dream eater

Chapter 29

When Fan Tian woke up, he thought he was still in a dream.

Jiang Heran pushed Fan Tian's hand away, "I'm so sleepy, don't disturb my rest."

Not a dream.

The person in his arms who was skin-to-skin with him had warmth and a heartbeat, and he rubbed his head indiscriminately with the previous intimacy.

It wasn't a dream—he hadn't had such a beautiful dream in a long time.

Jiang Heran looked cold and sober, and when he poked his head out from under the quilt, he pretended to be sleepy, "Get up."

Jiang Heran grasped the scale of changing his face, although his attitude was still fierce, but it was more like a tantrum-like awkwardness, "Go cook, I want to eat muffins."

Fan Tian buried himself in Jiang Heran's arms like a big dog, and got up obediently after being ordered.

"I can't make muffins, but I can learn. Can you wait a little longer?"

"Forget it." Jiang Heran said casually, "It doesn't matter what you eat."

If you can't get what you want, you can't do anything. "Love, lust, hatred, and ignorance" are all measured by one heart.

He finally waited until his "white-eyed wolf" turned around, after biting his heart to pieces.

Jiang impressively guessed right, there are surveillance cameras in the house.

When he was imprisoned and made violent moves, the man would always rush back.

So on the night when he took in sleepwalking Fan Tian for the night, he pretended to forgive him on the condition that he healed He Jing.

Afterwards, Fan Tian, ​​who watched the surveillance again, really thought that Jiang Heran was willing to settle the feud with him, so he stopped using anesthetics to control the awakened He Jing when Jiang Heran was viewing the video, and sincerely repaired with Jiang Heran whose attitude had eased. emotion.

He no longer hates the self who lost his composure during sleepwalking, nor does he hate his "accords" during sleepwalking. The subconscious mind during sleepwalking has merged with his original heart, and what he expresses is his true heart.

Power can bring material, respect, and a sense of security, but it cannot take away the loneliness deep inside.

The desperadoes, accustomed to life and death, proposed holding a funeral for Jiang Heran and electing a successor.

Fan Tian was in the deputy position, looking at the vacated leader position, with a nondescript expression on his face, both gentle and lonely, "I'll wait for him to come back."

Jiang Heran "satisfies" him with those things, "power", "status", everything he has been pursuing, he can do without, he only needs Jiang Heran.

This is No. 20 eight days of Jiang Impressively being imprisoned.

After autumn, the temperature drops, and the rainy country ushers in a continuous rainy season.

Mold grew in the cracks in the floor tiles by the bathtub, like rotting moss on a forgotten tombstone.

The "beast" who didn't allow others to enter its territory began to learn to clean. It unprofessionally filled the room with foam. The man who never bent over outside knelt on the ground and cleaned every tile with a rag.With a deadpan and serious look, it seems that this can create the companionship he wants.

Jiang Heran's python was just like its owner in the low temperature, spending the whole day sleepily, instead of the owner, staying on Jiang Heran's bed.

The boa constrictor was spitting out its letter, twisting its golden and white body, wrapping itself inch by inch from Jiang's feet to his legs. The wild scene had a strange erotic emotion.

Fan Tian, ​​who was reduced to eating a snake's jealousy, pinched the python's head, untied the snake two or three times and threw it off the bed.

Jiang Heran squinted his eyes and kicked the man who was oppressing him.

Jiang Heran was still unwilling to be intimate with him.

Love and sex are inseparable, and his feelings are as dull as Fan Tian, ​​and he can feel his carefully constructed feelings for Jiang Heran, which is still a warm shell inside.

Fan Tian buried his head in Jiang Heran's crotch, unilaterally pleasing him.

The genitals reached the throat, and after the rough prodding, Jiang held down Fan Tian's head and shot all the turbidity into the man's mouth.

Jiang heaved a sigh of relief, and gave a service evaluation in a nonchalant manner, "Among the people who told me, you have the worst skills."

Fan Tian frowned, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't mention anything about you and others."

Jiang Heran wiped his genitals with a paper towel, still feeling dirty from being in contact with Fan Tian, ​​so he jumped off the bed and walked to the bathroom.

"Awesome." A man's pleading voice came from behind, "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

Jiang Heran said coldly: "I can't sleep well when there are other people around me without my dagger on my pillow."

"Just one night, just hold..."

What interrupted him was the loud rattle of the stuck iron chain as the bathroom door was forced shut.

"Good night." Fan Tian didn't recover from his reddened eyes after a while, "I love you."

Love should be a blazing and shining existence, but it turns out that it can make people so humble.

When Tsurui was killed, he was hit by a car and injured his brain. He was in a coma for three weeks before waking up. The sequelae caused by the injury were serious and he is still recuperating.

Tsurui was scheming, the mastermind imprisoned him, but did not extract useful information from him, and let Kane, who was imprisoned with him, take care of his daily life, guessing that they were using another method The method is being used—Kane, who has nothing to do with the conspiracy, can only be used as a stand-in for someone Jiang Heran cares about. According to Kane's narration, Jiang Heran, who was arrested in a failed rescue, must be in a more optimistic situation than them.

"Why haven't I seen Messilia come to visit me for so long?" Tsurui sent Kane back to his own room, and chatted casually with Spades: "Isn't she the most restless, the trick is impossible to succeed Come and see the fun."

Spades pretended to be deaf and dumb.

He Jing, who was leaning on the hospital bed, sat up a little bit, and said slowly: "Or is it that Fan Tian even cheated on that woman, and you were his man?"

Tsurui observed Spade's expression, "Why did I guess by accident?"

"Don't talk about the fact that he will benefit from the killing of the leader, and don't talk about his uneasy and kind schemes in the organization." He Jing seemed to want to laugh, but he didn't think it was funny. It shouldn't be me and Kane who are here—who doesn't know that Jiang impressively values ​​him more than anything else?"

The video hangs up at this point.

Jiang Heran, who was shouted from the air, frankly agreed with his previous stupidity.

Tsurui didn't blame him for his stupidity. The relatives and friends who were always worried about him were reducing their own use value in this way. After all, the hostility that already knew the truth of the matter was a threat that could not survive.

"Don't touch Hejing." Jiang Heran returned the screen display to Fan Tian, ​​excused Hejing, "Let Spade talk to Hejing, and say that the person who imprisoned them is actually me, and I will act with him in person later. A scene to help you 'clarify' until Thaksin."

In the last sentence, Jiang Heran's words contained malice and double entendres. He acted with Fan Tian to settle their suspicions, and Jiang Heran, who gradually came to understand, would continue to act with Fan Tian until Thaksin.

Fan Tian had a wild dream.

In the dream, Jiang, who was scarred and scarred, was suddenly wrapped around his hands and feet by a giant python. The python hooked Jiang's disheveled clothes with its sharp teeth, and the slender, forked letter provocatively teased the opponent's trembling body.

In the dream, Jiang Heran stretched out his hand for help with blurred eyes, and whispered his name: "Fan Tian...help me."

The soaring python opened its mouth and devoured Fan Tian's dream, and it seemed that he turned into nothingness and devoured Jiang Heran.

In the darkness, Jiang's lustful voice lingered in his ears.

"Fuck me."

"Satisfied... still want..."

"It's so cool...I love you, it can only be you..."

He woke up again in the middle of the night.

Fan Tian took a deep breath, the man who always used actions to solve problems, uttered a rare swear word, changed the pants of the nocturnal emission, and rushed to the basement in low spirits.

The boa, who was sleeping on Jiang Heran's quilt for a long time, came from a dream, was carried by a man in a daze and shut him into the cold bathroom, and was thrown into the "cold palace".

The owner of the boa constrictor, who was also confused, twitched his brows, and couldn't tell whether the man who was stupid enough to compete with a snake was awake or sleepwalking.

Could it be that the reflex arc was too long, annoyed that the snake bit him last time?

Jiang Heran was about to "persuade each other with good words" and asked Fan Tian to bite back wherever he was bitten, and fight with the python to gnaw each other. The man who appeared like a mad dog, just a vicious dog pounced on him and gnawed on the side of his neck up.

Jiang Heran slapped his backhand, but Fan Tian was not sleepwalking, so he would not be awakened by this "kind" greeting.

Fan Tian lowered his gaze, and handed a sharp weapon into Jiang Heran's hand.

It was a jet-black double-edged dagger, and it returned to its original owner at this moment.

"Can I sleep with you now?"

This is the co-sleeping condition that Jiang Heran casually mentioned at the time. Fan Tian, ​​who had been giving in in the new beginning of the emotional game, conceded again.

The blade twirled around between Jiang Heran's slender fingers, and Jiang Heran smiled sincerely, "Good boy."

After imprisoning Jiang Heran, Fan Tian once slept with Jiang Heran in a sleepwalking state without defense, but the safety was only temporary.At that time, Jiang impressively didn't kill him, because the play was not yet over and could not be finished yet.

But this knife will eventually see blood.

The man lying behind Jiang Heran slowly leaned towards him, hugged his waist, buried his head in the hickey on his neck, rubbed the tip of his nose against the side of his neck, and whispered softly, "Good night Jiang Heran, I love you, I love you more than yesterday."

Jiang impressively thought to himself in a trance, this seemed to be the future he had hoped for before.

The prisoner who shared the same bed with Fan Tian put the dagger under the pillow, put away the resentment in his heart, turned to Fan Tian, ​​and kissed back the man's forehead, "Good night, sweet dreams."