"Don't touch that—"

His brain was drowsy, and only the panic was clear, permeating his entire body.

Reed caressed the two hot wounds mercilessly against his moving body, the red and swollen scars covering Calvin's back like red-hot strips of flesh.

Every time Reed touched it, his body bounced.

Unlike the previous ointment that would bring a cooling sensation, the ointment Reed now used would instantly overflow a small itch deep into the bone marrow when it touched Calvin's wound, like someone's hot fingers caressing that place.

The melting white liquid flowed down his back in the heat of his skin, and finally pooled in a perfectly curved depression in his lower back.

"It's going to be over soon, Calvin. ”

Reed said this, as he recorded the image in his mind, but the movements of his hands were not very fast.

"Let go of me!"

Calvin whimpered in pain, he stretched out his arms and scrambled towards the bed, his shoulders peeking out of the somewhat wide t-shirt neckline as he did so, and Reed could see every trembling and heaving of the muscles beneath his fair skin.

Almost cold-blooded and ruthless, Reed reached out and grabbed Calvin's shoulders and forcibly dragged him back.

"God, you're crazy...... Calvin"

"Get out of here! fuck out!"

Calvin's roar was almost broken, and he writhed desperately, grabbing his backhand and nearly ripping Reed's eye out.

Reed narrowly dodged Calvin's attack, and he quickly changed positions, and Calvin's struggle forced him to straddle Calvin, his thighs clamping tightly against Calvin's waist, and the muscles of his thighs bulging under the well-textured fabric.

"Calvin, calm down! I won't hurt you, I swear. ”

Reed's voice was also tinged with an indistinguishable hoarseness. However, just as Calvin once felt that he was fit to hypnotize the hysterical noblewomen, Calvin's struggle gradually weakened under his reassurance. Reed breathed a sigh of relief, and he was quiet, he was still wearing a cream-white linen shirt that had been unbuttoned during the "fight" with Calvin earlier, revealing his honey-colored, smooth chest that had risen and fallen violently. His handsome face was covered with sweat, and his eyes were frighteningly bright.

Calvin ...... You're just confused with a high fever, I'm just applying medicine to you, I swear I won't look at those two scars one more time, I just want to help you. ”

It took a long time for him to suppress the surging emotions in his body with difficulty, and he said dryly.

“……”

Calvin did not respond to him.

The blond, sickly young man remained motionless in a prostrate position, and only after careful examination could you see the subtle tremor of his shoulders.

Reed's heart moved.

He cautiously poked his head out, only to find that Calvin's eyes were open, but there was a foggy emptiness under his eyes, large tears welling up down his cheeks, his breathing was burning, and he could only open his lips slightly, and breathe rapidly through his mouth.

Obviously, the fight was a huge challenge to Reed's self-control and emotions, but it was a huge physical drain for Calvin. High fever and post-exercise prostration caused him to mix the past with reality, and he returned to the past—the darkness of the past.

Calvin's prefrontal cortex was completely shut down, or, to put it more scientifically, something called the extreme survival reflex began to take over his body.

He fell into the memories that Reed had done to him, and the pent-up fear inevitably came over him and turned into tears in his moment.

"Oh, Calvin, my little Calvin. ”

Reid stared in distress at Calvin's fragile form.

He raised his hand in front of him—each of his fingers trembling violently, like a Parkinson's patient in the course of a disease.

It's not a good sign, Reed, rightly speaking, Red Deer, thought to himself. He genuinely wanted to maintain a better image in front of Calvin, but at this moment, the mask of hypocritical kindness made a crack, about to shatter.

Dark, hideous, greedy emotions rushed through his body, shouting for him to do what he wanted.

Reed clenched his fists suddenly.

He grabbed Calvin's body and turned him on his back face up, which should be a burden for the wound on Calvin's back, but at this moment Calvin had a blank expression and no movement of resistance.

His white-blond hair was scattered next to his cheeks, and the colored contact lenses used to hide the color of his pupils had long since been removed, and now the hazy, illusory purple pupils were facing the void squarely.

His tears made his entire face wet, and his long eyelashes rushed to his eyelashes one by one.

Reed reached out in pity and stroked the corner of Calvin's eye, Calvin's tears wetting his fingertips. Reed gasped silently, he took his fingers to his lips, and the tip of his tongue, which was much more slender than an ordinary person, nimbly curled up the salty taste that belonged to Calvin's tears, and savored it.

"Calvin, look at me. ”

Then Reed slowly leaned down, his chest pressed against Calvin's, and the wonderful scent of Calvin's body enveloped him.

He cupped Calvin's face with both hands.

"I swear, I will never hurt you, I will protect you, I will long, I will love you until the end of the world comes. ”

Reed said word by word, staring deeply into Calvin's eyes, and the sharp gaze seemed to pierce Calvin's **, directly into his soul.

Calvin still didn't react.

Reid let out a visceral curse (which was actually a rather rare exposure of real emotion), and after a few seconds, he took Calvin's lips in a somewhat ferocious manner. He tasted a hint of sweet rust, perhaps Calvin had accidentally bitten himself in the struggle.

Reed paused, and then the kiss he brought to Calvin changed. The kiss was untouched, like the soothing kiss every mother would give to her child, and Reed just pressed against Calvin's lips, rubbing against the dry, hot skin.

His fingers inserted into Calvin's hair, and he stroked each other gently.

"It's okay, I'll protect you. ”

He mumbled his lips downward, leaving a pink kiss mark on Calvin's chin before lingering on Calvin's Adam's apple for a long time. The tip of his tongue licked Calvin's throat bone, and he could feel Calvin's slightest tremor in this area, as well as the moving, throbbing pulse.

Reed's soft curls brushed against Calvin's neck, a little itchy, and he could feel Calvin's breathing rate change.

Where Calvin couldn't see, Reed smiled.

"Reed?"

Calvin let out a blank whisper.

Reed looked up, and he gazed softly at Calvin's face—the latter looking in a state of confusion and confusion—and Reed kissed Calvin on the lips again.

Calvin struggled for only a few seconds, but his resistance was not strong, and Reed's tongue poked in.

Calvin's hand rubbed against Reed's chest a few times, but soon, his arms slowly wrapped around Reed's back, his fingers spreading, his tight fingertips hooking the fabric of Reed's shirt.

Neither of them knew exactly how much time had passed—

Anyway, when Calvin was finally awake enough to feel the pain in his back, they barely ended the somewhat inexplicable kiss.

They separated a little, silently, with some difficulty.

Reed's eyes twinkled as he slowly climbed off Calvin's body, and he reached out to pick up the bottle again.

Calvin saw that his hands were shaking.

"Your wounds...... How does the wound feel? I think I'll probably need to reapply some medicine. ”

Reed even looked a little silly when he said this.

Calvin was silent for a moment.

How do you describe how you feel right now? Calvin didn't know how to put into words how to describe his current self.

He should have punched Reed, a villain who took advantage of people's danger, a bastard who took advantage of his hysteria. Calvin knew that Reed was enjoying the intimacy he had just had, and the green-eyed man still had an undisguised sufficiency on his face, which made him look a bit like the big cat that had just eaten and drunk.

But Calvin knew deep down that he didn't feel any anger because of the kiss. It's been a long time since he's had any intimate contact with anyone, maybe his body is craving it?, Calvin thought ironically, Reed's kisses were filled with heat and greed, a sense of masculine power—or rather, security.

Just now, for a while, he knew he had indulged in Reed's taste.

"It hurts a little, and I think I might have pressed it just now. By the way, I can medicate myself. I've always been on my own and don't like it that much. ”

He spoke slowly to Reed, still carefully observing Reed's expression. The latter seemed a little disgruntled (and rightfully so) and a little awkward, but thankfully, it wasn't the innocent teenage embarrassment of Virgilly, but the playboy embarrassment — the stiffness and embarrassment that every male human who lingers in the bush accidentally sleeps with his friend's wife. 166 Reading Network