Blue Sheep closed his eyes in despair, quietly awaiting his execution.
"Oh, right." After struggling to load the shells, Little Sheep suddenly leaned close to Blue Sheep and asked, "I heard you want to know about Area A?"
Blue Sheep suddenly opened his eyes again, as if he could die without regrets upon hearing the news.
The lamb looked at him, smiled, and leaned down to whisper in his ear...
Then, Yi Heye watched helplessly as the smile on Lan Yang's face disappeared, replaced by a despair and shock that seemed to collapse.
"Alright," the little lamb grinned, taking a step back and standing in front of the cannon. "Go to hell!"
With a deafening roar, the ravaged world behind them began to collapse.
Coke, corpses, and the horrified expression on the blue sheep's face...
Yi Heye thought of the beautiful Garden of Eden he had seen before and couldn't help but turn around to look, but the little lamb grabbed his finger.
"Stop looking!" The little lamb looked up at him. "Look at me."
Yi Heye looked down at the lamb, still somewhat absent-minded: "What did you say to him?"
The little lamb said, "I told him that bad guys all go to hell."
Yi Heye laughed and decided not to pursue the matter any further.
The scene before me turned into familiar white, and a large door slowly opened in front of me.
The little lamb hopped forward a couple of times, then turned back and waved to Yi Heye: "Hurry up, let's go home."
"good."
Yi Heye nodded and strode toward the light.
Author's Note:
SHEEP: Yay! I finally got to touch his hand!
Chapter 38, No. 038
Yi Heye followed behind the lamb, walking in the direction of the door.
It was probably due to the adrenaline stimulation that caused my body, which could operate at high speed in the game, to become so painful that I couldn't move the moment I relaxed.
The pain in his shoulder spread throughout his body, and Yi Heye began to break out in cold sweats.
He could feel himself becoming anemic again, his vision started to blur, and his limbs felt completely drained and powerless.
With increasingly heavy breathing, he swayed and tried to find something to lean on, but the entire game hall was empty. He stood in the vast white light, like a duckweed without support.
In a daze, he saw the lamb walking in front of him turn around, and he lost control and fell straight down.
This is terrible. Yi Heye struggled to keep his eyes open amidst the feeling of weightlessness, waiting for the pain of the back of his head hitting the ground to strike.
My vision went black, then with a "snap," a white light pierced through my field of vision.
Yi Heye did not fall to the ground as expected. Instead, he felt a sharp pain in his ears, followed by a slight, uncontrollable twitch in his limbs.
He gasped in pain from the electric shock and had to open his eyes again.
Through the blur, he saw Jian Yunxian's delicate and gentle profile, and he felt his slumped shoulders being gently embraced by that person—
The man's movements were very gentlemanly and measured; his arms completely supported the man's limp body without touching his wounds in the slightest.
Then, the familiar sandalwood scent wafted over, briefly soothing the restlessness caused by the pain.
However, Yi Heye was easily embarrassed. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the person had just picked him up. Feeling ashamed and too weak to struggle, he could only clench his fists in shame and indignation.
But soon, he was in so much pain that he forgot all about it.
He was carefully placed on the bed by Jian Yunxian. At this moment, the 0.4x reduction in perception from the game and the 2.5x pain from the prosthetic limb reacted, exploding like fireworks in his mind.
"Ah...uh..."
He couldn't help but call out softly, but quickly realized that Jian Yunxian was watching him, so he struggled to turn over and bit the corner of the blanket to keep himself from making a sound.
In his blurred vision, he heard Jian Yunxian softly ask him, "Do you want some painkillers?"
Yi Heye seemed to be allergic to these three words, and quickly raised his head, panting as he tried to stop him: "No!"
Jian Yunxian remained silent, turned around, and placed a glass of water on his bedside table.
Yi Heye felt hot and cold all over from the pain, but it was much better than last time—this was a kind of pain he could enjoy. He was a pervert, and he liked it this way.
Yi Heye secretly tightened his fingers while trying to regulate his breathing until the pain that had thrown him into a state of panic subsided. Only then, with sweat dripping down his face, did he regain some of his composure.
He looked up at Jian Yunxian, his vision still a little blurry, then gritted his teeth and managed to ask, "...Is my shoulder broken?"
"No, you're fine." Jian Yunxian leaned down, her gentle voice calming Yi Heye down. "Your brain has been tricked by brain-computer signals. You'll experience phantom pain for a while, but it won't affect the normal function of your shoulder later on."
Yi Heye breathed a sigh of relief, but upon hearing that there was no real fracture, he was inevitably somewhat disappointed.
He was all too familiar with phantom pain. When he had just lost his left arm, he was often awakened by pain that did not exist. During that time, he always thought that his left hand was still there, but when he subconsciously reached for the empty space, he felt a sense of loss.
Fortunately, he was a pervert. In the second month after getting used to the phantom pain of his prosthetic limb, he started masturbating frequently on rainy days. Although he was unwilling to admit it, the soreness accompanied by dampness was indeed an irreplaceable stimulant for him.
He stopped his unfounded associations in time, thus preventing a farce that would embarrass him.
After his vision cleared, Yi Heye, whose mouth was dry, slowly got up. Just as he was about to turn around, he felt a cool touch on his lips—Jian Yunxian was holding a water glass and offering it to his lips.
Yi Heye, who found it too tiring to even move a finger, took the cup with one hand, took a few shaky sips, and only after the perfectly warm water had moistened his throat did he frown and ask, "...Sweet?"
Jian Yunxian: "I added a glucose solution to replenish energy."
Yi Heye smacked his lips, then suddenly realized that the person was Jian Yunxian, and felt a chill run down his spine—he had actually been able to drink what the man gave him without any defenses, just like a wild beast that had lost its senses, which was truly a terrifying thing.
But soon, the dampness on his body made him uncomfortable and he gave up the idea. He couldn't accept sleeping covered in sweat, so he looked up and said, "I'm going to take a shower."
Jian Yunxian, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, did not make way for him, but just stared at his left hand.
Yi Heye followed his gaze and looked over until he saw his own mechanical prosthetic limb wilting in pain, at which point he quietly held his breath.
“Turn your back.” Yi Heye subconsciously treated Jian Yunxian as the little lamb, his sense of danger weakening by eighty percent. “I’ll pick it first.”
Jian Yunxian, however, was not so obedient. Instead, he said, "Are you sure? Your left shoulder is basically immobile right now. I doubt you can even see the location of the slot."
Yi Heye nervously bit his lower lip. Although he was very annoyed, what this person said was indeed true.
At this moment, due to the severe pain in his left shoulder, Yi Heye could not even turn his head to look to the left properly. Let alone removing the prosthetic limb, he had great difficulty even touching his left arm.
At that moment, the four words I least wanted to hear appeared—
The moment Jian Yunxian said, Yi Heye felt as if the sky was about to fall.
God knows he's an extremely sensitive person; the stimulation of having someone else put a prosthetic leg on him is almost no different from that of... well, you know.
Although he had never done "that" himself, Yi Heye still felt that his analogy was absolutely brilliant.
At this moment, the sticky feeling all over his body made him feel unbearably hot. If he wanted to get a good night's sleep, he had to take a bath, and he also had to remove his prosthetic leg.
But the one sitting in front of him, claiming he would help him remove his prosthetic leg, was none other than Jian Yunxian.
Yi Heye stubbornly raised his right hand to touch his left arm, and soon his vision went black amidst a pain 2.5 times greater than normal.
After trying this more than ten times and struggling for about ten minutes, Jian Yunxian patiently and quietly waited for him for so long.
Finally, exhausted, Yi Heye turned to the side and turned his head away, resigned to reality with grief and indignation: "Hurry up."
Just as he was trying to distract himself, Jian Yunxian's voice came to his ear: "Clothes."
Yi Heye instantly got goosebumps, his whole body burning from the scent of sandalwood.
In a daze, he unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, pulled down one sleeve, and exposed his shoulder to the somewhat cold air, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
Then, a soft finger brushed against his shoulder, and the icy touch immediately shot into his mind. Yi Heye felt as if his throat had been squeezed into a thin slit.
After a long pause, he forced a smile and joked, "Professor Jian, your body temperature setting is too low. It's very difficult to pretend to be human at this level."
However, the person behind him chuckled softly and said, "It's not my problem, Mr. Yi is too hot."
Yi Heye was outmaneuvered, and his fever instantly flared up. He retorted, "I have a fever."
"Hmm," came the voice of Mr. Jian Yunxian, "You need to get some rest."
As they spoke, Jian Yunxian gently covered the connection between the metal prosthesis and the stump with his palm, and then his fingers probed into the hidden groove.
Yi Heye's heart began to race. This was the first time his severed limb had been touched by an outsider, which made him indescribably nervous.
He felt the cold fingertips moving across the surface of his severed limb. The person's movements were so gentle that he felt his tension was tinged with unavoidable self-delusion.
Soon, the man touched the lock. Yi Heye held his breath, knowing that the most painful moment was about to begin.
"Just bear with it."
Jian Yunxian's voice rang out at the same time as the slight "click" sound, and the expected pain pierced from the severed limb to the back of her head.
Yi Heye gritted his teeth, biting his tongue a second before he could utter a sigh, forcing himself to swallow the sound.
Although his breathing was still completely out of control.
At that moment, all he could hear in his mind was the little lamb's words: "I thought you were doing something embarrassing."
Then, amidst the pain and associations, very clearly... well, he felt something.
Yi Heye glanced down quietly and felt his mind go blank.
If I jumped from the 32nd floor right now, my life would probably end very quickly.
Amidst Jian Yunxian's knowing chuckles, Yi Heye hurriedly grabbed the corner of the blanket to cover himself, silently praying that Jian Yunxian wouldn't speak.
The man seemed to have truly heard his own thoughts, and very gentlemanly did not mention it again—it must be said that this silence made Yi Heye even more flustered.
Only when the person carefully, as if unmolding a mold, removed the prosthetic limb little by little, inch by inch, did he frantically run off the bed.
Damn it, Yi Heye cursed himself, it was strange that he was so energetic at a time like this.
After rushing into the bathroom, Yi Heye turned off the hot water valve, and icy cold water poured down his head.
He felt as if his whole body was branded with hot iron, and if cold water were poured on it, it would cause a layer of water to rise and steam up.
The sudden drenching of cold water jolted his still-weak body, but his spirit remained strong.
Yi Heye sighed, helplessly pressed his head against the tiles, and turned the water on full blast to block out all sounds in the bathroom.
At that moment, Jian Yunxian's voice came from outside the door again: "Don't set the water temperature too low, or you'll get sick."