Rib Flower [Ability]

It's just... to help you relieve it, there is no other meaning, besides, Sayero also helped me who didn't know what to do at the beginning, it's nothing.Leave it alone for fear of problems.

Besides him, who else can help Sayero solve this?

When opening the glass cabin, Helo persuaded himself like this, but turned off the monitor with a guilty conscience, looked up, and groped along the cold and soft restraint belt, protruding towards the opponent's abdomen.When his palm touched the scorching temperature, his brain seemed to crash on the spot, and he even lost his basic thinking ability. He just followed a programmed instruction and repeatedly executed the action on his hand, like holding a ball of water in his hand. The semi-molten volcanic rock will be burned into coke.

This is the first time he has touched Sayero so presumptuously, without the other party's knowledge.

The guilt of being overwhelmed almost overwhelmed him, and it was accompanied by a tormenting sense of excitement.

Helo closed his eyes and began to move, but he didn't know that the person in the glass cabin behind quietly opened his eyes, and the dark eyes silently peered at him in the dark.

In the dim light, the young man was suppressing his disordered breathing, his beautiful white face was burning red, and sweat dripped down his temples, like a child who tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time...

The man's pupils constricted again, feeling that the fragile rope that had just been grasped in his hand was about to be washed away by the force of a torrent, and he was about to be submerged in the chaotic and turbulent evil water.

He clenched his teeth, and the smell of blood filled his mouth.

After feeling a slight convulsion from the other party, the thick "magma" overflowed his palm, and He Luo withdrew his hand tremblingly.He stood still for a while, smelling the faint fishy smell in the air, and the guilt in his heart grew stronger.What did he do?Damn...

Not daring to look directly at Sayero's face, he hastily wiped his hands on sterile cotton, cleaned up the other's messy lower body, quickly closed the glass cover, looked at the quiet face of the man in a coma, and suddenly had the illusion that he was a strong man. -

The violent criminal was once again ashamed in front of the other party.

He chose a mild and stable long-acting sedative and injected it into the intravenous catheter of the other party. He raised his hand and reluctantly touched the glass, lowered his head, and walked out quickly as if fleeing.

The dark orbital cabin was illuminated by the light coming in from the window from time to time. He looked sideways and found thick clouds accumulated on the Devil's Mountain, slowly rolling down towards the desert, and there were faint flashes of thunder and lightning inside. The light and the low roar came from a distance.

Damn it, why can't he escape the shadow of his childhood when he went to an alien planet?

He subconsciously quickened his pace and walked towards the conference cabin with the best sound insulation.

The man in the medical cabin opened his eyes again, following the hurriedly leaving back all the way, piercing into the distant thunderstorm cloud.

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Thunder roared from the sky, and rain poured down.

The young man woke up from a sinister nightmare, covered in sweat, and the blanket seemed to stick to his body, like the countless pairs of hands entangled him in the dream.He sat up and carefully lifted a corner of the quilt, for fear of disturbing the sleeping man beside him, but suddenly felt a strange discomfort.

The immature thing between his legs was half-hard, and the inside of his pants was sticky.

Panicked like all boys who experience this for the first time, he shuddered, curled up and let out a cry.

"What's wrong?...Hello?"

Sayero woke up suddenly from the movement beside her.He propped up his body, half-opened his sleepy eyes, the tattooed scale pattern on his back was exposed under his shoulder-length blond hair, like a nocturnal lizard.Relying on his natural night vision, he saw the little guy clinging to the bed in the dark, his face flushed, his eyes wide open, looking at him in bewilderment.

"Have a nightmare?"

The man stretched out his hand suspiciously, but before he even touched the boy's face, the boy dodged away like an electric shock, hugging his knees.

Noticing the muddy stains under the boy's buttocks, he squinted and smiled knowingly, held the boy's slender ankle, and squeezed it comfortingly: "It's nothing, little guy, it just means you've grown up."

"Really? Am I sick?" The boy frowned suspiciously, looking like he was about to cry.

"When did I lie to you?"

The man sat up, grabbed one of his calves, pulled him into his arms, and hooked the edge of his wet panties with his fingers.

The boy was taken aback, and covered his lower body in panic and shame: "Brother?"

"You want to sleep in this dirty thing all night? Take it off and let me see if you're growing properly."

Amidst the pattering rain, the man's tone was indulgent and lazy, with the usual undeniable courage, pouring into Helo's ears like thunder, making him even have the courage to say "no". No.

The boy lowered his head, obediently allowing the other party to slowly peel off his underwear, and cleaned it for him with toilet paper, just wanting to find a crack in the ground to get in.His whole body was about to burn under the man's watching eyes, but fortunately the darkness covered everything.

"How... how about it, brother, I'm fine..."

He curled up his toes, not daring to raise his head, and asked in a low voice like a mosquito, but was suddenly touched by the man's calloused fingers, which almost made him jump up.

"There are still some. Little guy, as tender as you." As he spoke, the man pinched his nose, his voice hoarse.

He was so ashamed and angry that he couldn't bear it, jumped up from the bed like a rabbit, jumped to the ground with his bare buttocks, but was scared back by the thunder.

Lightning and thunder instantly brought back the most terrifying memory of his childhood. He shivered into the bed, curled up subconsciously into Sayero's arms like a rabbit returning to a familiar nest, and rested his head on his warm chest. However, he felt that the other party deliberately stepped back a certain distance, and put the quilt between their bodies before hugging him in his arms.

"Hey, don't be afraid, I'm here."

The man held the young boy in his arms, as if he was holding a fragile glass statue with caution and restraint.

The bridge of his nose was pressed against the back of his neck, and he could smell the alluring and sweet milk-like fragrance from the boy's skin, and a magma-like heat flowed under his abdomen, as if it was going to burn him from the inside out.He closed his eyes, tried his best to suppress his frenzied heartbeat, and tightly held the boy's immature little hand.

He tried to restrain himself with the non-existent blood relationship, treating him as the person in his memory, but subconsciously felt that they were different.

Ai Ling is the indelible guilt of his life, but Helo is a poppy that sprouted from his wound. He exudes a dark fragrance of poison, which seems to have eroded his original intention bit by bit.