After helping the protagonist escape from the lunatic, I was targeted [Through the Book]

After Shen Luyang listened to this difficult broadcast, he put on his clothes and rushed downstairs without hesitation for a minute.

During the process, he called Xie Weihan twice, but no one answered.

He was not fully dressed, only a T-shirt and a light jacket were on his body in the five or six degree temperature, he jumped into the car and stepped on the gas pedal hard.

Shen Luyang: All, what's going on?How is Mr. Xie now?

[System repairing...]

Shen Luyang let out a "shit".

This is a crash?

Everything is dead, this time the matter is so serious?

No one answered the fourth call, Shen Luyang wished he could fly over with two wings.

The two sides of the road, which are always brightly lit, seem to be covered with a layer of black veil at this moment, a piece of darkness, pressing on the already urgent heart, and every beat is exhausted.

Along the way, he imagined countless possibilities.

Today is Shi Fan and Jiang Nuanyu's evening self-study and answering questions. If Shi Fan is in the office, is it possible that some students begged Xie Weihan to stay in the evening self-study, and Jiang Nuanyu asked for leave, and the students left after answering questions. There are only two people left in the office. alone...

Then why does the system say "the distance between the two people is far away" when prompted?

Did the sudden situation arise after the two separated, or did the system make a mistake in its judgment?

A system error, is it a bug, or...human?

Shen Luyang frantically rang the doorbell, but no one answered. The passing neighbor gave him a strange look, but he ignored it. He accidentally pressed the handle, only to find that the door was unlocked.

He pushed it away.

The brain that hadn't woken up was anxious and confused, and took the time to imagine angrily, how dangerous it would be to open the door according to Teacher Xie's face!

Why can't you take care of yourself!

It was dark inside, and Shen Luyang couldn't even smell a little bit of pheromone, but he had a strange intuition.

Xie Weihan was inside, in a certain room.

He has been studying for so long and has never experienced the situation of "rising dark value". Now everything is dead, and he doesn't even have a discussion.

Then don't discuss it, these two days are really aggrieved.

Shen Luyang decided to be reckless.

Betting that Xie Weihan's rising dark value and the double pressure of the susceptible period will not hurt him.

He closed the door and locked it for someone with a strong sense of security.

Fang Yi said that Xie Weihan is a highly egoistic antisocial personality disorder, but Shen Luyang has an inexplicable confidence in him, and his self-control is higher than pathology.

If he is out of control, he can't be eaten, and he is not a rookie.

Shen Luyang broke his neck with a "crack".

When Shen Luyang was in junior high school, every time he fought with someone bravely because of righteousness, he always went there with the mentality of "I will die this time, I have to do this good deed to scare you to death, you are a living Bodhisattva!"

After many years, he is already an adult who has learned to use reason to do good.

But it didn't delay him from rushing back.

Men are young until they die.

Shen Luyang, who was shackled by the system's rules and regulations, didn't want to think so much.

He searched around the living room, but there was none. He called out "Mr. Xie, I'm Shen Luyang" a few times, but no one responded.

There is no moon tonight, the curtains are drawn, and it is dark everywhere.

A little panicky.

The Living Bodhisattva who came up from Mang was so frightened, Shen Luyang coughed, and shouted freely: "Mr. Xie, come out. I am Shen Luyang. Your house is so dark. I am a little scared."

While talking about Shen Luyang, he pushed open the door of the study room. He hadn't gone in the last time he came here. With some curiosity and some vigilance, he recklessly went in the moment the door opened.

The inside was darker than the living room, and he stood at the door like a fool and rubbed his eyes for a long time before he got used to it.

Why not use a phone flashlight?

Shen Luyang took a deep breath, he was so stupid that he wanted to laugh, and then he laughed.

Halfway through the laugh, the back of my neck felt cold.

A burst of cold air appeared behind him without any warning, and the hypothermia was like a block of ice.

Shen Luyang's hairs stood on end, his breathing was stagnant.

Alpha's intuition told him - run!

He closed his eyes, clenched his fingers tightly, his neatly manicured nails carved blood marks on his palm, and the pain gripped his frantically fleeing nerves.

He subconsciously raised his foot and put it back again.

"Mr. Xie," when he spoke again, his voice was already extremely dry, as if his vocal cords were stuck on sandpaper, leaving bloodstains, and he still wanted to make a sound, "I am Shen Luyang."

"Hmm." A heavy weight that cannot be ignored was pressed on Shen Luyang's right shoulder, gently pinching Xie Weihan's chin.

The voice is still restrained, like metal sealed in the ice edge, there is an incomprehensible hum among the tremors.

Shen Luyang heard him say in this magnetically detached voice: "I know."

he knows.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Shen Luyang subconsciously swung his hand back, and touched a cold and bony hand.

He held it tightly, and the temperature difference made him tremble indistinctly.

I don't know if it's because of the system crash, or something else, but nothing happens between the touches.

At least there was no sign of Shen Luyang's susceptibility period coming.

Shen Luyang tried his best to calm his voice, but instinct made him tremble slightly, which was natural, fear of S-level Alpha.

He has never been like this before, because Xie Weihan has always taken good care of him.

Now it's his turn to take care of Xie Weihan.

"Mr. Xie, your susceptibility period is over, I brought Fang Yi's medicine, you—"

The voice stopped abruptly, and Shen Luyang's throat was touched with a hand with clear bones, forcefully choking the rest of the words.

The slight suffocation made Shen Luyang tighten the hand holding Xie Weihan, and continued to finish with a trembling voice: "I didn't, tell Fang Yi... I came here alone..."

The strength was slightly relaxed, and the breathing on the side of the neck was also cool, which made Shen Luyang feel that he was very cold.

The cold lips pressed against the same soft earlobe, and the cool breath fell into the ears. Shen Luyang's fingertips were numb, and he tried hard not to dodge. While breathing tremblingly, he smelled something that seemed to be nothing on him, which made him sink. The aroma of red wine.

He hasn't smelled it for a few days and kind of misses it.

The voice was close to the ear bone, and the lips kissed the ear lightly, using the most intimate gesture to express the threat.

"Why are you here?"

"Come to you."

"Why do you know?"

"……can not say."

As soon as the earlobe hurts, the sharp teeth only bite lightly, leaving wet marks and numbness that make people feel helpless, like a not-so-stern warning.

Shen Luyang shrugged his shoulders because of the pain, and a muffled moan escaped from his throat.

From this little pain, like a plant longing for sunlight, he sensitively found the lure of indulgence hidden under danger.

Like some kind of unspeakable hint, floating in an ambiguous air, the holder is not eager to make him understand, but enjoys watching him confused and eager for it.

Shen Luyang tried his best to understand, even if there was only a little possibility, he had to try.

He persistently repeated what Xie Weihan had taught him—slowly separate his five fingers, slowly and tentatively squeeze into each other's fingers, the soft and delicate skin touches delicately and tenderly, making his throat slightly tight, his lips parted dryly, They were obviously just holding hands, but they were so nervous that they even relaxed their breathing.

Fingers must be interlocked - the first knowledge point of the last teaching.

He remembered.

The fingers on the Adam's apple tightened an inch, Shen Luyang didn't resist, just endured it in embarrassment, he clenched that hand even more incomprehensibly, the healthy complexion and the excessively cold white fingers formed a strange and harmonious contrast, as if they were entrenched on a branch The poisonous snake, a little bit tightened.

The wet and slippery scales rub against the straight roots of the plant, possessing the sweetness of the stamens. The snake is not in a hurry to taste it, and only licks the tight and blooming buds again and again.

In order to relieve the oppression of suffocation, Shen Luyang leaned back, his pupils were dilated looking at the dark sky above, the tip of his bitten ear was blood red, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

He almost fell into Xie Weihan's arms.

In the cold and moonless night, the victim held her frail neck tightly with the cruel assailant's fingers. On the bleeding fingertips, she cuddled eagerly, eagerly, and warmly in the darkness.

A picture of cruelty and tenderness.

Shen Luyang used the other hand to hold Xie Weihan's hand that was stuck in his throat, and opened it downwards—unimaginably easy.

The other party seemed to have been waiting for him to do this, the cold and wet kiss fell on the warm neck, as if smelling an exquisite dinner, careful, gentle, and terrifying.

Shen Luyang is like a prey being stared at by a cold-blooded animal, struggling in vain and overly optimistic in the dark dream woven by the other party, joy, pain, addiction... are all dominated by the other party.

He wanted to turn his head, but he was restrained, unable to move, only his mouth could move, opening and closing, hoarse and trembling: "Mr. Xie, I have already held you."

The clasped fingers moved, indicating that he still remembered the class that impressed him deeply.

Xie Weihan's long, blood-red eyes were half-opened inexplicably, and the corners of his dark red lips curled up in bloody arcs.

His angels were looking for him for a reward.

Despite his hands being controlled, Xie Weihan lightly touched the soft skin with the tip of his nose, slowly moved it to the back of his neck, and pressed lightly on the fragile and sensitive glands, feeling the unbearable trembling of the warm body in front of him.

Fragile, yet tenacious.

People can't help but look forward to, playfully and cruelly imagine where his limit is.

The diametrically opposite temperature was conveyed bit by bit through tiny touches, and the corners of Xie Weihan's lips deepened, tearing off the warm skin, revealing his wicked soul.

He placed a moist kiss on Alpha's most sensitive gland, and every inch of skin was stained with his pheromone.

Xie Weihan gave the answer rewardingly: "Not enough."

not enough……?

Shen Luyang's Adam's apple slid up and down.

That is... the second knowledge point.

kiss.

The breathing was chaotic for a moment, and the heartbeat gradually became faster, like a broken paper shell, falling crackling marbles, losing the rhythm.

Just kissing, he has kissed many times, and Mr. Xie taught him how to do it.

The throat is thirsty, the tip of the tongue is licking the tip of the teeth in the mouth at a loss, the small pain can't bring you soberness, but you are drunk in the sweet and bitter black mist.

Shen Luyang let go of his clenched hands, turned around again, and was caught off guard by a pair of dark red eyes.

An ocean brewed with wine, between opening and closing is the cloudiness of the entire sea area, containing everything and devouring everything. Only when you give up your body and look with your soul, can you see that there is a bright starry sky hidden in it that has never been discovered.

The overly pale face has a kind of fragile and fragile beauty in the dark. The soul of the ancient sculpture came to the world to shape this perfect face.

Shen Luyang didn't know whether he was bewitched by this face, or his soul was indulging in the deepest part, so he took a step forward unconsciously, longing for the taste of the other party.

He knew how to calm down the susceptible period, Xie Weihan did it for him.

The man stood quietly, the blood from his fingertips was casually smeared on the white cuff of his left hand, a dazzling red disturbed Shen Luyang's thoughts and breathing.

The elegant and quiet temperament made the crisis just now seem like an illusion.

He staggered a step slightly, giving way to the position where he just walked out of the study, and the gentleman looked at Shen Luyang thoughtfully.

After receiving Shen Luyang's fiery gaze, he just curled his lips, and with dark eyes, he gently handed the right of choice to him again.

"Do you want to leave? Yang Yang."