After helping the protagonist escape from the lunatic, I was targeted [Through the Book]

Shen Luyang's eyes darkened.

The heart was already too full, but it was gently pushed down by the person who poured the wine, the blood swayed and poured down, hit the chest, and jumped aimlessly...

He slowly raised his feet and walked towards the only way leading to the outside.

The air is poured into the thick ink in an instant, and every movement is exhausted.

The moment they passed by, Shen Luyang suddenly stood still, turned his head and sniffed carefully with the tip of his nose.

He licked his dry lips, and there was impatience in his hoarse voice. He took a step forward and looked directly into those scarlet and quiet eyes: "Your susceptibility period is going to be out of control."

"It can still be controlled." The curvature of Xie Weihan's lips is hidden in half the shadow, and the jawline and collarbone form a clear and seductive line. The restrained and cautious temperament melts due to the redness on the wrist, and gradually solidifies into desire. The coercive shape.

Shen Luyang believed in his own judgment, but was swayed by Xie Weihan's words, he looked blankly outside the door, it was brighter than the study room, and there were strands of light.

The study is like another space abandoned by time. The darkness has gained weight, pressing on the chest, as if to stop the uncontrollable breathing, more like conniving the heartbeat to become more and more out of control.

Shen Luyang's lips parted slightly, the temperature of his breath burned his skin, he didn't have much time to think, his instinct had already overshadowed everything.

He raised his arms and hugged Xie Weihan's shoulders with all his strength, buried his whole body in the ocean of red wine, rubbed the tip of his nose eagerly and ignorantly, sniffing the lost and recovered treasure greedily and simply: "No."

The situation seems to be reversed, and it seems that it is just a game for predators to please their partners.

Shen Luyang's thirsty throat prompted him to open his mouth again and again, and the tip of his teeth gently pressed against Xie Weihan's collarbone and neck, trying to scratch a little flesh and lick the blood with the highest concentration of pheromones, but he didn't want to hurt him.

Instinctively tearing, a moan of unknown meaning came out of his throat, anxious and longing.

The soft and warm lips moved randomly on Leng Bai's neck. Because of the other party's silence, Shen Luyang's movements became slow and hesitant, leaving only a wet kiss before shifting his position.

Shen Luyang didn't look up.

I can't see Xie Weihan's Adam's apple sliding due to these negligible touches.

Even breathing was short for a moment, the corners of her lips curled up in joy, and she gently closed her eyes, as if holding back her desires, deceiving innocent people with the illusion of innocence.

Xie Weihan raised his neck to make it easier for the puppy in front of him to rub harder. His fingers traced along the waistline of Shen Luyang's T-shirt to the protruding shoulder blades, making an ambiguous circle with his fingertips. , after the other party raised his shoulders again and again, as if catering or rejecting, he gradually squeezed the hard bone with force.

Shen Luyang was like an animal whose weak point was pinned down, opened his mouth by the unexpected pain, his bloodthirsty fangs bit hard on the white collarbone that had been thirsty for a long time, leaving astringent teeth marks.

A faint smell of blood permeated the air, and with the red wine, a blood and wine feast of scarlet desire kicked off.

The pain in the collarbone is fine and sticky, like a mammal with a barbed tongue, as if realizing that it has done something wrong, the fine breath sprayed on it stagnates for a moment, and then becomes heavier, falling on the cold skin like a drop of hot tears , or a Mars.

To imbue the cold marble skin with living life, or, living emotions.

Shen Luyang let go of his mouth in bewilderment, the corners of his lips were bright red, completely opposite to his dazed expression.

Like a dirt that has been badly wiped.

"I'm sorry," Shen Luyang reached out and touched the wound, "I accidentally—"

Xie Weihan grabbed his hand, pressed it to his lips, looked indulgently at him who was flustered, and dropped a cold and lingering kiss on his wrist, testing Shen Luyang's precarious sanity.

The tips of the teeth pressed down, leaving red marks on the pulse, and the voice was low and hoarse: "Really not going?"

Shen Luyang's whole right hand was numb and crisp, and the current was squeezed into the limbs along the wrist artery. He nodded: "I will help you through the susceptible period."

"When you know that I am in danger now?"

"You are not dangerous."

A chuckle spread low from his throat, like the tenderness before a sacrifice, covered by naked desire.

Shen Luyang looked at Xie Weihan with red eyes, leaning casually on the leather office chair. His body with broad shoulders and long legs, and a perfectly proportioned body supported the warm white home clothes, which looked like small details treasured by a gentleman. A large dog's teeth were biting open, and the exposed collarbone was covered with glaring red marks, mottled and interlaced.

It shows the owner's indulgence and love for the hound.

Shen Luyang's Adam's apple rolled violently, as if being bewitched, he walked in front of Xie Weihan.

He tried hard to make his voice not sound so hoarse, but it didn't help: "Mr. Xie, let me see the wound, why did I—" bite so many times.

The arm on the side suddenly lifted up and landed on Shen Luyang's body. The drowning prey was defenseless and didn't want to.

The arms around him were extraordinarily strong, contrary to their gentle and elegant appearance, they strongly suppressed his weak resistance.

Shortness of breath, the mist of lust spread out from his eyes, Shen Luyang separated his legs, and sat on Xie Weihan's lap, because the other party suddenly straightened his upper body, he subconsciously backed away, leaning his waist on the desk.

In an overly intimate posture, through the thin fabric, there was no way to hide each other's body temperature and heartbeat. Shen Luyang propped the table back with his arms indiscriminately, and accidentally pushed down a glass vessel that could not be seen clearly.

The liquid flowed out from the mouth of the cup, along the desk, winding out a dark red streak, dripping on his white T-shirt.

The dark red smudged on the clean cloth, staining the pure white.

There is no going back.

Shen Luyang turned his head, trying to lift up the fallen thing, even though it was soaked through.

Suddenly there was a slight pain in his waist, and Shen Luyang's movements were stopped by a low and hoarse "Yang Yang".

Due to the movement of the legs hanging on both sides, only the toes can touch the ground, and the weight of the whole person is pressed on Xie Weihan's legs, as if on purpose, there is a subtle distance between the other's knees and the desk, and he has to work hard to get there. Only by leaning forward can it not fall.

"Why are you so careless?"

Xie Weihan grabbed one of his hands, put it on his lap, and clasped his fingers tightly. With the other hand, he picked up the red wine glass that had rolled to the side of the table, his fingertips were stained with red, and slipped down to his palm along his white fingers. .

He shook slightly, and then casually put the empty wine glass on Shen Luyang's lips, and smiled softly: "I'm very happy because you stayed."

"I'm sure, I'll stay." With the wine glass pressed against his lips, Shen Luyang seemed to be forced to drink, the tip of his tongue was forced to lick the cold glass, and the leftover red wine stained his mouth. Rolling helplessly, swallowing the rest of the wine.

The swallowing movements were too rusty, and the few drops that he didn't drink slipped from the corner of his mouth, along his jaw, and landed on his Adam's apple and collarbone.

A dangerous water mark.

Xie Weihan's dark eyes became more and more emotional, and his other hand stroked Shen Luyang's cloth that was wet with wine, moving it delicately and gently, as if he was carefully measuring the wet land with his hands.

The crisp knocking sound briefly recalled his sanity.

The wine glass was placed in a subtle place, as if Shen Luyang moved back an inch, he would knock it over again.

The slender fingers changed direction, and when they were retracted, there was a book with a hard cover and intricate patterns in the palm of the hand. The title was in gilt text that Shen Luyang could not understand, and it was tightly embedded on the dark brown cover.

As the pages of the book were opened, Shen Luyang was attracted by the delicate paper, and subconsciously looked down.

In the next second, Xie Weihan flipped his fingers and tore off a page without a trace of nostalgia.

The beautiful paper disappeared in the owner's hands, and the broken and incomplete pages became extremely wrinkled, crumpled at the fingertips, like a broken toy.

"Why tear—" before Shen Luyang finished speaking, the side of the ribs was pressed against the paper that had just been torn off, and the hand with clear knuckles pressed the paper slightly harder, and the fingertips that were beyond the range rubbed down and drenched T-shirts and hot skin.

Shen Luyang's gaze had to wander between Xie Weihan's elegant gentleman's face and the hands pressing wantonly on his side. The former made him intoxicated and fascinated, while the latter made him pant out of control, and his elbows were unconsciously thrown back on the edge of the table , the body was stretched into a precarious slope, but he didn't dare to retreat an inch.

Imprisoned in the devil's territory by a small wine glass.

The meaning of the expensive and cherished pages at this moment is to force myself to suck up the red wine juice, and no longer bear the burden, it becomes wrinkled, soft, and broken...still persistently wanting to cling to the cruel fingertips.

Xie Weihan ruthlessly discarded the paper that was saturated with moisture and fell to the ground, making almost inaudible noises.

Shen Luyang tried his best to control his breathing, but his chest rose and fell disobediently violently. He gritted his teeth and tried to hold on, but only slowed down the speed of the rising and falling, making it even more astringent.

Because of the postures of the two, Shen Luyang was slightly higher than Xie Weihan, and the two couldn't look at each other, so he could only bow his head in embarrassment, observing the other's expression at the moment with an ambiguous posture that was almost kissing.

As if aware of his thoughts, Xie Weihan raised his eyes considerately, and when his eyes intersected, he showed a gentle smile: "Is it cold?"

Shen Luyang stared blankly at his deeply contoured face, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the wine stains on his Adam's apple rolled up and down passively: "It's not cold."

The book in his hand became dilapidated, and the shredded paper on the ground formed an ambiguous ocean. The alcohol on Shen Luyang's body was absorbed cleanly, but the smell remained, like Xie Weihan's pheromone, tightly attached to every body. skin.

The knee was lifted slightly suddenly, Shen Luyang slid down, and the shoulder hit Xie Weihan's jaw, and was immediately torn apart gently, imprinted with a soothing and intimate wet kiss.

Shen Luyang tried his best to prop up his feet, the tip of his nose pressed against Xie Weihan's hair, his hands moved away from the table, one left and one right rested on the back of the chair, and his legs had to rest between his thighs in order to support his weight.

The most intimate touch.

There was a chuckle in front of his chest, and the fine tremor conveyed to the chest cavity. Xie Weihan used both hands to measure the tight muscles around his waist, while chatting seemingly unintentionally: "Yangyang, is the problem solved?"

Shen Luyang pulled out a wisp of consciousness from the steaming heat, and reluctantly answered in a hoarse voice: "It's solved..."

The system crashed, it was solved.

"Come here to find me, is it because of it?" The question was straightforward, but there was no trace of blame in his tone, but full of tolerance, as if no matter what his answer was, he would be comforted by a soft wet kiss.

Shen Luyang closed his eyes and frowned slightly because of the gnawing on his collarbone. He tightened his arms, opened his lips slightly, and explained quickly, "No, I'm here to find you. I'm afraid something will happen to you."

The slippery and cold touch moved to the Adam's apple, and the tiny airflow brought by the breath was enveloping the coolness and sprinkled on the chin.

"Why are you afraid?"

The question circles a soft and sweet circle, pointing to the most essential place.

The hand pinched around the waist moved to the bulge of the spine, and the index finger moved in circles. Shen Luyang grabbed the knuckles of the finger joints on the back of the chair until they turned white, and clenched his teeth: "I can't let you, something happened, I want...to protect you .”

After a slight pause, Xie Weihan hugged the person in his arms, folded his right leg on his left leg to form a downward arc, and exerted force on his arms, allowing the two people to stick together tightly.

The magnetic deep voice is like a cursed whisper, lingering in the ears, hooking out the most essential desire: "I don't understand, Yangyang."

Because of these words, Shen Luyang's blank brain was forcibly awake, and his body felt clearer. He gasped and searched for the answer that he didn't even know.

He said with difficulty: "I want to be with you...I don't want to be able to touch you..."

The other party was not satisfied, and dropped a kiss on his earlobe, biting lightly: "This is not an answer."

Hot cocoa diffused uncontrollably from the glands at the back of the neck, stained with red wine, like silent and intoxicating chocolate.

The aroma of red wine restrainedly pushed it away and surrounded it, as if it must wait for a satisfactory answer before bestowing joy.

"...I don't know, Teacher Xie, I don't know." He eagerly called out the word "teacher", his hoarse voice indulged in the deepest desire, and he cut himself apart, showing every bit of it in front of the other party , "I'm very sad, I want to see you, I want to... hug you, I want to kiss you..."

The back of the neck sank, and Shen Luyang was forced to lower his head, the lips that had been bitten with teeth marks were kissed pitifully, and the pheromones were imprisoned on the neck like a reward, and the overly concentrated red wine made the hot cocoa unable to resist, trembling and retreating steadily, But he still leaned forward with his chest straight, his drunken eyes blurred, and the wine overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he wanted to continue to swallow.

The arm swept across, the wine glass fell to the ground, and the sound of shattering pierced the darkness.

The world was spinning, and the bookshelf in front of Shen Luyang turned into a roof. He was lying on the large desk covered with alcohol, subconsciously trying to sit up with his arms propped up, but fell back because he was drunk.

The air temperature was so high that it seemed to be on fire, Shen Luyang's mouth was parched, and he looked at it expectantly and ignorantly.

But the other party suddenly became calm, rubbed the wine on the table with his fingertips, and looked down at him.

Just when Shen Luyang wanted to make a sound, he suddenly smiled and picked up the red wine bottle.

In the next second, the wine in the bottle was like a red galaxy, pouring from top to bottom on the hot body.

Xie Weihan brushed his wine-stained chin with his fingertips, put it on his bright red lips, and was gently kissed away.

The last sentence Shen Luyang heard before losing his mind was Xie Weihan whispering in his ear: "Don't waste it."

Immediately afterwards, the whole person was hugged into his arms and sat in a chair.

……

"Wow—"

The slightly hot water hit the top of his head, Shen Luyang was blinded by the water, wiped his face carelessly, and his ears were still red.

The second time he used this bathroom, he skillfully found the shampoo, made foam and rubbed it vigorously on the top of his head.

Under the transpiration of high-temperature water vapor, the red wine on his body gradually merged with the water mist, wrapping around his naked body viscously.

The crazy and presumptuous memories came back, Shen Luyang swallowed dryly, his head was very good at recalling key points.

It turns out that books can be used in this way, red wine can be used in this way, wine glasses can be used in this way, tongues can be used in this way...

Stop.

Shen Luyang looked at Xiao Xiao Shen with hatred, and severely criticized.

When is it possible to respond, do you have some basic moral standards?

He called the system again tentatively, but the answer in his mind was still yes.

[System repairing...]

There is no susceptibility period until now. It seems that when the system is repaired, it is completely incapable of controlling him as a host.

In the process of rinsing the foam, he was finally able to pick up the scattered thoughts and piece them together into a whole.

Just now, without relying on any external objects, he recklessly calmed down the S-class Alpha whose darkness value was rising and who was in the susceptibility period, the price...

He tilted his head, and the mirror was infiltrated by water mist, vaguely showing the young man's broad shoulders and broad back, with a beautiful muscular chest, waist and abdomen. The dark color is concentrated on the collarbone, along the undulating chest of muscles, spreading all the way...

Shen Luyang's throat rolled uncontrollably, and he rubbed his hair absentmindedly.

The price is...pretty...excellent.

Fang Yi's words are not unreasonable, Xie Weihan can indeed see through others easily, at least... he can see through everything about him.

"Ah..." Shen Luyang picked up the water and splashed it on his face. As his shoulder blades shrugged, the hickey marks on the back of his neck became more and more obvious, but it was clean without any teeth marks. He sighed: "Mr. Xie is really, really kind."

Shen Luyang is a very extroverted person. In today's words, he has a bit of a social arrogance, but he seldom gets along with people on an equal footing in a short period of time—for example, the group of small students like Peng Jun, he is all Guide with the attitude of elders.

Because "help" and "favor" are two different things.

But this time, in Fang Yi's words, "How long have you two known each other?", but Shen Luyang has already thought about where he and Xie Weihan will travel together after they get old and retire.

It is unbelievable that there will be such a person in the world, you do nothing, and you are in a daze next to him, and you don’t even want to move a hair. The smell of red wine is the most effective tranquilizer. To understand the secrets you cannot tell—

Xie Weihan knew the existence of the system, or knew what was controlling it, and even guessed the operation law of the system.

But he didn't ask anything other than "Come to see me because of him?", and tolerated Shen Luyang's secret in a gentle and gentlemanly manner.

This made Shen Luyang, who was running around the world in the book for tasks, have a small, secret, deep-rooted sense of belonging.

This is a feeling that Shen Luyang has never had outside of the book.

Because he has no concept of "home", wherever he goes, the old residence becomes a new place.

The world is but a larger orphanage.

After wiping off the water on his body, Shen Luyang picked up Xie Weihan's pajamas, put them on indiscriminately, covered the unreal marks on his body, and optimistically defined the relationship.

They are beyond ordinary friends, they can help each other without embarrassment, very very good, closest... friends.

Not quite right either...

Shen Luyang picked up a new towel and rubbed it on his head.

He likes to be with Xie Weihan, and Xie Weihan should be willing to stay with him, and still maintain such an overly intimate relationship... Two very unhealthy, dishonest words that he couldn't look at directly appeared in front of him.

friends with benefits.

Lying, trough.

Shen Luyang couldn't bear it, the identity he could bring to Teacher Xie was actually a friend with benefits!

It's too embarrassing.

He took a step back.

That's still a good friend, a little more pure.

Before Shen Luyang opened the door and went out, he looked in the mirror. His lips were a little swollen. I don't know if it was because of the aftertaste just now, or because the bathroom was too hot, and his ears were still red.

He might not be able to look directly at the leather chair for a while.

He looked down and began to doubt himself.

The legs are also quite long, why can't they reach the ground, and can only stay passively, like riding a roller coaster...

The light in the living room was on, and Xie Weihan was sitting on the sofa reading a book like last time—Shen Luyang couldn’t look directly at the book either, the book that was used as a tissue seemed expensive, and when he rubbed against his body, I don't feel hard...

Seeing him, Xie Weihan put down the book and tapped his finger beside him.

His eyes fell on him right away, and his voice was low and lazy afterwards: "Come here."

Shen Luyang stroked his hair which was still a little wet, and the several entangled thoughts in the bathroom all took off when he saw Xie Weihan.

unimportant.

Capitalize and bold.

unimportant.

People are right in front of him, why think so much.

Wearing pajamas that were one size too big, Shen Luyang strode over to him and sat down, stretching lazily.

The corners of Xie Weihan's lips curved indistinctly.

Neither of the two tacitly mentioned anything related to the system.

Shen Luyang tried to lean on it for two seconds, moved his body forward, and leaned on the sofa as if he had no bones.

"Mr. Xie." He yelled casually, without any special meaning, just wanting to yell.

Xie Weihan put the book aside without hesitation, and reached out to him.

Although leaning on the sofa like Shen Luyang, but in terms of temperament, one is a big dog who has been playing for a day, resting and panting on the sofa, and the other is a lazy and comfortable gentleman.

Shen Luyang looked at that hand, then moved to lean on Xie Weihan's side, looked at the pair of overlapping long legs, the corners of his mouth were tense, but there was still a sly smile missing, his waist relaxed, Aiming at the long legs, he lay down.

The last time he fainted in the car, what he remembered most clearly was that his legs were very easy to lie on.

It seems that he didn't expect him to be so simple and direct. He retracted his outstretched hand, barely supporting the head that hit his knee, avoiding a small accident.

Then he put his legs flat, carefully adjusted his posture, put his fingertips in the small socket of his collarbone, and pressed: "Sleepy?"

"A little bit," Shen Luyang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the aroma of red wine flowed in the air, "Go to bed later, Mr. Xie, your legs are very comfortable."

As if knowing that he likes it, Xie Weihan didn't deliberately control it anymore, allowing the S-class Alpha pheromone to flow in every part of the room in a semi-out of control state.

"Really?" Xie Weihan curled his eyes into a clear smile, "Then do you want to lie here and sleep?"

"Is it possible?" Shen Luyang's eyes lit up, and he looked up at him, "Your sofa is also bigger than mine."

After finishing speaking, he denied it by himself: "No, my head is heavy, and something will happen overnight."

Xie Weihan quietly watched him talking to himself, his brows and eyes relaxed comfortably.

The room, which has always been dark and quiet as if there was no one, is injected with fresh and warm sunlight, and the darkness in the space shrinks and evaporates. The temperature after burning is ironing the fingertips, which is the body temperature of a "normal person".

Shen Luyang closed his eyes, feeling sleepy, and hummed a vague tune casually.

"'Cae Iwannatouchyoubaby, AndIwannafeelyoutoo..."