SHEEP

Yi Heye saw the knife in his hand and looked up into his eyes in disbelief.

—Is that what he thought?Is this man fucking crazy? !

At this moment, Yi Heye only felt that the exposed shoulder was almost burned by this guy's gaze.

The tip of the knife in Jian Yunxian's hand lightly drew a circle on Yi Heye's collarbone, and the cold blade made him shiver uncontrollably: "You know that shepherds will leave unique marks on their sheep. The mark is to tell others who the owner of this sheep is."

……Owner?

Jian Yunxian's words made Yi Heye's mind into a mess, but he didn't want to show his trance, so he could only grit his teeth, at least not to show timidity on his face.

Jian Yunxian lightly poked Yi Heye's skin, but there was no bleeding, but the obvious sting still made him nervous: "What should we do now?"

Yi Heye was a little annoyed by the stinging pain, but it was undeniable that he was indeed a little excited by Jian Yunxian's words.

So he sneered, gritted his teeth and said provocatively: "You are passionate. I have nothing to do with you, and what I do is none of your business."

Yi Heye's provocation was very successful, or overly successful.As soon as the words fell, he clearly felt that Jian Yunxian's air pressure dropped instantly, as if he was about to tear himself to pieces in the next second.

"Really?" Jian Yunxian sneered, and pinched his chin with one hand. This time he couldn't control his strength, and Yi Heye felt a burst of pain from the action of suppressing his anger, "Then leave something for today. Prove it."

"hiss……"

As soon as the words fell, Yi Heye felt a stabbing pain in his left chest. He gasped, ready to bleed, but found that this guy had controlled his strength well, and the moment he pierced the skin, he clicked until it stopped .

The feeling of scratching his boots made Yi Heye a little uncomfortable. He subconsciously bit his lip, but Jian Yunxian caught his expression: "Huh? It seems that you are looking forward to it."

His secret thoughts were pierced, and Yi Heye's ears turned red. He looked at Jian Yunxian's hand holding the knife, controlled his breathing, and dared not speak.

"Don't worry, sir." Jian Yunxian turned around and took out a bottle of alcohol from the drawer, picked up a cotton ball with sponge pliers and moistened it, "If you don't do a good job of disinfection, the subsequent inflammation will be very uncomfortable."

In the next second, the cold alcohol touched his skin, and the huge temperature difference made Yi Heye couldn't help but let out a soft snort. Then he felt a little ashamed, and abruptly swallowed the remaining half of his voice back into his stomach.

This guy was wearing gloves and holding sponge forceps in his hands, he looked like a doctor, but with this eerie atmosphere, Yi Heye was more willing to believe that he was a perverted murderer who wanted to dissect himself.

"How about engraving a lamb on it for you?" Jian Yunxian said, "Let everyone know that you were kidnapped by your opponent, and you left his signature on the collarbone, so that every time you When I look in the mirror, I remember who my master is."

Stop talking... Yi Heye's mind is full of "lamb" and "master". The cold cotton ball is wiping his collarbone. Difficulty breathing.

"Then what should we do with these two nails?" Jian Yunxian was not just talking to himself, but was still asking Yi Heye, "If you pull it out, there will be scars, right?"

When Yi He heard that he was going to pull out the nail, he almost blurted out: "No...don't."

Because that guy's neither light nor heavy force made Yi Heye itch so much that he almost collapsed, the sentence that should have been forcefully stopped, turned into a begging that wanted to refuse and greet.

The tone sounds rather misleading.

This rare soft begging made Jian Yunxian's eyes sink again. Obviously he didn't have much resistance to such a voice, but he was also very dissatisfied with his stubborn attitude.

So Jian Yunxian gave him an ultimatum: "Who asked you to fight?"

Yi Heye came back to his senses, sneered, and before he could say the provocative words again, he was choked back by a sharp pain.

"...Fuck!"

Yi Heye lowered his head, and found that the tip of the knife had been pierced into the skin, and a small bead of blood coagulated along the edge of the knife—this guy was really stabbed.

Yi Heye's mind was buzzing, but his body trembled uncontrollably amidst the tingling pain.

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Yi, you will affect my performance." Jian Yunxian wiped off the oozing blood with a cotton ball, and whispered in his ear, "It's like a tattoo, although it hurts. , but it passed quickly."

Yi Heye gritted his teeth, only the word "very painful" remained in his mind, and his whole body trembled even more.

Seeing Yi Heye trembling like a sieve in front of him, Jian Yunxian had to temporarily stop what he was doing, glanced up and down, and suddenly laughed out loud as if he had discovered something.

"So you're not afraid." Jian Yunxian's voice echoed in Yi Heye's mind like a devil, "I didn't expect a person to be so perverted."

Hearing these words, Yi Heye's sense of shame almost shattered in his stomach along with his back molars.

He knew where Jian Yunxian was looking, and what Jian Yunxian said was right, he was a pervert, and after the knife just now, he immediately became excited unceremoniously.

Yi Heye closed his eyes tightly as if escaping, but at this time the second knife came down again. In the darkness with his eyes closed, this perception was directly magnified several times. At this moment, this just right pain is like a Like a firework, it rippled in his mind.

"Um……"

Yi Heye hummed uncontrollably, the sound overflowed from the back of his nose, and his dignity was completely scattered on the ground.

Damn, damn.

The knife this guy chose was very small and delicate, and the feeling of poking it on his body was not much different from that of a needle. Rather than hurting it, it was another level of extreme enjoyment when it fell on someone like Yi Heye with unique needs.

When Yi Heye's consciousness was erratic, Jian Yunxian's voice sounded again: "What should we do with these two nails?"

Yi Heye was really afraid that he was about to pull out the nail in two or three strokes. After a burst of tingling pain that made him numb, he replied in a daze, "...eyes, eyes."

Jian Yunxian was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the pair of nails again, and laughed: "As eyes? You really have it."

The more Yi Heye was reluctant to pull it out, the more annoyed Jian Yunxian became, but he didn't dispose of the two obtrusive things casually, he only followed Yi Heye's intention and determined the direction of the line——

Those two nails are really suitable for the lamb's eyes.

The lamb drawn by Jian Yunxian is the stick figure avatar used by SHEEP on social media. The lines are simple but highly recognizable.

Even with his eyes closed, Yi Heye could still feel the fluffy wool and round horns carved out by him, and he felt that the place he always wanted to be above his heart gradually took shape——

His nemesis carved his signature on his body.

Such a process of carving a sheep by hand is a bit painful for normal people, but for a guy with special hobbies like Yi Heye, it is a long and joyful journey.

At the beginning, he tried to recite the Prajna Heart Sutra silently in order to purify his mind, but when he found that this long-established physiological instinct was completely invincible to human will, he completely let himself do whatever he wanted.

When he raised his head and took a deep breath with the corners of his eyes red, he knew that things were out of his control, so when Jian Yunxian's knee touched his high place, all he could think about was the phrase "It should always come" is coming."

But he still underestimated how stimulating the double kuai feeling is to him.

He didn't know how Jian Yunxian could act recklessly with his legs and his hands were still as steady as a rock. He only knew that this guy was fishing for him very maliciously, and always retreated before he felt refreshed.

High tide, low tide, high tide...

Kneeling down a few times, Yi Heye, who had already lost his will, couldn't bear it anymore.

He tilted his head back impatiently, the corners of his eyes were wet, and there were scattered swear words on his throat. When Jian Yunxian heard him swearing, she kissed his mouth punitively, not letting him finish swearing.

At the beginning, Yi Heye still wanted to bite him back to take revenge, but in the end, Jian Yunxian completely messed up his rhythm, so he lifted his head up and followed his kiss.

Jian Yunxian loosened the rope on his leg at some point, and Yi Heye gained limited freedom. The first thing he did was not to take the opportunity to break free, but to take the initiative to cater to the past and climb to the peak that he had never reached.

But this time he still didn't get what he wanted. Jian Yun threw him with his hands handcuffed on the bed in the room in a few moments, not letting him touch him, and determined not to touch him.

At this time, Yi Heye was almost crying.He lay on his back, kicking his legs helplessly: "...Damn it, shit!"

Seeing Yi Heye who was unconscious and still swearing, Jian Yunxian pressed his shoulder without hesitation, and the tip of the knife in his hand stayed before the last stroke.

Jian Yunxian leaned down: "Who told you to nail it?"

Yi Heye hesitated to answer, but in the next second, the tip of Jian Yunxian's knife left him without hesitation.

"...Me! It's me." Yi Heye hurriedly replied, his blurred eyes filled with dissuasion, "I wanted to nail it myself..."

Jian Yunxian was very satisfied with the answer, he laughed, and the point of the knife fell back on him: "Why do you want to do this?"

Yi Heye looked at him dimly, this time it seemed that he really couldn't speak, and he swallowed the words several times.

Seeing his embarrassment, Jian Yunxian suddenly softened her heart, and seeing his eyes full of grievances and the red corners of his eyes, she couldn't help but bend down, and gently hugged him into her arms: "Forget it, don't ask any more questions." .”

This action brought Yi Heye a sigh. He buried himself in his arms helplessly, and softly said two words: "...eyes."

Hearing the words, Jian Yun froze for a few seconds, then looked at him again.

At this time, Yi Heye half-closed his eyes helplessly and tiredly, and the dim light happened to pour down from the top of his head, wrapping him in the center.Under the transmission of light, the two pitch-black nails on the collarbone actually glowed a familiar and clear emerald green.

"...It's your eyes." Yi Heye finally whispered.