Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Chapter 131 Kiss

No matter how hard Cheng Cuo racked his brains, he couldn't have imagined that Yu Hansheng was a vampire.

"That was hasty," Cheng Cuo thought speechlessly, looking up at the sky. "Oh no, now there's only a ceiling, no sky."

No, he absolutely cannot compromise like this.

Cheng Cuo relaxed his body and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Go ahead and smoke it, you look so pathetic."

He outwardly catered to Yu Hansheng, but in reality, he was waiting for Yu Hansheng to lower his guard so that he could break free from him.

Cheng Cuo lowered his eyes, looking as if he would do whatever he wanted. Yu Hansheng slowly released Cheng Cuo's hand, just about to bite down.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Cuo straightened up, broke free from Yu Hansheng's embrace, and forcefully pushed Yu Hansheng to the ground.

He slammed the door and left without looking back, practically fleeing in panic, leaving Yu Hansheng alone lying on the cold floor.

In fact, Cheng Cuo didn't use much force.

But Yu Hansheng's back hit the floor, his chest heaved, and he had difficulty breathing.

He watched Cheng Cuo's disappearing figure, his heart filled with bitterness and helplessness.

He knew that he had crossed the line.

My impulsive actions could hurt Cheng Cuo.

"Yu Hansheng, stop pretending to be dead."

Suddenly, a pair of feet appeared in front of him. It was Cheng Cuo, who had turned back.

Yu Hansheng looked at Cheng Cuo with unfocused eyes, his fingers trembling as he tugged at Cheng Cuo's trouser leg.

In a low, hoarse voice, she pleaded, "Don't leave me..."

Cheng Cuo withdrew his foot without making a sound, knelt on one knee, and awkwardly helped Yu Hansheng up.

Yu Hansheng leaned against Cheng Cuo, and Cheng Cuo did not push him away.

She unbuttoned the first button of her clothes, and then the second, revealing a large expanse of her fair collarbone.

Cheng Cuo closed his eyes and resignedly moved closer.

"You can smoke it if you want, I'm not leaving."

Cheng Cuo thought in frustration, hoping that Yu Hansheng would be gentle and not suck his blood dry.

Once he's been sucked dry, Yu Hansheng will never see his handsome face again.

He didn't want to die a second time.

Yu Hansheng, smelling the scent so close to his mouth, couldn't help but swallow hard.

His lips were slightly parted, as if he was trying his best to restrain himself.

No, Cheng Cuo definitely wouldn't be able to stand it and would run away from him again.

Sharp teeth bit through the tongue.

Blood foam spilled from Yu Hansheng's mouth, flowing down and staining the clothes on his chest.

The already dirty clothes were completely transformed into a blood-soaked garment.

The smell of blood lingered in Cheng Cuo's nose. Sensing something was wrong, he turned Yu Hansheng's head and poked his fingers into his mouth.

Yu Hansheng smiled weakly at him, "It's okay, I can survive by sucking my own blood."

"It's okay, I've always done it this way..."

Yu Hansheng's voice was hoarse and deep. Cheng Cuo looked at his pale face and frowned deeply.

He then covered Yu Hansheng's mouth with his hand, narrowed his eyes, and examined the situation inside his mouth.

"A grown man like you, why are you being so hesitant? If you're going to suck it, then suck it. You're not getting a chance."

With his chin resting against the top of Yu Hansheng's head, Cheng Cuo held the back of his head with one hand and used the other hand to cup his mouth and slam it against his collarbone.

As his teeth pierced his skin, a tingling sensation shot through him, and Cheng Cuo felt his blood rapidly draining away.

The room was immediately filled with the lingering, pungent smell of blood from the two individuals.

Cheng Cuo gently stroked Yu Hansheng's back with both hands, breathing slightly heavily, and tilted his head back to receive Yu Hansheng's movements.

After a while, Yu Hansheng only took a small bite before stopping, letting out a satisfied sigh.

I feel like I've been reborn. The wound on my stomach is slowly healing, and the chest pain is gradually disappearing.

Cheng Cuo's body went limp, and sweat soaked his forehead and made his hair look messy. Although he hadn't drunk much blood, he was still a little overwhelmed.

Yu Hansheng pulled him into her arms and couldn't help but pat Cheng Cuo's head.

"Little Cuo is such a good girl, do you want me to help you take a bath?"

"Yu Hansheng, get out of my way! You son of a bitch, Xiao Cuo, who asked you to help them take a bath!"

He punched Yu Hansheng on the shoulder, but it was just a soft, weak thud.

Yu Hansheng smiled gently, revealing her neat teeth.

Although Cheng Cuo always spoke with a sharp tongue, her hair was surprisingly soft.

In the end, Yu Hansheng failed to help Cheng Cuo take a bath and was even kicked by Cheng Cuo with all his might.

"You pervert!" Cheng Cuo's voice, filled with shame and indignation, came from the bathroom.

It's no wonder Cheng Cuo cursed; it's just that Yu Hansheng's words were too explicit.

He said, "Don't you think our current situation is like what happened afterward?"

"Disheveled and drenched in sweat..."

Cheng Cuo secretly vowed in his heart that once Yu Hansheng, that idiot, recovered, he would definitely get his revenge in an even more intense way.

Chi Miaomiao was teleported back to the familiar underpass. Her stomach was rumbling; she was so hungry.

Dragging her frail body, she squatted by the river, gulping water into her mouth, needing to replenish her strength to leave the bridge archway.

Soon, the people from the Black Crow Guild will surely find him.

She needed to find a new place to hide until Jiang Qi and the others came looking for her.

Late at night, a small figure disappeared into a trash can not far from the bridge arch.

Chi Miaomiao curled up tightly, her thin body huddled together. The trash can was overflowing with garbage, yet it was just big enough to accommodate her.

Her body pressed tightly against the cold metal wall, trying to find a sense of security in this small space.

He hugged his knees tightly with both arms, buried his head between his knees, and completely hid himself.

The area around the trash can was bustling with noise; people hurried past, and no one noticed this forgotten corner.

Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow by, carrying away scraps of paper and plastic bags, which would flutter in the air and eventually land on the girl's hair and shoulders.

The trash can reeked of a foul odor, a mixture of rotting food, cigarette butts, and other garbage.

Chi Miaomiao tried her best to hold her breath, but she still couldn't avoid inhaling the nauseating smell.

Her eyes would occasionally peek out from behind the edge of the trash can, wary that someone might find her.

Hiding in the trash can, the Black Crow Guild members probably wouldn't notice her.

Besides, it was late at night, and they didn't have the time or inclination to look for such an insignificant person.

Tomorrow, she will be able to see Jiang Qi, Lu Xue, and Lin Wanchu, who, despite her sour face, has a kind heart.

Finally, there's Lu Zhi, who's always been following behind Jiang Qi.

Unable to resist the drowsiness, Chi Miaomiao quickly fell asleep, though she frowned slightly, indicating that she didn't sleep very well.

As Chi Miaomiao closed her eyes for the last moment, these were her thoughts.

She had nothing to repay her saviors with, and only hoped to see them again in real life.

Unfortunately, Jiang Qi only had one bed at home, so the question of whether Lu Zhi should sleep with him was a real headache for Jiang Qi.

Okay, there is still a solution.

Lu Zhi wisely transformed into a child, still looking the same, and Jiang Qi relaxed and lay down to sleep.

As the two spent more and more time together, Jiang Qi gradually lowered his guard against Lu Zhi.

Jiang Qi's desire to turn Lu Zhi into a child was merely a product of his own peculiar psychology.

But the more his brother acted this way, the less Lu Zhi could hold back.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and his feathery eyelashes trembled slightly as he suppressed his emotions.

The human body has become somewhat abnormal.

Lu Zhi moved closer to Jiang Qi with ill intent, stretched out his long arm and pulled Jiang Qi into his arms, the sound of his breath growing hotter and hotter in his ear.

Jiang Qi wanted to ignore it, but it was no use. He opened his eyes and took a step.

With a "bang," Lu Zhi rolled onto the cold floor.

"Why have you changed back again?"

Jiang Qi glanced at Lu Zhi indifferently, his voice cool yet tinged with a hint of languor.

Lu Zhi got up from the floor, his eyes pure and innocent, his chin resting on the bed, staring at Jiang Qi at close range.

"Brother, I feel so bad."

"If you feel unwell, go take a shower. There's nothing I can do to help you."

It seems that Lu Zhi has not been taught about human physiological reactions, but Jiang Qi will not tolerate him in this regard.

He straightened up, couldn't help but raise his long leg, and kicked Lu Zhi.

Instead of being kicked, Lu Zhi was caught by him and his ankle was grabbed.

With wet eyes looking at Jiang Qi and a flushed face, she nuzzled up to him like a puppy.

His handsome face revealed a sickly beauty in the dim light.

With her other finger tightly gripping Jiang Qi's hand, her voice hoarse and filled with uncontrollable infatuation, she said, "It really hurts, brother, please teach me, okay?"

"My brother said he would give me a reward. Is this reward okay?"

Jiang Qi tilted his head back slightly, closed his eyes, and calmed the turmoil and struggle in his heart.

However, Lu Zhi seemed to have misunderstood something. He took the opportunity to grab Jiang Qi's hand, hook it around his neck, and then quickly kissed Jiang Qi's lips.

It was so hot. Lu Zhi was hot all over. His cold body had never been so hot before.

Lu Zhi skillfully pried open Jiang Qi's jaw.

He rubbed his fingers against the back of Jiang Qi's neck and kissed him, but Jiang Qi's tongue was almost numb from the heat.

Jiang Qi's mind went blank, his eyes wide open in a daze, forgetting even to resist.

Lu Zhi controlled the pace; he knew his brother so well.

At that moment, Jiang Qi was surprised by the tacit understanding between the two of them.

He thought to himself, "I'm really crazy."

He actually felt that they must have been in love for centuries.

From that kiss onward, things spiraled out of control between the two.

Lu Zhi carefully traced Jiang Qi's eyebrows and eyes, wanting to etch him into his very bones.

He was beyond saving a long time ago.

He loved the person in front of him very much.

I love the sweat on his forehead, and the redness at the corners of his eyes.

I love his slender, straight back, and the beautiful mole on his hip.

I love the way he frowns and sighs, and I love the way he touches his earlobe in thought.

Love him with a balance, love him without being able to, love all of him.

Brother, I've been looking for you for so long!

Jiang Qi rolled off, wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, and straddled Lu Zhi.

Suddenly, Jiang Qi grabbed his neck with both hands.

But Lu Zhi looked completely unconcerned, even seeming to enjoy it, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, his tone unusually soft.

"What's wrong, brother? Did I hurt you?"

Jiang Qi looked at Lu Zhi with tenderness and doting eyes, gently tracing his neck with his fingertips: "Have we met somewhere before?"

Lu Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly, and a low chuckle escaped from deep in his throat, "Brother, we may have met more than once."

Jiang Qi remained silent for a long time. It wasn't until Lu Zhi stroked the mole on his hip bone that he came back to his senses and slapped Lu Zhi's hand away.

"Stop touching it, or you'll rub that skin raw."

"So, brother, you haven't taught me yet."

Jiang Qi, unable to bear it any longer, rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

He patted Lu Zhi's face, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

"Next time we kiss, if you're not serious, I'll strangle you."

Lu Zhi was confused. Was he not serious when he kissed her?

What made Lu Zhi even happier was that such a wonderful thing would happen again.

Lu Zhi lay on the bed, covering his face with his hands, a faint smile escaping his chest.

His older brother really hadn't changed at all; he was still so indulgent towards him in every timeline.

Jiang Qi soaked in the bathtub again, wiped his face, and sighed helplessly.

Fine, I'll just indulge him one more time.