Yi Heye hesitated and did not intend to answer. The next second, Jian Yunxian's knife tip left him without hesitation.
"...Me! It was me." Yi Heye answered hastily, his dazed eyes filled with pleading, "It was my own idea to nail it..."
Jian Yunxian was satisfied with the answer. He smiled, and the knife tip fell back onto his body: "Why did you do this?"
Yi Heye looked at him with hazy eyes. This time, he seemed to really be unable to speak, swallowing back the words he had on the tip of his tongue several times.
Jian Yunxian noticed his predicament and her heart softened. Seeing the grievance in his eyes and the redness in the corners of his eyes, she couldn't help but bend down and gently pull him into her arms: "Never mind, I won't ask anymore."
This action elicited a sigh from Yi Heye, who helplessly buried his face in his arm and softly uttered two words: "...eyes."
Upon hearing this, Jian Yunxian paused for a few seconds, then looked at him again.
At this moment, Yi Heye closed his eyes wearily and helplessly. The dim light just happened to pour down from above, enveloping him. Under the light, the two black nails on his collarbone actually shone with a familiar and clear emerald green.
“...It’s your eyes,” Yi Heye finally said in a low voice.
Chapter 140, number 140
Perhaps out of shame, Yi Heye's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. Jian Yunxian stared blankly for a long time before realizing she hadn't misheard.
But he asked again in a low voice, "...What?"
"Damn it...so dawdling!" Before Yi Heye could finish his curse, Jian Yunxian leaned down and silenced him with her lips.
A kiss at this moment would be like adding fuel to the fire; Yi Heye felt like the strings in his mind were about to snap.
Torn between reason and instinct, he hesitated for only a second before abandoning his principles and morality, tilting his head back and kissing him fiercely in response to his movements.
The handcuffs severely restricted his movements. Several times he tried to turn over, but Jian Yunxian easily knocked him down.
"Damn it..." Yi Heye managed to catch his breath amidst the chaos and cursed, "If you've got the guts, let me go... Shameless..."
“I don’t have that ability.” Jian Yunxian sneered shamelessly, then gently kissed his earlobe. “But shamelessness is just right, I’m not a good person anyway.”
Yi Heye looked at the knife in his hand, and that uncomfortable feeling that always kept him hanging on at crucial moments surged up again.
He felt like he was being burned to a crisp, and with no other choice, he could only throw away his dignity and grit his teeth, saying, "...Hurry up."
But Jian Yunxian was right. He was not a good person at all. Seeing Yi Heye like this, he not only did not soften his heart, but even had a more wicked desire to toy with him.
He used the flat of the knife to lift Yi Heye's chin and asked, "What's the rush?"
"Hurry...hurry up and carve it," Yi Heye cursed with difficulty, "...fuck you."
Jian Yun chuckled, pressed the tip of the knife against his shoulder, and gently pierced his skin.
The moment the nails pierced his skin, Yi Heye's expression softened. Jian Yunxian glanced at the pair of emerald nails and chuckled, "Are these my eyes?"
Afraid that he would stop again, Yi Heye didn't care about saving face at all, and just tilted his head and blurted out, "Yes...yes..."
Seeing him like this, Jian Yunxian couldn't calm down either. While gently wiping away the blood seeping from his skin, she composed herself and asked, "Because you like him?"
Yi Heye didn't want to answer, but when he hesitated, Jian Yunxian's knife stopped moving, so he said with tears in his eyes, "Um... um."
Hearing a deep breath beside his ear, Yi Heye's head, which he had turned away from, was forcibly turned back. He instinctively wanted to close his eyes to escape.
"Yi Heye." Jian Yunxian suppressed the trembling in his breath, and for some reason, his tone revealed a hint of pleading, "Look at me."
The sound reached his ears, enticing Yi Heye to raise his eyes. His pupils, like black holes, then enveloped him in a swirling emerald green vortex, pulling him into an endless abyss.
Jian Yunxian looked at him and said, "We don't have to be enemies every single moment, right?"
The final blow came as the words fell, bringing the combined mental and physical stimulation to a peak. Yi Heye couldn't take it anymore and, in a fit of rage, bit down hard on Jian Yunxian's shoulder.
This bite was nothing like the careful, cautious bite Jian Yunxian took. It was filled with resentment and irritability, showing no mercy whatsoever. It was as if the person was determined to tear Jian Yunxian to pieces, and the teeth embedded themselves directly under his flesh.
As Jian Yunxian's breathing paused for a second, the taste of blood seeped into Yi Heye's mouth. The next second, the handcuffs clicked open, but this was not freedom; Yi Heye knew it was a symbol that he could no longer escape.
Once again, he had fallen into depravity. A sense of guilt flashed through Yi Heye's mind, but the next second, everything was overwhelmed by an immense sense of ecstasy.
Both of them were injured, and no one knew whose bloodstains on the sheets were their artwork. Sweat blurred the marks and melted them into a pool of mutual mingling.
After freeing himself from that helpless state, Yi Heye regained his dominance. Even when he was exhausted, he still said some unforgiving things, emphasizing his victory.
On his shoulder, the painting that had just been finished and hadn't dried yet was smeared into a mess by the rough handling. Jian Yunxian helped him wipe away the bloodstains and felt a little guilty looking at the already red and swollen marks.
Yi Heye, who was in the midst of his excitement, was extremely sensitive to the emotions in his eyes.
"Stop looking." He turned Jian Yunxian's face back to him, forcing him to concentrate. "I like it."
After saying that, he didn't give Jian Yunxian a chance to think before kissing her fiercely again.
In that instant, a slightly painful, tingling sensation crept up from his tailbone and spread throughout his body. Yi Heye couldn't help but twitch, completely deviating from his plan and heading towards another small climax.
This thing is leaking electricity again.
"...Damn it." Yi Heye froze for a long time before finally catching his breath. "...Couldn't you find a chance to fix these tattered clothes?"
Jian Yunxian also gasped for breath, and after a long while, he laughed and said, "You like this junk quite a bit, don't you?"
Perhaps out of genuine remorse for his wounds, Jian Yunxian was unusually gentle this time. He kept holding Yi Heye in his arms, as if trying to make amends in this way.
Yi Heye didn't like being taken care of, but Jian Yunxian was taking such good care of him that he didn't become timid or cautious. Instead, Jian Yunxian spoke gently and comfortingly, directly stimulating his most urgent desires.
In the end, his willpower completely gave way, and Yi Heye could only follow his instincts, curling up in his arms like a kitten, unable to utter a single word.
Jian Yunxian then hugged him, and the two of them did not say a word, but simply embraced each other and felt each other's rising and falling breaths.
After a long, long time, Yi Heye turned his back and tried to get out of bed, but Jian Yunxian put her arm around his waist, as if trying to keep him there.
Yi Heye paused for a moment, then heard Jian Yunxian's lazy voice: "Have you been busy lately?"
Yi Heye closed his eyes wearily: "It's alright."
Jian Yunxian pulled him closer to his chest: "Are you in a hurry to leave?"
Upon hearing this, Yi Heye raised his eyelids again and glanced in his direction: "No rush."
Jian Yunxian put his arm around him, trying to keep his tone as nonchalant as possible: "Then let's rest for a while before we go on. It's not easy to catch our breath."
Yi Heye was too lazy to loosen up his bones, so he lay back down.
After a long pause, he finally spoke, "They've really gone to great lengths to stop me from going to Zone E."
Jian Yunxian gave a helpless laugh and said, "Yeah, so do you still want to go?"
"I'm not going." Yi Heye stretched and glanced down at his bright red collarbone. "Do you think I'd dare go? Who knows what kind of trouble you might cause next time?"
Jian Yun chuckled, turned around, and helped him get the disinfectant.
Yi Heye leaned back on the bed and watched him sit face to face with him, holding a sponge pliers and using a cotton ball to clean his wounds carefully, his manner seemingly tinged with a soft sense of guilt.
But he was the one who caused the injury. Yi Heye found it funny and looked up at him: "Do you have a split personality? You seem a bit abnormal."
“I’m an AI,” Jian Yunxian laughed. “I already like you, how can I be normal?”
Yi Heye's ears burned as he listened, then he irritably pushed his face away.
So annoying.
After wiping away the bloodstains, he began applying medicine. The rather irritating medicine made Yi Heye tremble slightly when it was applied to the marks.
Jian Yunxian asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
Yi Heye forced himself to say, "Great."
Jian Yunxian raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting downwards again: "Oh? You can come again?"
Knowing what Jian Yunxian meant, Yi Heye felt a chill run down his spine and quickly pulled away from his restless hand.
"I'm not coming," Yi Heye said coldly. "I can't handle it anymore."
At this moment, his competitive spirit was defeated by his will to survive—he was not so presumptuous as to think he could outlast a robot with unlimited energy, and admitting defeat at this moment was not shameful.
Upon hearing his words, Jian Yunxian couldn't help but smile and kiss the tip of his nose. Yi Heye was too lazy to dodge and let him rub against his face like a clingy sheep.
In the dimly lit room, there was no one else but the two of them. At this moment, there was no life-or-death struggle between them, only facing each other, wiping their wounds, and chatting idly.
They were just like any ordinary couple, except they hid in a corner unknown to anyone, their relationship unable to see the light of day or be shown to others.
Yi Heye rubbed his nose, looked around, and asked, "Where is this?"
Jian Yun chuckled, “One of my secret bases.”
Yi Heye scoffed, "A professor from a prestigious university in District A has fallen so low as to live in a rented apartment?"
"What else?" Jian Yunxian was still carefully treating his wounds. "I'm a fugitive now."
"After I get out, I'm going to bring people over and ransack this place," Yi Heye announced.
"Okay," Jian Yunxian said, "Then let me go ahead, alright?"
Yi Heye didn't speak, but slowly closed his eyes with his gentle movements.
His vigilance had completely vanished, so much so that he fell asleep right in front of Jian Yunxian without any precautions, and even had a good dream.
When he woke up, the lights in the room had been turned off silently, and a thin blanket had been placed over him. Just as he had said, Jian Yunxian had taken the lead and run away.
Yi Heye stared blankly at the empty room for a long time before he realized that he was worried that the person had locked him inside. However, he easily pushed open the doorknob and realized that he had indeed been worrying for nothing.
But he was stunned the moment he opened the door.
It was already early morning when he stood in front of the familiar stairwell and couldn't help but curse, "Damn it."
Just across the aisle from him was his own house—this guy had quietly moved into the house across the hall from him at some point, appearing silently beside him.
It was so perverted, yet it secretly made Yi Heye's heart race.
He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to calm himself down, before finally pushing open his front door.
I've been staying in the company dormitory for a while now and haven't been home for a long time, but there's no musty smell as I expected—it's like someone came by and opened the window to let in some fresh air.
The action of opening and closing the door aggravated the scar on my collarbone, and the still-healing scar began to throb slightly with each heartbeat.
Yi Heye covered his bright red scar and turned around to see a letter lying on the table.
Nowadays, paper-based correspondence is rare. Yi Heye subconsciously opened it and saw a familiar string of characters.
It was a letter from yesterday signed SHEEP.
"Dear hunter,"
Please close your doors and windows tonight.