When the blood race wears Omega

A pale light circled around Jin Xingzhi, against his flushed cheeks, softening the outline of his whole body a lot.

Yin Ran knelt on the bed with one knee, and the slight sound of friction between suit pants and bedding entered Yin Ran's ears.

He raised Jin Xingzhi's wrist and wrapped it around with his tie.He moves slowly, more like enjoying the moment.

He tied a knot on Jin Xingzhi's wrist, pulled up Jin Xingzhi's arm, and wrapped the other end of the tie around the head of the bed.

Jin Xingzhi vaguely reacted to the uncomfortable posture and moved his body.

Looking at the tie on Jin Xingzhi's wrist, Yin Ran always felt uneasy and decided to tie up both his hands.

He reached for another tie, but the sleek tie slipped off the other side of the bed.

At this time, Yin Ran obviously didn't want to get out of bed to pick up things. He raised his hand and touched the tie between his neckline.

The rustling noises around finally awakened Jin Xingzhi's consciousness.

He tried to move his hand, but felt a strong sense of restraint.

Ignoring the lead-like heaviness in the back of his head, Jin Xingzhi slowly raised his eyelids.

In the narrow field of vision, Yin Ran was stretching out his hand to grab something on his own chest.

After a while, Jin Xingzhi's blurred vision came into focus.

Yin Ran tore off the untied tie from the neckline, grabbed Jin Xingzhi's right wrist, and twisted it involuntarily.

"What are you doing..." Jin Xingzhi was still awake, and his voice was so soft that it was more like talking to himself.

His arms were raised, and then he was stuck in a nearly fixed position.

But the mosquito-like sound was caught by Yin Ran. He knelt on both sides of Jin Xingzhi's body with his legs apart, and picked Jin Xingzhi's chin: "What do you think?"

Jin Xingzhi tried hard to open his eyes, forcing himself to wake up.

A touch of cold caught behind his warm ears, and slowly slid across the collarbone, Jin Xingzhi felt that the buttons were being undone one by one, and the places touched by the coolness quickly became extremely hot.

Jin Xingzhi tilted his head and bit his own arm fiercely.

The tooth marks fell on the arm, and the shadows were distinct in the candlelight.

This kind of pain finally made Jin Xingzhi know clearly that what happened now was not a dream.

After a moment of hesitation, Yin Ran's fingers had already caught the buckle on his trouser belt, and with a crisp "click", Jin Xingzhi loosened his waist.

Jin Xingzhi tried to support his half-drunk body, only to realize that his hands were tied to the head of the bed by Yin Ran.

He pulled it out hard, but found that his strength seemed to have not recovered.

He had no choice but to raise his foot against Yin Ran, his voice slightly hoarse due to the erosion of alcohol: "Are you crazy?"

Yin Ran calmly took off his suit jacket and threw it aside.

Then leaned over to Jin Xingzhi's ear, and whispered in an extremely ambiguous tone: "I think you can ask this question later."

Jin Xingzhi gritted his teeth, turned his wrist, and took a deep breath.

The light fragrance in the air entered his lungs from his trachea, and the surging heat quickly spread to his lower body.

Jin Xingzhi glanced at the light on the bed, and turned his head when he saw the incense: "Are you addicted to medicine?"

Yin Ran blinked, not quite understanding what he was saying.

Jin Xingzhi woke up much faster than he thought, but since he woke up, he had to take further measures.

He reached under Jin Xingzhi's pillow and took out a bottle of spray-type inhibitor hidden under it.

The cold mist fell on Jin Xingzhi's shoulders and neck, and was quickly absorbed by his scorching skin.

Yin Ran didn't wait any longer, and kissed Shangjin Xingzhi's lips directly.

His lips were soft, mixed with a faint aroma of wine, which made people intoxicated.

Yin Ran's pheromones scattered excitedly, intertwined with the smell of incense, but arrogantly refused to blend.

Jin Xingzhi struggled, every breath and every movement made Yin Ran more excited.

Just when he thought everything was going to be a matter of course, there was a gap of breath, and a force suddenly pressed down on Yin Ran's back.

The familiar twirling happened again, and Yin Ran was directly pushed into the bed by Jin Xingzhi.

With a sound of "dang", the metal on the belts of the two collided together, together with Yin Ran's shock, they were locked between their gazes.

"you--"

Yin Ran glanced sideways, and found that the tie tied behind him had been untied by Jin Xingzhi, and it was hanging loosely on the head of the bed, shaking half-dead.

Jin Xingzhi supported the hand that was still tied to the head of the bed, lowered his figure, imitated Yin Ran's tone of voice when talking to him, and spoke slowly: "Did anyone tell you that ordinary inhibitors have a very strong effect on S-class Alphas?" Weak, especially the spray ones?"

The muscles on Yin Ran's face stiffened, and he stretched out his hand to grab the corner of the bed. Just as he was about to use his strength to escape from under Jin Xingzhi, Jin Xingzhi pulled him back.

The familiar force made Yin Ran feel that something was wrong, he raised the corner of his mouth, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Just kidding, don't be so serious."

"Are you kidding me?" Jin Xingzhi's eyes darkened, and the suppressed desire in his eyes was so strong that it cannot be denied, "When you tied me up, you should have the consciousness to bear the consequences."

Yin Ran raised her hand in a panic and pressed it against Jin Xingzhi's chest: "Wait, wait a minute, I—"

In the next second, his legs were forcibly separated, and his hands were directly pressed on his chest.

Yin Ran tried to restrain him with Jin Xingzhi's still bound hand, but instead helped him untie the last restraint while pulling.

Jin Xingzhi pulled up the corner of the tie, ignored Yin Ran's struggle, tied his hands, and pressed him on the bedside.

"What you prepare yourself, you still have to use on yourself."

Jin Xingzhi raised his hand to tear, causing all the buttons of Yin Ran's jacket to fall off.

The snow-white buttons fell one after another, and rolled a few times unwillingly.

Candlelight swayed, drowsiness and sobriety intertwined, moonlight and clouds overlapped, shattering the scorching night.

Yin Ran passed out completely, and he didn't know how long it took before he saw the memory he wanted to recall.

Under the sky-high flames, the atmosphere of killing pervades, and screams come and go.

The boy stood motionless, dazed with terror.

"Take him away—!"

I don't know who roared, and the boy was instantly picked up by a woman, followed by a man.

The sticky blood scraped against the boy's immature cheeks, and the scorching air waves ripped the air around his ears.

The village behind was engulfed in flames in an instant, and the crackling sparks stayed in place cruelly.There are fragments left behind after the blood race was wiped out, mixed in the dust, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

I don't know how long it took, but it was so long that he felt that he was about to be split in two by the oncoming wind, and the one who took the boy away took a rest.

In the low cave, wind and snow kept pouring in.

Fortunately, they are not afraid of severe cold.

The boy couldn't believe that a group of people who were happy and happy yesterday were now surrounded and suppressed to only the three of them.

Thinking of those who broke into the village, the boy raised his eyes and looked at the woman with his pale red eyes: "Mom, what do you mean by three generations of disaster stars?"

At the entrance of the cave, there was a whistling sound of wind, throwing his neighing towards the valley farther away.

Seemingly unhappy to see his mother, the boy took out a flower from his arms and handed it over.

It was picked by him on the side of the road during the day, and although it was unbelievably wilted, it could barely be seen that it was a wild rose.

The woman picked up the flower, threw it on the ground, and stomped it a few times: "Everything is because of you! The prophecy may not be wrong at all, you are the disaster star!"

The boy lowered his head, stared at the broken petals on the ground without speaking, as if he was used to such reprimands.

After a while, the woman calmed down.

She picked up an icy branch on the ground and drew the outline of a castle on the hard ground.

"This should be our home." The woman sneered, "Isn't it the prophecy of a disaster star? If you can't hide it, just sit down."

As she said that, she shifted her hatred to Yin Ran: "Yin Ran, listen, if you shrink back, you are waiting for death. We have to go back, you know?"

The more the woman spoke, the more excited she became, leaving two deep and long fingerprints on the boy's immature arms.

The pain suffocated the boy's heart.

Yin Ran opened his eyes suddenly, his mind went blank.

The bright red from the tie rubbing against his wrist caught his eyes, bringing the memory of last night back to his mind.