Yi Heye remembered that after the Lost Lamb incident, "Pink Love Trend" was completely shut down and Sister Qin went to jail. In the current situation, it was clear that Xiao Daji was helpless and had to find another way out on her own.
With an extremely ambiguous sigh, a steel pipe slowly rose from the center of the stage. Xiao Daji twisted her large, fluffy tail behind her tailbone, her movements extremely sexy and her expression very convincing. However, Yi Heye could tell that such a huge burden had caused her unbearable physical pain.
Prosthetic grafting is painful in itself. Even a single-arm transplant like Yi Heye's, done in a regular hospital, has already caused him enough suffering. It's even more unimaginable that someone in some small, unknown hospital had nine prosthetic grafts installed in such a small area.
Yi Heye frowned as he looked at the little Daji on the screen who was almost completely naked. Perhaps it was because of his sexual orientation that he could not empathize with her, or perhaps it was because he felt her pain too much. Among the group of men frantically masturbating around him, Yi Heye looked pained, like a eunuch who had just been castrated, completely devoid of worldly desires.
But he kept staring at the screen, pretending that his attention had been diverted. Even Xiaoming was starting to get anxious for him, but he didn't move an inch and showed no intention of going to find Jian Yunxian.
Until Xiao Daji slid off the steel pipe to the ground, the stage floor opened its legs to the audience, and the atmosphere exploded, reaching an unprecedented peak.
Yi Heye didn't cheer; his attention wasn't on the performance at all. He was listening intently to the song, and sure enough, he heard a clear and familiar question coming from the surging crowd:
"Should I report this to your superiors? Commander Yi is using work time to watch pornographic performances?"
Upon hearing the sound, Yi Heye immediately turned around—from the moment this guy started waving maliciously in front of him, he knew that this time it must be Jian Yunxian who couldn't stand it anymore and came to him first.
Instead of running around aimlessly and getting caught in his trap, it's better to switch roles and let him walk right into your snare.
Looking up, he saw Jian Yunxian, dressed impeccably and smiling, sitting a few seats away from him.
When Yi Heye locked his gaze on him, the guy plunged headfirst into the crowd again, but this time he definitely wouldn't be able to escape—this was the distance Yi Heye could control, his territory of certain victory.
Yi Heye, dressed in his duty uniform, moved with great agility, while Jian Yunxian still maintained his heavy idol image, dressed in a suit and glasses, naturally less agile. The distance between them was quickly shortened.
After passing through the crowds, the two of them, as if by prior arrangement, turned straight into an empty alleyway.
It was still that alley. Yi Heye even suspected that Jian Yunxian did it on purpose, because they both knew that it was a dead end. Since they chose to turn into this alley, they were destined to meet here.
Jian Yunxian seems to have his personal demeanor ingrained in his very bones. Even when he runs away, he looks elegant and graceful. So much so that when Yi Heye pinned him against the wall, he was worried that he might wrinkle or dirty Jian Yunxian's expensive suit.
But a momentary lapse in concentration did not prevent Yi Heye from gaining the upper hand. He pressed his hand against Jian Yunxian's throat, giving the other party no room to resist.
"Got you?" he laughed triumphantly.
But soon, he felt a chilling coldness on his side. When he looked up, he saw those emerald green eyes looking at him with a faint smile.
"Is that so?" Jian Yunxian leaned close to his ear, the tip of the knife in her hand gently lifting the hem of his clothes. "Who caught whom?"
Chapter 134, number 134
Whether due to carelessness or deliberate leniency, Yi Heye did not draw his gun when he pounced, which is why he is now in a completely passive position with Jian Yunxian holding a knife to his waist.
A cool sensation crept up his spine from his side, instantly raising goosebumps—Jian Yunxian knew his body all too well; that small area on his side was extremely ticklish, and when something pressed against him, he didn't even have the strength to muster, only wanting to collapse and back away.
Yi Heye held his breath and used all his strength to stabilize his center of gravity, so that he did not bend over and expose his vital organs.
But the guy opposite him was incredibly cunning. Seeing that he was frozen in place, he didn't try to stab him with his knife again. Instead, he secretly extended his finger from under the hem of his clothes and, without any warning, gently brushed along his waistline from bottom to top.
Jian Yunxian's fingers were incredibly lifelike. His body temperature was slightly lower than Yi Heye's, and his fingertips had a few rough calluses. When they brushed against Yi Heye's sensitive waist, it made him shiver uncontrollably.
Although Yi Heye was unwilling to admit it, his reaction was much stronger than he had imagined, to the point that Jian Yunxian across from him burst out laughing: "A top-notch hunter like you is actually ticklish?"
The man's warm, mocking breath brushed against Yi Heye's ear, making him feel both ashamed and angry.
He looked into Jian Yunxian's smiling eyes, his blood-red pupils flashing with a fierce and excited light.
In the instant their eyes met, a hungry beast that had spotted its prey pounced swiftly—it was so savage, completely ignoring the knife tip that could kill him at any moment. First, it used an elbow strike to knock the bi to the ground, then pressed down and used absolute brute force to pin the man down.
Yi Heye's actions were ruthless. With a loud "bang," Jian Yunxian, who had no time to react, was slammed on the back of the head against the wall.
The crisp sound made Guang Yiheye feel pain, but his idol image, weighing thousands of pounds, wouldn't allow him to make an overly out-of-control expression. He could only grit his teeth and endure it for a long time before his Adam's apple bobbed and he suppressed a sharp gasp.
Upon seeing this expression, Yi Heye couldn't help but let out a wicked laugh, feeling a sense of exhilaration as if he had finally avenged himself.
A gentleman takes revenge without hesitation!
After taking his revenge, Yi Heye felt a burning pain in his side. Looking down, he saw that he was bleeding profusely.
This was the mark he left when he broke free of the head, which was entirely part of his plan. It was just that the surge of adrenaline in that instant made him forget the existence of this wound.
Jian Yunxian also saw that he was bleeding. His previously playful gaze immediately darkened. He reached out to check his injury, but Yi Heye slapped him away.
While firmly gripping his wrist, Yi Heye teased, "Trying to ambush me?"
Jian Yunxian almost lost his composure from being pinched, and after holding it in for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and laughed: "You found out about that?"
Yi Heye remained silent. He knew Jian Yunxian was concerned about his wound, and Jian Yunxian certainly knew he understood his intentions, but they couldn't let the atmosphere escalate into something ambiguous—
They are rivals destined to hurt each other.
One-handed control was a piece of cake for Yi Heye. He held Jian Yunxian with one hand, lifted up the clothes covering his wound with the other, and then tilted his head to put the hem of the clothes in his mouth.
When she looked up, the hem of her clothes was pulled up to her upper body, exposing her fair skin and clear muscle definition to the air.
Yi Heye glanced up briefly and saw Jian Yunxian's unwavering gaze, his Adam's apple bobbing unconsciously as he swallowed, before letting out a mocking laugh from his nasal cavity.
Under Jian Yunxian's flustered and averted gaze, he tied the corner of his clothes above his waist with one hand, leaving the injured section exposed diagonally.
A shallow but somewhat gruesome cut.
He took out a tube of powder from his pocket and applied it to the wound. The medicine was potent and highly concentrated; applying it to a fresh wound was like sprinkling a can of pepper on a fire.
Yi Heye gasped, but due to his subconscious restraint, he only managed a burning breath.
The sound itself had no particular meaning, but to some people with guilty consciences, it immediately took on a meaning that could only be understood intuitively and not explained in words.
Yi Heye glanced at Jian Yunxian again and found that this time the guy didn't even bother to hide it. He stared intently at his exposed skin and the hand that was applying medicine.
This feeling of dominating the other person excited Yi Heye. He stared at Jian Yunxian's darkening eyes, his red eyes crinkling with malice, and continued applying the powder—
"Hmm... hiss..."
This time, amidst the burning pain, he didn't hold back his sighs; in fact, he added a touch of subtle embellishment, leaving listeners with no choice but to overthink.
At this moment, Jian Yunxian was already at his limit by Yi Heye's voice. The instant Yi Heye deliberately let go of his arm, he seemed to lose his mind and directly pressed Yi Heye against the wall.
His nose was pressed against Yi Heye's nose, his gaze burning as he stared at him, his throat felt blocked, and he could only gasp for breath, unable to utter a single word.
It was clear he was trying hard to control his instinctive impulses, but Yi Heye was a wicked man. He tilted his head back, leaned close to his ear, and mocked, "Even a top AI like Mr. Jian is driven by his lower body?"
These words were like a spark falling into an oil drum, completely igniting Jian Yunxian, who was on the verge of losing his temper.
When that guy forcefully kissed him, Yi Heye didn't even dodge, but went to meet him and even bit his lips with a smile.
Despite their reason telling them to keep their distance, they couldn't resist the irresistible attraction that would be fatal to each other the moment they appeared in each other's sight.
But this time, at least so far, Yi Heye is in a very good mood.
He enjoyed seeing Jian Yunxian looking completely lost; this feeling of being in control made him feel like he had won another game.
He leaned against the wall, letting Jian Yunxian rub against him like an animal, while looking at him with a smile: "Haven't seen you for a few days, are you this hungry?"
Jian Yunxian paused for a moment, then looked up at him with eyes that hadn't cooled down yet: "You delivered it to my lips yourself."
Just as Yi Heye was about to say something, he saw Jian Yunxian bend down and hold his waist firmly with both hands.
Then, a warm breath brushed against the exposed wound on his body. Yi Heye subconsciously tensed his toes, and the next second, that guy shamelessly kissed him.
He didn't kiss the wound, but his cool lips went directly to Yi Heye's most ticklish forbidden area, and even gently licked it.
"Uh..." Yi Heye felt his scalp tingle from the man's actions and couldn't help but cry out. The next second, the man squatted down and reached towards the spot where Yi Heye had been shouting.
Yi Heye merely gave him a symbolic push, then let him do whatever he wanted without restraint.
This guy learned a lot from the database and applied the algorithm perfectly to practice. Not only did he not show any of the awkwardness of a novice, but he even gave Yi Heye the absurd illusion that this was paradise.
Yi Heye stood stiffly with red eyes, staring intently at the whorl of hair on his head. He gritted his teeth to keep himself from making a sound, and it seemed that he could do nothing but control himself to prevent it from sliding down.
Led by Jian Yunxian to the edge of the cliff, Yi Heye held onto his hair tightly for a long time before letting go. Without pausing, he sat down in the crook of Jian Yunxian's legs, facing him, and took his hand, pulling Jian Yunxian down into the abyss together.
They had almost no time difference, which was intentional on Jian Yunxian's part.
Although both of them had a touch of childishness, Jian Yunxian was always the one who would take a step back and see the bigger picture compared to Yi Heye, who always wanted to be number one in everything.
They embraced each other in silence, unable to tell whose sweat it was, only knowing that they were both soaking wet as if they had just been pulled out of the water.
Neither of them bothered to look up first. It wasn't out of any emotional dependence; it was more like two people who had just finished a long swim in the ocean using each other's arms as driftwood to catch their breath on the shore, barely managing to rest amidst the ebb and flow of life.
They all knew that this comfort and emptiness was only temporary, but neither of them wanted to be the one to break the balance.
After a long, long time, Yi Heye lazily raised his head. He wanted to say something, but when he saw Jian Yunxian's face, he first reached out to wipe the corner of his mouth clean, and then looked up at the gray sky.
A wave of belated shame washed over him, and Yi Heye sighed and quietly shut his mouth.
Damn it, this is outdoors! You've really got some nerve, Yi Heye.
Seeing Yi Heye start to zone out, Jian Yunxian, who had recovered her spirits first, reached out to help him straighten his clothes. They didn't mention who had arrested whom at all, tacitly choosing to put the old score aside for the time being and let it go this time.
They weren't so wild as to take off their shirts, but that didn't stop Yi Heye's upper body from being a complete mess.
Yi Heye watched as Jian Yunxian meticulously straightened his wrinkled clothes, tidied his sleeves, and finally unbuttoned and rebuttoned his crooked buttons one by one from bottom to top.
Such care and attention gave Yi Heye a subtle sense of happiness, a feeling that neither Director Li nor anyone else could give him—a warmth tinged with a subtle flutter in his heart.
Jian Yunxian meticulously buttoned up his chest and finally unbuttoned his collar.
Yi Heye was waiting for him to button the last button back up, but he found that his movements had stopped at some point.
Looking down, she noticed that Jian Yunxian was staring at her left collarbone, and her expression became somewhat subtle.
Yi Heye then remembered that he still had two brand-new collarbone nails in his collarbone.
Perhaps thinking about the meaning behind the two nails, Yi Heye suddenly felt ashamed, grabbed his collar and buttoned it up tightly.
In Jian Yunxian's eyes, this action completely turned into a guilty conscience, and thus, the anger that had not yet materialized became a real thing.
Jian Yunxian tried hard to suppress his anger, but his voice still trembled uncontrollably, "...You hammered in nails?"
Author's Note:
Jian Yunxian: A type of sheep with a very strong sense of territory.
Chapter 135 (Number 135)
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Jian Yunxian stared at Yi Heye's collarbone, burning with anger, while Yi Heye looked at Jian Yunxian's eyes with a blank expression.
They stared at each other for several seconds, completely bewildered, before Yi Heye belatedly realized what the guy was angry about.
For some reason, Yi Heye suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction upon seeing his expression and deliberately unbuttoned his collar again: "Yeah, I just did it a few days ago."