When the blood race wears Omega

Before Yin Ran had time to think deeply, Jin Xingzhi seemed to have woken up too.

He closed his eyes subconsciously, pretending that he was still asleep.

As soon as Jin Xingzhi woke up, a buzzing sound ran through his brain from left to right.

He tapped his wrist hard on the head and gasped.With this shaking of his hand, something in his hand slowly swept across his cheek.

Jin Xingzhi raised his hand, and a tie that was half wrapped around his wrist hung directly in front of his eyes, which woke Jin Xingzhi awake.

He suddenly turned his head and found that Yin Ran was lying beside him with another tie wrapped around his wrist.

The black tie was wrapped around Yin Ran's fair wrist, half covering the clear red strangle marks, with a bit of abusive beauty.

Jin Xingzhi restrained his voice and held his breath, slowly lifted his leg that was on Yin Ran's body, and put it back to his side.

He moved carefully, for fear that Yin Ran would suddenly open his eyes in the next second.

He gently grabbed the clothes at the corner of the bed and walked straight into the bathroom.Just then, the fluffy hem seemed to scrape something off the bedside table.

Jin Xingzhi caught it in a hurry, and caught it in his arms before it touched the ground.

He turned his head in a panic, and found that Yin Ran was not affected by this little episode, so he continued to walk forward.

Just like that, he took the remnant of the burnt disposable incense into the bathroom.

When Jin Xingzhi saw clearly what he had just caught, what happened last night when he was half drunk and half awake was completely remembered.

When he put Yin Ran upside down on the bed yesterday, he wasn't sober at all, but the incense still contained "materials", which aroused his unbearable lust.

Not long after he forcibly broke Yin Ran's body, Jin Xingzhi suddenly noticed that all of Yin Ran's strength of resistance had disappeared, and he was completely unresponsive.

The sudden palpitation made Jin Xingzhi let go of his hand, and he retreated half an arm's distance away, only to realize that Yin Ran had fainted.

Jin Xingzhi tried his best to look at Yin Ran, and remembered that Yin Ran's previous coma had been recovered after a period of rest, and a tight string in his mind suddenly loosened.

He turned over and lay flat on the bed, his head was a mess of confusion.

An invisible force pressed on his eyelids, forcing him to close his eyes.

This time, I fell asleep until just now.

So... He slept Yin Ran, but it seemed that he didn't sleep completely.

He rubbed his temples vigorously, and put his hands on the sink.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Jin Xingzhi felt a little regretful that he didn't listen to his manager, and agreed to the kind of entertainment where he couldn't come to the table without a drink.

Jin Xingzhi didn't know how to face Yin Ran.

As if he suddenly remembered something, Jin Xingzhi hurriedly put on his clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

He walked to the bed, touched Yin Ran's forehead with his hand, and after testing that the temperature was normal, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the floor under the bed.

This is probably the time since his debut that he has paid the least attention to his image.

Looking at Yin Ran's side face, those unfinished desires from last night climbed up again, aggravating his physiological reaction in the morning.

The stiffness brought about by false sleep gradually enveloped Yin Ran, making it impossible for him to move or stay still.

For some reason, just after Jin Xingzhi touched his forehead, a strong sense of humiliation burst out from the bottom of his heart.

He really didn't expect that things would turn out like this.

He gritted his teeth secretly, but suddenly discovered a strange thing.

As the night passed, he didn't seem to feel any discomfort except for a certain part of his body.

Is it—

Yin Ran pursed her smile, and naturally hooked Jin Xingzhi around his neck from behind.

He obviously felt Jin Xingzhi's body go stiff.

Yin Ran drew a circle on Jin Xingzhi's heart with her fingertips: "You really don't have to force it, I told you to come, next time—"

Before he finished speaking, Jin Xingzhi grabbed his provocative hand and half turned around.

The knot between Jin Xingzhi's brows was almost impossible to untie, as if he didn't understand his hint.

Yin Ran's eyes slid all the way along Jin Xingzhi's abdominal muscles, and stopped at a place where Jin Xingzhi was in embarrassment.

Jin Xingzhi put his legs together to block Yin Ran's restless sight.

Glancing through the material, Yin Ran sighed with emotion, "This size...it's a pity that it won't work at critical times."

"no?"

The word "no" is probably a common word that can successfully irritate a man within 1 second.

Hearing such ridicule, the bewilderment that Jin Xingzhi had pent up in his heart suddenly dissipated.

He held Yin Ran's wrist, pinned him on the bed, and rubbed his red wrist vigorously: "I haven't settled with you for what happened yesterday, and you still dare to provoke me, do you want to stay on the bed today and be unable to get out? "

Yin Ran smiled warmly, fiddled with Jin Xingzhi's abdominal muscles with the other hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "You...can you?"

Jin Xingzhi remained silent, and tore off the quilt that was half covering Yin Ran's body.

At that moment, the back of Jin Xingzhi's head felt inexplicably painful, making him unable to restrain himself from closing his eyes.

Fragmentary memory images poured into Jin Xingzhi's mind without restraint, trying to crush his nerves.

In the severe pain, Jin Xingzhi heard endless abuse and criticism, saw the massacred crowd, the village engulfed by fire, the boy who was escorted to escape, the endless pursuit, the whipping when he was imprisoned, and the besieged Hard times to survive.

The last frame in his mind was fixed on the picture of the boy's father dying in front of him.

The blood-stained silver bell fell with a "ding" among the fragments turned into dust, and fell under the pale cold light.

Tsunade opened her eyes in shock.

All the boys in the picture have a mole on the right corner of their eye, which is exactly the same as the Yin Ran in front of them.

Jin Xingzhi suddenly remembered that Yin Ran had said before that he could get past memories through contact with himself, could it be those just now?

"You——" Jin Xingzhi covered Yin Ran's mouth with his hands, blocking what he was about to say, and began to search for traces of the mobile phone with his eyes.

After rummaging on the bed for a while, Jin Xingzhi let go of his hand and started rummaging through the bedside table.

Yin Ran didn't know what she was planning, so she half propped herself up and asked kindly, "What are you looking for?"

"cell phone."

"Oh..." Yin Ran raised her chin and pointed to the door, "on the ground."

Pointing, he still did not forget to continue to tease: "You don't mean to say that it was just because the phone wasn't with you last night, did you?"

After a while, Jin Xingzhi held the phone directly in front of his eyes.

"This silver bell, do you...recognize it?"

The silver bell in the picture is exquisite and small, and its original luster is covered by the dried blood between the complicated patterns, just like the one he saw in Yin Ran's memory before.

Yin Ran froze all over, grabbed the phone and sat up from the bed at the same time, blurted out in disbelief: "Where did you come from?"

Yin Ran's reaction verified the authenticity of those memories just now, but facing Yin Ran's question, Jin Xingzhi remained silent for a while.

That kind of silence grabbed Yin Ran's heart, he put his hands on Jin Xingzhi's arms, and restrainedly repeated his question.

At the door, Xiao Tang's shout sounded before her knock.

"Mr. Jin, are you up? We are about to catch a plane."

Jin Xingzhi gritted his teeth, and replied to Yin Ran in a low voice: "Go back to the apartment first, you can see it before you talk."

He put on a coat, walked outside, and answered Xiao Tang's words through the door.

For the next few hours, although they walked side by side, they did not communicate.

The peaceful relationship between the two of them is like the tranquility filled with cooling agents, as long as a little spark can cause greater turmoil.

After a few words, Jin Xingzhi sent Xiao Tang away and took Yin Ran into his room.

He opened the cabinet door, squatted down and looked at the lowest level, and unlocked his safe with his fingerprints.

There was no cash or house book in the safe, only a palm-sized box.

Jin Xingxing took out the box, brushed off the dust on the box, opened the lid, and displayed the silver bell inside in front of Yin Ran.

Yin Ran raised his hand to take the box, and stretched out and retracted his hand that wanted to touch the texture of the silver bell.

The moment Yin Ling saw Yin Ling, Yin Ran seemed to think of many things again.

There is a pair of silver bells, one is worn by the father, and the other has been worn by him all the time.

After his father disappeared, the pair of bells had been on him all the time, but the bell seemed to become a single one after he became an adult.

As for what happened in the middle, Yin Ran still can't remember at all.

Seeing the struggling look on Yin Ran's face, Jin Xingzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

"I got it on the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month when I was 14 years old."

"Why do you remember it so clearly?"

There was no visible change on Jin Xingzhi's face, but the blood vessels on his arms protruded ferociously.

"That was the 100th day of my parents' death, and it was also the day when I was differentiated." Jinxing swallowed, and forcibly suppressed the fishy smell in his throat, "When I woke up, this thing was in my hand. I Don't know where it came from or how it came to be. I had it checked and knew nothing but silver."

Yin Ran lowered her eyes, closed the box, and put it on the table.

Some important memory must have been missed, and he had to remember it.

Yin Ran gently grabbed Jin Xingzhi's collar: "Let's do it again."

His voice was very low, jerky as if asking for help for the first time: "Take it as it is, help me."