Right on Target

The calm water surface changed suddenly, and the stimulus signal came like a storm.

Su Heting's breath stagnated, his fingers tightened, and a voice of resistance overflowed from his lips: "No..."

He felt the spiritual invasion of Xie Zhenshu, but he couldn't see where Xie Zhenshu was.

This sea seems to be the officer, his cold consciousness touches like water waves, passing through Su Heting's activity area, occupying Su Heting at a slow speed.

This kind of slowness was too torturous, causing Su Heting's Adam's apple to slide several times. After a few seconds, he couldn't even tell whether it was torture or stimulation.

The stimulating signal jumped up, driving Su Heting's senses. While feeling the spiritual invasion of Xie Zhenshu, he felt the real temperature of Xie Zhenshu.

-don't want.

Su Heting's consciousness was confused and he instinctively resisted. He panted slightly, more sweat broke out in his palms, his head unconsciously drooped forward, missed Xie Zhenshu's cheek, and touched Xie Zhenshu's shoulder.

He said, "Don't...don't stare at me consciously."

They all closed their eyes, they obviously didn't even hug each other, but they seemed to be mingling intimately.

At this moment, Su Heting knew what Xie Zhenshu was thinking. Similarly, the other side of Xie Zhenshu was fully exposed in Su Heting's conscious gaze.

The chief's calm and polite appearance is evil, and his intrusion method perfectly restores the interpretation of "Asura", full of aggressiveness and greedy desire.

This makes Xie Zhenshu exude a dangerous atmosphere. Absolute abstinence is equivalent to **** addiction in some respects. Under extreme restraint is a silent possessive desire.

Xie Zhenshu gently pressed Su Heting's tiger's mouth with his thumb, and comforted Su Heting with his voice: "...you are too nervous."

He spoke softly, as if he had a plan in mind. But his back muscles were tense all the time, and the side of his neck was sweating a little.

—Restraint used up almost all of Xie Zhenshu's effort.

The connection of consciousness made his senses sharp. Even with his eyes closed, he knew how Su Heting was panting and how his fingers were entangled with him.

He has many, many—bad impulses.

But he can't do anything, this is his last request to himself. He can't attack Su Heting by force, even if his spirit has already cornered Su Heting.

Xie Zhenshu whispered: "Can you hug me?"

Su Heting blushed and said, "No...you're going to tear me apart."

Xie Zhenshu paused for a moment, tilted his head slightly, the tip of his nose was almost touching Su Heting's ear, and said, "No way."

He fouled in this ambiguous atmosphere.

"Please...cat."

please.

please—

Su Heting's consciousness was full of these words, like Xie Zhenshu's murmur, over and over again, crushing his vigilance. He felt that he was already in Xie Zhenshu's arms, both mentally and physically.

Those broken and messy memories rushed to Xie Zhenshu, and they were already close to each other on a certain level. Su Heting felt Xie Zhenshu's heartbeat. He had never experienced such a connection, with sweet pain.

The officer is "watching" him.

The stern gaze was looking for a stimulating signal. But to Su Heting, he was like melted ice, with a piercing temperature, opened by the officer, and comforted by the officer.

Xie Zhenshu is not so strong after being hugged, he needs Su Heting's active acceptance, which can reduce his aggressiveness. He dragged his reason and used his consciousness to feel Su Heting inch by inch.

Su Heting's face was already buried in Xie Zhenshu's shoulder socket, he was trembling for blending, it was an irresistible physiological reaction, just like tears. His ears, tail and everything else belonged to Xie Zhenshu during this period, for Xie Zhenshu's consciousness to fiddle with and inspect.

Xie Zhenshu wanted to resist the greatest temptation in the world. For a moment he was lost in Su Heting's fragility, but he gained Su Heting's trust. He regarded this trust as a lock, and he firmly shackled himself.

He tried to praise Su Heting, so as to relieve Su Heting's burden, and said: "You are so smart, you are... great."

Su Heting's fingers touched a piece of damp, and he didn't know whether it was his own sweat or Xie Zhenshu's sweat. Not only did he not relax when he heard the sound, but he clenched Xie Zhenshu's shirt tightly, slightly annoyed: "Don't praise me."

He was troubled, the compliment troubled him. It made him light, his consciousness became more and more intoxicated, and he was almost out of breath, as if his jaw was stuck by the pillow book, and he was approaching for inspection.

They shared the same pleasure, Xie Zhenshu was almost taken away by the illusion of the cat, he took a deep breath, and for a moment, he almost forgot what he was supposed to do. He was a little restless, his mouth was dry by Su Heting's panting, and his earlobes were completely red.

cats are cute.

cats are...

Oops, cats know what he wants.

Sure enough, Su Heting's cat ears snapped, and he felt that his head was full of praise.

Xie Zhenshu thought: I'm sorry.

Su Heting said: "...um."

However, Xie Zhenshu couldn't control himself to think: You are really cute.

Su Heting's face was almost pressed into Xie Zhenshu's chest, he buried his head and remained motionless. Not only did the heartbeat fail to ease, it even beat very fast.

The hideous stimulus cheered and fled, running amok in the net pockets of both people's consciousness. It stimulates Su Heting, but also encourages Xie Zhenshu.

Su Heting became excited when he was stabbed by it, his tail wriggled and almost broke free from the mouth.

This caused the connection between the two to fluctuate, and Xie Zhenshu's unconscious possessiveness immediately became fierce, as if he wanted to bite Su Heting's consciousness tightly.

Su Heting: ...You bit me.

Xie Zhenshu: Right...um.

Su Heting: I will be eaten by you.

Xie Zhenshu comforted the cat with his consciousness, but the comfort after blending was like a pain in the ear, he had to raise his hand, hold the back of Su Heting's head, rub it lightly twice, and apologize silently.

Su Heting said: "My mind is full of...you."

He was just stating the facts, but Xie Zhenshu stopped his movements.

After a while, Su Heting said, "Hey...you think a lot."

His voice was hoarse and nasal, as if he was about to cry.

Xie Zhenshu immediately stopped the connection, unplugged the cable, his chest heaved, and after a while, he suddenly buried his face in Su Heting's hair, and said, "...I'm sorry."

Ambiguity remains in the darkness.

His cross star turned slightly, and because of the temperature, the silver light was stained a little crimson.

Turns out, they're all dumb when it comes to conscious connections.