When the vast number of netizens thought that dog food would be the main content for tonight, two little kittens made a grand entrance.
They were placed on the computer desk by Sheng Minglang, and just by relying on their round little heads, the entire barrage went wild.
Zong Yuan pointed at Sheng Minglang, “Haven’t you thanked your mom for increasing your exposure?”
The two clever kittens obediently began to act cute toward Sheng Minglang, “Meow, meow~”
Sheng Minglang, annoyed and embarrassed, pushed Zong Yuan out of the camera frame, “What the heck, man!”
Oh my god! Embarrassed!
So many people are watching! Does Sheng Minglang still care about his image?!
The barrage style abruptly changed, 【So, Sheng-ge was actually the one being pressured.】
【Look, look, look! He’s annoyed and embarrassed, hahaha, so cute!】
【Boyfriend, are you sure you don’t want to consider me? Sheng-ge’s first time playing the role of the bottom in bed definitely can’t compare to me! I’m bold and wild enough~ Leave a phone number, 18XXXXXXXXX, and you can play with me to gain experience first】
Sheng Minglang squinted his eyes, “Zong Yuan.”
Zong Yuan walked in, and Sheng Minglang pointed at this barrage for him to see, taking screenshots and photos in one go, “What do you think?”
“…” Zong Yuan, “Anti-pornography and illegal publications enforcement?”
More shameless than you? That would be downright frightening.
【Hahaha, damn, anti-pornography and illegal publications enforcement!】
【Oh yo, is it that harsh?】
【Don’t pay attention to what he’s saying. Maybe deep down, he’s itching for action. Men, at times like this, pretending to be clueless is more important.】
【Do you fucking only know he’s not speaking from the heart? In my opinion, a man like this is a good man! Paired with Sheng-ge, I salute!】
Sheng Minglang snorted coldly and addressed the camera, “Be glad you’re hiding behind the screen, or I’d teach you a lesson hands-on. Listen up! Whoever dares to touch my man, I’ll play with them to the death!”
Upon hearing such arrogant words, Sheng Minglang’s haters would mock him for lacking manners and having a narrow mind, taking even a joke seriously.
Zong Yuan, however, was oddly accelerated by this statement.
He uncontrollably wrapped his arms around Sheng Minglang from behind. Tattoos appeared on his body along with an unleashed force. The computer screen flashed and went black. Zong Yuan, with undivided attention, used his teeth to grind against Sheng Minglang’s neck.
Sheng Minglang’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he said to Lin Gousi, “Get out.”
Concerned, Lin Gousi said, “Are you sure you’re okay? Zong Yuan seems a bit strange now.”
Zong Yuan’s face was covered in blue demonic patterns, like a wild beast marking its prey in the most lethal spot.
Sheng Minglang felt goosebumps exploding on his body. He gritted his teeth and ordered Lin Gousi to leave, “Try interrupting me again, and see what happens!”
Lin Gousi left, considerately closing the door.
Sheng Minglang tilted his head back, letting Zong Yuan indulge in licking. He glanced at Zong Yuan’s face with his peripheral vision. Mysterious and beautiful demonic patterns emerged in abundance on Zong Yuan’s face, along with those deep, black eyes emitting a greenish beastly glow.
Sheng Minglang couldn’t help but shiver.
Zong Yuan’s licking on his neck became more forceful. Trembling, Sheng Minglang said, “Be gentle.”
Zong Yuan stopped his movements.
He took a deep breath and violently tore open his own clothes, buttons scattering all over the floor.
The blunt desire in his breath overwhelmed Sheng Minglang’s face. “Let me take control for a moment.”
With a husky voice, Sheng Minglang, parched, whispered, “What do you want to control? I didn’t eat chili today, Zong Yuan. I dream of letting you f*** me.”
Zong Yuan’s breath hitched.
Pulling back his sanity with all his might, 0046 shouted, “Zong Yuan!!! You haven’t captured that big snake yet! He fears the power of the White Tiger, but you’re not a pure White Tiger. Be rational, ahhh!!!”
“He’s a vengeful maniac! How are you going to complete the mission like this? QAQ.”
Zong Yuan blocked Sheng Minglang’s advance, his voice hoarse, “I don’t feel it today, tomorrow.”
Sheng Minglang pointed at his pants, “But you’re hard, Zong Yuan.”
He sensed Zong Yuan was avoiding, but at the same time, he knew it wasn’t because Zong Yuan didn’t feel anything for him. He touched his neck, reddened by Zong Yuan’s licking, and said with a sense of grievance, “Zong Yuan, it hurts.”
“Hurts… then stay away from me.” Zong Yuan tossed his hat and walked irritably in the direction of the bathroom.
Unable to resist teasing, Sheng Minglang thought, if he took one more step, he would taste the bitterness of his own actions.
Fortunately, Sheng Minglang didn’t follow him.
Zong Yuan took a cold shower, and the tattoo on his body was a giant tiger, vividly coiled around him. It seemed as if it would come to life in the next second, the fierce appearance of a beast with bared teeth and claws causing a shiver down one’s spine.
Zong Yuan calmly said, “I’ve calmed down.”
0046, not giving him any face, exposed him, “The demonic patterns on your face are still there.” With so many demonic patterns, how come they didn’t scare Sheng Minglang away?
Zong Yuan muttered, “Damn.”
After the demonic patterns subsided a bit, he walked out of the bathroom. Sheng Minglang obediently lay on the bed waiting for him, wrapped in a blanket, not revealing an inch of skin except for his face. Zong Yuan sighed in relief, pinched his face, and whispered, “I’m sorry.”
He expressed the bitterness akin to not being able to perform.
Sheng Minglang paused for several minutes before speaking, “Do you think I’m the kind of person who doesn’t listen to explanations and causes trouble?”
In his heart, Zong Yuan thought so, but he said, “You’re not.”
Regardless of the world, lovers couldn’t live up to the words “tolerant and generous.”
Sheng Minglang curled up under the blanket, “Turn off the light and then explain it to me properly.”
Zong Yuan went to turn off the light, and Sheng Minglang quickly pulled out the pants from under the pillow. As he was stuffing the pants into the quilt, Zong Yuan had already turned back.
Of course, Sheng Minglang was a troublesome character. He went to the “broken” bathroom to take a shower, then tucked himself into the quilt, fragrant and bare. Initially, he had thought he would definitely sleep with Zong Yuan no matter what, but when Zong Yuan said, “You’re not,” Sheng Minglang felt he couldn’t do that.
He extended a bare arm to turn off the bedside lamp, comfortably putting on pants in the dark. Zong Yuan’s eyes could see in the night, clear as day. As expected.
Zong Yuan didn’t want him to know, so he pretended not to be aware.
Sheng Minglang pulled on his pants. “Speak.”
Zong Yuan said, “Do you remember what the predictor, the broadcaster who predicted Xiao Li’s death, said?”
“I remember,” Sheng Minglang frowned. “He said she would freeze to death.”
If it were winter, there might be some credibility, but it’s summer now. How could someone freeze to death in summer?
Zong Yuan said, “Do you believe it?”
“I don’t believe it,” Sheng Minglang said. “But since you’ve shown up, do you want to tell me that this is possible?”
Zong Yuan replied, “The power of supernatural beings is always somewhat mysterious. I say I’m an atheist, and I really don’t understand the supernatural community.”
Sheng Minglang clicked his tongue. “Brother Tiger, why do you speak so confidently? Whatever you say goes.”
Zong Yuan raised an eyebrow. “Have I ever lied to you?”
Speaking of this, Sheng Minglang got irritated again. “Huh, day after day, you keep saying tomorrow you’ll f*** me, tomorrow you’ll f*** me. Time has passed, and it’s still tomorrow. Isn’t that lying to me?”
Zong Yuan said, “Brother has f***ed you in spirit,” he chuckled low in the darkness, “a thousand times over.”
Sheng Minglang’s eyes had a hint of red. He buried himself in the blanket, continuing the previous topic. “Is that broadcaster who predicts death a supernatural being?”
“He’s human,” Zong Yuan said. “The bad guy I’m trying to catch, I still don’t know where he’s hiding.”
Sheng Minglang asked, “So, did the chef die because of him, or was he supposed to die at that time?”
Zong Yuan lay on the bed. “Supernatural beings don’t harm people so conveniently. I think the chef originally had that car accident, but it wouldn’t have been fatal. He took advantage of this gap to torment the chef, who shouldn’t have died, to death.”
“Torture?” Sheng Minglang touched Zong Yuan’s chin. “Brother Tiger, did you use the wrong word? In our human dictionary, dying instantly in a car accident doesn’t qualify as torture, does it?”
Instant death, at least, could be considered swift and clean.
Zong Yuan gently explained, “Humans can’t see it, but we can. The chef’s body was dissected into millimeter-sized pieces under the skin. Because it was cut so finely and neatly, not a single bit of flesh was missing. He looked like a mangled mess, but it was a complete corpse.”
Sheng Minglang sucked in a breath. “Damn…”
He vividly remembered the chef’s image, mosaic-covered, and held onto Zong Yuan’s arm. “Damn, that brutal?”
Zong Yuan sighed. “Especially those hands, covered in countless scars.”
Sheng Minglang, with a dark expression, said, “Stop talking.”
Zong Yuan kept silent, and the entire bedroom became extremely quiet, only the sound of the air conditioner could be heard. Sheng Minglang felt a bit hollow inside and asked again, “Can such impossible things really happen? Is Xiao Li really going to freeze to death?”
Zong Yuan nodded.
“And no one cares about monsters killing people?” Sheng Minglang said. “Call your local police station. If you’re afraid he’ll come after you, let me make the call. Damn it, are we just to be killed by our own kind at their whims?”
This time, Zong Yuan remained silent for a long time before saying, “When monsters kill, they must pay the price.”
Humans, as primates, killed animals that hadn’t become monsters. Once animals became monsters, they killed humans. It was always different.
Sheng Minglang thought for a long time. “Why is it specifically the chef and Xiao Li?”
“And the chef died the next day, while Xiao Li was still alive.”
“The greater the hatred, the greater the patience,” Zong Yuan suddenly asked, “Aren’t you afraid anymore?”
“Afraid… pah! When did I say I was afraid?!” Sheng Minglang grumbled, completely hiding under the blanket, crawling onto Zong Yuan, and arrogantly demanded, “Hold me!”
Zong Yuan wrapped his arms around Sheng Minglang’s waist, patting his hair. “Not afraid, hubby is here.”
“What use are you?!” Sheng Minglang muttered, “Am I scared? Tomorrow, I’ll go up the mountain, buy amulets, and garlic. Can’t stand his stench; I’ll damn well drive him away!”
He talked tough, but his body completely relaxed.
Zong Yuan held him, closed his eyes, and after a dozen minutes, a voice like a mosquito sounded, “You can beat him, right? If you can’t, remember to run.”
Zong Yuan’s voice, tinged with a smile, said, “Okay.”
Can beat him.
