Who is it?

"Hey! Who's there? ”

Helo quickly put on his clothes. Although it was basically impossible for some uninvited guests to enter the hull, the terrifying fantasies that appeared from time to time for several days really made him really start to take a look.

He touched the mechanical bracer on his wrist, glanced at the bulkhead beside him, and froze.

The bright red, obviously handwritten by someone with a finger dipped in blood, was scattered and scattered, like the handwriting of a mentally ill person with extremely confused thinking.

He vaguely discerned "sorry", "must", "suppressed...... and a string of vague letters that seemed to be able to be pieced together into his name, and at the end of it fell a heavy spot of blood, which even dented the impregnable bulkhead. A feeling of extreme uneasiness welled up.

At the same time, he was startled by a sudden muffled sound from ahead.

He strode forward, instinctively navigating the intricate interior of the ship, only to hear the abrupt movement sound again nearby, as if it were near the emergency exit at the stern of the warship.

Calming his breath and slowing his pace, he walked towards it step by step.

The white light of the searchlight crossed the corner before his shadow, and plunged into the cylindrical space, a tube of thick inky darkness, illuminating a white shadow "suspended" on the bulkhead.

When he saw what it was, the light trembled with his wrist and rolled to the ground.

God knows what he saw.

Sayaro's whole person is attached to the bulkhead, or it is more appropriate to use "inlay".

The bulkhead centered on his body was smashed backwards into a large crater, as if it were a thump of impact or gravity. The hatch across from him was even more miserable, the gate had been completely twisted and deformed, as if it were ......

He had tried to destroy it and escape.

"Escape"?

Why did he get out of here? There was no time to think about it, the tension was already tearing Helo's skull apart.

He threw himself in front of Sayero, trembling close to check on him, his teeth clenched.

Sayero hung his head weakly, his □□ body was invisible in the light of the flashlight, his skin glowed with a cold glow close to glaze, and there was not a single wound on his body.

He gasped in dismay.

According to common sense, if a normal person is hit by this kind of impact, there will definitely be multiple open fractures, but Sayero's body looks too intact, intact to the point of false abnormality.

Maybe the wound is concentrated in the back and inside?

Helo didn't dare to touch him casually, so he leaned sideways to check, but Shayero moved his neck at this moment.

"Click-"

A series of clear bone grinding sounds hit his eardrums, causing his scalp to tingle, and he took half a step back, deliberately lowering the flashlight to dim the brightness, and saw Sayero raise his head at an unusually slow speed, his long dark blonde hair hanging in front of him like a curtain, and his face looming in the slightest shadow.

Helo held his breath and stared into Sayero's eyes, and saw that the other party opened his eyes, staring at himself from the bottom up, his narrow eyes were half-squinted, his pupils were extremely small, and the edge of his iris was faintly showing a strange purple, staring at him intently like a creature in the night, revealing bloodthirsty coldness and danger, and if you look deeper, you can find a kind of desire.

The meaning is unknown, but the desire is extremely strong.

The nerves seemed to be pulled into a filament in the skull, and Helo's hairs stood on end.

He took a step back, his shoulders jerked, and his body pressed against the man's rock-hard chest.

The distance between the faces is no more than a finger, and the breath is entangled, like kissing—

But he definitely wasn't in the mood to think about it at the moment.

He opened his mouth, his throat locked as if he couldn't make a sound, and his surroundings were surprisingly quiet, he could hear his own chaotic gasps, and he was entangled in Sayara's heavier breathing, slowly tightening up one by one, forming a terrifying effect in this cramped space, making it impossible for him to breathe.

He didn't know what the other party was thinking at the moment and what he wanted to do, and the behavior of this person who had been with him for several years became unpredictable.

…… Will this man who has always loved and protected him in the past hurt him?

"Sayara? What the hell happened to you? Helo stared into his eyes close at hand, her long silver-white eyelashes trembling, scratching Sayero's already tense nerves like feathers. He was no longer able to respond to the other party in words, and all the functions of his whole body were used to restrain the manic power in his body.

But that pure incitement came out of Helo's bones, and after time it had been tempered, it was more lush than his youthful youth, more mellow than his adolescence, and even if he stood in front of him without doing anything, it was like an aphrodisiac that made him unbearable. Sayaro forced himself to imagine the other party as the child who had not yet grown up, gritting his teeth and holding his breath, the green tendons bulging from the corners of his forehead, jumping and jumping.

But Helo didn't have this self-knowledge. Suppressing the rising adrenaline, he nervously raised his hand and wrapped his arms around Sayero's thin waist in an attempt to pull him out of the hollow.

As he did so, the side of his neck inadvertently approached the other man's face, and a pure and seductive body fragrance suddenly overflowed Sayero's throat, and something "snapped" in the veins, like a thin layer of ice shattered, and a twisted flower bud drilled out from underneath.

Sayra's brain boiled all at once. Instinctively, he opened his lips and approached Helo's cheek, picking up a strand of damp hair from the tip of his tongue to absorb the sweet sweat of the other.

"Sayara! Be sober! Do you know what you're doing? ”

Helo let go of his hand and took a step back, frightened by his almost ** action, and his voice was a little out of tune.

Sayero clasped the other man's shoulder, felt the skeleton belonging to an adult man that grew under the delicate flesh, a fatal impulse gnawed at his heart fiercely, and a series of hoarse and inhuman words burst out from between his lips and teeth: "I know ......"

"What did you say?" Helo didn't hear clearly, he tilted his head, a snow-white slender neck peeking out from the high neckline, and the skin near the base of his ears spread crimson like a fever. Sayara's body is attached to his pubic bones, which is really a big irritation for him, you must know that Sayaro even touched him with his fingers in adolescence, which made him extremely shy.

But he's not an adolescent hairy boy after all. It's not that easy to scare him like that. He took a deep breath and struggled to free a hand - he didn't dare punch Sayaro like he had punched Ando, so he slapped him cleanly.

"Sayero. Look at me. He stared into the other party's eyes in the darkness, speaking clearly and sharply, but felt the hand on his shoulder suddenly increase its strength.

The evil desire to break out of the cage drove Sayaro to choke the back of the neck of the person in his arms with one hand, his fingers were embedded in the soft hair, and he lowered his head by taking advantage of his height, and his lips were close to the ear of the person in his arms, and he was shocked. Helo instinctively wanted to dodge, but the back of his neck was firmly held in Sayero's big hand, his head and neck couldn't move, and the tendons of his neck stretched out a beautiful and beautiful curve.

Sayero licked it along the curve, took his red earlobe in his mouth, and sucked it hard after biting hard, as fierce and deadly as a wolf that had caught a rabbit.

This kind of "intimate contact" that he had never had with the other party made Helo stupid all of a sudden.

The hot heat spread from his earlobes like a plague, his body trembled slightly unconsciously, and it took half a day for the nerve center to give the command of "struggle" - Sayaro would never make such a move under normal circumstances, worried that the other party might have injuries on his body, Helo didn't dare to exert himself, so he could only bend his elbows and shake his body, but Sayero leaned forward and pounced on him to hit the hatch behind him.

"Sayero......" He tried to catch the other party's gaze, his expression was still forcefully calm, but his chaotic voice leaked the panic in his heart, "What's wrong with you?" ”

All he answered was Sayero's grim gasps. His body was as heavy as a collapsing mountain, his back hunched, and the shadow of his body completely enveloped him.