The eldest brother's responsibility [Interstellar]

Hearing this sentence, my hands trembled even more.

The blade unconsciously pressed inch by inch, and even though the cut skin healed extremely quickly, it couldn't resist the speed of the blood beads coming out.

"The arteries can only be cut with a heavier hand. My arteries will not heal so quickly like the skin," Cen Xing said, and took the initiative to poke his head closer, letting the individual blood beads turn into gurgling blood streams. "However, brother refuses to put down the knife, does that mean he agrees with me to kiss you?"

Shen Jiang watched the blade slowly enter the thin skin, and Cen Xing's face was getting closer and closer to him, as if he really wanted to kiss him.

The silver-white hair gradually covered her sight, and her fiery breath hit the tip of her nose. Suddenly, Shen Jiang lost her mind and slashed down the saber in her hand.

He watched the blue pain suddenly magnify, and then realized that he had missed, and quickly turned the knife, grasping the blade.

I saw Cen Xing knelt down slowly while clutching his neck.

The wound didn't heal quickly, and the blood was like a blowout, and it couldn't be covered no matter how hard it was covered.

Shen Jiang didn't care about the pain of holding the blade with her bare hands, so she hurriedly dropped the saber and backed away again and again.

"Brother really has the heart..." Cen Xing's voice was a little hoarse.

Shen Jiang stabilized her trembling hands, and said coldly, "You deserve to hide it from me."

After finishing speaking, Shen Jiang left the laboratory without hesitation.

Cen Xing watched his brother leave, stood up from the pool of blood, frowning.

He no longer covered the wound with his hands, letting the scarlet liquid slide down his neck and accumulate in the depression of his collarbone.

Cen Xing bent down to pick up the dagger dropped by his brother. Although his brother said he deserved it, the flustered movements of his hands would not lie.

There was still undried blood on the blade, half of it belonged to him, and the other half came from Shen Jiang's palm. The two kinds of blood fused with each other and entangled on the sharp tip of the knife.

Cen Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, greedily licking the mixed blood sprinkled on the blade.

This is evidence that his brother cares about him.

Running into the public washroom, the water flow from the faucet was turned on to the maximum.

Shen Jiang kept washing the blood on her hands and rubbing her bald skin with her palms without stopping.

After her breathing calmed down a little, Shen Jiang supported the surface of the pool with her hands and looked at herself in the mirror.

Because of the long-term travel tasks, the bruises are very heavy.His hands turned red and trembled slightly.

Shen Jiang looked in the mirror and kept telling herself: Cen Xing lied to him, Cen Xing deserved what he deserved, and it was right for him to teach Cen Xing a lesson.

But when he thought about it, Cen Xing, who was by his side every day, called him "brother" and acted like a baby, was hiding so many things from him.

There was even one of the most trusted "trainers", whose insane feeling of contradictions instantly occupied all reason.

He raised Cen Xing for almost ten years.

The loud sound of the water overwhelmed other sounds, and Shen Jiang ignored the notification of new files popping up from the communicator.

Suddenly, Shen Jiang noticed the sound of running water mixed with the sound of footsteps.

Shen Jiang turned her head and found that at some point, the white-haired boy was already standing at the door of the bathroom. The dark suit on his body was stained with blood, especially the snow-white neckline, which was stained red by the blood.

There was a bright red scar next to the Adam's apple.

The bleeding had stopped, but the hideous wound was enough to show that he had suffered some inhuman treatment not long ago.

He saw that Cen Xing was holding two sabers in his hands, one was the one he used just now, and the other was a machete that could switch the form of a gun—a gift he had given Cen Xing for his 15th birthday.

Shen Jiang stood up straight, her face was cold, and she looked straight at Cen Xing without fear.

He watched Cen Xing approaching him step by step.

Shen Jiang: "What's wrong?"

Cen Xing walked a step away from him without saying a word before stopping.

Suddenly the back of the waist sank, and Shen Jiang touched it with her backhand, and it was her saber that returned to her waist.

He tightened his pupils.

"Melee weapons are very important. They should be kept properly and not discarded at will. This is what my brother taught me since I was a child." Cen Xing looked straight into his obsidian eyes, and reluctantly withdrew his hand attached to the waist knife. Observing the data left by my brother in the 'Simulated Wife'. It was modified from a holographic game console, so naturally, like other game consoles, it will leave archived data."

Hearing this sentence, Shen Jiang's breathing stopped.

Sure enough, if there is something more impactful, he can instantly forget about the displeasure that Cen Xing hid from him.

"Do you want to be stabbed again?" Shen Jiang tried to make her voice sound more confident, "What does this have to do with you hiding it from me?"

"It doesn't matter, and as I said, I didn't intentionally hide it from my brother. I was just surprised that my brother felt disgusted by my request for a kiss, so he went to cut my artery, but secretly, subconsciously, he would be caught by me. . . . the contrast was so great that it was unexpected.”

"You—" Of course Shen Jiang knew what Cen Xing was talking about.

For a moment, he didn't know whether it was anxiety or anger, the blood in his body almost rushed towards his face.

"I didn't expect that my brother is actually this kind of person. He is a younger brother who would fantasize about being raised by himself..." Cen Xing deliberately read the last two words with his lips, and looked at Shen Jiang from disbelief to His face turned red with shame, and he smiled suddenly, "I subconsciously want to be treated like this by me. If I didn't check the data... I'm afraid I would have missed such an interesting program."

It is forbidden to carry energy guns in the base, and Shen Jiang wanted to touch the saber that had just been hung back from her waist with her backhand.

Before he touched it, his wrist was firmly grasped and twisted behind his back.

Shen Jiang moved a little, and the feeling of dislocation of muscles and bones immediately rushed to the sky.

"I didn't expect my brother's voice to be so pleasant, and even the tone of cursing is so mellow and pleasant—"

Shen Jiang didn't wait for him to finish speaking, raised her other hand, and punched her backhand.

This punch seemed to have completely angered Cen Xing.

Suddenly, Cen Xing stopped beating and scolding, and tried to twist his wrists with one hand.

Shen Jiang was not idle either, she raised her knee and kicked back.

Cen Xing was in pain, but he refused to let go of his hand no matter what.

The two wrestled into the toilet cubicle. In the cramped environment, neither of them could use their legs and feet, restricting each other's performance.

Shen Jiang stared at Cen Xing relentlessly.

When did Cen Xing almost draw with him?Is it the power brought by the giant beast gene?Or is the bathroom too small to use?

Panting, Cen Xing said again, "Tell brother one more thing."

"Among the potions I prepared for my brother, not only can I make him closer to humans, but I also added a special potion."

"You poisoned me?!" Shen Jiang growled.

If it was true, he only wished he hadn't directly killed Cen Xing just now.

Seeing Shen Jiang's reaction violently, Cen Xing increased the strength of his hand, "Of course not, I just added...a little bit of omega inhibitor. Unexpectedly, after adding this medicine, my brother really couldn't smell other alphas. pheromones."

Shen Jiang was stunned for a moment, then turned around and roared viciously, "What do you mean?"

Just after asking, a demonic moan slowly climbed to the ears from behind.

Shen Jiang could feel the silver-white hair flickering in the corner of her eye, sometimes far away and sometimes near.

"Don't you know, brother, that you may have already differentiated into an omega?"

"Stop talking nonsense, who is an omega?!" Shen Jiang subconsciously fought back, and just after shouting, suddenly, a familiar smell came from her nose.

The cold breath of the snow field.

In just a few seconds, Shen Jiang felt that the trapped wrist began to lose strength, and her will to resist the suppression behind her became less firm.

Shen Jiang was familiar with this feeling.

"Indeed, some physical characteristics don't match. For example, my brother doesn't have pheromones, so he only receives alpha pheromones and is forced to enter a special state." Cen Xing's tone was still calm, but his voice seemed a little hoarse. "Could it be Didn't my brother realize that he is different from ordinary betas? For example..."

In the next second, the back of the neck was crushed suddenly.

Shen Jiang was agitated, and after recovering, she subconsciously wanted to turn over and give Cen Xing a turn.

Just as he was about to push his shoulders hard, he was pressed again.

This time, instead of leaning against the wall of the cubicle, he was forced to kneel on the ground with his knees apart, bent over, his chest pressed tightly against the toilet seat, his hands behind his back, and he could only barely see by turning his head. people behind.

Shen Jiang had never seen Cen Xing's expression before.

There is a murderous look in the long and narrow eyes, the dark blue eyes are as cold as the reflection on the tip of a knife, and the thin lips are tightly closed and serious.

It really looks like a hunting snow wolf, trying to swallow the subdued prey alive.

"Impossible." Shen Jiang said, "As I said, I can't perceive other people's pheromones." After speaking, he tried his best to hold back the burning feeling on the back of his neck.

After the feeble rebuttal, he seemed to hear Cen Xing laughing.

It's so light, it's barely audible mixed with the loud rush of water in the bathroom.

The smell of the snow field is still lingering.

Is he really an omega?

Shen Jiang never imagined this possibility.

"Have you calmed down, brother? If you calm down, can you listen to my explanation?" Cen Xing felt his brother's body soften a little, so he asked in a soft voice, "Just now I have put a small part of the documents Posted it, but my brother must have been angry at the time, so I didn’t have the heart to read it, so I’ll tell it again?”

Being pressed like this, it's strange that Shen Jiang could listen and explain.

He struggled feebly, and in the end, it was useless except for heavy breathing and unnecessary pain.

"I see. It seems that my brother is still angry." Cen Xing lowered his head, looked at the marks left by holding the blade on Shen Jiang's palm just now, then suddenly leaned over and brought his lips closer.

In addition to the sticky blood in the palm of his hand, there was suddenly a touch of soft tongue.

Warm and humid.

Shen Jiang raised her eyes with difficulty, just in time to see the white-haired boy, bent over, patiently licking the wound on his palm.

The pictures and what he saw and heard in the holographic game gradually overlapped, and Shen Jiang moved her shoulders again, protesting to break free with actions.

He wanted to continue yelling at Cen Xing.

However, the pheromone of the snowy field has long made him lose the momentum to continue roaring.

"What's wrong? Brother doesn't like it?" Sensing his struggle, Cen Xing temporarily stopped his movements, "But in my brother's subconscious mind, it tells me that being licked on the wound will make me very comfortable, isn't it?"