Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Chapter 205 Guess Who He Is 14

Song Xun felt a pang in his heart. He had always had absolute trust in 996.

After such a long period of companionship, in his heart, 996 is a partner, a friend, and a relative.

But time also blurred Song Xun's understanding of boundaries, making him forget that 996 existed for the use of the Space-Time Bureau since its birth.

If Song Xun performs his mission well as usual, then they can certainly continue to maintain a united front relationship.

But if he decides to stick to his own opinion, can things still be the same as before?

Song Xun himself wasn't sure either.

But some things are destined not to be like train tracks, running on schedule and as one wishes.

For the first time, Song Xun developed a strong obsession.

He didn't want to go on and didn't want Xie Jin to die.

If possible...Song Xun wants to continue walking with Xie Jin.

The plate in front of me was suddenly replaced.

"What are you thinking about while eating?"

Song Xun was awakened by the sound beside his ear. He looked down and saw that the steak on the plate in front of him had been cut.

"It's cold, eat quickly." Xie Jin urged.

Song Xun nodded, but he no longer had the same interest as before and his food had no taste.

After dinner, Song Xun avoided the crowd and went to the secluded corridor on the first floor alone.

At the end of the corridor is a two-meter-high mural with a puppet on it. The puppet has a lively expression and a smile. The only flaw is that the puppet does not have eyes.

Staring blankly ahead.

The overall look is cold and depressing.

Song Xun took down the mural, pushed it inside, and a door slowly opened.

Inside is a studio. Upon entering the door stands a wooden stake as tall as a person. It is a semi-finished product. The carved palm is not painted, and you cannot tell the authenticity even if you look at it closely.

lifelike.

There was no light inside, instead an oil lamp was used, and some yellowed drawings were still left on the workbench.

Song Xun's gaze stayed on the drawer for a moment, and he began to search around.

"What are you doing secretly?"

There was an unexpected sound behind him. Song Xun, who was concentrating on his work, was suddenly startled and shivered. He turned around and saw Xie Jin leaning against the door. His pair of dark and shiny eyes were staring at him like a thief.

"You walk without making any sound."

Xie Jin: "Look at how guilty you are."

"Why should I feel guilty?" Song Xun did not avoid him and continued to search through the boxes and cabinets.

Xie Jin came to the workbench, picked up a drawing, and raised his eyebrows: "Puppet master? You also know this thing?"

"This is not mine." Song Xun raised his hand to lift the wooden box from the cabinet, not noticing that a book on the top was sliding down.

After waiting for a long time without any response from Xie Jin, he turned around and saw Xie Jin walking towards him quickly, and the distance between them was shortened in an instant.

Song Xun saw Xie Jin's nervous expression and heard faint noises above his head.

When he realized something was wrong, a thick hard cover book fell on his head. Song Xun's heart skipped a beat and he had no time to dodge. At the critical moment, one hand caught the book steadily.

In order to catch the book, Xie Jin lost all his strength. Even though he held on to the cabinet in time, Song Xun was still pushed into his arms and his nose hit Xie Jin's chin.

The bone was so hard that Song Xun almost cried.

"Is everything okay?"

Xie Jin's breath sprayed on his forehead.

Song Xun said sullenly, "Something's wrong. You're going to break my nose."

Xie Jin coughed, and his chest shook slightly while he spoke, which was clearly transmitted to Song Xun.

"That's better than getting hit on the head."

Song Xun didn't say anything. Even through the clothes, he could feel the other person's increasingly rapid heartbeat.

The atmosphere became inexplicably ambiguous.

In the quiet and dim light, Xie Jin slid his hand that was resting on the cabinet down and slowly hugged Song Xun.

After thinking for a long time, he said, "Do you... like me?"

Xie Jin is a man who not only cares about face but also has a tough mouth.

It's hard to say who likes who first, but they have to show off their ability.

Song Xun decided not to bother with him and admitted generously: "Yes, I like you." That's it.

Xie Jin raised his lips and chuckled: "Actually, I like you quite a bit, too."

Song Xun buried his face in his chest and couldn't help laughing.

After being sticky for a while, Song Xun pushed Xie Jin and said, "That's enough, get out of here."

Xie Jin was reluctant to let go: "What are you looking for? I'll help you."

"It's nothing, just move aside." Song Xun pushed him away with one hand, opened the wooden box and continued to rummage through it.

Xie Jin sighed faintly as her boyfriend, who had just gotten her hands warm, refused to let her hug him. She casually opened the book in her hand in annoyance.

He leaned against the workbench and started reading.

Song Xun searched the whole house but couldn't find what he wanted, so he gave up.

"Let's go."

Seeing no one following him, Song Xun turned around and saw Xie Jin put down the book in his hand and followed him.

The door closed and Song Xun hung the mural back again.

At this time in the living room, Feng Gaofei and others had already gone upstairs.

Song Xun and Xie Jin had slept for the whole day and were not sleepy at this time.

The curtains in the living room were opened for the first time, and Song Xun stood in front of the window, taking in the entire ink-colored scene.

The villa is built on the hillside behind a village. It is difficult to find the place without the guidance of local elders.

The lights in the villa were dim and not very bright, but it was the only place with light in the entire forest. However, this weak light source was so insignificant in the gloomy night that it seemed like it would be swallowed up at any time.

Xie Jin stood in front of the window together: "What are you thinking about?"

Song Xun was silent for two seconds and asked, "Xie Jin, do you want to leave here?"

The hand hanging by the window was held by someone, and Xie Jin stopped talking nonsense and said calmly: "I will be wherever you are."

"You want to be trapped in this dark place all day long?" Song Xun glanced at him. "Ten days or half a month is fine, but if you stay for a year or two, the world outside is so exciting, with beautiful women on every side and bright lights and wine."

Xie Jin couldn't help laughing: "You're quite good at talking. Who wants to hug me left and right? Please help me make it happen."

Song Xun was caught off guard and was pulled by his hand and fell into Xie Jin's arms.

Unhappy: "Let go."

"Why isn't healed yet?" Xie Jin asked for no reason. Song Xun then lowered his head and saw the scratches on the back of his hand.

A day has passed, and the wound caused by the glass has not shown any signs of healing, nor has it turned red or infected. The wound is still exactly the same as when it was first caused, without any change.

"It's okay. It won't heal that quickly." Song Xun retracted his hand, but Xie Jin didn't let go, and the stalemate continued for a while.

A sigh came from his ear, Song Xun's clenched hand was released, Xie Jin said softly: "It's boring outside without you, I won't go anywhere but accompany you."

Song Xun blinked to hide the wetness.

Xie Jin's fingertips landed on the corners of his eyes and slid lightly to his chin. With a slight force, Song Xun was forced to look up, and a hand grabbed the back of his neck.

The violent kiss came unexpectedly.

Passionate and overbearing, wishing to rub the person into his bones and blood.

Song Xun's breathing was disordered. He raised his hands to hug Xie Jin, and was picked up by someone who pinched his waist.

Soon, the wooden stairs made a precarious creaking sound.

The door was kicked open impatiently and then slammed shut.

The man in a suit guarding the door didn't react at all, not even glancing at him.

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The dense iron nets, scattered at random intervals, were half suspended in the air, imprisoning the people inside like a birdcage.

Pain, despair, loss of human rights.

The blinding red lasers kept sweeping, leaving only dead ashes wherever they touched.

--run.

——Run.

--leave here.

In the middle of the dark Milky Way, a huge disk was split into two, facing each other up and down, pressing people's hearts like a behemoth.

Countless fireballs fell towards the sky like falling meteors.

There is no way to avoid it.

The red lava that burns everything and the hot and painful red light are getting closer and closer.

Xie Jin suddenly opened his eyes, sat up abruptly and gasped.

Song Xun frowned, closed his eyes and touched the pillow next to him, but it was empty.

When I opened my eyes sleepily, I saw Xie Jin half-sitting, pressing his forehead with one hand, looking grim.

"What's wrong? You're sweating so much."

"It's okay, go back to sleep, it's still early." Xie Jin leaned back on the head of the bed and patted Song Xun soothingly with one hand.

He carefully recalled the details of his dream and fell into deep thought.

Song Xunjue also woke up, lifted Xie Jin's arm and burrowed into his arms: "I can't sleep."

Xie Jin withdrew his thoughts, smiled and kissed him: "Are you hungry?"

"Well, go downstairs."

At half past ten, Feng Gaofei and his friends had finished breakfast early. They were so bored that they were doing push-ups on the ground. When they saw Song Xun coming down, they stood up and clapped their hands.

"I thought you guys weren't coming down today. Are you planning on having breakfast and lunch?"

Song Xun was in a good mood and ignored him.

Feng Gaofei's eyes moved back and forth between Song Xun and Xie Jin, as if he was thinking about something.

The servant brought up the hot breakfast again.

Song Xun twirled the spoon around and ate slowly, taking bites at a time.

Under the dining table, two people were holding hands and swaying.

Xie Jin coughed solemnly and asked, "Have you finished eating?"

Song Xun put down the spoon: "I'm done."

"So go upstairs?"

"I just came down, what are you in such a hurry to go up there?"

Xie Jin raised his eyebrows, his deep eyes seemed to smile, staring at him with unsatisfied desire: "Are you deliberately trying to hook me here? Why do you think I'm in such a hurry?"

Xie Jin leaned close to Song Xun's ear and deliberately dragged out the two words.

Song Xun's face turned red and he shook off Xie Jin's hand.

I muttered to myself, "You bastard."

Xie Jin chased after him and tried to hold his hand, but Song Xun dodged him. His voice was filled with impatience and he said, "I was wrong."

It's not often that Xie Jin can surrender, Song Xun was reluctantly satisfied and stopped dodging his hands.

Xie Jin hurriedly grabbed the person and didn't notice that the tablecloth was also in his hand. When he stood up, the tablecloth slipped down.

There was a loud clanging noise and all the plates fell to the ground.

Several people in the living room were startled by the noise and turned around.

Song Xun shook off Xie Jin's hand and stepped back two steps.

Feng Gaofei looked down at the broken plates on the floor and twitched his lips: "Eating a meal shouldn't be so intense, right?"

Song Xun couldn't hold back his expression: "Why are you talking so much?"

Feng Gaofei touched his nose.

Song Xun was unwilling to stay downstairs, so he hurried upstairs.

Xie Jin waved to the servants hastily and said, "Pack up." Then he hurriedly chased after him.

"Wait, wait a minute." Yang Yingxue suddenly stood up and called Song Xun, and summoned her courage to ask, "Can you let us go?"

Each of these six people has his or her own expertise, and the inconspicuous Yang Yingxue is the most sensitive to other people's emotions.

She could feel that Guan Qi had no intention of making things difficult for them, and his attention was no longer on them.

Song Xun stopped and turned around and almost bumped into Xie Jin who was following closely behind him. He couldn't help but glare at him.

Xie Jin tactfully stepped aside.

Song Xun looked at the people below and said, "You can leave at any time if you want, but you have to rely on your own ability. The door is not locked."

Yang Yingxue: "But the situation outside..."

Song Xun told the truth: "I can't interfere with what's going on outside, you have to figure it out on your own."

Yang Yingxue wanted to ask more questions but met Xie Jin's gaze.

It was so chilly that if she said one more word, Yang Yingxue would suspect that Xie Jin would come down and chop her to pieces.

"No, it's okay."

She is quite sensible. Xie Jin turned to look at Song Xun and urged him, "Go upstairs."

Song Xun didn't bother to pay attention to him. He rolled his eyes and turned to go upstairs.

Just as he reached the third floor, before he could stand firmly, Xie Jin came over and stumbled into the door panel, making a clanging sound.

"Go in, go in, don't stay outside."

Song Xun was kissed so hard that he couldn't breathe.

Xie Jin pushed the door open with his shoulder and pushed Song Xun inside.

"Door, door, close it."

There was another bang and the door closed.

After all the chaos, the sky went completely dark.

Song Xun lay exhausted on the bed, feeling that he had wasted his time.

There was no window in the room, and it was filled with an indulgent smell that lingered for a long time.

Song Xun wrinkled his nose and pushed Xie Jin: "Change the bed sheets."

Xie Jin's eyes were filled with satisfaction: "Change it after you wake up."

"No, if you don't want to get up I'll change it myself."

"Okay, okay, I'll get up." Xie Jin stood up and turned around, and found that Song Xun had no intention of getting up at all. He clicked his tongue unhappily, "You can just control me as much as you can."

Song Xun laughed muffledly.

downstairs.

After Guan Qigang's speech, the air fell silent and no one spoke.

After being chased by a ghost and being in a state of panic the last time they went out, they never thought of running out again.

Even when thinking about what Qi said, he lost his courage.

Feng Gaofei stared at the door: "It's definitely a trick. Would he be so kind as to let us leave? The door might be closed when we get out. If we can't get in, we'll die outside."

Sun Qing had a conflicted expression: "I don't think he is that kind of person."

"Sun Qing, you are confused. Don't forget who brought us here, and you are still speaking for him."

"Who are you calling stupid? Fuck you!"

The two of them started arguing loudly.

Just when I was getting excited, the sound of a door opening was heard, and bright light rushed in straight into my eyes.

They both fell silent and looked out the door.

Yang Yingxue stood at the door: "He didn't lie to us, the door is open."

It is daytime now, and ample sunlight is shining on the ground, making everything clearly visible, diluting the gloom and eeriness of the villa.

Yang Yingxue stepped out step by step, her whole body bathed in the sunshine.

She turned around and looked at the people in the gate: "We have to give it a try."

Several grown men didn't react, but in the end, Sun Qing, who was at odds with Yang Yingxue, stood up and said, "Just give it a try, who's afraid of who?"

The two girls stood up and walked out, and the other boys felt embarrassed and followed them out.

Apart from the gentle sunlight, everything was calm.

Feng Gaofei looked around: "There are no ghosts chasing after my life."

Sun Qing suppressed his excitement: "Then let's go quickly."

Several people looked at each other and made up their minds.

Walk towards the front of the villa.