It is a reflexive habit.

From the beginning of his restless adolescence, with hidden feelings and living with his crush, he gradually became sensitive, rebellious and shy, like a glass that was about to burst at the touch of a button, but Sayero didn't seem to realize that he had grown up at that time, and treated him like a child, often doing things that seemed to him to almost violate him - such as giving him a sex education class if he had nothing to do, or talking to him about physical hygiene. It made him want to cry.

From that time on, he often felt a strong sense of shame in front of Sayero, but the more ashamed he became, the more excited he became, and the more excited he became, the more ashamed he became...... It seems to form a vicious circle of diseases.

For this reason, he also went to the doctor in agony for a while, trying to distance himself from Sayero, but to no avail.

As he grew older, Sayero's control of him became more and more detailed, until "that incident" happened, and his condition became even more hopelessly bad.

With the image of Sayaro teaching him to for a moment, Helo bent down, covered his face, and peered through his fingers into the glass hatch.

The posture of the figure inside was the same as before he fell asleep, still lying there quietly, breathing like the waves of the sea, without the slightest tendency to surge.

Helo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, a little glad that Sayaro didn't wake up while he was asleep.

He walked lightly to the bathroom to cover the door, pointed the aerosol flusher at the door of his head, and gestured to the mirror to shoot, "Bang".

The icy mist washed into his neck, causing him to shudder, and the boiling blood cooled down at once, and at this moment, the mirror lamp suddenly flashed. His afterglow swept across the mirror, and a chill more bone-deep than the mist suddenly swept through his body, freezing him into an ice sculpture.

There was a looming figure in the mirror...... Right behind him.

In an instant, the entire narrow space was pitch black.

He froze there, hearing the same movement he had heard not long ago, approaching from far and near.

A sticky snake-like touch touched his ankle, and he tried to run away, to call for help, but the blood clotted into ice, making him unable to move, and even his nerves seemed to stop functioning.

What is a little bit ...... Little by little, the damp object brushed against his earlobe, like a thin, soft lip against the skin, as it had done the night before.

"Dididi-"

The sound of an alarm leaking too much aerosol burst his stiff nerves, and he grabbed the aerosol and turned his head to pull it off, the thud of metal crashing into his ears ringing. There was nothing behind it, except for the air, and the bulkhead that he had almost smashed a hole into.

Is...... Hell yes. If it weren't for the antibiotics, would he have had some disease?

Or is it hallucination due to lack of sleep?

Creepy creepy into every pore, Helo took out the oral cleanser and squirted it into his mouth, took a mouthful of choking mint foam, and turned to close the door tightly.

Absolutely not, at this time there is no health problem.

He rubbed his forehead, but his feet suddenly froze on the ground.

In the glass cabin, Saharo sat up at some point.

Hero forced his composure and walked over with a light step, his heart beating like a rabbit.

The man, with his long blonde hair draped over his back, sat quietly motionless, as if unaware of his approach, his extremely handsome face glowing with a temperatureless luster under the illumination of the indicator light, like a statue of an Egyptian pharaoh that had just been unearthed from a thousand-year-old tomb.

He bent down, hesitated for a moment, and tapped the glass lightly.

The sound made Sayero's body tremble like some command.

He turned his head slowly, his eyes glinting with a strange glimmer.

But when Heloh looked intently, his eyes were back to normal, except that his pupils had shrunk to the size of pinpoints, and the ciliary rings in his lens seemed to flow.

Like mercury in a glass ball.

He shuddered as if he had been struck by an invisible electric current.

Facing this person who had been thinking about it for a long time, he felt a trace of fear inexplicably. If it were someone else, he would have immediately drawn a gun and aimed it at the other person's head.

But the other party is Sayara.

"Sayara? Can you hear me? ”

He leaned close to the glass and kept his voice very low, lest he disturb the other.

The mottled bangs covered half of the man's face, and in the shadows, his thin bloodless lips moved, but no sound came out.

He read a vague message through his lips.

It turned out to be - "stay away from me".

Can... How is that possible?

He denied this judgment and pressed the button to open the glass cabin, resisting the urge to hug the man immediately, and knelt down on his knees, looking up at Sayero as he had done when he was a child.

"Sayero, were you talking to me just now?" He flicked the other's fingers, as if he were rehabilitating a vegetative person, hoping to activate the other's senses, which might still be in suspended animation due to hibernation.

The man's eyelids twitched slightly, still staring at him silently.

Helo suddenly felt that he was not facing Sayero, but an artificial person copied according to his appearance, and it was not yet intelligent, just an unconscious machine.

He shook his head, shook off the ridiculous and uncomfortable delusion, firmly fixed his unfocused gaze on Sayero, and mustered up the courage to put his hand on the back of the other's hand.

It's okay, electrocute me—he said to himself, startled by the touch under his palm.

Sayra's skin is cold and smooth, and he doesn't have a body temperature that belongs to a living person, but like some cold-blooded animal. Then he felt the bulging blood vessels in the other person's wrist, but he felt the other person's pulse beat so fast that he could almost imagine the speed of the blood flowing in it, like a torrent.

The next moment, Sahero made a move that surprised him.

He seemed to be trying his best to endure the irascible feelings, curled up his palms, and his bones clicked.

"Don't be nervous, it's me, I'm Helo, do you recognize me?" He grabbed the other man's wrists.

The frequency of the pulse-beating almost made him feel that the other party would suddenly stand up and press himself to the ground and beat him.

But he wanted to take the risk.

He stood up and put his arms around Sayara's thin waist, his head close to his chest, hoping that the other party would relax, and then gave me a hug, but immediately, he realized that it was pure dreaming.

In the next second, a terrifying, almost mechanical force shook him off, knocking him down on the platform of the medical chamber. And Sayaro stumbled to his feet, like a sick beast out of its cage, rushing towards the door of the quarantine area.

"Sayero!"

Ignoring his back, he grabbed the injection catheter on the medical cabin, chased after him and hugged the other party's body, pressed the green jian, and pushed the tranquilizer in.

His bosom relaxed instantly, and he staggered back to the stage with the man who was much taller than him, clasped the other's limbs with restraint straps, and sat on top of him to restrain his struggling body.

The faces of the brothers who had been reunited for a long time were extremely close, and their breaths were intertwined.

Shayero's snort was extremely heavy, and the green tendons crawled from his neck to his cheeks, and for a moment, Helo had the illusion that he was violating him.

Sadly, he was still a little excited about it.

The increase in blood pressure made his head dizzy, and his desire to conquer swelled to the extreme, and he approached the side of Sayero's neck and snorted almost threateningly: "I've grown up, Sayero, you don't want to get rid of me again." ”

The man below him struggled violently like a fiery horse, and the brute force almost lifted him to the ground, forcing him to ride on top of the other to keep him down.

Feeling that Sayero's hands and feet were gradually relaxed, he breathed a sigh of relief, every muscle was tense due to excessive exertion, and he couldn't move for a while, but at this moment, he unexpectedly felt something strange under him, and blood suddenly rushed to the top of his head.

"Ho ......"

A weak gasp in his ears struggled to gather a muffled syllable.

There was a surge of heat on his face, and Helo immediately jumped off the platform.