――I didn't expect the first time, but it was a little rabbit raised by myself.

This kid is a little rabbit, he is simply a wolf cub in rabbit skin!

He was completely wrong about him!

"Helo? Helo?! He shouted the other man's name helplessly.

Helo roared coldly: "I don't know you, you get out!" ”

Sayaro snorted, covering his nose with his hands, his eyebrows furrowed in pain, and his extremely handsome face was distorted.

Catching a glimpse of the light on Helo's fingers, Sayaro sat up straight, grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, and took off the ring Isaiah had put on him, Hello reached out to grab it, as if it was some kind of treasure, Sayero rolled him over and pressed him underneath, firmly restrained, and threw the ring far away with one free hand, staring at him angrily and distressedly: "Herro... Do you remember me? ”

Helo said coldly, word for word, "I don't know you. ”

His heart hurt like an explosion, Sayero grabbed the back of his neck, his fingers rubbed his healed throat, his eyes were terrifyingly dark, surging, rolling, and at the moment he looked at him, he pounced down, turned into an overwhelming shadow, and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't allow you to forget me." ”

Helo opened his mouth, but was gagged by Sayero, pressed to the ground and kissed him frantically.

He turned his head to avoid him, but Sayero's kiss was as fierce as an arrow beast, with a hysterical energy. His jaw was pinched to the point of almost dislocation, his clenched teeth were pried open with irresistible force, and the tip of Sayero's tongue slashed in like an arrow on fire.

Shoot through his heart, break through all his barriers, and nail memories into his marrow.

Then do your best.

With a little stubbornness and childishness, he tried his best to resist him, and his teeth bit Sayero's tongue mercilessly, but the other party did not have the momentum to retreat at all, until his mouth was overflowing with blood, choking him and coughing, and Sayero ended this crazy kiss.

Without giving him a chance to breathe, Sayaro lifted his hair, lowered his head and attacked his neck. He was silent, as if he had completely lost his mind.

Helo struggled, but his strength was like an egg hitting a stone in front of Sayero, and in the midst of his resentment, he felt a little afraid, and he couldn't tell what the source of that fear was. He wanted to continue beating him, but his hands were firmly clasped at his sides, the neckline was completely ripped open, revealing his snow-white shoulders, Sayero sucked and kissed down the side of his neck, sniffing his body odor deeply, he smelled an unfamiliar perfume on his body, and all that came to his mind was the scene in the monitor.

His little Eve had been touched by the devil, and perhaps had been violated even more before that.

The thought pierced his heart sharply, causing his possessiveness to flare up like a drug addiction, and the pain in his chest was so intense that he wanted nothing more than to take Heloh here for himself at once, and to erase Isaiah's legacy with his own mark.

Ignoring that it was in the desert, he bit off the button of Helo's shirt, and Helo's chest rose and fell violently, and the sweat rolled down from his collarbone, revealing a pink nipple-head through the gap.

It stood upright with excitement, like a flower bud.

- He was so sensitive to his touch, so longing, that his body's reaction could not be concealed.

"Don't touch me, you fuck off, pervert! Beast! Rogue! ”

Sayaro heard his little Eve scold him like an abominable enemy, a filthy criminal, blood rushed to the top of his head, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, he lowered his head like a mad dog and licked and bitten him recklessly, his free hands kneading his buttocks, his fingers tearing his pants and pressing them against the top of his furious thing, and savagely pushing it up, the hot top piercing several layers of clothing to reach the entrance.

Helo cried out in a broken voice.

Sayaro froze at this shout, "snapped", and slapped him in the face.

A clear five finger marks were added to the face with a blue nose and swollen face, and a handsome face was miserable.

After a few seconds of froze, Sayaro slowly let him go. His eardrums were buzzing, but his boiling and chaotic brain was finally calming down a little. What's he doing? Are you going to rape this kid?

Inflict secondary damage on him?

He propped himself up, and saw that Helo's clothes were torn and messy, his lips were swollen, his neck and shoulders were mottled red all the way, his blue eyes full of tears were wide open in anger, he gasped for breath in the shadow of his body, and one hand clutched at the collar of his shirt for fear of being violated by him, even more pitiful than he looked when he fell into Isaiah's hands.

It was as if his little Eve not only didn't love him anymore, but also treated him as an enemy to be guarded against.

Sayero clenched his fists, his finger bones pinched until they turned white, the green tendons on the back of his hand tangled and bulged, and slowly opened, he slowly wiped away his tears, and received a solid slap on his face.

But this time the strength was much lighter, for him it was no different from touching, and the blow made him almost horny, and the hand holding the back of Helo's neck couldn't help but tighten.

He wanted to kiss him, hug him, him in his body, let him feel his lava thoughts, his love, his intense fear of losing him, and the ecstasy of losing him.

There was an active volcano in his body, which could destroy himself and Helo at any time, but he didn't dare to do it. He didn't dare to act as recklessly as he had just done. He had become timid, timid as a mouse.

Sayaro clutched the sweaty back of his neck, his hands trembling as if he were being subjected to an unprecedented torture - all of which he thought was retribution.

He almost lost him.

Helo couldn't wrest his strength, so he could only bend his knees against his abdomen: "Stay away from me...... I'm not Elling, I'm not your hero! I will never rely on you again! You are never needed again! ”

The roar finally broke Sayra's tense nerve.

Fortunately, he didn't forget him.

He grabbed the hands of the man under him, his head hung heavily, pressed against his chest, and said something.

It took a long time for Helo to hear what he was saying.

"Helo...... Forgive me. Forgive me for my self-righteousness. Don't torture me, okay? ”

His voice was mixed with heavy gasps, muffled.

There was hot liquid running rampant between his collarbones, like tears.

Heloh was stunned for a moment, then looked down blankly.

The man's sturdy back trembled slightly, and his thick blonde hair was stained with sweat and dust, like a defeated lion prostrate on the ground, his face covered in blood, and he looked wolf-bèi. The man hadn't been so out of shape since he could remember.

Sayaro has always been restrained, rational, and even in matters of affection. He looked so powerful, as if nothing was invincible, nothing could defeat him.

Including the death of Elling.

But he was indeed defeated at this moment. He was defeated, but not to what a murderous enemy, what a cruel reality, what an incurable virus.

Rather, he lost to himself. When this thought crossed Helo's mind, he suddenly felt like he had the whole world. He trembled with excitement, grabbed the armed belt tied to Sayero's body like a faller, leaned in and stroked his strong and sexy muscles, buried his head in the neck socket of the other party and sniffed his breath, biting deeper and harder, the strength was like a fierce quest, Sayaro didn't even have time to comfort him with words, he was so that he burned himself, and he wanted to correct him on the spot in this desert.

He had no more sense. His sanity had already collapsed the moment he saw Heloh commit suicide. He will give this kid whatever he wants, even if it is his own life.

Shayero lay down and carried him to himself, leaving his little Eve to be presumptuous on him. His body was already as confused as he was in the fight just now, and he was pressed against the base of the opponent's leg. Heloh sat on top of him, looking down on him like a king who conquered the world.

His hair was dyed blonde, but his demeanor did not bear the slightest resemblance to Elling.

So fragile, yet so sharp, so sharp.

Cut through the thorns and pierced his soul.

"You've always made me chase your shadow... After chasing you for so many years, Sayero, I won't forgive you so lightly..."Helo stared at him viciously, but his eyes were red, "When I saw you just now, I really wanted to pretend to forget you and let you watch me throw myself into the arms of others, but..."

Even at the moment of impulse suicide, when I forgot about it, I always prayed that he would come. And then he really came. And alone.

Like a knight to the death.

So the moment I saw him, all the hatred, all the despair, was gone.

Full of satisfaction is all the boundless courage born of worrying about him, and the self-blame for being stupid.

How could he be so stupid and naïve as to test the person he loved with death?

As soon as he slapped Sayero's hand on the cheek, Helo gritted his teeth and grabbed his armed belt, and the tears that had been accumulated for a long time flowed down uncontrollably: "I just can't do it......"

"I can't forget you, I can't hate you! I also want to be a warrior like Elling, and I want to stand by your side and walk side by side, to be watched by your trust, to defend your back......"

Before he could finish speaking, his back was bent violently by a hand, and he rolled on the ground. The two of them rolled down the slope, covered in sand, and he kicked and kicked indiscriminately, and Shayero pressed up, trembling like an addict and sucking away his tears, and Helo opened his eyes, and saw his eyebrows frowning at close range, his eyelashes were soaked, and his heart seemed to be pinched so hard that he froze.

This man... Will you cry too?

Helo stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked it.

Salty, piping hot.

The hand around the back of his neck suddenly tightened.