Chapter 2519: Outsiders: Xiaochen Loses Memory 09
Lunch will be served at the rooftop restaurant of the hotel.
Zhou Chengjun was in a very good mood. He sat side by side with Zhao Xitang and asked Liang Yanze to dine with them.
Liang Yanze just picked up the chopsticks when he froze.
His waist was bound by tentacles, the slippery touch pressed against the skin under his shirt and...slowly moving.
What's even more outrageous is that the tentacles differentiated into thinner and more flexible tentacles, which slid into his shirt along the gaps and brushed across his chest.
A very light groan escaped from Liang Yanze's throat, and the silver chopsticks in his hand fell onto the bone china plate. He arched his body, trying to resist the unbelievably strong pleasure.
His scalp was tingling, and he could hardly think, let alone stop the black mist that was wreaking havoc under his clothes.
"Xiao Liang?" Zhou Chengjun was the first to notice his abnormality. Seeing that his face was flushed, his breathing was rapid, his glasses had slipped down a little, and there was even a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, he couldn't help but frown. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
His heart skipped a beat. Oh no! Could it be that he had given his assistant too much workload these days and made him sick from exhaustion?
This won't do. He doesn't want to exhaust a capable person like Liang Yanze.
Zhao Xitang also looked at him with concern.
Liang Yanze raised his head with difficulty, trying to remain calm, but his voice was uncontrollably panting.
"No, it's okay..." He tried to sit up straight, but the intensified touch under his clothes made him shudder again. He could only reluctantly say, "...I might have a little heatstroke. I feel a little unwell."
He took a deep breath and suppressed the trembling in his throat, "Sorry, I have to excuse myself for a moment."
"Go and rest," Zhao Xitang said immediately, "Do you need to call a doctor? Don't force yourself."
"Yes, otherwise people would think I was abusing my assistant!" Zhou Chengjun said.
He highly recognizes Liang Yanze's work ability.
Liang Yanze immediately stood up and left the table in a hurry with a somewhat unsteady step.
He walked quickly, trying to lower his voice and warn the air.
"Jinchen... stop... do you hear me?"
However, communication was ineffective.
The feeling under the clothes became even more excessive, with tiny tentacles entwining and rubbing against each other, bringing waves of numbness and slight pain that became stronger and stronger.
Liang Yanze couldn't even wait to get back to the room. He glanced at the lounge sign next to the restaurant exit and walked over quickly without thinking much. He hurriedly told the waiter at the door that he needed to take a break, then pushed the door open and locked it behind him.
This is a small room with simple decoration and good sound insulation. Once the door is closed, the noise outside disappears.
Liang Yanze leaned against the door panel, his body trembling slightly. Finally, he could not hold on any longer and slid down the door panel to his knees and sit on the carpet.
His breathing was completely disordered, his hair was soaked with sweat, and a few strands stuck to his forehead.
His glasses hung askew on the bridge of his nose, his eyes behind the lenses were moist and red, his usually calm and composed expression was replaced by embarrassment, anger and a confused look of forced indulgence.
The top button of the shirt had been opened at some point, leaving the collar slightly open, exposing the fair neck and collarbone to the air.
What's even more outrageous is that you can vaguely see unnatural bulges and signs of wriggling under the shirt fabric.
Even small, fuzzy tentacles protruded from the edge of his collar, ambiguously tightening the skin below. The surface of the tentacles was covered with extremely small and rough barbs, which scratched the sensitive skin and left red marks.
Liang Yanze looked up inadvertently and saw himself in the decorative mirror opposite.
Her clothes were disheveled, the corners of her eyes were crimson, and she was being entangled by an inhuman being.
A look of dejection and loss of composure.
Shame and anger rushed to his head. Liang Yanze reached out to grab the door handle, his knuckles turned white from the force, and he squeezed out a sound from between his teeth with an unprecedented stern look:.
"Jinchen... stop!"
This time, the unbridled mist under his clothes paused for a moment.
Jinchen obediently shrank back to its normal size and gathered in front of Liang Yanze again, looking at him seemingly at a loss.
In the mirror, Liang Yanze saw the red marks on his collar, and also saw the mist approaching cautiously, trying to touch the red corners of his eyes.
"So pitiful..." Jinchen's thoughts came over, with a bit of clumsy comfort after doing something wrong, but mixed with fascination that could not be completely suppressed.
"But I can't help it."
Abyssal Swamp began to have great doubts about his own willpower.
Liang Yanze ignored him, closed his eyes tiredly, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his rapid heartbeat and the helpless trembling that remained in his body.
He sat on the ground against the door and regained his composure.
The black mist that caused the accident sensed his rapid breathing, floated to his side, and wrapped around his wrist that hung at his side.
Like a pet snake that has done something wrong and doesn't know what to do, it coils gently.
"Wife," Jinchen felt aggrieved, "I'm not angry yet, why are you angry too?"
Liang Yanze: "..."
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the remaining trembling in his body.
He wasn't angry, of course; that emotion couldn't, and didn't need to, be explained to an inhuman monster.
He just felt deeply weird and... helpless.
I actually felt pleasure from the extremely strange contact with the monster.
Liang Yanze opened his eyes and looked at the mirror again.
The man in the mirror's suit was a little messy, his tie was a little loose, and the black mist was wrapped around his arms intimately and uneasily.
An absurd and beautiful picture.
Liang Yanze looked away, raised his hand, and adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose with trembling fingertips. The cold frames touched his hot skin, bringing a sense of clarity.
He slowly re-tied his tie and adjusted the collar of his shirt, trying to put on that calm and self-controlled shell again and hide the blush in his eyes that had not yet faded.
After doing all this, Liang Yanze lowered his eyes and looked at the black mist that was lurking at his wrist, appearing to be exceptionally well-behaved.
"Why are you angry?"
"I……"
Liang Yanze didn't give him time to think and continued to ask calmly, "Did I reject you?"
Jinchen: "...?"
The fog stagnated slightly.
Maybe not.
My wife just asked him to stop, but didn't say no.
"Did I say no?" Liang Yanze continued to ask, his eyes fixed on the mist through the lenses. His tone could even be described as patient. "We were in the restaurant at the time, and there were a lot of people. I just didn't want to attract unnecessary attention or trouble."
"So, are you going to be angry too?"
Jinchen: "..."
He was so confused that his coiling movements came to a halt.
The Abyssal Swamp was confused by the human's clear and irrefutable questions.
Jinchen was a little confused.
But he is a swamp. Isn't it okay for him to be angry as he pleases? Why does he need to be reasonable?
But seeing that Liang Yanze had returned to his indifference, his face became even more lively because of his previous loss of composure.
Jinchen also felt that...it might be okay to talk some sense.
After hesitating for a few seconds, a tentacle slowly stretched out and gently touched the back of Liang Yanze's hand.
"Wife, I'm sorry." Jinchen admitted his mistake very straightforwardly, showing the demeanor of a responsible person.
After apologizing, he immediately remembered his original intention and asked, "So... can you suck my blood now?"
The turmoil in Liang Yanze's heart caused by the loss of control gradually subsided.
He had a rough idea of the monster's temperament: direct and willful, but not completely uncommunicable. He was even a little... gullible.
Liang Yanze turned around and walked to the sofa in the lounge and sat down, crossing his legs, his posture becoming calm again.
He glanced at his neatly manicured nails and stated the difficulty in a flat tone, "There are no scissors here."
"I can do it." Jinchen immediately became energetic, and that little entanglement was instantly thrown behind his mind.
As the energy he absorbed from blood grew stronger, he became more proficient in controlling his own power.
The tentacles slowly wrapped around his white arm, as if measuring, and then, extremely tiny barbed protrusions appeared on the surface of the tentacles, gently sliding across the surface of the skin.
A subtle but sharp stinging pain came.
Liang Yanze lowered his eyes and saw a thin red mark on his arm. A few bright red blood beads were slowly oozing out of the scar.
In an instant, the hidden restlessness caused by the subtle pain that had been forcibly suppressed spread again, even clearer and more violent than before, rushing up the spine along the nerves.
Liang Yanze's Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably, and he subconsciously tilted his head back, resting the back of his head on the soft sofa cushion.
He closed his eyes, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly, trying to hide the ripples in his eyes.
[The detection of the villain triggers the heartbeat value, the heartbeat value is +10, and the total is 10! 】
