Seeing the naked body of the person in his arms, he immediately realized what he had done under the control of the Flower of Evil, and slammed his fist on the glass window in front of him.

Patiently withstanding his unquenched lust, he struggled to withdraw from Helo's body, carried him into the driver's seat, and removed the oxygen mask from a movable deck overhead.

Pressing it against the pale little face of the man in his arms, one hand over his chest, feeling the messy heartbeat inside.

"Helo?" He hissed and called his name, his voice tinged with lust that had not yet fully retreated.

Helo hung his neck, his eyelashes twitching, but he didn't wake up, leaning limply between the crooks of his arms.

Looking down at the miserable red mark on his chest, there was a shocking mess between his legs.

Sayero's face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, he rummaged around the front and back of the spaceship, found a first-aid kit in the place behind the chair that is often used to store medical supplies, and turned over a dose of injection labeled human self-healing repair solution from inside, and the bloodshot under his eyes faded slightly.

Infusing the life-saving injection into the neck artery of the man in his arms, he was relieved to see that his pale face gradually became a trace of blood.

Although Shi Yàn has confirmed that the new clone of Helo will not be infected by a virus similar to the Flower of Evil or invaded by parasites like normal humans, he will be injured and die.

It was only after doing this qiē that Sayaro realized one thing.

Isaiah injected him with a stimulant that activated part of his already necrotic nerves, and by accident caused him to completely "wake up" from his dormant state, allowing him to freely control his body. Remembering the previous situation, Sayero's eyes sank, and he rummaged through the first aid kit a few times, and unexpectedly found another thing he needed.

-- One tube of ketamine.

He carefully injected half a tube into the vein, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, he could see through the reflection of the window that the blood on the whites of his eyes had finally faded for a while.

This dissociative anesthetic does not coma him, but it calms his excitatory limbic system, thereby curbing the effects of the Flower of Evil.

Sayaro picked up the medical gown that he had almost scratched on the ground, wrapped it around the body of the person in his arms, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, hugging him tighter.

Helo rubbed his palm unconsciously, his body shrank for a moment, as if he was in pain in a coma, and let out a small cat-like snort, one hand eagerly groped for his wrist, like catching a survival driftwood in the sea.

Sin and distress lay on top of each other on his chest, making it difficult for Sayaro to breathe.

What exactly did he do? After Helo was tortured, he was tortured even more severely?

Untying the electronic lock around the neck of the man in his arms, Sayaro touched his face and waited in the darkness without blinking, like a lonely trapped beast.

After a few hours, the gravitational field caused by the warp engine gradually dissipated, and the space-time inside the ship returned to normal.

A dark blonde hair poured down from Sayara's back in an instant, his body trembled, and he saw the hands and feet of the person in his arms lengthen, and his immature face also appeared in an instant the outline of an adult man.

He couldn't hold his grown body anymore, but he still held a hand and couldn't let go, as if he had experienced six years of missing him overnight.

But Saharo knew that this was just a flash in the pan caused by the distortion of time and space, and that the period of time he missed would never be made up.

There is never much room for regret, just because he is a soldier, an agent, the most important chess piece on the whole chessboard, as long as there is the slightest hesitation and retreat, it will affect the entire chess game.

He couldn't help but think of the man's words before he died, raised his head, and looked overhead. The vast night sky was filled with stars, and it was impossible to tell which one would be the fate of the departed.

I'm sorry.

He said silently, not knowing whether it was for Ai Ling, or for himself, who had been sentenced to life imprisonment.

The chip that contained Spirit's consciousness was embedded in the skin under his wrist, like a sprint of guilt in the depths of his soul, so that he never had the courage to let go of Spirit, betray his promise, and touch the man outside the cage who had tried to break in for years.

But now, he's afraid he'll never be able to ...... anymore I can't hold myself back anymore.

With a dull pain in his wrist, Sayaro clenched his fist and released it, looking down at the man in his arms, his fingers running over his face, and pulling the messy strands of hair away from his face.

Feeling the itch on his face, the young man's silver-white eyelashes shook a few times, and he raised his head slowly, and a pair of ice-blue eyes met his eyes up close.

The brothers looked at each other for a while, a little embarrassed.

Helo blinked his eyelids slowly, revealing a look of confusion.

It took him a moment to realize what had happened, and the whole person bounced up from Sayero's arms and fell to the ground, the medical gown wrapped around his body was open, revealing his slender legs, and the temptation was suffocating.

Sayero couldn't help but rejoice that he was injected with hemp and drunk.

He bent down and tried to pick him up, but just after touching his body, Helo was like an electric shock, desperately broke free from his embrace, shrank into the corner, and hurriedly put his clothes on his body, and there was no place on his body that was not shivering.

"I'm sober, Helo, don't be afraid." He half-knelt down, carefully grabbed his thin white ankles, and reached for the hem of his clothes, "I have to clean it up for you, I can't let my things stay inside......"

With a "snap", Helo slapped him and pushed him away hard.

"I... Come on your own—" He gasped weakly and refused, his voice almost inaudible, apparently from the last night's hoarse.

"The medicine kit is here."

Sayaro closed his eyes, but the slightest movement in the silence drilled into his ears and eyes like a spell.

The spaceship fell silent, except for the small crumbling sound of the medical crate being rummaged through and the different frequencies of their breathing, which sounded haunting and dangerous in this small space, like a faint apatite that was about to burn at the touch of a button.

Hearing a soft grunt of pain, Sayaro opened his eyes again.

"Don't look...!"

Sayero saw at a glance that his pants were not yet on, and the few cotton balls thrown aside were still stained with mud and blood, curled up in a ball and wrapped himself tightly from head to toe, and the whole person exuded a kind of stabbing vigilance.

He really scared Helo, and this kid might be able to make some kind of shadow out of him. Thinking of this, Sayero really wanted to do something and take out some "brother" to comfort him, and after raping the other party just now, no matter what he did, he looked like a sanctimonious beast.

Not only for his first time, but also when the time and space distortion led the other party's body to become smaller. The scene from a moment ago was still in front of him, and he clearly remembered a detail, remembering that the person he had wanted for many years was trembling in his arms, his neck was on his back, and he let out a broken moan under his attack. He still remembers the wonderful taste that entered his body, the satisfaction that swelled to the extreme at the moment when it was branded......

Sayaro restrained the uncontrollable memory in time, forced his composure, and reached out to pick him up horizontally and put him in the empty seat behind the driver's seat.

Helo flapped desperately in his arms, making him feel as if he had caught a little rabbit.

"Don't move, you don't want to do it again, do you?" He pressed his hands and whispered warning.

"Get out of here!" The frightened young man craned his neck, his silver hair scattered, his eyes full of panic, tears rolling in his eyes, as if he were a stranger who had violated him, and not the brother he had been longing for.

"Shhhh Shrewd. Sayero gently pressed his index finger on his lips to calm him down like a child, but he opened his mouth and bit the palm of his hand. Like a thoroughly furred rabbit, Helo bit him so deeply and so hard that he almost gnawed a piece of meat off his hand.

Sayero pinched his chin and pulled his hand out, one hand on his shoulder, the other hand caressing his back, but the more he touched Helo, the more Helo struggled. Sayaro had to press on top of him, tie his hands with harnesses and his knees against his kicking legs.

"Woo... I don't care about you! No! No! ”

Helo shouted in panic under his pinch, because his voice was so hoarse that it sounded like crying, and the memory that Sayero had forcibly suppressed was awakened at once.

He grabbed him in the back of the neck and leaned down to block Helo's mouth, not flinching no matter how much he bit him.

After being forcibly kissed by him for a while, Helo seemed exhausted, and collapsed motionless under him.

When he let go, the cracked zipper revealed a mottled chest, rising and falling with his breathing.

Sayaro stared at it one more time and pulled it up for him.