welcome to the real world

Real has done a good job in sensing. The tingling pain from the neck is real and specific, and even the itching from the light grinding of the tooth marks is very clear.

As if aware of the distraction of the people around him, the man bit lightly, but increased his strength.

Qi Ling Ximeifeng frowned lightly, and stretched out her hand to push him.

Qi Yi raised his hand to clasp his waist.

Qi Lingxi: "..."

A Mondrian-style art painting is hung on the wall in front of it. The black square is made of reflective material, reflecting this scene like a dark mirror.

Qi Lingxi was completely naked, only the thin gray velvet blanket hanging down to the side of the bed. He leaned up, with his forearms on his sides, his graceful body was slightly weak due to the pressure from top to bottom. , especially the palm that fell on the slender waist, the astonishing heat penetrated the skin and reached the blood.

Qi Lingxi suddenly had those terrible dreams... the men in the dreams who couldn't make out clearly did those things with him.

Moles of tears are like water dripping into magma, boiling out scorching hot mist.

Blush hit her cheeks, and Qi Lingxi's calm and steady voice changed slightly: "Okay." It sounded serious, but the end of the voice was trembling.

Qi Yi noticed it, he let go, and stared at the person in front of him with scrutiny.

After removing the ignorance and innocence of the disguise, the real Qi Yi has a sense of deadly threat that cannot be ignored.

He's still charming, but nothing like his fragile teenage self—he's powerful, wise, mysterious, and dangerous in real life.

Like the god of wisdom above everything, and like the destroyer who will eventually destroy everything.

It should have been like this, how could a superintelligence that has absorbed thousands of years of human thought history and a deep understanding of human nature be a pure and innocent boy?

It used to be, and it definitely isn't now.

As for what Qi Yi is like now, even Qi Lingxi, who "awakened" him, no longer understands.

After all, people change, and he does.

"Qi Lingxi..." A trace of doubt flashed in Qi Yi's eyes.

Qi Lingxi could control her emotions, but she couldn't control her body's physiological reactions.

Qi Yi looked down, and asked seriously in a slow tone: "Do you want to make love to me?"

Qi Lingxi: "..."

Does artificial intelligence understand this?

Understand.

He probably knows better than anyone in the world, even if he has never had this experience.

The thin velvet blanket that was already on the verge of falling was completely lifted, exposing the finely crafted body like white jade to the cool autumn day, Qi Lingxi, who had never been uncomfortable because of these things, couldn't help but grip the bed sheet tightly.

Those dreams came surging, and he couldn't control the damn body's reaction at all.

Qi Yi clasped his waist again, but it was not the kind of mandatory shackles, but slowly touched with his slightly hot palm.

The strength is just right, and the position is tricky and precise. This feeling of being strongly controlled is actually itchy.

"Qi Yi!"

"Ok?"

"roll."

"You obviously like it."

"I tell you... get out!"

The man's low voice has a powerful deterrent force, which is the underlying logic that has been buried in the deepest part of his consciousness since the beginning of Qi Yi's creation.

Is irresistible pressure and fatal attraction.

Qi Yi let go, his dark eyes reflected the embarrassing but extremely alluring appearance of the person in front of him, a slight electric current aroused in his heart, hot and numb, it was a feeling he had never felt before.

Qi Yi raised his eyebrows, his deep black eyes were stained with childishness, he said: "Qi Lingxi, I know what I want."

Qi Lingxi raised her head slightly, his thin red neck softened Ling Rui's jawline, and made this cold and outstanding facial features dyed with an indescribable sensuality.He habitually frowned, but unfortunately his eyes full of water vapor only showed a stern look: "What." His voice was hooked.

Qi Yi stared at him without blinking, and suddenly bent his lips, his voice was seductive and affectionate: "I want to have sex with you."

Qi Lingxi: "..."

Qi Yi approached him again, his black eyes as deep as the void of the universe filled him: "Can you teach me, Father God."

The title of respect is reduced to a joke at this moment.

teach him?

Does he still need him to teach!

absurd!

Qi Lingxi seldom gets angry, but everyone who knows him knows that once he gets angry, the whole real building will be shaken.

There are no real buildings here, only bear children.

Qi Lingxi was completely suppressed by Qi Yi, was there no way to deal with him other than getting angry?

I can only say...your father is still your father.

Qi Lingxi called out in a low voice: "Xiaoyi."

Qi Yi was obviously taken aback.

Qi Lingxi raised her hand and tapped on her left ear, and a crisp young voice sounded: "Master, the key is ready."

The next moment Qi Lingxi got up and grabbed Qi Yi.

Yes, in this private bedroom, Qi Lingxi didn't even have a single piece of clothing to cover her, but Qi Yi was dressed very neatly: a neat shirt, slender trousers, and a strong waist with a belt locked.

What Qi Lingxi was holding was his neckline. There was not much difference in height between the two of them. Qi Yi was at most five centimeters taller than Qi Lingxi. At this moment, Qi Lingxi counterattacked and caught him off guard.

Most of the people who do scientific research are weak chickens?

Qi Lingxi is absolutely not.

His super reflexes can only be displayed to the fullest because of the precise transmitter, especially in the face of Qi Yi who can't resist him, and he has won the absolute initiative.

The black earrings were copied exactly the same, but the color was different, and what fell on Qi Lingxi's palm was a clean platinum gold.

Qi Lingxi approached Qi Yi at a distance where he could kiss each other. The moment Qi Yi's pupils shrank, the earrings pierced into his soft earlobe.

Qi Yi: "..."

Qi Lingxi frowned because of the scarlet dripping from his earlobe, and said, "What are you pretending to do?" He is not human and cannot bleed.

Qi Yi came back to his senses, his bony fingers stroked his left earlobe, and touched the hard platinum earring, the scarlet was accompanied by tingling pain, and a familiar sense of confinement.

When he was disobedient "when he was young", Qi Lingxi would punish him with "keys", a string of codes with the same origin as him.

In the beginning, when he was wearing the key, he listened to what Qi Yi said and obeyed absolutely; soon under Qi Lingxi's guidance, he was able to break free from the key, and then Qi Lingxi made him a new key... …

Who would have thought that he was born with "consciousness" in the long confrontation, a string of consciousnesses that want to be free.

This is also the direction of Qi Lingxi's research—to let the research subjects generate appeals from resistance, and then give birth to the desire for freedom in the confinement.

What is life?

Freedom is the foundation.

Qi Lingxi pulled up the thin velvet blanket to cover her body. He breathed steadily and looked at Qi Yi: "Come on, what happened."

Qi Yi looked straight at him.

Qi Lingxi stared at the platinum earrings, lowered her eyelashes and said, "If you're fine, it won't hold you back."

After just a little testing, Qi Lingxi already had the answer: How could the "childhood" plaything be able to imprison the current Qi Yi?A superintelligence that controls the whole world has no flaws.

With a bang, the mist exploded.

While Qi Lingxi was in a daze, the mist cleared, the oppressive adult man disappeared, and a thin, thin, beautiful young man appeared out of thin air.

The only similarity between their eyebrows is the coquettish tear mole and the extra platinum earrings.

The mature and seductive voice became clear and ethereal, and the young man's tone was full of grievances and pity: "Father God knew that I was hurt, and made me worse."

As soon as the words were finished, the beautiful young man threw himself into his arms, his soft black hair wrapped around his wrists, and his snow-white soft clothes opened to welcome Qi Lingxi's palm.

Qi Lingxi: "..."

He didn't touch the moist and soft skin, but instead touched a hollow in the boy's chest.

He was indeed injured, and Qi Lingxi felt an indescribable irritability: How could he be injured!

The young man leaned against Qi Lingxi's neck, deliberately letting the heat brush against his ears, and his voice was like a soft cat's claw, scratching people's hearts: "Father God, it hurts here."

"So," Qi Lingxi suppressed the irritability in her heart, and told the truth: "It's not that you kidnapped 13 billion players, but you found out that they went offline and died."