Futile Devices Scans

The fierce tide surged in rapidly, then slowly receded, one wave higher than the last, rising and falling without end.

Xue Bao Tian felt as though he were in the middle of the sea, floating and sinking, drifting with the current.

It was very hot. Like being inside a steamer.

The dog days of summer seemed to have been flattened, shortened, and all crammed into this one day. The assaulting heat wave seemed capable of setting the air aflame, and the suffocating current shifted back and forth with the surging seawater, constantly scorching exposed skin.

There was another kind of heat burning from inside the body, spreading from within to without, making one’s face flush and ears burn. With every rise and fall of Xue Bao Tian’s body, with every movement, that fire burned higher and higher, fiercer and fiercer.

His body was wrapped in a fine layer of sweat, as though Xue Bao Tian had just been fished out of water. Sweat slid into his tightly shut eyes, stinging so badly that it was difficult to open them. It seemed as though some lingering memory flashed past…

“Are you the owner of license plate A01B01? Your car was scraped in the parking lot”; the black shadow that had flashed through that dark corner; the footsteps behind him gradually growing clearer; the face he had not had time to see clearly; and then the sudden darkness before his eyes!

!!!

He had just been attacked!

Xue Bao Tian’s muddled consciousness instantly cleared. He forced his eyes open, his vision gradually sharpening from a blur into clarity. What entered his sight was a rusty sheet-metal wall, and at this moment he was lying face down on a simple bed, his body constantly being driven forward, just like seawater surging back and forth with the tide.

Dust-sealed memories suddenly awakened: a workers’ shed not much better than a latrine, the spindly spider in the corner, the strange sensation, the man behind him, and “You’re not good-looking. One time is only worth two hundred.”

Fuck you!

Xue Bao Tian forcefully turned his head to look back. The back of his neck was sore, swollen, and stiff, and even the slightest movement hurt so badly it seemed to drag his brain along with it. He had only half-turned when a large palm pressed down on the back of his head and forced him hard into the pillow.

“Awake?” The man behind him was breathing a little unevenly. “Don’t move. I’m not done yet.”

“Goddamnit, Yan Ye, what the hell are you doing!” Xue Bao Tian used almost all the strength he had to struggle desperately, yet just like that first time, he still could not shake the power behind him.

This time, Yan Ye was not as silent as he had been last time. He turned the sweat-drenched Xue Bao Tian over, clasped both his hands, and pinned them above his head.

“Xue Bao Tian, do you still remember this place? The project here has already been completed. For you, I specifically found someone to borrow it.”

“Yan Ye, you scraped my car, tricked me into leaving the hotel, and ambushed me. Are you fucking insane?!”

“If I’m not insane, should I just watch you get into someone else’s bed?” Yan Ye suddenly locked a hand around Xue Bao Tian’s neck and leaned down closer. “Xue Bao Tian, aren’t you a straight man? Isn’t kissing a man disgusting? Isn’t having sex painful? Then why were you going to the hotel with Tong Yan? Why!”

Ignoring the faint sense of suffocation, Xue Bao Tian curled his lips contemptuously. “Little idiot, is it really that hard to guess? Because only you disgust me and make me suffer. Other than you, anyone fucking can sleep with me. Only you, Yan Ye, can’t!”

His body was trembling slightly. A dense, ink-dark color surged in Yan Ye’s eyes, and even his voice turned hoarse. “Only I can’t? Xue Bao Tian, then what am I doing right now? Hm?!”

“Yan Ye, you!”

The seawater surged violently, raising furious, raging waves, and the blazing fire inside his body was burning too. Xue Bao Tian seemed to have been placed over a flame, roasted over and over again. Seawater and raging fire, heaven and hell; between floating and sinking, sweat poured out and was scorched dry again. After an unknown length of time, he spoke with difficulty. “Yan Ye, fuck your uncle, let go of me. You already have someone you like. I fucking refuse to be the third party!”

Yan Ye held Xue Bao Tian’s head and kissed him recklessly. At such close distance, the madness churning in his eyes could be seen clearly. “Even if you refuse, you still have to be. As long as I want to, I can keep you locked in this workers’ shed forever.”

“Lock me up, my ass!” Xue Bao Tian bit down, sinking his teeth hard into Yan Ye’s lips. The taste of rust instantly spread. Yan Ye’s brows knit tightly from the pain, yet he did not make even a sound. Gripping Xue Bao Tian’s cheeks, he kissed him fiercely again, and only when the blood flowing from his lips had mingled with sweat did he mercifully grant Xue Bao Tian fresh air.

After finally catching his breath, Xue Bao Tian yanked Yan Ye down. His eyes were rimmed red, his lips stained with blood, and his face was full of fierce coldness. “Yan Ye, you’d better do what you said and keep me locked here forever. Otherwise, once I get out…”

Yan Ye lifted his already sweat-soaked hair and asked in a low voice, “Otherwise what?”

Xue Bao Tian laughed softly, staring into the man’s eyes. “I’ll forget you and never have anything to do with you again until the day we die.”

In that quiet stare, Yan Ye’s deep gaze gradually turned cold. In ordinary times, even his ruthlessness was restrained, yet now the heavy haze covering his eyes made one shudder for no reason.

He stretched out his arm and found a cigarette among the scattered clothes, tilted his head, and lit it. “You want to forget me?” His gaze slowly slid down to the beautiful collarbone. “That will never be possible.”

He took the cigarette from his lips, and the lit end suddenly burned against that fair skin. Feeling the instant tightening of the flesh, Yan Ye leaned down and kissed Xue Bao Tian. “I once fulfilled your wish and let you go be the straight man you kept talking about, but you went around me and climbed into another man’s bed. Since that’s the case, whether you like it or not, whether you love me or not, I will never let you go again.”

A matching cigarette scar fell in the same place.

No one knew how long the continuous tide lasted before Yan Ye’s voice finally returned to its enduring gentleness. “Two Hundred, I only have you. From beginning to end, I have only ever had you.”

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