Kuiba Longming

"Jiang Huang..." There were too many words in his throat, and he couldn't say a word when they were squeezed together. They could only hug him tightly...and then they were pulled away.

The Chief Secretary held Long Ming's arm, his expression changed from tenderness to indifference, "I don't remember who you are... I don't want to remember either."

Long Ming clenched his fists and stared at the chief executive's eyes, but he could only see indifference inside.

"So don't pester me anymore, I'm not in the mood to perfunctory you," Jiang Huang's nails were clenched into his palms, his face was still cold, and he didn't waver at all, "Don't make me feel sick in the end."

Long Ming's face was instantly pale as paper, he smiled incredulously, and two lines of blood and tears fell down, "Am... am I disgusting? Jiang Huang..."

"You can tell the general about the mirror image, but if you don't tell me, don't expect me to thank you with anything... If you don't want to die, just leave." The chief stood up indifferently.

Long Ming looked at his back, but couldn't say a single word.

He got up staggeringly, leaning on the wall and walked out, his headache was so severe that he couldn't tell where the pain was, as if countless steel needles had been inserted into the bones of his whole body, and every step involved severe pain.

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"Long Ming... Did I ask you to offend someone? The Secret Sect seeks trouble with you, and the Asian Union also seeks trouble with you, making up so many reasons, the four-month confinement is a record..." Lie Yan walked away Entering the confinement room, put the blood bag in front of Long Ming, sat down and looked at him, "Although confinement is quite boring, but the general sent me over to bring you meals and chat with you, can you show some face?"

Long Ming glanced at him, sat in the corner and didn't speak.

Lie Yan sighed, how come this kind of thankless work can be spread on him every time?

"If you don't talk, I'll leave." Lie Yan stood up bored, Long Ming lowered his eyes, his voice was hoarse, "Is there any smoke?"

"Here you are," the boy took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his trouser pocket and handed them to him.

Long Ming lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"You remember to eat, you have no choice but to pass the general..." Lie Yan glanced at him and walked out.

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After smoking a whole pack of cigarettes, he fell into a drowsy sleep, the lights in the confinement room were dimmed, Long Ming turned over, felt some itchiness on his feet, frowned and retracted, his ankles seemed to be pulled ...A ghost presses the bed again?

Quiba curled up his body slightly, showing restlessness in his sleep.

The itching slowly climbed up from his ankles, Long Ming tightened his body, and the warm tongue was disturbing his ears, he turned over uneasily, those feelings disappeared...

The drowsiness also slowly dissipated... staring at the wall in a daze.

But maybe the confinement room is too boring

The eyes that had been staring for a long time closed again at some point.

A complicated dream flashed out, and after a long time of dreaming, my body suddenly felt a little heavy... The dream turned into a single chaotic blur.

"Hmm..." The sound came from his mouth, Long Ming bit his lips tightly, enduring the feeling that something was wrong, and panting hard half-dream and half-awake.

"Ha... um..." Breaking free from the strange feeling, Long Ming opened his eyes... There was another person in the room, a man with a good figure, wearing casual clothes, looking at him with his chin resting on his shoulders.

"..." Long Ming's face changed slightly, "I just..."

"Sir, you've been sleeping really hard for the past few days..." The man got up and handed over a bag of fresh blood, "Sir Lie Yan has a task, and he asked me to come and see you every day."

"Hmm..." Long Ming stared at him for a while, then lowered his head listlessly, the agent suddenly leaned over, so close that he was almost about to paste it, "Sir..."

"Is there something wrong?" Long Ming frowned, he was stuck in the corner and couldn't move, the agent brought the blood bag in front of him, "You've lost weight, your body won't be able to bear it if you don't eat anymore."

"Let's put it down, I'll drink it when I'm hungry..."

"You haven't touched the blood from the past few days, aren't you hungry?" The agent put his fingers on Long Ming's waist and rubbed gently, and Kuiba grabbed that hand with a cold face. He spoke first, "Sir...don't hold on too tightly, beware of pain in your hands."

"Get out," Long Ming shook off the man's hand, and lay down again. The agent squatted down and reached out to touch his head, "Hey, get up and eat."

Long Ming bared his fangs and propped himself up, staring at this strange agent face to face, breathing on the other's face, "Get out."

"I'll leave as soon as you eat," the agent smiled with his eyes bent, showing no fear of Quiba's fierce appearance at all.

Long Ming pressed it to the agent's ear, "I like to drink fresh..." He lightly sniffed the agent's neck, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"I will give you whatever you want, sir..." The agent stroked Long Ming's long hair with a gentle voice.

Long Ming took a bite... his heart throbbed... the smell of blood... very fragrant...

Kuiba suddenly opened his eyes, wiped his face and sat up. It really was a dream... How could there be such... He turned his head and saw the handsome man sitting by the bed putting adhesive tape on the wound on his neck, and was stunned. ...

The agent looked back at him, it was a strange face, "You just fell asleep after sucking blood, isn't it good?"

Long Ming stared at him blankly, as if trying to find some clues, "..."

"I have to go, sir, eat obediently," the agent stood up, rubbed Long Ming's hair, and walked outside.

"Jiang Huang..." Long Ming stretched out his hand to grab the corner of the man's clothes, but just missed, the corner of the clothes brushed against his fingertips, a huge sense of loss enveloped him, and he was caught by a warm palm. The man took his hand and squeezed it lightly, "Sir...you have mistaken the person."

Long Ming stared at him blankly, then withdrew his hand, "...I'm sorry." Jiang Huang...how could he be here?I'm crazy.

The agent smiled and walked out.

Long Ming watched the door of the confinement room slowly close, and that figure completely disappeared.