported himself on his elbows and slowly stood up. The feeling in his hands and feet gradually recovered. "What did you say?"

"Chen Jihuai said that you and him--" Before he could finish his words, Ling Yi saw Ling Si raise a hand, signaling him to pause, and he decisively shut up.

Ling Si's voice was still a little hoarse, "Pour me a glass of water."

The water came, and the warm water flowed across his dry throat, relieving his restlessness. Only then did he explain to Ling Yi: "No, he lied to you."

"Oh." Ling Yi didn't ask any more questions, and he didn't know whether he believed it or not.

Ling Si: "How did I get back?"

"I carried you back." Ling Yi said expressionlessly, "You fell asleep at Chen Jihuai's house. He was not nice to you."

"What did he do?"

"He touched your stomach and wanted to dissect you."

Ling Si looked down subconsciously, and in a half-awake state, he seemed to feel a burning body temperature running across his waist and abdomen, lingering and circling in a certain place. If Chen Jihuai wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have waited until Ling Yi saw it.

How could this person understand this as anatomy?

Ling Si told him his guess, but still hoped that he would make his own judgment, although Chen Jihuai was most likely the murderer.

"Then why did he touch you?"

For some reason, Ling Yi was still bothered by Chen Jihuai's touching him, and his curiosity was overflowing. But how could he know why the pervert had such an idea?

The impression of Chen Jihuai's previous world had a great influence on him. He subconsciously thought that this world should also be a harmless little white flower. Thinking about it carefully, Chen Jihuai is not the protagonist, there should be other characters, such as the villain.

"I don't know what he was thinking. He invited me to drink soup and took me to his home. I lost consciousness after the third bowl."

Ling Yi moved closer to the bed, reached into the quilt, and pressed his hand on the young man's abdomen through a thin layer of clothes, accurately covering the position of his neighbor. It was so close that Ling Yi could even feel the pulsation of the blood vessels under his palm, one after another, in sync with the heart.

Perhaps due to lack of exercise, the young man's waist and abdomen were soft, and the food had long been digested. It felt like a ball of cotton, rising and falling with his breathing.

Ling Si didn't stop him, but thought the action was weird. "What are you doing?"

"Let me touch it too." Ling Yi stood by the bed, his waist bent, his expression serious as if he was doing some scientific research, but his words were not so serious, "What did you and him play before? Can't I play it?"

One was standing and the other was sitting, the two were very close to each other, the cool breath resting on the young man's cheek. He lowered his eyes and looked at the hand that reached into the quilt. It was still rubbing gently, without any method, without lingering, as if it was just completing a task, a task to compare with Chen Jihuai.

The system's memories are a one-to-one copy of real life. When not in use, it is just a string of well-preserved codes. Ling Yi's words brought him back to that chaotic world. Except for Xia Yuchuan and Shi An, everyone else seemed abnormal, including Rong Jun and the star pirate.

Because of a necessary plot, Rong Jun traveled across the galaxy to bring back those so-called things he liked, and even wanted to "play" with him one by one. It was not until he was sternly rejected in the end that Rong Jun gave up half-believingly.

He really didn't like some of the weird ways humans played, so he didn't want Ling Yi to know about it, as that would corrupt the system.

But obviously, even though Ling Yi listened to him, he could tell at a glance if he wanted to be perfunctory. He could only rely on the fact that Ling Yi had not been to the same world as Chen Jihuai and refused to spread some useless "knowledge". It was not necessary to be in a relationship like that.

"I've never met him before, nor have I played with him." Ling Si lifted his eyelids, his dark eyes were bright, and he touched Ling Yi's cheek with his hand, "I used to live here, and I met Chen Jihuai because you introduced me to repair the house. Don't you remember?"

Ling Yi got goosebumps from the subtle touch. He rubbed his face against his, wanting him to touch him more. His eyelids closed slightly, as if he was not the one who almost violated his character just now. "I'm sorry."

Ling Si leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips, "It's okay."

Ling Yi was attracted by his soft lips. His eyes were hazy, as if he was bewitched. He moved closer and said, "Kiss me again."

The result of indulgence was that Ling Si's mouth felt sore from his random kiss. At first, it was just the lips touching, but later the silver-haired boy was not satisfied and began to get anxious. His rapid breathing rested on the tip of his nose and cheeks, and the air slowly warmed up.

Until Ling Si slightly opened his lips and the tip of his tongue quickly swept across the other side, Ling Yifu came to his senses and began to lick his lips. He was amused by the sparkling water and began to explore his wife's mouth.

Ten minutes passed, and both of them felt a little worse. Ling Yi was panting and his mind was not very clear. He put his arms on Ling Si's shoulders and put his face close to his. After resting for a while and catching his breath, he said in a muffled voice: ".....Did you drug me?"

Ling Si found him funny, even more immature than his previous self. The bad personality of his previous world had no effect on him, but his experience and cognition were still there. Ling Si experienced why some humans liked pure white paper.

Ling Yi is like this. He is curious, likes to try, accepts guidance, and will find reasons in his cognition to cover up the bad things he has done and try to rationalize it.

"Yeah." Ling Yi wiped the water stains on his lips, which were full of the smell of a clean boy. His eyelashes trembled slightly with water droplets. "I drugged you when we were kissing just now - so do you still kiss me?"

Ling Yi shrank back a little, his eyes focused, but also a little vague, his thick black eyebrows gathered, as if he was looking at the young man's lips, but it seemed not to be. Finally, he looked into Ling Si's eyes, his figure was clearly imprinted in his black eyeballs, and there was a bruise on his chin, which was caused by Chen Jihuai's beating when he was fighting for Ling Si.

He hit back, even harder than him.

Chen Jihuai is a strict madman in the human sense, who likes pain and even enjoys it. He has no bottom line and is very good at learning. He can even use Ling Yi's previous moves to greet him. Ling Yi feels that he should be a precision instrument. Once the program is set, it will keep running until the energy is exhausted. So before Chen Jihuai completely knocks him down, he will return it with the same force, every time.

Chen Jihuai must have suffered a lot of injuries. Even if he cannot be convicted, he will not come to Ling Si again in the short term.

Under Ling Si's gaze, Ling Yi suddenly let go of him, walked around to the other side of the bed, lifted the quilt, took off his shoes, and lay down in it. He took his hand, covered him, and asked in his tone, "Can I kiss you? I want to."

"It doesn't matter if you're poisoned."

Ling Yi's thigh was pressed against his, and because of the side angle, he could clearly feel the "poisoned" part of Ling Yi, which was poking him aggressively.

Ling Si discovered another thing about the innocent boy that was different from ordinary people—he could endure.

"What happens if I say 'no'?"

Ling Yi just stared at him, seemingly giving him two choices, but in fact there was only one.

The silver hair poked at the side of the young man's neck. Ling Si shrank his neck and moved away. Ling Yi thought he was trying to hide, so his hot fingers fell on the back of the young man's neck, sticky and soothing.

"Who taught you?" Ling Si asked.

"I checked it online."

Ling Yi's lips planted kisses on the young man's neck and shoulders, his voice muffled.