Infinity: Others play games with krypton gold, I play games with krypton life

"Are you concerned about me?"

Ling Rizhao regretted asking the question the moment he asked it. His heart was beating like a drum, and time stretched infinitely under the extension of darkness.

I don’t know how long I waited, maybe one minute, maybe two minutes, I just felt like my whole life was about to pass, before Ling Rizhao finally heard a sentence.

"I care that you failed the mission, and they won't give me the other half of my salary."

This answer left Ling Rizhao speechless. It was not in line with any of the situations he had expected.

But better than any other.

He exhaled slowly, his heart sinking, with nowhere to rely on, but suddenly calmed down.

A person like him shouldn't expect anything else. Ling Rizhao had already made up his mind to sacrifice himself at any time, so he shouldn't let others worry about him.

That's fine.

"If you can't sleep, exchange for a hypnosis card! Didn't you say that it's very effective?"

"One thousand dollars a minute! How can it not work? I won't change it."

Xiao Qianchuan answered in a decisive tone, his resentment evident even through the pillow.

Ling Rizhao smiled and shook his head, saying helplessly: "Use it! I'll reimburse you. Besides, I'm a light sleeper, and you toss and turn all night, so neither of us can sleep well."

Knowing that the other party was deliberately paving a way for him, Xiao Qianchuan was not unwilling to appreciate it, but he was a little worried tonight.

"No need. I'm sleeping too soundly. What if something happens and you can't wake me up?"

These words floated into Ling Rizhao's ears, and his heart, which had just calmed down, began to thump again. He turned sideways, with his back to the boy, and covered his chest with his right hand, fearing that his voice would tremble when he opened his mouth.

"It's still early, so you can exchange your two-hour hypnosis card to rest and recuperate. If anything happens, it will probably be late at night, and I'll call you then."

Xiao Qianchuan glanced at the bedside clock, hesitated for a moment, and felt that what the other party said made sense and that the two of them couldn't just waste time like this.

"Okay then! I'll just sleep for an hour. If anything happens, you must call me."

"must."

As soon as Ling Rizhao finished speaking, he heard the breathing sounds on the bed suddenly become even and long.

Already asleep?

He lifted the quilt. Knowing that Xiao Qianchuan would not be easily woken up due to the hypnosis cards he had used, Ling Rizhao still tiptoed to the bedside.

The young man frowned slightly, looking uneasy even in his sleep. Ling Rizhao couldn't help but reach out his hand and touch the vertical lines between his eyebrows with his fingertips, trying to smooth them out bit by bit.

But the force was too light and gentle to change anything.

Ling Rizhao sighed softly, turned around and walked to the end of the bed. He squatted down, pinched the corner of the quilt and folded it upwards, then glanced downward.

I thought, indeed!

Xiao Qianchuan had been complaining about being sleepy and stayed in bed, refusing to take a shower. Now he even wore socks to sleep. It was just because the other party didn't want him to see his injured foot.

But how could he not notice?

The memory of the other person running towards him anxiously in the orange grove, panting and holding her high heels, lingered in Ling Rizhao's mind.

At that time, he was thinking how painful those feet would be.

Ling Rizhao lowered his head and saw the skinny calves in front of him tightly wrapped in socks. The white cotton cloth extended all the way to the instep, and further down was a glaring red.

It was dried blood. The soles of the white cotton socks were soaked and dried, becoming a reddish-brown hard lump that stuck firmly to the broken flesh. Ling Rizhao frowned at the sight.

He stood up and walked out of the house, rummaging around in the living room, becoming more and more confused.

At one point, I even wondered if I should go see Dr. Newt at this time. Maybe I stayed at the young master's place tonight and didn't go back to my room at all, so it wouldn't be a problem to go out!

Fortunately, he quickly found what he wanted and gave up the idea of ​​going out in time.

Ling Rizhao returned to the bedroom again carrying the small medicine box. The boy still maintained the same sleeping position as before, and even his breathing frequency had not changed.

This system prop is really magical!

Taking out a pair of scissors, Ling Rizhao carefully cut the socks into pieces. He then used tweezers to pick out the parts where the socks were stuck to the wound bit by bit as if doing needlework, separating them carefully.

The candlelight is soft, but too dim.

After cleaning and applying medicine, Ling Rizhao rubbed his sore eyes, held the boy's slender ankle, and suddenly stared at the scarred soles of his feet.

He has always been very focused, and his thoughts rarely wander as far as they do now.

A movie scene suddenly popped up in his mind. It was a very classic scene and also the only time he appreciated the female body.

In a dilapidated temple, a female ghost tried to seduce a passing scholar with her beauty. However, the camera did not focus on the actress's beautiful face, but instead zoomed in on the ghost's feet.

The female ghost sat by the pond, her calves as white and tender as lotus roots swaying in the pond, her insteps raised up strings of water droplets.

How could that pair of jade feet attract the scholar? It clearly attracted the audience's soul.

But the scholar fled in panic, which Ling Rizhao found ridiculous.

Seeing such a scene, how could anyone remain indifferent?

He subconsciously held up the pair of thin feet in his palms. The overly white skin was almost transparent, and the blood vessels and veins on the instep were slightly raised. Ling Rizhao gently pressed his fingertips on the other's instep, sinking and rebounding again and again.

This game is extremely interesting and Ling Rizhao never gets tired of it.

These feet are also extremely precious, like the most perfect works of art.

He held his feet in his palms lovingly and protected them, wishing them to get better soon.

His breathing gradually became heavier, and Ling Rizhao's breathing became disordered.

He seemed to have become the scholar who was seduced by a female ghost in the movie. He lowered his head as if possessed by a ghost and pecked the tip of her round and lovely toes quickly and softly.

The volcano erupted in an instant, and Ling Rizhao felt great joy and a hint of secret satisfaction in his heart, and the blood in his body was boiling.

Ling Rizhao stood up suddenly and suddenly became sober.

What temptation is there?

Some are just delusions.

The young man was sleeping quietly, so clean and beautiful.

Ling Rizhao lowered his head, raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

But the burning pain and self-contempt failed to calm the restlessness in his body, but instead made his heart burn even more unbearably.

Ling Rizhao turned around and took a step forward, but then quickly returned, bent down and tucked his bare feet into the quilt, not daring to stay for a moment.

It was late at night and Xiao Qianchuan was having a sound dream.

However, his live broadcast room was extremely lively, with the number of viewers approaching 3.

[Oops! Come on! Why are you so scared at the critical moment? This man is no good!]

[That's called restraint. Do you understand the previous part? Liking is possession, and love is restraint. Kissing the tip of a toe may be his biggest transgression.]

[He loves him so much, sob…]

[Hiss… that slap was really hard! This brother is a real character. Respect!]

[I knew that something must be wrong when a man and a woman are alone in the same room. Come on, sisters! Ling Xiao CP is giving out sweets!]

[A cool and elegant master vs a humble companion, this is a fateful bond! Loyalty or deception, this is the question.]

[Hmm... My little beauty is so horny, I am so in.]

[Chuanchuan, wake up! There are bad guys here who will bite off your little feet.]

[Hold my wife tight, I am the only one who can touch her little feet, shashasha…]