Rib Flower [Ability]

He swallowed, and stared blankly at the other party: "You...you're awake, I thought..."

"They injected me with the serum of the Flower of Evil." Sayero coughed, his voice a little hoarse, "I have passed the rejection period, and my life is not in danger for the time being."

"The four-dimensional creature parasitic in your body..."

"Because the Flower of Evil is being suppressed, I can't feel its movement for the time being, but my consciousness can still be out of the body for a short time. Maybe it will die together with the Flower of Evil being decomposed." Said Sayero rubbing Rubbing his head, "Don't worry."

All the uneasy factors lurking in the blood were precipitated by this action.

Helo smelled the disinfectant on his body, and this originally unpleasant smell became gloomy and pleasant because it was mixed with Sayero's body odor.

Like a cedar grove silent and deep at night.

He couldn't help wanting to stay in this forest for a while longer, and the hand on the nape of his neck picked up a few strands of his hair to play with, making his scalp tingly.

The smell on Sayero's body is addictive, he couldn't help sniffing a few times, like a puppy looking for food, Sayero's throat moved, he hooked the corners of his lips silently, and pinched his small earlobe habitually, Knead between two fingers.Helo felt the blood pooling towards the place he touched, and the roots of his ears turned red.

"Let me see your wound."

"It's... nothing more."

Involuntarily, the speaker next to his ear slid down and untied his collar.On the young man's swan-like neck, the "hickey marks" left by him suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"Does it still hurt?" Sayero stretched out his hand to gently scrape the slender blood vessels there, his eyelids trembled a few times, and he still felt lingering fear.Khloe avoided his touch, strands of hair brushing the back of his hand.

"It didn't hurt that much at the time..."

"I almost ate you, don't you know how to write the word fear?" Sayero asked in a low voice.

"Eat it as soon as you eat it... I don't have much meat either."

Helo sat up on his knees with his arms supported, riding on Sayero's waist, with his hands on both sides of his head.

It was clearly a dominant position, but his head was lowered in embarrassment.

Strands of bangs hang down, blocking the line of sight, like a layer of misty rain, hiding the meaning of unknown and strong feelings.From this moment on, Herlo felt that some kind of change seemed to have taken place in their relationship, like a thunderstorm that had been brewing for many years, and finally landed at this moment.

Sayero raised his hand and caressed the blushing cheeks of the boy he raised with his own hands.

Changing from the indifferent touch before, Herlo felt that he was like a blind man trying to describe his expression into his mind, and the finger bones moved slowly and delicately on his skin.

Even if you don't look at it, you can imagine Sayero's focused eyes at the moment.

—was looking at him.

Fingers clenched into a ball, Helo held his breath, even his lips were red.

"Sayaro, what are you doing..."

"Look at your cuteness."

"..."

Herlo's brain roared, and she blinked dully, feeling a little dazed.

Once this kind of frivolous and almost flirtatious praise is said by Sayero, the lethality is simply terrific.

"I...I warn you..." He pursed his lips, his head was lowered, his back was arched, and his fingers unconsciously grasped the strands of blond hair that leaked between his fingers, "Don't treat me like a child."

"Why not be a child?" Sayero asked in a low voice.He used a seductive and seductive tone of a mature man that Helo had never heard from him, as if he was leading him into the field of love, and even gave him the absurd illusion that Sayero was pursuing him .

For some reason, he blurted out, "Just be me. Don't be someone else."

Feeling that Sayero's hand touching him was stiff, Helo raised his eyelids and stared at him like a hungry wolf that was desperately needing to be fed. Sayero half-closed his eyes, and the finger bones scraped his pointed jaw dotingly, He squeezed his chin, raised his head and bit the mark on his neck, like a wolf teaching a provocateur who doesn't know the rules.

"If I knew you were so stupid, I should have eaten you to save trouble."

The hoarse and sexy threat in his ear was like an electric shock, Helo shuddered, but still looked down at him with a pair of blue eyes staring like rabbits.Sayero restrained the urge to immediately press him down to do something, stretched out a hand and rubbed his unruly and messy silver hair indiscriminately.

"You should get out of here, Herlo."

"Where are you going?" Herlo frowned and sat up on his knees.

"Leave this hospital as soon as possible. You must not let the cia executives catch you. They will come at dawn. Before that, you must escape from here and leave Washington, D.C. from the underground."

"Why?" Helo asked back, looking involuntarily at his own face in the reflection.

"Because you are a clone." Sayaro paused, and for the first time told him the almost cruel fact, "I found out that you didn't get their permission. This is a serious crime."

Her heart was twisted into a ball, and He Luo was stuck in her throat: "Crime? I can't stop watching."

"Also... because Ai Ling is some important person in cia, isn't it?"

Sayero's pupils shrank slightly: "You are always smart."

I can not guess it.

Even if it invades your brain, it can't see through you.

He thought to himself, and heard Sayero ask again: "Are you confident to do this?"

"Escape from this place?" Herlo raised his eyebrows sarcastically, "It's not like you don't know that hacking the system here is a piece of cake for me, and it's not challenging at all."

He paused: "You don't want to come with me, you want to stay here?"

Sayero nodded. "After all, I have been missing for six years. I have to stay here to meet with high-level officials. After passing some necessary tests, I can only leave after confirming that I have no problem."

"What if there is a problem?"

"I don't have any problems except you." Sayero replied without hesitation.

Helo gritted her teeth angrily: "Where will I go after I escape?"

"Western Suburbs, Eisner Block, there is a big playground there, go to the Desire Restricted Club to find a trainer named Cecil, and ask him to take you to Alex's room, the password is your birthday Binary notation.

Promise me, be careful, the DC area is said to be the safest place in America, but the chaos in the suburbs is about the same as Hong Kong. "

Trainer?Desire restricted area?

...sounds like the name of an sm club.

He couldn't help asking in a questioning tone: "How can you have someone you know in that kind of place? And there is an exclusive room?"

Does Sayero still have this hobby in private?He is indeed a person with a strong desire to control. If Sayero is really a s, he will not doubt it at all, but the problem is, who has Sayero played sm with.

"Because of a mission. He is my eyeliner in the western suburbs."

Sayero was a little helpless that he had grasped the wrong focus.

This water-tight answer made his doubts very naive and ridiculous. Hero was a little annoyed, and suddenly felt his neckline tighten—he looked down, and a button on his chest was broken, and Sayero was helping him button it.

A burning sensation hit the place where his chest was touched, and he avoided it unbearably, but Sayero's fingers slid across his collarbone gently, revealing a breathless tenderness from the fingertips, clearly He was buttoning the buttons, but it seemed to be binding him with a shackle.

Helo knew that this feeling was his psychology.

No matter what time, Sayero's control over him always has the effect of making him unable to struggle.

"Why, does this answer disappoint you a little?"

Looking at his clear and beautiful collarbone, Sayero felt the urge to unbutton the collars that he had fastened by himself, but unfortunately he couldn't do that now.

"..."

Hearing this sentence unexpectedly, Helo was stunned for a moment, but inexplicably, the scene of Sayero binding his hands appeared in his mind several times. He jumped up, hit his head on the hatch again, and fell back into Sayero's arms.Sayero turned his head, dry lips slowly brushing his cheek.

"Enter the playground and walk through the west gate. Don't make casual contact with strangers. Don't leave before I get there to pick you up. Do you understand?"

"understood."

Helo replied impatiently, climbed out of the medical cabin, looked around, and slipped out along the same path.

Tap the stop button lightly with one finger, and the silhouette that flitted across the screen was frozen on the screen.

With his fingertips across the figure's face, the man's electronic eyes flashed brightly, and he looked at the half-dead Asian man who was handcuffed to the torture device: "You said, you are the informant planted by the CIA agent Sayero in Thorn Paradise, And have known this kid for many years, right?"

Ando nodded weakly. Following his movements, the two thin needles pierced into his temples burst out a string of tiny electric currents, making him twitch slightly.

"Then, you must be an excellent double agent. Let's start with him."