As soon as Shen Jie softly said this, Zong Lin remembered his lover’s cleanliness.
The previous killings had left Shen Jie covered in quite a bit of the blood of the aliens. Although some simple cleaning had been done on the plane, knowing Shen Jie’s temperament, he would still not feel very comfortable.
So he carried Shen Jie to the bathroom.
The bathroom was spacious, designed to accommodate ability users of different body types, and the bathtub was very large, like a small hot spring.
It was just that the bathtub was large, and it would take some time to fill it with water.
Zong Lin turned on the hot water tap and looked down at Shen Jie. “Shall we go out and sit for a while? We’ll come back in when the tub is full.”
But Shen Jie shook his head. “I want to stay here.”
As the hot water filled the bathtub, steam began to rise. The increased humidity in the air caused the dry scales on his body to slowly relax, and his expressionless face showed a slight sense of “comfort.”
“Alright,” Zong Lin said.
So he placed his lover on the steps outside the bathtub, crouched down, and began to remove his lover’s shoes and socks.
Shen Jie was still wearing the black suit prepared for him by the aliens, along with a pair of black boots adorned with silver tassels and delicate chains, which jingled in Zong Lin’s hands.
First, the shoe on his left leg was removed and set aside. Zong Lin carefully held his lover’s slender leg and slowly peeled off the snug white sock, finally understanding why Shen Jie had mentioned feeling pain when walking before.
Originally, he thought that the extent of Shen Jie’s mutation on his hands was already severe enough, but he didn’t expect the degree of mutation on his legs to be even more severe.
The scales, densely stacked, had completely covered the skin on Shen Jie’s legs. Unlike the scales that grew in a regular pattern on his hands, these scales, due to their excessive quantity, appeared disordered. They resembled a pile of shiny, angular, sharp-cut diamonds embedded haphazardly in the skin, shimmering with gloss. While they looked beautiful, any impact would cut the underlying skin, leaving it covered in wounds.
He could see some blood between the scales on the soles of Shen Jie’s feet and the outer sides of his calves, as well as blood on the white socks, probably from collisions. Since their meeting, Shen Jie had been sitting in the wheelchair all this time. If he were to walk, it was unclear how much pain he would endure.
Once a normal person’s infection value exceeded a certain threshold, they would either undergo pathological changes leading to death or transform into a different species.
The process of infection and pathological changes was extremely painful, and the process of transforming into a different being was even more so.
After all, enduring the growth of mutated limbs with a fragile body was inherently difficult.
Zong Lin deeply understood this, and had already grown accustomed to enduring. However, he couldn’t tolerate Shen Jie suffering like this at all.
Moreover, for over ten hours on the plane, Shen Jie hadn’t said a word about it.
Zong Lin remained silent, his hands trembling slightly, unsure of where to place them. Everywhere seemed delicate, any touch could potentially cause Shen Jie pain.
Plus, Shen Jie still had his shoe and sock on the other leg, but now he knew that even removing that sock would likely be quite torturous—although his lover didn’t say anything about it.
Shen Jie sat on the white steps, seeing Zong Lin motionless for a long time, he spoke up: “What’s wrong?”
Zong Lin held his ankle in his large hand, looking at the wound on it, and asked: “Does it hurt?”
It did, indeed, hurt a bit. But not much.
He didn’t want Zong Lin to worry.
He said, “It’s not hurting.”
How could it not hurt?
Zong Lin thought. Still not daring to move much.
Shen Jie lowered his head, looking at the man in front of him. He was always like this, restraining himself, fearing he might shatter him with just a slight mishap.
If it were a usual situation, he would still have the mind to be tender with the other, even if the final result often fell below expectations. But now, the uncontrollable surge of resentment in his soul made him want to destroy something, to ruin something. Even the act of restraining his own instincts had already occupied most of his thoughts.
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He lowered his eyes, then suddenly lifted his shin—Zong Lin, afraid of hurting him, didn’t dare to stop him.
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Zong Lin’s Adam’s apple bobbed, “Shen Jie?”
“Hurry up,” Shen Jie said, “or I’ll do it myself.”
Zong Lin certainly wouldn’t let him do it himself.
Carefully, he removed the shoe and sock from Shen Jie’s right leg and set them aside.
By now, the bathtub was already filled with water halfway.
While Zong Lin was taking off his boots, Shen Jie was unbuttoning his clothes.
The design of the suit was intricate, with inner and outer buttons. With one hand injured, he could only use one hand to unbutton, which was not very convenient. The result was that the action of unbuttoning was quite rough—Zong Lin had never seen his lover act so roughly before.
Just as Zong Lin was about to reach out to help him, the next second, the button had already been forcefully ripped off by Shen Jie.
The coat was taken off and thrown aside.
Inside was a white shirt, this time Shen Jie didn’t even bother unbuttoning, he simply pulled it off with his slender fingers.
A few shirt buttons rolled and clinked lightly as they fell to the ground.
The shirt, now devoid of buttons, hung loosely on him, with his long hair cascading down. Shen Jie tilted his head back, taking a few quick breaths of the damp steam in the bathroom, then looked down at Zong Lin, speaking with a slightly hoarse voice.
“I want some water.”
Zong Lin pursed his lips and said, “I’ll go get it.”
“Mm.”
Shen Jie said, then leaned in again, reaching out to encircle Zong Lin’s neck, whispering in his ear, “Lock the door outside and then come back in.”
Zong Lin’s Adam’s apple bobbed again. After being partners for so many years, even if he was as unromantic as a rough piece of wood, he had long been polished to shine brighter than jade.
He knew exactly what Shen Jie meant.
However. “Your body…”
“It’s not feeling very well,” Shen Jie said flatly this time. As he spoke, he furrowed his brows slightly in discomfort, and a hint of purple seeped into his pupils.
The world kept shifting between pastel hues and blood red. He closed his eyes tightly and said, “So, could you help me shift my focus, please?”
Zong Lin had never been able to refuse Shen Jie’s requests.
He replied, “Alright.”
—-
Dark Domain.
Temple.
Large numbers of alien corpses lay strewn outside the sleeping quarters. The temple guards were nowhere to be seen.
At this moment, two figures were flying back from a distance.
“What’s going on?”
Hein’s expression changed as he looked at the scattered remains on the ground, then rushed into the sleeping quarters at lightning speed.
Inside, the sleeping quarters were empty. Their Highness, whom they had struggled to find, was gone.
The smile that had been on Hein’s face disappeared in an instant.
“Wu Yan!”
He turned angrily, “You said you found traces of intruders and asked me to help intercept them. If you couldn’t find anyone, fine, but now even His Highness has been taken. Speak! Are you a spy sent by the humans!”
Wu Yan’s expressionless face twisted into a cold smirk. “If I were a spy, I wouldn’t have informed you of His Highness’s whereabouts from the beginning, nor would I have gone to great lengths to bring him back.”
Hein still wore a skeptical expression.
Because of his skepticism, countless eyes emerged from the surface of his skin, hundreds of them of various sizes, all staring at Wu Yan.
Wu Yan remained calm. He knew that no matter what excuse he gave, Hein would still harbor suspicions.
After all, if it weren’t for him sending Hein away at just the right moment, it wouldn’t have been so easy for humans to rescue His Highness from the alien city.
However, suspicions were just suspicions.
No matter how suspicious Hein was, he would never imagine that this was the directive of the “King.”
Hein paced anxiously in the sleeping quarters, his eyeballs constantly rolling—through his ability, he was linking with the humans in the city, whose bodies his eyeballs parasitized, searching for traces of His Highness.
Of course, he couldn’t find any.
Several of the eyeballs were also discovered and destroyed by the city’s superpower users. They lost their activity and fell out of his body, leaving only a few bloody holes.
Hein gritted his teeth.
“Damn it! Where have those humans taken His Highness!”
—-
As Zong Lin walked into the bathroom with a glass of water, he saw Shen Jie sitting at the edge of the bathtub with his back to him.
Steam filled the entire bathroom space.
Shen Jie leaned against the edge of the bathtub with both hands, his white shirt still loosely hanging halfway, revealing rounded shoulders and slender back. His skin was even paler and more translucent than the shirt. Jet-black hair cascaded down to his waist.
Zong Lin heard the sound of water being splashed by Shen Jie’s legs in the bathtub. Ripples of water surged out of the tub one after another. Shen Jie seemed to be quite enjoying himself.
Thinking of the injury on his leg, Zong Lin’s heart tightened, and he hurried over.
But as soon as he entered, he froze.
Instead of legs soaking in the bathtub, there was clearly an extremely beautiful fish tail.
A purple fish tail, similar to the one he had seen in a dream, but even more perfect in shape and color, reflecting a dreamy luster in the water.
The scales on the fish tail, neatly arranged and extending smoothly, contrasted with the messy scales on human legs, forming shallow curves with each movement in the water.
He still remembered that there was a particularly soft scale on the fish tail, which could be gently peeled off with his hand—
This was still what Shen Jie had taught him while holding his hand at that time.
It was difficult for his gaze to move away from this beautiful tail, and he said somewhat dryly, “Shen Jie, your legs…?”
Shen Jie replied, “They turn like this when they touch water.” He turned around and asked, “What’s wrong, don’t you like it?”
How could he not like it?
Merfolk were a major direction of aquatic mutation.
He had seen many merfolk, but had never seen such a beautiful tail before.
It was simply mesmerizing.
But—being able to change forms proved that Shen Jie’s infection level was already too high, on the verge of degeneration.
Zong Lin knew that the stability of a person nearing degeneration depended on their mental state, and it was crucial to avoid any negative stimuli.
So, he leaned down from behind and embraced him, saying softly, “It looks very nice.”
Upon receiving praise from his partner, Shen Jie still had no expression on his face. However, he raised his hand to hold Zong Lin’s pale, fluffy hair and leaned in to kiss him actively.
Zong Lin was caught off guard as he felt Shen Jie biting his lips, and he almost dropped the glass of water from his hand.
Shen Jie seemed genuinely thirsty, desperately trying to draw moisture from between Zong Lin’s lips.
Not only moisture but also the blood that spilled from the bitten lips.
It was simply irresistible.
—-
City. Bunker.
Medical tent.
A group of nurses were whispering in the corner.
“Mr. Su seems to be in a bad mood these days,” a gentle-looking nurse said with some concern. “I’ve seen him constantly going to the bathroom to wash his face. And he’s becoming more and more withdrawn.”
“Perhaps he’s been using his abilities too much,” another petite nurse said. “Even if his ability to recover is strong, treating so many people in a day will consume a lot of mental and physical energy. We should think about how to persuade Mr. Su to take a break.”
“Do you think we haven’t tried persuading him? But Mr. Su insists on not stopping. And I… I’m a little afraid to get close to Mr. Su.”
“Me too. Mr. Su, when he’s in a bad mood, looks so scary.”
“I heard Mr. Su used to work outside the city doing cleanup work. That kind of work… I heard that outside the city lacks nitrogen chambers, so when encountering survivors with high infection levels, they need to take matters into their own hands, and there are quite a few of them… Do you think it’s because of this that Mr. Su’s demeanor is so forbidding and frightening?”
“Shh, don’t talk anymore, Mr. Su is coming.”
Su Shiyu was shuttling between the new temporary beds, performing infection clearance work.
His complexion was even gloomier than usual, and his icy green eyes seemed like waiting vipers.
When Yan Hua arrived, this was the scene she saw.
This savior… his demeanor didn’t seem at all like that of a kind savior.
But when it came to the life of the captain’s lover, although Chen Jiahua had not yet obtained permission for out-of-city treatment from the Research Institute, Yan Hua was still prepared to first approach this savior and inform him of some specific circumstances.
Su Shiyu listened expressionlessly as Yan Hua explained his purpose.
Yan Hua was waiting for his response, but unexpectedly, this savior didn’t say a word and suddenly hurriedly turned and left.
Su Shiyu found an empty room. As soon as he entered, he bent down and squatted, covering his mouth.
But a low moan still escaped from his lips.
from su shiyu’s expression, i can infer that shen jie is finally getting the rough treatment he always wanted 😏😏
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Pfft. Extension is feeling the warmth! Thanks for the updates 🤣❤️🤣❤️
Poor guy, went from intense thirst to horny and having to keep his composure through it all