Rib Flower [Ability]

"Sayaro you bloody bastard!"

Panting heavily, he gritted his teeth, pulled the flashlight from the opponent's hand, glanced at the volt index displayed on it in a panic, and relaxed his nerves a little.

Sayero has always been precise in his work, so accurate that it seems to have been measured by an instrument, even the amount won by gambling.Sometimes he really suspects that the opponent is a bionic person—this moment is no exception, it is just the limit value that can make an adult fall into a coma without danger, and a few more clicks are enough to kill a small beast.

Touching the dark burn on the man's arm, his eyes felt hot, and he leaned close to the other's ear, grinding his teeth fiercely: "I hate you...you heard it clearly, Sayero. I will return to Earth tomorrow, and put You leave here to fend for yourself."

Spewing out this self-deceiving sentence with all his heart and lungs seemed to have exhausted his strength, Helo fell to the ground, covering his eyes with one hand to block the cowardice that was about to burst out of his eyes, he didn't even bother to wipe the sticky blood on his neck, his eyes fluttered Slowly ascending to the sky through the small cabin window above the head, the brain is a little dizzy.

The scenery on this strange planet turned out to be so beautiful.

There are no thick clouds like that on the earth. There is only a thin layer of blue mist floating on the sky, and stars, large and small, are scattered in it, like gems dotted on a piece of light silk.

Just like the virtual starry sky he and Sayero saw in the amusement park when he celebrated his birthday that year.

"This is Pluto, this is Neptune... tell me what is this blue planet, Helo?"

The glass window suddenly turned into a screen, and the man's slender and clear-boned hands touched one by one, the deep and magnetic voice was still in his ears, and the rising smoke lingered in front of his eyes with his breathing.

"Don't fall asleep...that star is called Hero." The man scratched his nose with his tobacco-smelling fingers, "Because it's as beautiful as your eyes."

Unable to break free but extremely gentle strength, a solid chest full of hormonal taste, everything about this man runs through all the good moments he can recall, they are like the air that allows him to survive, and like a chronic poison - The medicine went deep into his internal organs.

Let him be tortured all the time, drinking poison to quench his thirst...

Helo bowed her body, buried herself in the man's chest, took a deep breath, and sighed.

Sayero, how, how can I not need you?

So -- there seems to be no antidote.Unless you die yourself.

He wiped his neck, smiled wryly, stood up against the wall, put Sayero's arms on his shoulders with difficulty, and drove him to the medical area step by step.

Out of a strange, obstinate possessiveness, he didn't want to call anyone else to help.Perhaps it was because he was reluctant to give up such a rare opportunity of "being relied on by Sayero" to others.

I don’t know if it’s because of the injury, but the short distance of tens of meters feels a bit long to walk. It’s vaguely like returning to the alley with scattered steel bars in a certain winter, and they cuddled together like this. I kept walking for a long, long time.

The road in his memory seemed endless, and he couldn't remember where it led. He only remembered that the warmth on Sayero's body dispelled all the cold, and the hands that protected him in his arms were so strong.

Obviously... the blood flowed from the arms to the feet, stepping into the deep and shallow footprints one after another.

Then it was deposited into his mind, carved into cracks that could not be erased.

He digs his fingers into those cracks like a rock climber, and climbs up for years, hoping that one day he can stand as tall as the other person, and he can give him the stronger shoulders as he protects himself.

But...it was easily defeated by a little uncontrollable change.

"Let you see a joke, Sayero." When he put the man back into the medical cabin, he couldn't help but muttered to himself, and then looked at his face seriously through the glass, "It won't happen in the future."

No matter what happens to you, it's time for me to protect you.

Or rather, control you.

Hearing the breathing beside him become calmer, Herlo's chaotic brain gradually cleared up, and he cleaned the wound on his neck in front of the mirror.It can be seen that Sayero didn't bite hard, the cut was very small, but it was extremely red and swollen. At first glance, it looked very ambiguous, as if it had gone through a fierce love affair.

He unconsciously remembered the few frames that flashed by the camera, but his thoughts ignored the weird shot and quickly slipped to the content in front.

At that time, he watched it in such a hurry that he didn't even appreciate the special meaning of the shooting angle - it was secretly shot when he was taking a shower, and the whole process was captured in great detail.

Not even a moment of self-blasphemy was missed.

If Sayero hadn't photographed it, he would have thought it was done by some pervert.But he bought the video camera with him, and he was only a teenager in the picture.

Terrible related memories came one after another to show off its existence. He recalled that he once asked Sayero about the contents of the camera in a serious manner, but Sayero always locked it in the place where he could not solve it no matter what algorithm he used. In the locked lockbox.

Whenever he asked, Sayero narrowed his eyes and put on a serious face.

Grown-ups always have secrets that are not suitable for children, little one, you will know when you grow up.

He was so condescending, answering in the unique tone that elders treat children, as if there are some rules of life in it.

In the end, it was really not suitable for children.

A picture can't help appearing in Herlo's mind. Sayero sits alone in the room late at night, turns on the camera, looks at the pictures he took by himself, and then closes his eyes...

He quickly bandaged his neck, lifted the collar up, and forcibly put aside the speculation that "Sayaro might have liked him a long time ago and has sexual interest in him", but his brain seemed to explode. tidy.

If this is the case, then every time Sayero does those actions...

For example, giving him medicine after a spanking.

What was he thinking?

Helo turned on the faucet and flushed it, sorted out his messy thoughts, and walked out of the isolation area without looking sideways. When he passed Sayero's medical cabin, he tripped over a cable that suddenly appeared.

When did this thing show up here?

He rubbed his forehead that hit the bottom of the cabin, raised his head, and saw Sayero's body seem to move when his eyes swept across the cabin inadvertently.Remembering what he missed, he decisively pressed the button that activated the restraint belt, not forgetting to use the highest limit mode.

Black soft metal belts intersect and strangle the man's sculptural body, revealing his wide shoulders and narrow waist, and his powerful muscle curves are properly outlined. The whole figure is well armed. His saber-like introverted sharpness reveals a suffocating sense of abstinence.The more abstinence, the more sexy, and the more sexy, the more taboo...

The man's abs tightened as the straps wrapped around his strong thighs.This immediately triggered another chain reaction——

Helo pulled away his gaze from the other's crotch, turned his face away, his heart was beating like he had been in a tragic car accident.

He turned his back to warn himself that he should leave, but his feet were nailed to the ground. The sound of the other party's breathing was like the chant of a sea monster, and it drilled into his eardrum wave after wave.What's more terrible is that he heard the faint tightening sound of the restraint belt, and Sayero let out a low hoarse grunt.

His whole back was numb.