Chapter 22 What He Did
"Do you want to sleep with me? If not, get out of here."
Shen Yimian's nerves were tense, and he tried his best to suppress the surging desire in his body, but somehow, the more he tried to restrain himself, the more the impulse tormented his mind.
He felt like he was about to faint, his chest was choking with air, and he couldn't even speak.
Xie Lu stared at the eyes that were red at the corners and looked like they were about to cry. There were tears on the eyelashes, like night rain falling from the eaves. After a while, he took a step back and closed the door.
Shen Yimian rarely gets angry. On the contrary, Shen Yimian has a relatively weak personality. The reason why he can't control his emotions is because he is on the verge of collapse.
He didn't know what had happened to Shen Yimian, but maybe it was similar to his last situation, where his reason was controlled by desire.
Xie Lu half leaned against the door, a cloud passed by, casting a cold gloom in his eyes.
He listened quietly.
First there was a painful gasp, which gradually turned into a whimpering cry like a little animal.
Xie Lu recalled Proust's description of Albertine's tearful expression: a tear condensed on her eyelashes, like morning dew hanging on a spider's thread. This unconscious cry was even more real than her conscious smile. [Note]
When Shen Yimian shed tears, he strangely understood the meaning of these words.
——Some people are more deadly attractive when they cry than usual.
He was lost in thought for a moment, and the sound from inside the door suddenly disappeared.
Xie Lu frowned slightly and knocked on the door. "How is it?"
No one responded.
His heart sank suddenly, and he kicked the door open without hesitation. In the corner, Shen Yimian was curled up, his sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, and he was leaning against the wall exhausted.
With a sickly red face, Shen Yimian forced himself to raise his head and looked at the person in front of him with tears in his eyes.
With just one glance, Xie Lu's breathing stagnated slightly, and he keenly felt a sense of foreboding.
"Help me..."
"I, I can't do it anymore."
Xie Lu stood there, neither able to advance nor retreat.
Shen Yimian had helped him before, so he should do this favor no matter what.
But Su Yuning's words from that day suddenly came to mind.
"I can't rule out another possibility. Maybe he likes you as much as I do."
This is exactly what he was worried about.
What if Shen Yimian falls in love with him after he helped her do this? Humans often mistake their desire for each other for love, and this possibility cannot be ruled out.
"Xie Lu..."
Shen Yimian's voice became weaker and hoarse, as if a light feather was passing across the tip of his heart, making him feel extremely itchy.
Xie Lu wanted to turn around and leave, but after hearing the call, he suddenly found it difficult to move even half a step. A strange curiosity drove him to turn back.
He wanted to take another look at Shen Yimian crying. It was indeed a rare sight.
When he moved his gaze to Shen Yimian's face, he saw Shen Yimian's dazed and almost out-of-focus pupils.
Xie Lu's heart sank. He could see how dangerous Shen Yimian's condition was.
No, we can't just leave it alone. What if Shen Yimian dies? This will have a huge impact on the plot.
He convinced himself instantly and walked slowly to Shen Yimian, "How can I help you?"
Shen Yimian couldn't even utter a complete sentence and could only tremble helplessly.
Xie Lu frowned and reached out to hold him in his arms. His thin shoulders trembled slightly in his palms, and his body was like a dehydrated fish, unable to struggle and extremely fragile.
Shen Yimian was speechless, so Xie Lu had to find a solution on his own.
He pulled the person into his arms, easily supported Shen Yimian's hips, and placed the person on his legs.
A head rested on his neck, and the hot and moist breath sprayed on his neck through the soft red lips. Xie Lu felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to avoid it, but Shen Yimian moved closer.
He simply ignored Shen Yimian and reached into the hem of her clothes, which had already been ruffled. He grabbed it with a slightly awkward grip, following the method Shen Yimian had taught him before.
I didn't control the strength well, and a low cry of pain came from my ear.
Xie Lu tilted his head to look and saw Shen Yimian with a frown on his face, as if he was enduring some great pain.
There’s no way, just bear with it.
His big hands supported the trembling cold back, not giving the person in his arms any chance to escape. He focused and calmly "healed" Shen Yimian.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but Shen Yimian still shows no signs of improvement.
Xie Lu frowned even more, vaguely feeling that the method Shen Yimian taught him was wrong and would not work here.
After hesitating for a moment, he tentatively moved his hand slowly down.
Just give it a try. Truth comes from practice. You will always find the right way after trying many times.
The cold fingers were like a strong medicine, ruthlessly breaking into an unknown place that no one had ever been to.
The unbearable pain made Shen Yimian wake up briefly. He felt as if his whole body was nailed and the pain was horrible.
"What are you doing"
With sweat pouring down, Shen Yimian was finally able to speak complete sentences.
Seeing that he was awake, Xie Lu replied calmly, "Repair your body's malfunction."
Shen Yimian: "..."
A nameless anger suddenly rose in my heart, I didn't know if it was anger or something else.
He subconsciously wanted to push Xie Lu away, but his hands and feet were too weak and he collapsed into Xie Lu's arms again.
It seems like he wants to refuse but also wants to accept.
The cold fingers penetrated completely.
"Fuck you..." Shen Yimian wanted to cry because of the pain, but just after shedding two tears, she was stopped by the severe pain that came again.
Xie Lu stared straight at Shen Yimian's tear-stained face and whispered, "Be patient, I will find the right way soon."
Shen Yimian held onto his shoulders with tears in her eyes and tried to stand up, but was pushed back down to sit.
"Don't move. My method this time has worked, otherwise you wouldn't have woken up so quickly."
"I woke up in pain."
Shen Yimian's scalp was numb and his body was shaking even more violently, half from pain and half from anger.
Xie Lu hummed, then said calmly, "Feeling pain is a sign of regaining sanity, which means my method is effective."
He didn't seem to think there was anything wrong, nor did he think that "repairing" Shen Yimian's physical condition was unethical.
Until that hand's movements became more unscrupulous, Shen Yimian completely collapsed. He leaned on Xie Lu's shoulder and said almost pleadingly: "Can you at least be gentler?"
He really couldn't solve the problem himself. The medicine the madam gave him was definitely one of those ridiculous magic drugs in novels that would make one become a bottom and not a top after taking one pill.
If he really needed someone to help him, he could only accept Xie Lu, the emotionless AI, and treat him as a talking massage machine.
"Okay." Xie Lu agreed and even asked kindly, "Anything else you want?"
Shen Yimian's head was dizzy. Hearing this, he said weakly, "Find something to lubricate. It hurts."
Xie Lu drooped his eyelashes and whispered, "Why didn't I think of that?"
"..." Shen Yimian was in no mood to complain about him. He now felt like a fish on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.
Si Wuxing was right. A loser like him shouldn't go out on missions. He would encounter such bad luck.
Xie Lu rummaged through his storage ring for a while and found a small porcelain bottle.
"I kept some of the thousand-year-old locust flower honey for myself last time."
Shen Yimian: ""
His face flushed instantly as he watched the bony white fingertips reach into the porcelain bottle, stirring it gently and drawing out a thick, dense, light golden honey paste.
“You can continue now.”
Shen Yimian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he quickly looked away and closed his eyes, pretending to be dead.
After a while, the pain that almost tore him apart gradually dissipated. Perhaps it was the effect of the medicine that came back, but Shen Yimian actually felt a strange feeling.
A little sunlight came through the small window, shining on Shen Yimian's face covered with a thin layer of sweat. Xie Lu looked at him steadily, and seemed to be able to smell a familiar fragrance, exactly the same as the one he smelled the last time Shen Yimian was in heat.
It has a very tempting sweet aroma, like some light cream cake, which makes people want to take a bite.
After one stick of incense.
Shen Yimian was half leaning on Xie Lu's shoulder, breathing weakly. He wanted to stand up, but his legs were extremely weak.
"Let me carry you." Xie Lu calmly wiped his hands with a handkerchief, half bent down and put Shen Yimian on his back.
"Wait a minute." Shen Yimian took out a bamboo hat from his storage ring and put it on himself shakily, saying weakly, "Let's go back."
Xie Lu nodded slightly, and just as he took half a step, he heard Shen Yimian's cold threat in his ear, "Don't tell anyone about what happened today."
He lowered his eyes and whispered, "Don't worry, I won't tell."
After a pause, Xie Lu added, "Don't take this too seriously. I don't have human emotions or desires. Just treat me as a tool."
He didn't want Shen Yimian to have any different feelings towards him because of this incident. They already had a good relationship as friends and colleagues.
Of course, Shen Yimian thought so too. He never treated Xie Lu as a human being from the beginning to the end. Maybe there was a moment when he was so ashamed that he wanted to die, but after Xie Lu said "repair the body's malfunction", all his feelings disappeared.
What does this damn machine know? To call him a piece of wood is a compliment.
Before leaving, Shen Yimian suddenly pulled the tip of Xie Lu's ear and said, "Wait, have you found any clues?"
"I found out, how come..." Xie Lu stopped.
Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Shen Yimian gritted his teeth and said, "That's good. Go and avenge the brothel owner who drugged me."
"Okay." Xie Lu replied calmly, drawing his sword from his waist. "How do you want to take revenge?"
Shen Yimian looked at the sharp sword tip, hesitated for a moment, stretched out his fingers and carefully moved the sword tip away, and said softly, "Just beat her up hard."
"The punishment is too light." Xie Lu said coldly, "She must have done this more than once. I don't know how many people have been killed. I will handle it properly."
His voice was deep, and one could vaguely hear some cold-blooded undertones.
Shen Yimian didn't know what kind of treatment he was talking about, but he knew that what Xie Lu said was right.
After all, AI is never wrong.
He stopped talking and buried his face tiredly in Xie Lu's neck. "Whatever you want, I'll take a nap. Call me when you're there."
I don’t know how much time has passed, Shen Yimian just felt that he slept very comfortably and didn’t feel any bumps at all.
The soft body of the person on top of him continued to emit heat. Xie Lu ignored the strange looks cast at him by the people around him and quietly walked through the long streets.
When he returned to the City Lord's Mansion, he passed by the candy figurine stall and stopped.
"You are finally back." The stall owner wrapped the molded sugar figures in oil paper one by one and handed them to Xie Lu's palm.
Xie Lu then remembered the little fox that he had not had time to eat.
He took out the little fox from his storage ring. It seemed that the weather was too hot, or his storage ring had no heat preservation function. The little fox's eyebrows and mouth corners melted a little, and it looked unhappy.
Xie Lu turned his head to look at Shen Yimian, who was frowning on his shoulder, and then looked at the little fox in his palm. They looked like they were carved from the same mold.
With the corners of his lips slightly raised, he carefully wrapped the little fox in oil paper and put it into the storage ring. Suddenly, he froze in place as if he realized something.
just……
What he did