deformed bone

Calvin breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to develop a more intimate relationship with someone at all. The kiss with Reed just now was obviously an accident, the so-called misfire.

A veteran of flowers like Reed, of course, would not take this kiss as a big deal.add

So did Calvin.

"Your wound is bleeding."

Reed checked Calvin's back as if nothing had happened, and then said softly.

"Sorry." He added a few seconds later.

Calvin looked away uncontrollably for a few seconds. Of course he knew what Reid was apologizing for. If Reed hadn't directly pushed him down on the bed and pressed the wound to the wound, the two damn scars wouldn't be there at all. It will ooze.But when he mentioned what happened before, he couldn't help but think of that kiss.It can be said that the kiss happened naturally, and Calvin could feel something dirty and wild brewing in the air between him and Reed-some people would call it hormones, or attraction .

Calvin wished time had passed, he should have punched Reed for the kiss.

For God's sake, at least he shouldn't be indulging in it.

The strange thing is that he once blatantly used his body to seduce Vigily to test him. At that time, he didn't have any psychological barriers, but Reed...

No, Reed was not like Virgil, and Calvin listened despondently to his inner whispers.

Compared with Virgil, who is like a harmless little sheep, Reed's traits as a "male" are too obvious. The unconcealed strength and danger in him made Calvin have to regard him as a more Menacing, powerful men.

If Calvin had seriously attended the psychological counseling arranged for him by Dr. Holden when he was young, he probably could have learned from the old man who looked a bit dazed why he hated the strong, handsome and rich man so much. Charming male touch.

This is actually because, under his superficial fear, he has been longing for such a man...

That little soft egg with wings 15 years ago has always lived in the most secret corner of his heart, and he calls for such a person day after day. The Calvin of 15 years ago is still hoping that a strong, handsome, and even a little evil man will come to save him—just like Reed is now.

Oh, but let's get back to reality.

Back then, Calvin hated the old man's nagging from the bottom of his heart, and he strongly rejected the "fucking" psychological counseling. Naturally, now he can only simply hate the low-level instincts in his body, and try his best to ignore them. The confusion and anxiety that slowly spread in his heart.

"Leave the medicine to me, I can handle it."

Calvin subconsciously maintained a calm face, although his body was still weak from high fever.

"Oh, you know what, you're just being silly and bragging. And I have to tell you, you're pretty...delicious when you're struggling." Reed rubbed his chin and smiled, his eyes gleaming with slyness , "Or should the two of us have a serious discussion? I've heard that some wicked little exercises can sometimes help bring down a fever..."

Calvin raised his foot irritably and tried to kick Reed, but he obviously overestimated his physical strength, Reed just raised his hand and easily grabbed his ankle.

He raised Calvin's ankles high, and this posture can restrain Calvin's exertion to the greatest extent.

"So it's an invitation, right?"

The man raised his eyebrows, licked his lips and said.

Calvin clearly felt the heat of Reed's palm, and his movements froze slightly.

The damn playboy was trying to flirt with him, and when Calvin realized it, he bristled at the annoyance he felt.

"If you don't mind being beaten up by me, you can also consider this an invitation."

Calvin said coldly, with irrepressible irritability in his tone.

"Wow, 'hit' me?" Reed made an exaggerated tongue-tied sound, "To be honest, I didn't even know you were so open, you have to know that you used to feel like an ascetic monk... ..."

In this point of shameless, Calvin is obviously inferior to Reed.A half-smile expression appeared on the latter's face, perhaps intentionally or unintentionally. When he spoke, he turned his head slightly, and his lips were almost touching Calvin's instep.

Calvin could feel Reed's warm breath on the skin of the instep of his foot, which made him curl his toes involuntarily, and goosebumps formed all over his body.

Calvin uttered a vicious curse, trying to pull his foot out of Reed's hand, but this ridiculous struggle only made Reed hold him tighter... the latter's fingers were as dead as a vise Clamping his ankle tightly.

With Calvin's weak resistance and attack, Reed's pupils darkened bit by bit.

"Fuck, so you're fucking gay?"

After a short attempt, Calvin immediately felt the sense of danger that made his hair stand on end. He instinctively stopped all his actions. Then he stared at Reed's face and asked sharply.

Reed gave Calvin a deep look.

"I'm actually able to appreciate both male and female beauty, I mean, physical beauty."

He lowered his voice ambiguously, then winked at Calvin.

"Okay, bisexual."

Calvin draws conclusions for him.

Reed shrugged, as if by default.For the current situation, he seemed to be far more comfortable than Calvin, but if someone could observe carefully, he would find that little difference.

His muscles were abnormally tense, and beneath that seemingly relaxed attitude was a deliberately adjusted breathing.

Calvin's lips trembled. He originally wanted to say something, but for some reason, the moment he opened his mouth, the blankness of his brain hit him again.

He could only do that, stupidly, staring blankly at Reed's face like an idiot. In his sight, Reed's pupils deepened to almost dark green...

thumping—

A strange, frightening rush ran down his spine.

Calvin suddenly pulled his gaze back.

"I..." Calvin said, his voice a little dry, "Sometimes, I can't control myself. I mean, I actually like that guy Virgil, so I don't want When he wakes up, wait, you multiple personality patients usually use the word 'wake up'? Anyway, I don't want that little guy waking up to find himself seriously injured and squatting for the rest of his life peeing."

God, even Calvin knew how ridiculous and weak his threats sounded...

Calvin was wary of further counterattacks from Reed.However, Reed let go of Calvin at the right time. He stood up, put the medicine in his hand on Calvin's bedside table, and then walked towards the door.

"It's a terrible threat," he pressed one hand on the doorknob, and after opening the door, he showed a subtle smile to Calvin, "Well, don't worry about me doing it to you...you should know It was just a joke, right?"

"...it better be a joke."

Calvin said stiffly.

Then he watched Reed open the door and leave the room just like that.

"call……"

When the room was quiet again, Calvin realized that he had breathed a long sigh of relief. His tense body suddenly relaxed, and it seemed that even the skeleton let out a sigh.

Still a little embarrassing——

He thought, both his coldness and Reed's effortless ease, were stiff.

What was even more disturbing was that the heat still remained in his body.

"Fucking—"

Afterwards, Calvin wiped his lips with the back of his hand and cursed softly.

-

"Crash..."

In the bathroom, the showerhead shoots a icy spray downward.

Reed stood with his head up under the current, still being hit by the cold water on his body, but even so he was still in a state of agitation that was on the verge of losing control.

Under the water curtain, his eyes shone with fanaticism like a ghostly fire.

He had just had that contact with Calvin—far more than planned, and he was pretty sure Calvin was completely taken in by his pretense.Not the cat-and-dog attraction of Virgili, but the real, man-to-man attraction.

He knew better than anyone how to push Calvin into his own trap step by step.

As far as the current situation is concerned, the effect is good.

Reed was more content than ever, honeyed with joy, and the voices screaming in his head didn't sound all that irritating under the circumstances.

[You're going crazy, Red Deer. 】

The voice with the British accent babbled.

[When you kill us, you will also kill yourself. This body does not have the strength to keep you awake, and you are collapsing. ] Fogg’s voice sounded mixed with countless noises, 【You’ve got enough, your contact with Calvin is far more than any of us, you have to stop.Those guys are coming towards Calvin, he needs our protection—]

Reed, of course, maybe he would prefer to call himself Red Deer, he interrupted Fogg's words briskly.

"The 'door' is opening and the powers are chasing after my angel and light...yes, yes, yes, he needs protection, you'll never understand, how beautiful he is and how fragile he is .But, you want to put me into a deep sleep, is it really because this body doesn't have enough energy?"

The red deer stepped out of the bathroom naked, and the water flowed down his calf, leaving a trail of water on the ground.

He walked into the room, where there was a mirror against the wall.

Red Deer gazed at himself in the mirror, a handsome, strong and muscular body.

"How long are you going to lie to me, Fogg?"

He smiled and looked at the pale figure gradually emerging in the mirror.

"When the 'door' opens, I can get enough strength. Calvin is indeed dangerous now, but at the same time, the more the 'door' opens, the more power I have. Of course, I may need a little more Takes a while to get used to this introduction of power... Fogg, you always look so smart, oh, and calm, you cajole other guys, saying I must sleep. Are you afraid that I will swallow you all, still……"

Red Deer stretched out a finger and pressed it against the surface of the mirror.

"Crack-"

With his finger as the center, countless cracks burst open little by little.

Those cracks fragmented the reflection in the mirror.

"...What are you afraid of?"

The red deer met the pair of peacock green pupils and asked happily.