There is absolutely no problem with Shen Yimian's intelligence. At most, he just loves to daydream too much and is good at thinking about everything in the worst possible way.

"No need, I took the test in high school." He said a little depressed.

"How many"

"112." It couldn't be more normal.

After the words fell, Xie Lu frowned slightly and said softly, "Shouldn't..."

Shen Yimian gritted his teeth and simply kept silent, waiting for this intellectual humiliation to pass quickly.

"Don't overthink it. I'm not humiliating you," Xie Lu said calmly. "I just think that with your intelligence, you shouldn't fail to understand the meaning of 'no matter what happens, you must never leave.'"

Sure enough, he came.

Shen Yimian took a deep breath and explained patiently, "I'm worried that something might happen to you. After all, you gave me the protective collar and you haven't come back yet. What if..."

Xie Lu interrupted him, "There's no such thing as a one-time event."

Shen Yimian frowned slightly, aroused by him. "I admit that my worry was unnecessary and I acted impulsively, but my starting point was definitely for your safety."

Damn it, he's starting to sound a bit like Xie Lu now.

Xie Lu looked at him indifferently, without commenting, "It seems that humans really cannot strictly follow every instruction."

Shen Yimian could sense some sarcasm in his words, but she had no way to refute it.

After holding his breath for a while, he turned his back to Xie Lu and said coldly, "Okay, next time I will definitely not care about you."

He shouldn't worry about the life and death of an AI, as his kindness was taken for granted!

After the words fell, neither of them spoke again, and the closet fell into a deep silence.

After a while, the door of the compartment suddenly creaked.

Two footsteps were heard lightly, and Shen Yimian's whole body tensed up instantly. He clearly smelled a foul evil aura.

In the darkness, he couldn't see anything, but he could hear the footsteps getting closer and closer, and then stopped not far from the wardrobe.

"What if the master finds out that we're being lazy like this?"

"What are you afraid of? The Heavenly Stage disciple hasn't been caught yet. The sacrifice will take another half a day."

Damn, these two demons couldn't be lazy anywhere else, but they had to choose this place.

Shen Yimian had his back to Xie Lu, his back pressed against his chest. Although he was reluctant to admit it, the warmth of Xie Lu through his clothes made him feel at ease.

Suddenly, an explosion was heard outside the compartment. Shen Yimian's shoulders shook violently and his heart jumped into his throat.

"What sound?"

"It's okay. We're just setting off firecrackers. It's part of the ritual before the sacrifice."

The two demons acted like commentators and answered Shen Yimian's questions.

It seemed that the sacrifice would begin soon. Perhaps because Shen Yimian was too afraid of being discovered, he always felt cold, as if he had been infected by the evil spirit of the two demons, and his hands and feet were cold.

After a while, the biting cold gradually disappeared, replaced by a heat that made him restless and upset, as if millions of ants were vying to gnaw at his sanity.

Shen Yimian couldn't hold on any longer and fell forward. Fortunately, Xie Lu supported her shoulders in time.

The hand was extremely cold, like the first sip of water one drank after running a thousand meters on the playground on a hot summer day. Shen Yimian opened his eyes slightly and gently held the hand as if grasping a life-saving straw.

Xie Lu paused, obviously realizing something was wrong, and used magic to transmit a message.

"What’s wrong with you"

A sweet scent like honey gradually emanated from her body, her hands and feet felt numb and weak, and she lay limply on Xie Lu's arm like noodles. Shen Yimian could not hear any sound in his mind, and he suddenly remembered something.

His throat was extremely dry, so he sent a message to Xie Lu, "What day is today?"

"On the sixth day of the second month, spring begins with the awakening of insects."

broken.

Shen Yimian no longer cared about anything else, pushed Xie Lu away, and carefully searched every pocket on his body, melon seeds, spirit stones, cricket jars... How could he carry so much junk?

Finally, just before his sanity collapsed, he found a snow-white porcelain bottle in his last pocket.

He unscrewed it, poured out a pill, and Shen Yimian gobbled it up.

He supported himself on the ground with his hands, and the unbearable burning restlessness in his body subsided at an extremely fast speed.

——Every spring, foxes go into heat.

Si Wuxing had reminded him a long time ago to take medicine just in case, but he had been so focused on this crappy mission these days that he had forgotten about it.

That was a close call.

If he gets horny in this damn place, even if the demons don't kill him, he will have to find a building to jump off.

Shen Yimian let out a long breath, curled up his fingers, and confirmed that his strength had returned, indicating that this time his estrus had been completely suppressed.

In fact, he had been in heat before, but he always hid in the bedroom to deal with it himself, and rarely had an attack outside like this time.

"Haha, I was really scared. Fortunately, I was prepared."

He said how could he be so weak that he was paralyzed by two demons.

Shen Yimian breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to tell Xie Lu that he was fine, but when he turned around, he saw the young man staring at him. He had only cared about himself just now, but now he realized that in the silent room, several suppressed and forbearing gasps had escaped at some point.

His heart skipped a beat, like a small animal sensing danger, and he hurriedly tried to get away. However, the wardrobe was too small, and it was already too small to accommodate the two of them. He had no way to retreat, so he could only quickly send a voice message to ask,

"You wouldn't..."

You must have been bewitched by his enchanting aura when he was in heat.

Before Shen Yimian finished speaking, Xie Lu's breathing became clearer, and every breath made Shen Yimian's hair stand on end.

He suddenly remembered what Xie Lu had said before.

"This body is constructed using a humanoid structure. Aside from its sense of pain, its other properties are far superior to humans."

——Does that mean that once a certain unspeakable desire is ignited, the flames that burn are far more intense than those of humans?

Shen Yimian instantly felt that something was wrong and quickly handed the small medicine bottle behind him, "Take the medicine quickly!" Fortunately, the sound of firecrackers did not stop, and the demons outside did not notice the movement here.

Xie Lu slowly reached out his hand, took the medicine bottle, and examined it carefully, suppressing his discomfort, but he hesitated to take any action.

He was judging whether the medicine Shen Yimian gave him would cause harm to his body.

Seeing that he didn't eat, Shen Yimian wanted to pry open his mouth and feed him medicine. She scolded him through voice transmission, "You're looking for the production date, eat quickly!"

Xie Lu pursed his lips slightly, as if he was urgently thinking of a countermeasure. After a while, he finally came to the conclusion that he should follow Shen Yimian's advice.

He opened the medicine bottle, poured out a pill, and swallowed it.

Shen Yimian breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his temples. "How do you feel now?"

In the already dimly lit closet, Xie Lu leaned against the door, his expression dark and gloomy. "To put it simply, I want to insert something."

Shen Yimian:

He said in horror, "Brother, this is too common."

"There's a more standardized way to express it." Xie Lu raised his eyes to look at the half-exposed white neck, his eyes filled with undisguised burning desire. "Preliminary judgment is that I should be erect."

Shen Yimian closed his eyes in despair. He had just been trying to convince himself that something seemed to be holding his butt, probably the hilt of a sword. Now he didn't have to guess what it was.

He retreated reluctantly, wanting to cry but unable to do so, but there was no way the wardrobe could become several meters longer to allow him to avoid the hilt of the sword.

what to do

Who designed AI to be exactly like a human?

Is Xie Lu going to go out and kill the demons like this? If this gets out, how can he and Xie Lu live together?

"Hurry up and do it yourself." Shen Yimian nervously sent him a voice message, "I won't look at you. Hurry up."

Soon, Xie Lu's puzzled voice came from behind, "How to solve it?"

"Aren't you an AI? Search the database."

"Erection is a banned word in the database."

Shen Yimian was silent. He forgot that this thing was produced in a country that cracked down on pornography, gambling and drugs. Even if he searched online, he would not be able to find a tutorial.

Time passed by minute by minute, Shen Yimian's face looked ugly as if he had eaten a fly. After a long while, he finally forced himself to put aside his sense of propriety and righteousness, and said, "Forget it, I'll teach you."

He turned his back, mentally telling himself to just treat it like he was fixing a vacuum cleaner and "reach in."

I couldn't see Xie Lu's movements, I only heard the rustling of fabrics, and then Xie Lu's calm voice with a hint of forbearance, "Then..."

"Hold that thing," Shen Yimian held his forehead, his voice getting lower and lower, "just swing it up and down."

He closed his eyes, not daring to listen or look. An awkward atmosphere spread around him. After a short while, Shen Yimian couldn't help but ask, "Are you done?"

"without."

Xie Lu's voice was very soft and his breath was unstable. The sound he spoke reached Shen Yimian's heart directly, leaving a kind of ambiguity that was hard to describe.

Shen Yimian had no choice but to continue waiting, his fingertips tightly gripping his belt. About fifteen minutes passed, but he still didn't hear Xie Lu finish.

What's going on? It should be amazing to be able to drink a full cup of passion fruit for so long, but this is a bit too long.

He was worried about what might happen next, and asked anxiously, "Are you still not well?"

Xie Lu did not answer.

Shen Yimian finally noticed something strange. She tried to adjust the angle and looked back, avoiding some embarrassing parts that she didn't want to see. Through the faint light of the blood moon under the crack in the door, she saw Xie Lu with his face hanging quietly, his eyes red. It was obvious that he had endured it to the extreme. The hand that was blocking the wardrobe was curled up with his knuckles turned white from the exertion.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this well."

Shen Yimian was stunned for a moment, then with a complicated look he looked away. He whispered, "Why are you apologizing to me? I can't help you. Try again on your own."

There was no sound behind him for a long time. The only sound in his ears was Xie Lu's increasingly heavy and difficult breathing, as if he was in extreme torture and pain.

Shen Yimian had once experienced the suffocating discomfort of estrus. It was truly excruciating pain, not physical pain, but the extreme wear and tear on one's will. His limbs went limp, his heart aching, and he just wanted to quickly sink into the ocean of pleasure and drown.

Shen Yimian clenched his fingertips and after a while, he took a deep breath.

Never mind, it's his fault for always being a good guy.

Xie Lu had excellent eyesight, and even in such a dark night, he could still see the white hand reaching out to him.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but was ruthlessly interrupted by the person in front of him using telepathy.

"Shut up."

Shen Yimian closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and reached out to touch the boy's snow-white and flawless clothes.

After a moment, he opened his eyes in surprise.

——You must be kidding.

One hand couldn't even close.