He swallowed his saliva and looked at the other party in a daze: "You... You're awake, I thought ......"

"They injected me with the serum of the Flower of Evil." Sayero coughed, his voice a little hoarse, "I've passed the rejection period, and I'm not in danger of my life for the time being." ”

"That four-dimensional creature that lives inside you..."

"Because of the stiflation of the flower of evil, I can't feel its movement for the time being, but my consciousness can still be out of my body for a short time, maybe as the flower of evil is decomposed, it will die together." As he spoke, Sayaro rubbed his head, "Don't worry. ”

All the uneasiness factors lurking in the blood are precipitated by this action.

Helo could smell the □□ of water on his body, and this otherwise unpleasant smell had become dull and good because of the mixture of Sayero's body odor.

Like a deep cedar forest in the silence of the night.

He couldn't help but want to spend a little more time in this forest, and the hand on the back of his neck picked up a few strands of his hair and played with them, causing his scalp to be crispy.

The smell on Sayero's body was addictive, he couldn't help but sniff a few times, like a foraging puppy, Sayaro's throat stirred, silently hooked the corners of his lips, habitually pinched his small earlobe, and kneaded between his two fingers. Helo felt the blood gather where he had touched it, and the roots of his ears turned red.

"Let me see your injuries."

"Already... Nothing. ”

Without saying a word, the whispering hand in his ear slipped down and unbuttoned his collar. On the young man's swan-like neck, the "kiss marks" he left jumped in front of him.

"Does it still hurt?" Sayaro reached out and gently scraped the delicate blood vessels there, his eyelids twitched a few times, and he felt palpitations. Helo dodged his touch, strands of hair sweeping across the back of his hand.

"It didn't hurt much at the time......

"I almost ate you, don't you know how to write the word fear?" Sayaro asked in a low voice.

"Eat it...... I don't have much meat either. ”

Helo sat up on his knees with his arms folded and sat on Sayero's waist, his hands on either side of his head.

It was obviously a posture to take the initiative, but his head was lowered due to shyness.

The wisps of bangs hung down, blocking the view, like a layer of rain, hiding an unclear and rich feeling. From this moment on, Helo felt that some kind of change seemed to have taken place in their relationship, like a thunderstorm that had been brewing for many years, and finally landed at this moment.

Sayero raised his hand and stroked the blushing cheeks of the boy he had raised.

Instead of the imminent touch he had before, Heloh felt like a blind man trying to trace his demeanor into his mind, his finger bones slowly and delicately moving over his skin.

Even if you don't look at it, you can imagine Sayra's focused eyes at the moment.

— was looking at him.

His fingers clenched in a clenched ball, and Helo held his breath, his lips red.

"Sayero, what are you doing......"

"Look at you cute."

“……”

Helo's brain roared, blinking sluggishly, a little in a trance.

Once this kind of frivolous admiration is almost ** said by Sayero, the lethality is simply deadly.

"I... I warn you—" he pursed his lips, his head lowered, his back arched, his fingers unconsciously grasping the few strands of blonde hair that slipped between his fingers, "don't treat me like a child. ”

"What should you not be a child?" Sayero asked in a low voice. He used a seductive and seductive tone that Helo had never heard from him, as if to guide him into love, and he even had the absurd illusion that Sayero was pursuing him.

Somehow, he blurted out, "When I." Just don't act like someone else. ”

Feeling Sayero's hand stroking him stiff, Helo raised his eyelids and stared at him like a hungry wolf waiting to be fed, Sayero's eyes were half-squinted, his finger bones scraped his pointed jaw pettingly, pinched his chin, raised his head and bit the mark on his neck, like a wolf teaching a provocateur who did not know the rules.

"If I knew you were so stupid, I should have eaten you to save trouble."

The hoarse and sexy threat in his ears was like an electric shock, and Herro snorted, but he still looked down at him unconvinced, and his blue eyes glared like rabbits. Sayaro resisted the urge to immediately press him under him and do something, and reached out a hand and rubbed his unruly silver hair.

"It's time for you to get out of here, Helo."

"Where are you going?" Helo frowned and sat up on his knees.

"As long as you leave this hospital, you must not let the CIA top brass catch you. They're coming in at dawn, and before that you have to get out of here and get out of Washington, D.C. underground. ”

"Why?" Helo asked rhetorically, his gaze uncontrollably cast into his own face in the reflection.

"Because you're a Kron." Sayaro paused, and for the first time personally said the almost cruel truth to him, "I created zào at that time without their permission, this is a crime of Yan zhòng. ”

The heart was twisted into a ball, and Helo was like a fish in his throat: "Crime? I don't think so. ”

"And... Because Elin is some important person in the CIA, isn't he? ”

Sayara's pupils shrank slightly, "You're always smart. ”

I couldn't guess.

Even the brain that invades you can't see through you.

He thought to himself, when he heard Sayero ask again, "Do you have the confidence to do this?" ”

"Get out of this place?" Helo raised an eyebrow wryly, "It's not like you don't know that hacking the system here is a piece of cake for me, and it's not challenging at all. ”

He paused: "You don't want to come with me, you want to stay here?" ”

Sayero nodded. "After all, I've been missing for six years, and I have to stay here to meet with the higher-ups and make sure I'm okay after some necessary tests before I can leave."

"What if there's a problem?"

"I don't have any problems except you." Sayero replied without hesitation.

Helo gritted his teeth in anger: "Where will I go after I escape?" ”

"In the western suburbs, in the Eisna neighborhood, there's a big playground there, go to the Desire Forbidden Zone Club and find a tuner-teacher named Cezel and ask him to take you to Alex's room, the password is the binary spelling of your birthday. Promise me, be careful, Washington is the safest place in the United States, but the chaos in the suburbs is similar to that of Hong Kong. ”

□□ teacher? Desire. Looking for a forbidden area?

…… Sounds like the name of an S'M club.

He couldn't help but ask in a questioning tone: "How can you have someone you know in that kind of place?" And an exclusive room? ”

Could it be that Sayaro still has this hobby in private? He is indeed a very controlling person, if Sayaro is really an S, he will not doubt it at all, but the question is, who has Sayaro played S'M with.

"Because of a mission. He's my eyeliner in the western suburbs. ”

Shayero was a little helpless that he had grasped the wrong point.

The answer was a foolish and ridiculous to his suspicions, and Helo was a little resentful, and suddenly felt his neckline tighten—he looked down and saw that a button on his chest had cracked, and Sayero was helping him to fasten it.

The burning sensation hit the place where his chest was touched, and he couldn't help but avoid it, but Sayero's fingers slid over his collarbone lightly, revealing a breathless tenderness from his fingertips, obviously buttoning, but as if he was tying him with a shackle.

Helo knew that this feeling was his psychological effect.

At all times, Sayero's discipline over him has always had the effect of making him powerless to struggle.

"What, did this answer disappoint you a little?"

Sahero looked at his clear and beautiful collarbones, and felt the urge to undo the collars that he had buttoned with his own hands again, but unfortunately he couldn't do that now.

“……”

Suddenly hearing such a sentence, Helo was stunned, but inexplicably appeared in his mind the situation of Sayero tying his hands several times, and the whole person jumped up, hit his head on the hatch again, and fell back into Sayero's arms. Sayaro turned his head sideways, dry lips slowly brushing his cheeks.

"Enter the playground and walk through the west gate, don't come into contact with strangers, and don't leave without permission until I get there to pick you up, understand?"

"Got it."

Herro replied impatiently, climbed out of the medical module, looked around, and slipped out the way it came.

A finger gently clicked the stop button, and the figure that swept across the screen was frozen on the screen.

Fingertips swept over the figure's face, and the man's electronic eyes flashed with a brilliant star, looking at the half-dead Asian man handcuffed to the torture device: "You said, you are an informant inserted inside the thorn paradise by CIA agent Sayero, and you have known this kid for many years, right?" ”

Ando nodded weakly, and as he moved, two thin needles piercing his temples burst into a string of tiny currents, causing him to twitch slightly.

"Well, you're going to make a good double agent. Let's start with him. ”