I'm Always the Villain

Chiye's limbs seemed to have a physical reaction, and he stood there stiffly, looking at Sang Jiuchi helplessly.

He knew that Sang Jiuchi was not joking, but this...

Sang Jiuchi continued: "As I said, you need to free yourself from the cover of the machine. Then you must first take off the shell of the machine. Dance comes from nature. You need to abandon all external objects and use your body to feel the surroundings. and nature."

Sang Jiuchi's words were sincere and unpretentious, and Chi Ye even felt that the wretched person was himself.

Seeing that Chiye still couldn't let go, Sang Jiuchi stood up and walked in front of him.

Under the dim light, Sang Jiuchi's already clear eyes looked extraordinarily bright.

"You are very shy." Sang Jiuchi said firmly, "You are afraid that you will have imperfect movements on the stage. This is actually due to your lack of self-confidence. You are not only shy but also timid."

Sang Jiuchi looked coldly, "If you can't even overcome your timidity and shyness, I may really have found the wrong person. Let's stop here about the pas de deux, and pretend that I haven't mentioned it to you. As for your dance... ..."

Sang Jiuchi frowned, a little embarrassed, "I will think of other ways to help you overcome it."

Hearing that Sang Jiuchi wanted to cancel the cooperation with him, Chiye immediately grabbed Sang Jiuchi's wrist nervously, "No, I can do it, I know you are for my own good, I can overcome it."

Sang Jiuchi still had doubts in his gaze, "Really?"

Chiye nodded vigorously, "Really!"

Sang Jiuchi took two steps back and sat back in his seat.

This time, he didn't face Chiye with a lazy and casual posture.

Instead, the legs are slightly apart and placed squarely in front of the chair.

Lean forward with your elbows resting on your thighs.

Cross your fingers, look at Chi Ye seriously, "Don't waste time, curfew at 11 o'clock, hurry up."

Chi Ye's scalp was a little numb, he gritted his teeth, and crossed his hands to grab the hem of his vest.

Immediately after the arms were lifted up, the biceps, waistline, and arms were all pulled out of a perfect arc.

Under the dim light, Sang Jiuchi saw the eight-pack abs that Chi Ye had been hiding inside.

They are neatly arranged there, each piece is beautiful, but not obtrusive.

Sang Jiuchi's eyes darkened, but his expression didn't change.

Chi Ye put aside and looked nervously at Sang Jiuchi.

Sang Jiuchi's movements remained unchanged, "Continue."

Chiye bit his lips secretly, and then he heard Sang Jiuchi add: "All of them."

The shame that he had planned to put aside once again lingered in his mind, and he looked at Sang Jiuchi in surprise, his eyes full of disbelief.

Sang Jiuchi said calmly, "What's there to be shy about? Have you never been to a public bath when taking a bath?"

I have been there.

Chi Ye gritted his teeth, and tasted a fishy-sweet taste in his mouth.

But it didn't feel the same.

Who has never seen the naked and white meat of the old men, could it be the same as now?

Does he have feelings for those people? Those people in the public bathhouse are just a background board for him.

But Sang Jiuchi is different.

Chiye gritted his teeth, seeing Sang Jiuchi frowning, the patience in his eyes seemed to be worn out.

Chiye wanted to cry.

He wanted to dance with Sang Jiuchi, but he felt that Sang Jiuchi was bullying him.

But Sang Jiuchi's eyes were so clear, and everything seemed to be just his own worries.

He really seems to be dancing with Sang Kyu Chi.

Chiye kept hypnotizing himself in his mind, and when he saw Sang Jiuchi's feet began to grind the ground impatiently, Chiye gritted his teeth, moved quickly, and threw both pants in a far corner.

Under the dim light, the wheat-colored skin covered in sweat beads was completely presented in front of him.

Without any constraints, everything is at a glance.

Satisfied, Sang Jiuchi stopped grinding his toes. He hid his mouth in his two hands arched into a hill, and stretched out his fiery tongue to lick his lips greedily. His beautiful peach eyes were full of dark waves, "Take your hands away .”

Chi Ye stared blankly for two seconds. In his ears, Sang Jiuchi's voice seemed a little hoarse.

He looked at Sang Jiuchi, his cold gaze was still without any emotion, maybe the voice just now was just an illusion in his opinion.

Take it off, there is nothing to be ashamed of.It's already like this, what else can't Sang Jiuchi see?

Chi Ye, who was pushed to the ground repeatedly by shame, suddenly figured this out, and suddenly lost his previous shyness.

He coughed heavily, emboldened himself, straightened his back, straightened his body, and presented all the best curves in front of Sang Jiuchi.

Sang Jiuchi nodded with satisfaction again, "I thought you were great just because of your clothes, but now it seems that your body is not only great, it's perfect."

Hearing Sang Jiuchi's unsparing praise, Chi Ye's heart fluttered, as if he was about to fly into the air.

The body stretched wildly again.

Shame is nothing compared to the desire to express.

Sang Jiuchi stretched his legs forward casually, leaned back on the chair with a big horse, and asked, "Is it cold?"

The temperature in the room is not bad, but Chiye just finished dancing, the sweat evaporated and took away part of the heat, and it was still a little cold between hot and cold.

Chiye nodded slightly, "It's a bit cold."

Sang Jiuchi took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "Do some warm-up exercises when it's cold, half of the robot's shell has just been taken off, and now throw away all your shame. It's still the part from this morning, "Above the Great River" The middle part of ", do you need to warm up?"

Chi Ye's voice stumbled, "No, there is no need to warm up."

He has danced the dance "Above the Great River" thousands of times, and he can perfectly step on every step without music. Of course, all the movements can come to mind immediately.

Immediately, a middle dance movement appeared in his mind. As he thought about it, his face turned red again.

Most of the movements in the middle are opening and closing.

The limbs are fully extended, reaching a certain extreme.

And... the range of motion is still very large.

He looked down at his waist, and looked at Sang Jiuchi hesitantly, "Should I..."

Sang Jiuchi stretched out a finger and waved it, "No, jump directly, throw away all your so-called shame, only in this way can you release your hidden feelings."

Chi Ye swallowed, and made a movement.

Didu clangs and shakes along with it, and it is impossible to control it as you like, let alone jump out of perfect stuck movements and postures.

This dance is bound to be imperfect.

Suppressing the shame in his heart, Chi Ye calmed down a little and began to listen to the rhythm of the music carefully.

With the arrival of the middle part, Chi Ye's limbs began to dance relying on excellent mechanical memory.

It was the first time he had danced like this, and there was something completely out of his control in this situation.

It was as if he couldn't control his attention to Sang Jiuchi.

The dance was messed up from the start.

When he entered the arena, he was half a beat slow, because he didn't adapt to the posture, and even the simplest movements were not very standardized.

Mistakes followed one after another, and it was full of loopholes.

It was all wrong anyway, Chiye simply broke the jar and jumped up with the wildness in his heart.

Losing control over the perfect movements, Chi Ye listened to the music and began to fill in the images in his mind.

In the life-and-death battle where the few win the many, the country is about to be destroyed, and the order is in danger, all hopes are pinned on the general alone.

The sustenance of the people and the monarch, the future of the country, the life and dignity of the generals, everything and everything are firmly on him.

Humiliation, unwillingness, pressure, countless emotions came to my heart.

He needs to find an outlet.

The tyranny in his heart was clamoring frantically, the general transformed all his emotions into hatred for the enemy, and mercilessly swayed his killing intent.

kill!kill!kill!

Kill all enemies!

Not for the country, not for the people, and not for the monarch and his own responsibilities.

It's just for his hatred and killing that has nowhere to vent.

The knife in his hand slashed without any scruples, he was no longer bound by those so-called "serving the country with loyalty", what he was doing now was just killing! !

I am a hero in the world, why should I die here and be humiliated by those shameful enemies? !He is not reconciled, he wants to live, he is the king!

Applause suddenly sounded in the room.

Chi Ye was in a daze, and the scene instantly changed from that life-and-death battle to a dance practice room.

What happened just now?

Chi Ye stared at Sang Jiuchi in a daze, and saw that Sang Jiuchi had stood up, clapping his hands rhythmically for him, and the admiration in his eyes was ready to come out.

Chi Ye is still in a dream.

He was actually praised by Sang Jiuchi, did he dance really well just now?

But his movements were obviously wrong, and the stuck points at the beginning were all wrong.

No.

It's not a stuck issue.

Although there are mistakes in the movements, today's dance is something he has never experienced before, and he has never danced when the picture will reappear in front of his eyes.

At that moment just now, he seemed to have become that general.

All the emotions were released naturally, he didn't even know what he was dancing just now, his mind was completely infected by the general's thought lock, he was beating instinctively, as if he knew what he was dancing, but he didn't seem to remember what he was dancing.

In short, his mind was in a mess, and he didn't even have the ability to replay after he gave up the song.

Sang Jiuchi had appreciation in his eyes, "It's great."

I don't remember what I danced just now, Chi Ye was a little surprised, "It's really good?"

Sang Jiuchi gave a thumbs up, "Of course, you still don't believe me?"

Chi Ye was overjoyed, "I believe, I believe."

Sang Jiuchi walked over with his mobile phone, "I just videotaped it for you, you can watch it yourself."

Sang Jiuchi handed the phone to Chi Ye, and added: "After you finish watching the replay, I will delete it. Don't worry, I won't send this kind of private video."

Chiye blushed a little, took Sang Jiuchi's cell phone, opened it and began to read it.

He looked at it, and surprise flashed in his eyes.

It's not that he didn't believe Sang Jiuchi's words, but when he himself saw this video, he finally understood why Sang Jiuchi applauded.

The emotion of this dance is too good.

When he danced here before, all the moves were perfect, and every time he replayed, he paid the most attention to the release of the moves.

But watching it again today, he only noticed the release of his emotions in the video.

Wild, fierce, murderous.

Just across the video, he was frightened by his own madness.

The catharsis of emotion has long overshadowed the exact movements. Although it is not perfect, it makes people feel scary.

Sang Jiuchi already had a smile on his face, "How is it? How does it feel?"

Chiye looked at Sang Jiuchi excitedly, "I really did this dance?"

Sang Jiuchi was a little bit amused by Chiye's confused expression, he nodded and looked at Chiye, "Who else is it if it's not you? Do I have a bad habit of recording indecent videos for people?"

Chiye pulled the video back and watched it again.

In the video, the murderous aura and hatred seemed to be rushing out through the screen, heading straight to Ye's forehead.

The self in the video glanced at the camera, and Chiye's cold sweat immediately oozed out of his back uncontrollably.

At that moment, Chi Ye's soul seemed to be pried open by something.

The comprehension was instantly dismissed.

It turns out that this is dancing, this is real dancing.

All his previous actions were just mechanical imitations, as if the robot perfectly reproduced the original owner's actions, but did not release the soul.

In his excitement, Chi Ye unconsciously hugged Sang Jiuchi in front of him lazily, and turned around twice before realizing what he had done.

He immediately put Sang Jiuchi down again, and looked at Sang Jiuchi gratefully, "Thank you, teacher."

Sang Jiuchi's eyes dodged a little, he took two steps on his hind legs in a panic, and stood up with the chair behind him.

A light pink glow climbed up his cheeks, and even the color of the end of his eyes became a little darker.

Sang Jiuchi's eyes were a little confused. He sat slumped on the chair, with one hand wrapped around the back of the chair, and the other tightly clenched against his chest.

Mouth slightly opened, panting heavily.

His eyes were foggy, as if something was touching him.

He wanted to vent, but had to suppress it desperately.

Seeing Sang Jiuchi's contradictory expressions and movements, Chiye hesitated for a moment.

Suddenly, his chaotic mind stopped with a "bang".

Chiye swallowed, and asked cautiously: "Teacher, you won't...have you fallen ill?"

He seemed to be in close contact with Sang Jiuchi just now.

He not only picked up Sang Jiuchi, but also hugged him around twice.

This! ! !

Chi Ye's mind was buzzing, he desperately recalled the popular science he read yesterday.

What did the doctor say...

How do you say...

By the way, the doctor said that for patients with skin hunger and thirst, they should not be suppressed, but should be given counseling and comfort.

appease……

How to appease?

Think quickly.

The cause is because of a lack of security, and hugging can make people feel safe.To appease, does holding him give him a sense of security and comfort him?

Chiye's eyes moved upward from his toes to Sang Jiuchi's face.

Then, suddenly stopped.

In order to suppress his illness and sound, Sang Jiuchi had already bit his teeth on his lips.

A bright red bead of blood rolled to the junction of the teeth and lips, staining the roots of the teeth red.

Chiye's heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, Sang Jiuchi was no longer as cold as before. He was tormented by illness, and his body reacted uncontrollably.

Obviously don't want to, but have to.

Sang Jiuchi's expression is surprisingly fragile now, like a frozen flower that has just been touched.

Chiye's chest seemed to be clenched by something, he didn't hesitate anymore, he stepped forward in three steps at a time, and hugged Sang Jiuchi, who had shrunk himself into a ball, tightly in his arms.

Gently patted Sang Jiuchi's back with his palm, "It's okay, it's okay. Don't suppress it, the more you suppress it, the worse it will become. Let me help you, okay? I want to help you."

Sang Jiuchi in his arms raised his head fragilely, looking at Chiye with shame and wet eyes.

He shook his head hastily, rolled his body into a ball, and shrank into Chiye's generous and powerful chest.

Compared with Chiye's wild figure, Sang Jiuchi's figure is slender.

The height of [-] is obvious, but there is only a small ball in the arms of Chiye who is [-].

His teeth were still biting his lip hard, refusing to let go.

Sang Jiuchi's two hands even began to beat his body vigorously, as if he hated himself so much.

Seeing Chiye, he just felt distressed.

He grasped Sang Jiuchi's two dangling wrists with one hand, and squeezed the slender wrists tightly, and there was even some gaps in the one-hand grip.

Chiye was surprised by Sang Jiuchi's slenderness, and continued to pat his back gently with the other hand to comfort him.

Chi Ye's voice was soft and soothing, as if coaxing the most disobedient child, "Loosen your teeth, you will bite your lips off."

Sang Jiuchi didn't listen, but shook his head desperately.

More blood seeped out, Chiye frowned, subconsciously lifted Sang Jiuchi up, and put his lips on it.

Finally pushing his teeth away, Chiye backed away panting slightly.

The voice that had been suppressed poured out uncontrollably as the gate opened.

Sang Jiuchi said with difficulty, "Let go of my hand."

Chiye hesitated for a moment, and finally let go of his hand obediently.

As soon as he let go, Sang Jiuchi hugged Chiye's neck tightly with both hands.

The bodies of the two are tightly attached to each other without any gap. Chiye can feel the changes in each other's body without too much attention.

Chi Ye's expression became a little subtle.

Sang Jiuchi leaned against Chiye's ear and said with all his strength, "Help me, help me quickly."

Chi Ye widened his eyes.

Do you mean to help him...

Chi Ye looked at Sang Jiuchi in surprise, and saw Sang Jiuchi nodded to him, "Hurry up, don't waste time."

Chiye looked helpless, his throat was extremely dry.

Looking at the distraught Sang Jiuchi in front of him, he suddenly felt that he was about to lose his mind.