This sentence was tantamount to the power of lightning and thunder, and Helo's whole person stayed there, and his eardrums seemed to be shattered.

His eyes widened in confusion and bewilderment, and he looked into the depths of the other's eyes, and saw his own shadow vaguely in the fog that he could never fathom through, but he could not see it really, and he did not dare to be sure, as if he had become a baby, like an idiot, and it was more difficult to understand such a simple word than any obscure riddle.

"What... Meaning? ”

"You're different people. You are you. ”

Sayaro lowered his head, strands of hair brushing his cheeks. He frowned, his lips twitched, and a crack opened like a heavy rusty lock, "Ailing is Ailing...... I've put him down. ”

Heloh stared at him distractedly, his consciousness converging and piercing through his skull. Suddenly, there was silence all around, and a series of ethereal and faint voices came from the depths of Sayero's brain.

He closed his eyes carefully and listened, and as the intersecting breaths fermented into a kiss, he suddenly heard clearly.

- Promise me, don't forget me..."Liar! ”

He opened his eyes suddenly, pushed Sayaro away violently, his body slammed backwards due to excessive force, the glass crackled and shattered, and the whole person fell out unexpectedly, and was dragged back by a hand in time, but the base of his thigh was deeply slashed by a shard of glass that collapsed down, and he snorted in pain.

Suddenly touching a hand of blood, Sayero immediately picked up the person in his arms, kicked open the top cover of the medical cabin with one foot, and put the person on it.

Hello shivered in pain, his back was placed on the hard metal platform, he instinctively stood up with his elbows, and Shayero leaned down to hold his shoulders, one hand untying his one-piece combat suit and peeling it down.

"Don't touch me, I'll do it myself!"

He bent his knees to sit up, but as soon as he moved, he pulled at the wound and gasped for breath in pain, and Sayaro unconsciously remembered the last night when he struggled like a desperate little beast under him, and his eyes were as dark as the valley of the sunset. Even without the Flower of Evil, he was so eager to touch his little Eve, to peel back his sharp and charming scales, to taste his thorny heart.

He bent down and kissed his sweaty forehead, warning, "Don't move, I'll disinfect you." ”

Helo could not resist his strength, and after a few futile struggles, his hands were firmly clasped around his waist.

The breath stirred the side of the neck, the ears and temples grinded, and the clothes were stripped to the waist by the large hands on the body, like a prelude to a violation. The feeling of being in and out came at once, and Helo clamped his legs.

Sayaro pulled out the disinfectant spray gun on the side of the medical pod with one of his free hands and grabbed one of his ankles.

"Spread your legs." He commanded in a soft voice.

"Get out of the way, I'll do it myself." Hero opened his eyes in embarrassment, his back hunched, sweat dripping from his sideburns onto his slender neck, his chest soaked, but Sayero ignored his knees and parted his legs, picking up the spray gun's spray of disinfectant air. The air flow converged into a liquid that adhered to the breach, turning into soft biological tissue that automatically repaired the skin, and for a moment he felt like his tongue was licking.

Helo couldn't help but open his eyes and shudder with shame at the sight of his sweetheart prostrate beneath him in a dangerous, sensual position, the lizard tattoo on his back as if a living creature was about to burrow into his body.

A deformed and contradictory feeling of excitement untimely crept into his marrow, causing him to react uncontrollably.

He prayed not to be discovered by Sayara, but the moment Sayara's hand put on his pants for him, the base of his legs twitched and his lower abdomen tightened......

He couldn't stop releasing it.

Helo covered his face helplessly, curled up, and the roots of his ears were so red that they almost wanted to drip blood.

It's so easy to deliver all your ugliness, flaws, and lust.

He loved him so much, so fragile that he had no room to fight back, but Sayero always wantonly stripped him of his dignity, as if he were a slave.

Sayaro stared down at him, and for a moment he had the illusion that something had been shattered.

"You didn't put him down...... I know. ”

Helo heard his choking sobs spilling from his fingers, and suddenly he hated himself at the moment. But once the mental defense that was desperately maintained was broken, no emotion could be suppressed, and a brain poured out, as if it had become the child who had been depressed after being abandoned by the other party six years ago.

Sayaro was stunned, lifted his soaked and scattered sideburns, took the boy he had raised with his own hands into his arms, and comforted him in a lover tone that he was not good at: "What are you thinking? ”

"Get out of here!"

The bones of his whole body were crisp from this tone, and Helo broke free from his arms, only to be startled by a sudden thunderclap.

Outside the window, a large cloud accumulated at some point, and lightning split the stale air, and a torrential downpour followed. The fear that had been seared in his bones since childhood crept up on Helo's nerves, and he covered his ears and froze there, pulled by Sayero's reach, and retracted into his arms like a homeless footless bird.

The deafening roar of thunder seemed to be able to erase an obstacle, even irrevocably for six years, and Sayaro felt that the person in his arms had buried his head in his chest as before, his hands were shaking by his collar, his heart was collar, and his heart was collar, and the soft and turbulent swamp swallowed his whole heart, little by little.

"Don't be afraid... My brother is here. ”

Sayaro opened his palms to hold the head of the person in his arms, his five fingers embedded in his soft hair, lowered his head and sniffed his breath as if crazy, the hand that grabbed his chest trembled and tightened, like clutching his survival driftwood in the torrent of fate, a rootless vine clinging to him to grow, so helpless and so desperate.

He couldn't help but think of the palm-sized baby when he lifted Heloh out of the petri dish, and a tiny little hand gripped his sleeve with all its might, and the fingertips of the tender onions shimmered with starlight.

It was the bioelectric current that allowed him to be born into the world - but the lightning stimulated it caused the people of Ciron to have a fear that bordered on the verge of death and was dissolved.

"When you're away... I'm so scared every time there is thunder. ”

The faint sound passed through his chest, but it was clearer than thunder, and it shook Sayero's heart with severe pain.

"I'm afraid that I'm going to die for myself, and I feel like I'm going to die, and I'm going to be banished to hell as a lonely soul. I'm not afraid of death at all......"

"I'm afraid I won't be there without you."

"I'm here." Sayero's eardrums were buzzing, his ribs seemed to be cracked, and he could barely hear what he was saying, as if he was in a dream, daring to pull out a qiē unscrupulously, even if it was going to rot in the bottom of his heart.

He wrapped his arms around him with such force that they wanted to rub him into the bone, and Heloh looked up almost suffocated, a kiss caught off guard on his forehead in the darkness, slowly brushing over the corners of his wet eyes, the tip of his nose, and finally on his lips.

Unlike the beastly aggression last time, Sayaro kissed him from shallow to deep, as if tasting a glass of precious wine, picking up a pearl in the shell of the mussel, gradually seizing his senses, restrained and revealing a strong possessiveness, Helo's brain suddenly went blank with the lightning that went out and suddenly confused, hooked Sayero's neck, clumsily met his attack, biting the tip of his tongue and sucking.

The canine teeth scraped the sensitive nerves of his tongue, stirring up a series of electric currents that swam through Sayero's scalp and rushed to his lower abdomen, and he snorted and stood up to end the kiss that had lasted too long, but the person in his arms was still clinging to his messy gasp, like a lost fawn.

"It's too dangerous... Helo. ”

Sayero looked at him and whispered, not knowing whether to warn the other party or himself, he was all deceiving himself.

The anesthetic medicine also inhibited his central nervous system, but the burning desire was still so irrepressible.