"Brother?"

Sayaro woke up like a dream, shocked.

"Brother, have you slept? I have something to tell you. ”

Herlo's eyes widened in confusion, and he hurriedly let go of the legs that were still holding Sayero's waist. He held his breath and looked nervously at the door. If the past self saw the present one......

What happens when you see him and Sayaro doing this?

The whole plane will probably be distorted because of this.

"Shh

Sayaro stared at him with bloodshot eyes, one hand covering his mouth, for fear that he would make a noise at this moment.

"If you have anything to say tomorrow morning, you should go to sleep, don't delay tomorrow's class. Obedient. ”

He raised his voice in a tone that was all too familiar to him.

Helo looked at the other party's face in the moonlight, and he felt like a world away, and he couldn't help but think of how much he wished that there would be a thunderstorm at this time whenever Sayero turned him away, so that he would have a legitimate reason to burrow into Sayero's bed and curl up in his warm arms to sleep.

“…… Oh. Good night. ”

Hearing the grievances and sullen responses outside the door, Helo couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic to himself.

But at the same time, he had a vague sense of eerie joy - although it was really not meaningful to snatch Sayero with himself.

When the movement outside the door completely disappeared, the atmosphere between them suddenly became indescribable.

Awake from the vertigo he had vented, Helo was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig into the ground and get into it, almost blurting out the key to revival that would get him out of Sayero's brain, but he held back. It was not easy for him to come, how could he just leave? At the very least, Sayeo's bottoms have to be turned out.

Sorting out the chaotic thoughts, he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Sayero, his elbows propped up on the windowsill to support his mud-like body, and he heard his own crisp trill: "How did you judge it, the reaction was too fast, right?" ”

"Time standing still... And this. ”

Sayero spread out his palm, and it was the meteorite ring he had taken off his finger, and his voice was hoarse.

"Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and savor eternity from an hour. There will never be a second ring like this, except in my past. ”

"Why? I don't understand. Helo glanced at his hand in confusion, the ringed finger was empty, and Sayero had taken it off at some point.

"You'll understand later, Helo." With that, Sayaro turned and walked to the bathroom.

Damn it. I want to escape again!

Hero stumbled a few steps and stumbled over, kicked the door open before Sayero could close it, and squeezed in. Sayero stepped into the tub and turned on the shower, screwing the temperature to the lowest level, and took a deep breath against the wall. The cold spray sprinkled all over his upright back, making him look like an ascetic monk under a waterfall, and he couldn't help but suspect that Sayero's irrepressible appearance a few minutes ago seemed to be just a hallucination of his own.

His blood was hot again, and his legs were shaking.

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"Answer me, Sayara!"

Shame was washed away by anger at this time, and Helo didn't know what he was thinking, his mind was dizzy, his heart was horizontal, and he walked into the bathtub without a single inch, leaning against the wall beside Sayero, staring at him sideways.

Sayero's hand holding the shower was visibly stiff.

"Don't you want to see it? Secretly recorded so many ...... with the camera" Helo gritted his teeth and sneered, "Now I'm in your brain, I'll let you see enough, how about it!"

Seeing Sayero standing there unmoved, he had to lean over inch by inch: "You have betrayed me for so many years, and you have endured it very hard!" Brother? You're a sanctimonious pervert! ”

Before he could finish speaking, one of his arms was grabbed and his body turned over.

"Now that you know, stay away from me!"

Bloodshot sprouts sprouted from the bottom of Sayero's eyes.

"You're just pushing me, aren't you? Want to see me lose control and do something to hurt you? ”

Helo struggled stubbornly, and Sayero spread his palms and pressed his hands against the wall in front of him, his fingers intertwined, and his chin pressed against his neck socket, like an angry lion trying to bite the fragile throat of his prey.

"I just want to protect you, Helo."

The hard object was pressed against the tail vertebrae, and Helo stared at the overlapping palms of the two of them, and snorted.

This posture......

The tooth marks on his back were faintly hot, and Helo swallowed his saliva and said unspeakably: "The ...... that attacked me at that time Are you, Shayero? ”

After a moment of silence, he heard Sayero whispering a warning in his ear, "It's good that you know...... While I can still control myself, leave my brain immediately, send me back to the Thorn Heaven, and don't provoke me again! ”

"Provoke you? I want it! Helo suddenly became angry, "I'm afraid you'll kill me?" I'm not going! ”

"What do you think...... Can't I really do such a thing? ”

Hot lips and teeth moved from his neck to his ears, and his tone had changed slightly.

Sajaro grabbed him by the throat with one hand, lifted his other thigh with the other, and held him face to the mirror like a child peeing.

"You like it when your brother punishes you, doesn't you? I forgot to tell you, my brother is very good at this. ”

A sense of shame enveloped Herlo's whole body in an instant, and he tried to twist his head, but his jaw was firmly grasped by Sayero's hand.

"You don't want to force me away like this!"

Sayero gnawed at his neck viciously as if he had changed into a human being, and lowered his voice: "Have you ever heard of the CIA's top ten tortures? Well? ”

As he spoke, the hand that sheltered him from the wind and rain picked up the razor on the sink and ...... slowly, inch by inch

"It's too much... It's really too good... Sayero, I hate you! I hate you! ”

Helo closed his eyes through gritted teeth, his shoulders twitched and trembled, tears pouring down his trembling eyelashes and rolling down his cheeks into tears. He loved him so much, he loved him so much that he left no room for anything, but in exchange for an almost cruel refusal to deliberately torture him.

The moment of retreat, the four walls collapsed in an instant, disintegrating into pieces, and then a huge force threw him out.

He opened his eyes in a whirlwind and found himself back on the surface of Sayero's brain, the vast mass of memories that seemed to be ancient creatures floating around him, but when he tried to enter one of them again, they seemed to be self-conscious and shrunk far away for him to touch.

"If you want to provoke him like this, no way!"

Wiping away a handful of tears and suppressing the sadness that welled up in his chest, he closed his eyes and remembered the night before Sayero's departure. Soon, he sensed a series of brain waves of similar frequency, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on top of a tower. The soles of your feet are the night view of the city, and large and small aircraft drag long comet-like fireworks to and fro.

This is where Sayaro often takes him to see the sunrise and sunset or the night view of the city, and every year on his birthday, he will set off fireworks with Sayra, and when he is sixteen years old, Sayaro leaves him here.

At that time, how could he be so ruthless as to abandon himself?

Didn't he always love him so much? At that time, he clearly said that he would only leave for a month, so why lie to him, it would be six years to leave?

Will this be the night?

Climbing up the spiral iron ladder, he casually saw a figure smoking against the wall under the rooftop, hidden in the shadows, only the cigarette butt on his mouth was extinguished, and next to him were two burgundy flying motorcycles—it was Ando.

Yes, that was the time. Ando hugged him when he almost fell downstairs.

He looked at the rooftop of the building, saw two figures embracing each other in the night, and stared at it for a long time, until one figure let go of the other and turned to walk towards a flying motorcycle next to him.

"Brother! Don't go ——!."

Hero heard his voice exclaiming, and then Ando rushed upstairs as he remembered, and he subconsciously looked at the burgundy flying scooter and walked quietly past.

"Hey! You damn thief! Give me back! ”

As he rushed into the sky, Ando's hoarse roar was heard from behind him, and Helo turned around and raised his middle finger at him, speeding up and rushing in the direction of Sayero's departure, chasing him all the way through the labyrinth of steel forests. In order to one day be able to go toe-to-toe with Sayero, he practiced the skills of piloting a flying machine in the Thorn Paradise, and after countless vomits, countless faints, and countless brushes with death, he passed the first-class pilot assessment. I didn't expect a qiē hit to count.

How could he have imagined that this skill would one day be used to track down Sayero?