As soon as the words fell, Xiao Lingyun suddenly stepped back. The heat in the room disappeared in an instant as his mood changed, dropping to freezing, and a chill invaded.

"But that would be another man's responsibility, and his prerogative."

His phone rang.

He cursed and pulled his phone out of the inner pocket of his suit.

Yan Xiaojing was a little curious about who called.

"What?" The voice stopped.

She walked towards the bathroom, so that Xiao Lingyun could leave some privacy, and she also needed space to be alone. The visions that came to her mind were enough to make her dizzy - two whole days, with him?

When Yan Xiaojing walked out of the bathroom, Xiao Lingyun had already sat on the sofa, his elbows propped up on his knees, and he was deep in thought. He took off his coat, and his black shirt made his shoulders look particularly broad. She leaned forward and shuddered at the sight of the pistol pressed under her coat.

When she sat down next to Xiao Lingyun, he finally raised his head. At this moment, how she wished she could read his heart better. It's all to blame for the annoying black lenses! She reached out and stroked the rugged face and protruding jaw. He opened his lips slightly, as if the caress from her made him need to breathe more air.

"I want to see your eyes." She said.

His body leaned back, "No." ”

"Why not?"

"Why do you care what they look like?"

She frowned and said, "You're wearing these sunglasses, it's hard for me to guess what you think." But now, I don't mind knowing what you think. ”

Or more importantly, how you feel. She added in her mind.

Xiao Lingyun finally shrugged his shoulders and compromised: "Whatever you want." ”

found that he didn't take off his sunglasses, Yan Xiaojing had to do it herself, pinching the frame and taking off the sunglasses. He then lowered his eyes, refusing to open them, his long black eyelashes touching the skin on the lower edge of his socket.

"Are you so reluctant to let me see it?"

He gritted his teeth and did not speak.

So she turned to studying the sunglasses in her hand. She held her sunglasses up to the candle and realized that she could barely see anything through the lenses, which were too dark.

"You can't see, can you?" She asked him gently.

His upper lip twitched, not a smile, "Are you worried that I won't be able to take care of you now?" ”

Yan Xiaojing was not surprised at all by the hostility he showed. It is conceivable that a man like him must hate any of his weaknesses.

"No, I'm not worried at all. But I still want to look into your eyes. ”

Xiao Lingyun hugged her in front of him like lightning, close to her knees, and only relied on the strength of her arms to maintain her balance so that she would not fall to the ground. An indifferent arc was drawn at the corners of his mouth.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Yan Xiaojing gasped.

Those bright eyes are hidden deep under the brow bone, wrapped in thick black eyelashes, and the iris is showing a strange color. It was a pale green that was almost pure white, with a faint glow. The light seemed to be lit from deep within the skull, and at first glance it looked like two small light bulbs shining on a face.

Then, she noticed that Xiao Lingyun's pupils were unusually long, unusually subtle, like two black needle eyes that could not be focused.

She caressed his face and said sincerely, "Your eyes are so beautiful. ”

"But it's useless."

"But it's beautiful, like the brightest jewel in the world."

Xiao Lingyun's eyes widened, scanning her face blankly, trying to make the picture in front of him a little clearer.

Yan Xiaojing just stared at him quietly.

"Have they always been like this?" She leaned over Xiao Lingyun and asked.

"When I was born, my eyesight was impaired, and it got worse after refining. It may continue to degenerate later with age. ”

"Then you can still see something?"

"Yes." He said as he raised his hand to stroke her hair. Her hair slipped down to her shoulders, and she realized that Xiao Lingyun had removed the clip from her bun. "For example, I'll know I like the way you put your hair down, and besides, I know how beautiful you are," he said. ”

He traced the outline of her face with his fingers, then stroked it down over her neck and collarbone, all the way down to the groove between her breasts.

In an instant, her heartbeat was as violent as a hammer, her brain became sluggish, she couldn't think, she only felt that everything in the world was far away from her, and Xiao Lingyun was the only one left.

"However, people overestimate the importance of vision." He whispered, spreading his palms against her chest, bringing a heaviness and warmth. However, compared to the feeling of being pressed against the bed, it was just an appetizer. "Touch, taste, smell and hearing, among the other four senses, are equally important."

He leaned down and rubbed the tip of his nose against her neck.

She enjoys the gentle rubbing. His fangs, she wondered, would go through her skin.

She hoped that Xiao Lingyun would bite her.

Yang Xuying went underground, pacing back and forth in the laboratory, the slippers on her feet pounding heavily on the white oil carpet blocks. He walked around the lab a full two times before stopping at his workbench. He stroked the neck of the enamelled microscope and looked up at the rows of glass beakers and large batches of test tubes on the top cabinets, the roar of the freezer and the humming of the vents, the smell of disinfectant lingering in his nose.

This technological environment reminded him of his appeal to wisdom and the pride that his excellent brain brought him.

He has always believed that he is a civilized person, able to properly handle his emotions, and can think rationally in the face of stimuli and make logical responses. But this time, the hatred and anger that contained so much energy were too violent for him to sit still.

All sorts of bloody and horrific plans swirled in his mind.

But who is his opponent? If he was asked to take a Swiss Army knife to deal with Xiao Lingyun, it would only be him who would bleed.

So, he needed someone who knew how to kill, someone who could get close to the Moon Warrior.

It's clear who you're looking for. He knew who he was looking for and where to look.

Yang Xuying turned around and walked out the door, a satisfied smile on the corner of her mouth.

As he passed by the lab's notched sink, he stumbled upon a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and froze in place: an eager and treacherous look in his eyes, an evil smile on his lips that he had never seen before, and his face flushed with excitement in anticipation of the outcome of the despicable act.