"It's because I want to."

Helo's face turned red.

Sayaro tied his tie and pressed his fingerbones against his chin as he tightened it, lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead, smiling meaningfully.

"There are still a lot of things you don't understand about adult games. After you get married, I'll teach you slowly. ”

Because of these words, when he left the forbidden area in the secret room on the flying machine hidden in the room, Helo felt in a trance and couldn't believe what Sayaro was going to take him to.

"Hold on to me."

It wasn't until he heard such a sentence that he woke up like a dream and hugged the strong waist of the person in front of him.

The flying motorcycle emitted a sharp sound of lightning and spewed out a string of lightning-like flames, crossing the colorful sky above the western suburbs and rushing into the unknown distance, as if traveling back to time and space to the night he was taken out of the orphanage by this man, and flew back to the original point after ten years.

"Shayero, I want to marry you, I'm fucking determined by you, you don't want to get rid of me!" Heloh pressed into his ear, drunken and roaring unbridled in a roar.

The flying motorcycle suddenly turned a corner in the sky, and the speed was thrilling.

The flying bike swooped down, as fast as a falling meteorite, and Helo finally closed his eyes in fear, and the moment his heart was about to jump out of his throat, the rapid fall came to an abrupt end.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself parked on the top of a very tall building, with clouds and mist below, and the lights of the roads in all directions were like an entire galaxy, and standing here seemed to be able to see the whole world in full view. Before the moon wheel had retreated from the canopy, the first rays of the morning light had pierced through the clouds and illuminated the place.

The flying bike was tossed aside, and Sayaro dragged the man behind him down and pressed him against a lamppost, his forehead against his, his chest against his chest.

"Say it again."

Sayaro held his head, fingers embedded in his loose silver hair, tightening uncontrollably.

"I'm going to marry you."

The young man's chest rose and fell violently, and he did not give up, and said word by word.

As he said this, Sayero smiled.

Heloh looked at him infatuatedly, like a believer in a god who looked at him, but the god knelt down in front of him and kissed the meteorite ring on his finger.

A beam of morning light fell on the side face of Sayaro who lowered his head and kissed his fingers, the scenery and the moon, and time seemed to freeze into eternity at this moment, and he held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

In addition to the happiness of extinction, there is also a trace of fear.

The uneasiness was ingrained deep in his bones, and he was anxious to do something to prove that it was not a short-lived illusion. He was afraid that just like six years ago, Sayaro had a perfect birthday with him, only to be followed by a long and lonely day and night of more than a thousand days and nights, making him chew on his memories and suffer a lot.

"Hey... I said dude... Isn't this a delaying tactic? ”-

Helo withdrew his hand and put it in his trouser pocket and tugged at the corners of his mouth, "So it's considered marriage?" I'm not going to be fooled by you and coaxed into college. ”

Then he bent down: "I'm going to go with you to the marriage registry, Sayero." Married in earnest! I'm going to share your last name, share a bed with you, and have our wedding photos on the wall! ”

Hearing the boy he had raised with his own hands forcing him to marry, Sayaro's throat twitched a few times. He felt that his blood was boiling like a hairy boy, and he was stirred by the other party so that he had no self-control left. He half-knelt there, trying his best to maintain the demeanor of a mature man: "It's just a marriage proposal. ”

He paused, raised his eyelids, and asked in a low and deep voice, "Would you like to?" ”

The tip of the heart shrank at the sight of that strong and bewitching look, and Helo looked away at a loss, and spit out a syllable in a pretended impatience: "Nonsense! ”

He wants to marry Sayaro and be his bedside, and since ten years ago, he has dreamed of it.

It's just that what he just said can only be an absurd extravagance.

He reluctantly folded his arms and turned his back: "So, we have to have a wedding, right?" Even if you don't have a wedding, there should be something special, right? ”

Sayaro put his arm around him from behind and glanced at his watch.

"Can you dance?"

“…… Yes? ”

In the huge revolving ballroom on the top floor of the building, a banquet is in full swing, and no one notices their arrival. In the changing dappled lightning, Sayaro led him onto the eerie dance floor, blending in with the crowd around him. He put one hand around his waist, and with the other he touched the tiny electromagnetic tracker under his earlobe, opening it up, and casting a sharp gaze in a certain direction.

His target, a bald Asian man, was at his ten-o'clock position.

Not perceiving this slight movement, Helo put his arms around the other party's neck and curled his lips: "I didn't expect you to do such a romantic thing?" ”

"We'll do a lot of romantic things together in the future, little one." The voice in his ears mixed with psychedelic electronic music, like alcohol poured into his eardrums, made him intoxicated, and wished it was a dream that he would not wake up.

Sayero's long, powerful hands wrapped around his waist, his forehead against his chin, his breath and hair were entangled, his body swirled and swayed with the sound waves, and the brothers looked handsome in suits and leather shoes, inadvertently forming a pleasing scenery on the dance floor, attracting many eyeballs.

Mr. Agent, who felt the person in his arms clinging to his body because of his shyness, could barely stand still, and he hugged him tightly and spun around a few times, squeezing to the other end of the dance floor in the surging crowd of people, Helo was dizzy, his feet did not touch the ground, and he felt as if he had arrived in heaven.

"But now, I have one more thing to accomplish."

He opened his eyes in a trance, only to find that Sayero was not looking at him.

- Looking behind him.

He looked back and saw a group of punk-clad guys walking across the bustling dance floor to a bald Asian man at the center bar, all with daggers in hand.

Sayero dragged him to the corner, Helo was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "So you are on a mission? I said, how could you be so caring! ”

"Not just now." Sayaro's lips pressed into his ear and the voice was muffled.

"Do you need me to help you cover up?" Helo raised his head, took off his blazer and threw it to the ground, ripped open two or three buttons, and stared at him with a smile.

Under the confused light, the silver-haired young man seemed to be transformed into an unusually enchanting elf, his eyelashes were stained with a bewitching halo, and his sweat-soaked white shirt was like a light veil, Sayaro avoided his gaze, ripped his arm off his neck, and made a silent gesture: "Good, wait here for me for a while." ”

Helo grabbed his hand: "There are so many of them, what are you going to do?" ”

"I have my own way, you stay here and don't walk away. You know? ”

Sayaro turned his face sideways, and in that usual commanding tone, he took a small sip of a glass of Bloody Mary from the hand of a passing waiter, his lips quenched to a bloodthirsty color. A cold aura emanated from him, making him look like a nocturnal creature lurking in the shadows before hunting.

Helo stared at him, a little uncontrollable agitation. He reached out and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, "I can help you get rid of them in an easier way, believe me or not, Agent?" ”

"Don't mess around."

He lowered his face to break his hand, but he walked around him and flashed into the crowd.

"Helo, come back!"

Sajaro chased into the crowd, but the figure of the other party was nowhere to be seen. He looked around with a splitting headache, regretting that he had brought that rebellious boy here. He has always liked to work with him, how can he think that taming his body will make him obediently listen to his own words?

Ridiculous.

Let him stay with him, it would be a disaster.

He quietly squeezed into the center of the dance floor, aiming the laser emitter on his watch at the crystal lamp above, and just then, he suddenly saw Helo. He appeared behind the bar dressed as a waiter, and winked at him as his fingers fluttered at the terminal used for the cashier.

The green veins on Sayaro's forehead jumped faintly.

"What are you going to do? Come back! ”

He drove a wisp of thought closer to Helo's side. After the Flower of Evil was suppressed, his mental power also weakened a lot, and he was unable to do anything substantial, and could only communicate in close proximity.

"Cut off the power supply of this building, don't tell me that this won't be more convenient for your movement."

Heloh stared at him from a distance, his lips moving slightly, his eyes shining.

-- That's what he was going to do.

Sayero was silent for a second, and Helo automatically understood it as acquiescence and tapped a key on the screen.

The entire building was plunged into total darkness.